diff --git "a/Val.tsv" "b/Val.tsv" new file mode 100644--- /dev/null +++ "b/Val.tsv" @@ -0,0 +1,52094 @@ +Songs +"Straight Gutta[Verse 1: Streetlife] +I’m from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent +For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant +Fuck what your name is, you’ll be non-existent +If you ever try to show any form of resistance +I’m strong in the hood. I’m in a good position +When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen +You acting the part like you in an audition +Where shoot out’s in the parks is a daily tradition +This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition +Shot you through your third eye, will change your whole disposition +The body never lie, call me the mortician +Every death has a story to tell, so pay attention +Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in +Never put your hat on the bed, I’m a little superstitious +Got my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious +Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing +[Hook: Redman] +Ayo one MC two MC +When my gun out, everybody goes down +Word on the street, these boys get butter +Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta +Ayo one MC two MC +When my gun out, everybody goes down +Word on the street, these boys get butter +Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta +[Verse 2: Hanz On] +Got my black suit on, we get malicious +Hanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot +Got them big guns, make ‘em disappear, call ‘em wizards +Will oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics +Mr. Barka newest gee on the block, he is the shizit +Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen +Hanz rollin with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit +Prerequisite have them all in the dirt. They all can get it +Used to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried +Now I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye +And when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie +You better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye +Yo as far as ma’fuckas concerned, yo this is it +John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit +As far as guns & that street shit go, my niggas fit +Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix +[Hook: Redman] +Ayo one MC two MC +When my gun out, everybody goes down +Word on the street, these boys get butter +Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta +Ayo one MC two MC +When my gun out, everybody goes down +Word on the street, these boys get butter +Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta +[Verse 3: Redman] +I got 28 38’s 48 machine guns +Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard +I want that boat money carrying my green card +Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar +I'm straight gutta, mind on butta +Everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up +Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta +Red, Hanz & Street run this mother +[Verse 4: Method Man] +We getting beaucoup scrilla +My brothers on their grind +Not another Columbine call me new school killa +Scoop of French vanilla brought a duce duce with her +I might pull a Lil Jon and let the bruce bruce hit her +I’ll be gone till November gon' cry me a river +You could die, but I figure I’ma try and be the bigger man +I and my gorillas, they gonna fry em up for dinner +Like them boys from Cypress Hill said (how I could just kill a man) +[Hook: Redman] +Ayo one MC two MC +When my gun out, everybody goes down +Word on the street, these boys get butter +Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta" +"Georgia... Bush / Weezy’z Ambitionz[Part 1: Georgia... Bush, produced by Vudu Spellz] +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America +Y'all might know him as George Bush +But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this: +Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit +Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue +So called beef with you-know-who +Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops +Look at the bullshit we been through +Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs +Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush +Then they telling y'all lies on the news +The white people smiling like everything cool +But I know people that died in that pool +I know people that died in them schools +Now what is the survivor to do? +Got to no trailer, you gotta move +Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia) +They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see +But they don't let you know what's really going on +Make it look like a lotta stealing going on +Boy them cops is killas in my home +Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street +I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat +Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush +So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady? +Why wasn't they able to control this? +I know some folk that live by the levee +That keep on telling me they heard explosions +Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy +1965: I ain't too young to know this +That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map +New Orleans baby, now the White House hating +Trying to wash us away like we not on the map +Wait, have you heard the latest +They saying that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back +Niggas thinking it's a wrap +See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia) +Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses +The mayor say don't worry bout it +And the children have been scorned, no one's here to care 'bout 'em +And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out +Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush +When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is +A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him +And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs +R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm +Fuck President (Georgia) Bush +See us in ya city man, give us a pound +Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down +I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches +I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah! +[Hook] +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! +[Part 2: Weezy's Ambitionz, produced by Daz Dillinger] +[Interlude: DJ Drama] +Oh yeah +You thought we was done? Nah +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick +Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, get a fix +Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich +Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes) +Yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip +I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit +900 to a grand, get you 28 grams +If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man +And the women say ""damn"", them niggas don't say a damn thing +Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring +Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine +And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb ""Boom"" +Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me +50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me +I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking +Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah +Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip +And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly +Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties +Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target +Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded +We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain +Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant +I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing +And I don't even write, pause +Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin +Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in +Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in +All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet +They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin' +Mike Jordan, pardon my swag +But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family +We said ""fuck it"" - bought 2 houses in Miami +I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me +Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me +Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya +I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita +Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason +Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even +There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her +Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming +Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina +Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer +Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner +I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon +Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin' +Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do +Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks +And bring me that Patron, I don't play +No ice I like my drink straight, not gay +And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid +I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed +I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs +Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days +Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow +Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old +And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove +Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed +Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes +Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes +Price rising for a show and the flow +So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough +Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve +If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"1991 Freestyle[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +One, two +One, two +This how we do it from Brooklyn +[GZA] +Oh yeah that sounds kinda funky +Alright, break it down and then I'll start +[Verse: GZA] +Check it out +When I begin to wreck a hip-hop tune +The crowd reacts immediately, if not soon +I'm black and proud, I move the crowd +I'm raised from Hell, yo +My lyrics alone rock the bell! +Of those who say that its me they wanna scar +Hmm, that's like George Burns without a cigar +So, come in the game and project the hard image +But they can't never get past the line of scrimmage +'Cause I'm on a defense, what a tough sequence +And you lack the knowledge to understand a pretense +So, just from not planning it right, you got sacked +By a blitz of rhymes that was broken down in stacks +Therefore, the mic was hyped but then your hand +Got stripped and ripped while it slipped from its stand +Then what happened? You begin to cease to control it +You fumbled, couldn't rumble, so then I stole it +How did you think you could make first down? +If you were boxing, you wouldn't escape the first round +Save the bull, don't even begin to waste time, drop the mic +Before you reach fate, then you rhyme and realize +You were just weak from the start +You make demos, but really don't master the art +I know ya know deep down inside you can't flow +Plus, you're backwards, when I said red, you said ""Go!"" +But you should've stopped, because the red was the bloodshed +But you ignored the warning and you went ahead +You tried me, G, by setting up a match +A fair one, meaning no strings attached, then bang!" +"The Wolf* iTunes bonus track +[RZA] +Watch your ho look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio +Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my piss hole +You play the target, and I be the guiding missile +Oh, how they long this strong grissle +Yup, see that flesh is weak +But it taste so good, they want the recipe +The king catch the queen, don't mess with me +Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up, drink til they throw up +Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up +Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies +Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie +How dare you try to come and gas cash from me +You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie +It's I God, inside your iPod +Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard +[Hook: RZA] +Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina +You numb skull girls, be caught you talking Tina +[RZA] +Bitch, suck a dick and die, forty five lit the sky +Fool, let the shit fly, split, right between your eye +Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs +Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch, let it ride +Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery +Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory +You like fourth period, son, you're history +White girls with big ass, I check them suspiciously +Vanilla praline, had the saline +Stuffed inside her jeans, made the niggas day dream +[Hook] +[RZA] +Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team +I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green +Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina +Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona" +"Never Mind[Pre-Chorus] +I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary +Treat a bad fish better than a veterinary +Never treat a secondary sweet as February +I could turn a bestie into a adversary +I tried, no, really, really, I tried +Although I'm really, really up, I'm +Still gonna give you all my downtime +Yeah, yeah, yeah +[Chorus] +I, I, got a lot on my mind +To my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry +He say ""Why?"" I say ""Why?"" +He say ""Damn, my nigga, never mind,"" oh no +That's why I just get high +I light one and watch time go by, go, go +Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs? +All I know is I tried +Is it love, is it lust, is it drugs? +All I know is I tried +[Verse 1] +Thought I was done tryna love +I guess I love tryna love, hey +Not so careful, but today, I just don't care +Dye my hair +We so faded, we can't make it up my stairs +We fuck right there +Not so lucky, but tonight, I just crapped out +Vegas sucks, I'm still gambling with her, no protection +Protect what? +'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to +That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams +I'm the one, she comes and goes +But whatever, who knows? +Nigga, not me +I'm the one she does the most +So when she do the most +At least, the most, at least +Yeah, yeah, yeah +[Pre-Chorus] +I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary +Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary +Eat a bad bitch 'less she got that hairy, hairy +I could take her ex out of her vocabulary +[Chorus] +I, yeah got a lot on my mind +Tell my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry +He say ""Why?"" I say ""Why?"" +He say ""Damn, my nigga, never mind,"" oh no +That's why I just get high +I light one and watch time go by, go, go +Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs? +All I know is I tried +No, really, really, I tried +Although I'm really, really up, I'm +Still gonna give you all my downtime +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey +[Verse 2] +We ain't no junkies, but today, we're like Snow White +Whatever we like, she don't judge me +Though I may need her to be the one to give me life +'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to +That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams +I'm the one, she comes and goes +But whatever, who knows? Not me +I'm the one she does the most +So when she do the most +At least, the most, at least +(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Never mind +[Outro] +I, I, got a lot on my mind +To my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry +He say ""Why?"" I say ""Why?"" +He say ""Damn, my nigga, never mind""3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Tonight(talking) +Yeah, it's Lil' Flip, Seville +KnowI'msaying, we gone do +This for the girls though huh +[Seville] +You wanna F-L-I-P with S-E +L-I-F-E, Flip with Seville tonight - 2x +[Lil' Flip] +You ain't got to stereotype me because I'm a rapper +Cause after every show I be on another chapter +Not running to them hoes, but I'm running to my do' +Cause when I make money I don't shine, I just glow +If I don't work, then I don't eat +So I'm not tricking cause I'm looking for the treats +And if you play it right girl we could take it far +How bout walking in the park, rolling in my Jaguar +(Chorus: Seville) +You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up +Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight +You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up +Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight +[Lil' Flip] +I wonder if I broke both arms would you right a flow for me +If a girl scratched my car would, you fight a hoe for me +Go out of town and go get the dough for me +If I can't buy weed, would you grow for me +If I go to jail will you come and get me out +If a nigga got tickets, would you go and set it off +I don't know but I'ma find out, that's what I wanna know +Cause I'm looking for a girl, I'm not looking for a hoe +Everyday I got a show, but I don't fuck around +And a nigga making money as soon as I touch the town +I'm a million dollar star, with a million dollar car +We could get in the jacuzzi and blow a cigar +With some hash in it, six car garage with some Jags in it +Nigga got a trunk, and I got ten bags in it +Went to buy some Gucci and some Prada +And niggas know I'm a leader Lil' Flip will never follow, holla +(Chorus) +[Lil' Flip] +I was lying, about taking a walk in the park +But girl I got some weed, where's the lighter let's spark +I'll tell you bout me, you tell me about you +And if you play it right I might start calling you boo +Got to cook for a nigga, write a hook for a nigga +If you say the law's coming, then look for a nigga +Cause a nigga need a gal, who's a ride or die chick +Excuse my french, I need a ride or die bitch +[Seville] +All I want to do is come, inside +Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright +Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight +I like, I like, I like +All I want to do is come, inside +Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright +Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight +I liiiike, the waaaaaay you feel, tonight - 2x" +"Elegance[Intro] +They say New York City +Is like that y'all +They say New York City +Is like that y'all +[Chorus: Nomadiq] +Can we catch the L-train to an island +I hop out that foreign +It's yours baby you know it +I said girl you know it +Manhattan to Shaolin +Draped down in diamonds +Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk +And this jet only lands in New York +[Verse 1: U-God] +Pretty young bae, young skin, you know what mood I'm in +Love is the message by the way you keep on texting +I know you sensitive and ya taste is expensive +Drinks out to work I'm on your guest list +I introduced you to biz, he paid the best hits +Two step in the club, put your request in +Outstanding, can I take you home +Before I let go, 6 minutes after the show +You in the red zone, getting your wind blown +My new joint be queued up on the headphones +Strobe lights on my gemstones +Jag's outside sitting on a pair of Bridgestones +And the [?] somehow but seems lazy +You live on polo ground, Fifty Fifth? Shit's crazy +This is classic New York with a fork +You eat it up 'till this shit is no more +[Chorus: Nomadiq] +Can we catch the L-train to an island +I hop out that foreign +It's yours baby you know it +I said girl you know it +Manhattan to Shaolin +Draped down in diamonds +Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk +And this jet only lands in New York +[Verse 2: U-God] +Can I get a soul clap, what you know about that +I'm master of the ceremony, hit me on the amp +You only got calm when I pulled the Dom +And your friends looking cute they can all come +It's like dinner in the park, after dark +Watching really deep talk, Star Wars +Static on your dress game, your spark +Then pull out a pen, write a bar or two +Cabin on the greens, Central Park with a barbecue +Horse drawn carriage, and I'm looking for the marriage +Just a Staten Island nigga holding more than the average +Delancey Street, three quarters to my feet and I never got beat +And it was radio, suckers never play me +Okay but that shit stay, still shakes the ladies +It was classic New York with a fork to eat it up +Can you give us some more? +Can we catch the L-train to an island +I hop out that foreign +It's yours baby you know it +I said girl you know it +Manhattan to Shaolin +Draped down in diamonds +Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk +And this jet only lands in New York +[Samples] +And you say New York City +Is like that y'all +And you say New York City +Is like that y'all +Hold it down for New York cityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"This Shit Hard[Hook] +Fuck a middleman, I can get it direct +Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex +This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout +This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout +I could show you how to make a killing in them projects +All I need is some powder and a pyrex +This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout +This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the boat, waiting 'til they catapault +Raw organic blow, straight off the banana boat +Frantic when them birds landed, niggas damn near had a stroke +?? shook a can of coke +Voila as the baking soda merging +Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent +Start off soft when I whip it, work it +Come back hard like a nigga from his first bid +Yeah, this is the type of shit that hook your mayor +Marion, rich, pure, white like an Aryan +Met him at the Sheraton, reminded me of Pablo +Giving me his spiel while I inhale cigar smoke +He said I supply it through private cargo +You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago +And back to the condo to come up with a plan +I met a plug, cutting out the middleman +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Yeah, ?? shit smell like fish scale, cocaine +Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame +Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Arm & +Hammer, shit coming back like karma +Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake +Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate +Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face +So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes +Hit the cookie with the razor, make it crumble +Nigga at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles +Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned +Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land +Now I'm at the dock, directing the van back +Forklift the pallet, ripping off the saran wrap +White like anthrax, nigga met the birdman +Now I got them things transported through a ?? +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +Ayo, the Carlos Slim of the hood +Champion hoodie, what's goodie +I'll put y'all niggas on and I'm fully +A gangsta 'til I'm gone +Been blessed with these ounces for so long +Giving niggas money for their moms +This bail paper right here is backup +I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy +Back up, my spots is like leopards +I come through with shepherds +Shoulder strap on, black Louis black bombers +Yeah the police is scared and it's weird +400 thousand, take them there +You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam +I'm not doing jail for racketeering +My niggas gangsta for sure +We'll shoot anything, just open the door +We get it in, we want RBC money +Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming +[Hook]" +"Noisey & Friends FreestyleYou so mad you can't hold on my bitch +Need that money I get it like this +Told that bitch that my diamonds like bliss +Told that bitch that she can't give me kiss +I might go down right in on my bitch +Told that bitch that I am and I did it +I feel like Wanda, yeah, I'm gon' wish +All that money I get it like this +[?] +Bad bitch and she all on my side +Uh, fuck that bitch right in my ride +Uh, yuh [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"FaceTimeHey baby, wanna face time? +(...)" +"Top Notch[Chorus: Mouse] +Top notch whips that's what I drive +24 inches rims and tires +Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes +They starin me down, And I'm wondering why +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second +[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie] +Red Bandana, Red Lexus +Top notch nigga hoes call me black and sexy +Top notch whip on that good drank from Texas +Got everybody lookin' like a nigga buck naked +Please be good cause it could go down +Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the street crown +I fill it with gas, keep it clean as my ass +If I'm in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match +I would name my cars, but I ain't got time +Just got my fresh fade, check out my line +Ol' lady cross the street like ""Ain't that Connie boy"" +""That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy"" (yea) +Feelin even better when I looked in the mirror +Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at these niggas +From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl and we creep +Southside young b that's how I come on these streets nigga +[Chorus x1] +[Verse 2: Lil' Phat] +Look, I got a Jag and it's sleepin on deuces +Funeral home my whips up my whip game stupid +I'm in the back seat, I'm in the back seat +At the light, open the door, showin my ass +You know how that be +Impala drop on the Shontaez +Oh it's the dumb way +Lil Mama takin pictures she saw me on +Rip the runway +Johnny got my neck right +Johnny got my mouth right +Ankle bracelet in diamonds so +Johnny got my walk right +I use 2 by 2's +Like ehh you stupid +Toilet paper niggas streets up +When It's time for me to use it +Take a picture of my hair cut +My Steve Harvey look right on +Yeah I know you see the ice on me +I'm on they cut the lights on me +Gucci bag 50 grand in it +Look don't put yo hands in it +Do it the dummy way +You catch me doin' my dance with it +Lil' Phat young boss if you don't know me +Ain't no waitin, Ain't no thinkin +Nigga you goin have to show me +[Chorus x1] +[Verse 3: Mouse] +(Why Why Hmmm) +B.O. what these niggas mad at me for +Wound up lookin' cry baby like T.O +Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O +He wanna take a trip to the money Let's G-O +I got black women, white women +Asian and Creole +Pretty face, pretty feet, no corn foot Fritos +So Mouse like cheese so my nick name Cheeto +Fuck a favor or a hand out, ain't shit free hoe +I hop up out the chevy, coast wallet full of c-notes +Your baby momma and her friend wanna have a trio +I work that lumber a huh yeah she know +I beat that pussy up I beat it up like Deebo +Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me tho +I see it in your face and I can read ya like Cleo +Every everybody know, we don't keep it on the D-Low +Trill ENT yeah nigga know how we roll +[Chorus x1]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"As High As Wu-Tang Get[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +(come on in) +Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn +(come on in) +Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH +(come on, come on, come on in) +Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggas! +(come on in, come on, come on, come on in) +[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +As High As Wu-Tang get +Allah allow us pop this shit +Just like black shoe fit +If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it! +[Verse 1: GZA] +Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long +Make it brief, son, half short and twice strong +No doubt, it took time searchin', eventually +It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant +Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk +On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk +Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force +RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source +You can't flow, must be the speech impediment +You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President +Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of green +Venue packed, a thousand white teens in tight jeans +This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical +To analytical analogy, insurance policies why +Said he know that sounds define the note +Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes +Too many dope niggas I see starvin' +Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain +Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics, five nights +Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights +A fugitive bass playin' rap czar +Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar +[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +As High As Wu-Tang get +Allah allow us pop this shit +Just like black shoe fit +If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it! +[Verse 2: Method Man] +Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly +What the fuck I mari-wanna, this nigga nasty +Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin', lovin' +The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya +Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts +From the Shropshire Slasher, rip shit up +Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff +An MC too good to be touched, John John +Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush +MC inferiorities, they froze up +Ice cold as we move on, saga unfold +Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger +Caught up in a cliffhanger +Yo, I-N-S, another code red, danger +Break out the vest, now it's tactical warfare, it's all here +Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here +Don't ever roam, in the naked city +Eight million stories, none pretty +Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable +Conditionin' be critical +Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical +This next drink is a toast to your memory +When I go, how many niggas gon' remember me? +[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +As High As Wu-Tang get +Allah allow us pop this shit +Just like black shoe fit +If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"I’m a Dog Ya (Freestyle)[Verse 1]: +Welcome to Tha Carter, little shop of horror +Bloody like a period after d r a +Doctor I'mma dog, I'mma dog, I'mma dog you +Not Georgetown but I'mma uptown Hoya +Like Milloy no lawyers +I got that work come be my employer +Freestyling for you , no for me, for me no, no only for money +More, of the money i get i got that, yeah +Like a pot and a pan i rock that ,yeah +I sit back tell my bus driver where to go +[Verse 2]: +Cause I don't wanna finish +They diminish I replenish +Scientific, I'm out this world ho +I wear bright red like a girl toe +No homo, fingernails dirty +I've been counting dirty money since 12:30 +A-M, weigh them, if they short take them +Right back and spray him amen, yea +I just do my Wayne +And every time I do it I do my thing, yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Chrissy Snow[Intro samples] +[Verse 1: Ill Bill] +My shooter really do this with the Uzi in Jerusalem +Lookin like a Jewish Huey Lewis +Speed boats off the Greek coast , we grasp and we toast +She had a mean ass and a deep throat +A drug dealers peripheral , a nipple full of sniffable +Dominican blow was called Chrissy snow +3 Sclupa needs a 8 ball meet me at the Breagal Beager +In the back Booth seated with the deagle +Re-revolutionize the crack deal +Make the workers rock their titties out so thеy can't steal +I'm a champagne problem on a beer budgеt +In other words I'm a problem you can't afford to fuck with +Hit with bullets respond with warheads +My God vs your God until we all dead +My Gucci cost more than your entire life +Buy it twice +Mine drip like the eyes of a crying Christ +[Hook] +Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip +If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick +Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca +Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers x2 +[Verse 2: Kool G Rap] +You already know +Pan ain't flying the gram suppliers +Pro Gun handles inside the top brand attire +Open fire on any men in them sandals try us +Problems solve em revolver got the answer by us +Done deals with kingpins shook the hands of siors +Big amounts swiss accounts when they handle buyers +Benz tied up the landels a mansion by us +Man on fire my life what every man desire +Baby vampires that blow like the standing choirs +Glance twice at something nice thats a chance for hire +She run icecream machienes like the brand of Breyers +Bitch on magazine covers with the Phantom by her +Pablo Escobar safari nigga panthers tigers +Serious ciphers cigar blowin with Ol Jodas +He turned farmers from goat herders to boat loaders +Save young girls from rape and pillage +Guerrilla warfare with soldiers came to take the village +Now they safe as sound founded behind the gates of Villas +Chefs makin steaks with skillets +Gorgeous and grown up the shapes the illest +Lingerie on the maid the laces silk shit +Take no time to milk +If they send a pillow i blaze it kill it +Oh God we face light, raise the billions +G and Bill we at the Billiards +Benjamin Bills caked in the millions +[Hook] +Playing roulette and rush in with a full clip +If you survive the the rush its like sniffin a full brick +Never mind the baking soda with your favorite coca +Fuck G.I. Joe you should know not to play with soldiers x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Poem Dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr.A man who fought for freedom +A man who fought for equality +Those who were against him +Were too blind to see +What this man was fighting for +So Blacks, Hispanics, Jews and Asians could put their foot in the door +Yes, we know that this man is great +That's why today we celebrate +Everyone lifts their voice and sing +For a man who wanted freedom to ring +Martin Luther King is who I'm speaking of +A man whose name means love" +"My Story (Please Forgive Me)If I could swim a thousand lakes to bring your life back +I write that, but infinity can't rewind facts +You are divinity +My primitive mind was struggling +Just to understand the meaning of life, forgive me +I never told my mommy, I couldn't break her spirit +She always wished her daughter, extraordinary thinking +So I traveled alone, young, sixteen got in the habit of not stayin' at home +Doing the sad walk like +Bill Bixby, a dollar fifty +Trips to the hospital so that Medicaid could fix me +I couldn't eat shit. I fainted frequent. On cold floors and I pause and I think, Peep it +I'm lost, my four friends know +And just fuck at the boys' apartments for rent, so +I'm all wishin' that it's a dream ending soon +I've actually erased a lot that I've been through +See when the rain comes down, I know it's fallin' for me, and only for me +And when the pain comes around, there's nowhere else I rather would be +I know what I've done, Please forgive me +Now all my bitter homies sayin' that's what men do +Feelin' retarded for seeing partner potential +On top of that, the doctors telling me a heart murmur +I can't take it; I'm contemplating a glot burner, a cop murderer +I can't be, this can't be +The tears streaming and I can't see, they lance me +And I'm passin' out, and this is just for blood +They had to cover the mass amounts, I've had enough +And you don't know what it's like in waiting rooms +And outside their picketing pictures could slay you +Their screamin' victims, and spitting till they shame you +I hold my head low and shiver push my way through +They put you in a room, where you can change into +Your gown and shower cap, shaking as a feene would do +And tha's when you think of leaving, fleeing the building and then they call you and you hear the call of your children +They count down from ten now, you wanna stop 'em but you say it in your head, your out for the cut +Then you wake up in another room with plenty others +They call it recovery; you're thinkin' we ain't mothers +And then prescription pills, written a 'scrip with chills +An understatement, you're dressed but you're naked still +And your brain won't think straight +Wait - Can't finish this +See when the rain comes down, I know it's fallin' for me, and only for me +And when the pain comes around, there's nowhere else I rather would be +I know what I've done, Please forgive me +I kept it bottled up; my parent's found the pills +Screaming God what have you done? +Cried till I snotted blood, then got a gun +My temper ran quick tho, from the thought, then the worst I was caught in the same place +A year later, for me that's when hatred started +My faith martyred, I've dated a father but farther, then I moved on +Years past, the guilt's worse and it builds till your heart' smashed +Then I miscarried 22 age, I was headed to a breakdown +Swallowed up some pills and I laid down +I was a failure at that too, bailed from the rap then but fate took me back in +Sin is a tattoo my fingers attached with +Twenty-seven with three kids that I never met +What if I was Catholic? Wonder if they hate me? +Thinking how their mother could ever murder? +Well take me hell - to the depths where the brimstone chokes me constantly +I gave a monstacy +How could I possibly correspond with God when I gave the authority to end that life? +But it's never over, even if we have a child +They coulda had a brother or sister or both +I'm thinking about another life that almost got close +Prayin' that in another time we coulda' changed posts +If I could just reverse time, I would +I don't know what I would do, honestly it's not good +I'm sorry" +"Motherless Child[Intro] +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child +Yo, yo, guzzlin' forties (Let's get it on, fella), no doubt +The Wallabee champ comes back +Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) +Raid your whole empire, no doubt +[Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef] +Rich man, poor man, read the headlines +Niggas gettin' murdered for spots and bigger dimes +Droughts and drug wars, living by gun law +Jail cats come home and want to take yours +As a young one, growin' up broke, me and my peoples +Had to sell coke, I guess we all in the same boat +Thinkin', plus drinkin' that ninety-proof +Layin' on the roof sayin', ""We need a next man to shoot"" +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Yo) +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I know a rich kid who got hit for three bricks +Showin' off his 850 plush, what a nice whip +Young blood guzzlin' forties, hustled in the rain +Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins +He never had it all, the kid loved basketball +Had a favorite song, ""I Miss You"", written by Aaron Hall +Now back to the original neighborhood criminals +Clockin' dollars by the hour like his digital +Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the +Wildin'-est niggas peelin' caps, known as the Islanders +From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin' +Slept in expensive gold spreads, threads made of satin +Labeled as the cow, he had crazy beef +Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief +But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill +'Cause if he don't, these niggas with black barrels will +But shit never calmed down, one day downtown +He dropped an ounce off, money had slept like a nightgown +He rolled up in the Albee Square, relaxed like he lived in there +Two kids was beamin' him, them niggas from the movie theatre +One had all Guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on +The other Pelle Pelle tucked with a firearm +Movin' slow, baseball hats crazy down low +Word life, God, this bookhead nigga gotta go +Oh, shit, bookhead just bought a five G head +A King Tut piece, about the size of Little Maurice +We got to get him baby, yo, cousin, count to ten +I'm runnin' in, my first instincts is they're returnin' +The time is now, walked in and pulled out +Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out? +Don't move, don't even flinch, fix 'em up +Drop the head, don't want to get blood on the Tut +He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out, I'm robbin' him +Had to hit him ten more times, make sure I got him +Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy +Granny came out blacked down with a half a shotty +I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash +Granny shot my man in his ass and broke mega glass +Damn, had to go out with a blast +I shot my way up out of the Albee, fast +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Oh shit, what the fuck? Shit was horrible) +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Word up, you know how we do +Know what I'm sayin'? No doubt, check it out, y'all +'Nuff respect to my peoples +Bobby Steels on the tracks +Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? +On and on like that, y'all +Mickie Mirrors, understand the born, Reddy Red +Big Von, yeah, no doubt, now Von, yeah +Niggas know the half y'all +Veriano, niggas know +Killer Cage, y'all, word up, you know the half +Niggas on the Island, Rikers Island +Word up, one love niggas upstate +Yeah, check it out, y'all +Niggas know Lex Diamonds my right hand man, yo +Check it out" +"Wrote My Way Out[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] +(""I wrote my way out"") +When the world turned its back on me +I was up against the wall +I had no foundation +No friends and no family to catch my fall +Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt +I picked up a pen and ""I wrote my way—"" out +[Verse 1: Nas] +I picked up the pen like Hamilton +Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em +No political power—just lyrical power +Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours +Schemin' on a come up, from evening to sun up +My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger +Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence +Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant +Flickerin' lights inside my project hall +Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long +And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on +Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds +Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at +I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app +I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens +The definition of what It Was Written means +Know what I mean? +[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] +(""I wrote my way out"") +When the world turned its back on me +I was up against the wall +I had no foundation +No friends and no family to catch my fall +Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt +I picked up a pen and ""I wrote my way—"" out +[Verse 2: Dave East] +I really wrote my way up out of 6E +Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me +Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed +Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen? +At sixteen, arrested in housin', trip to the mountains +Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses +Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit +The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch +Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans +Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border +That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape +Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak +I persevered, composition, I kept it close +Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear +Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it +Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin' +This poetry in motion, I'm a poet +[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample] +(""I wrote my way out"") +When the world turned its back on me +I was up against the wall +I had no foundation +No friends and no family to catch my fall +Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt +I picked up a pen and I wrote my way out! +[Verse 3: Lin-Manuel Miranda] +High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck +Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check +My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak +In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back +Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'; +""Oh, you think you smart?""—Blaow!—start bleedin' +My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back +Sister tapped my brains, said, ""Pssh—you'll get 'em right back."" +Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in +The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless +These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless? +""Damn, you got no chill,"" fuckin' right—I'm relentless +I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery +So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery +This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers +And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and +Shine a light when it's gray out? +[Bridge: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] +(""I wrote my way out"") +Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm +No lovin' arms to keep me warm +This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear +I can do without, I'm here (I'm here) +'Cause ""I wrote my way—"" out! +[Outro: Samples] +""—picked up the pen like Hamilton"" +""I wrote my way out of the pro—"" +""—wrote—"" +""—wrote my way out of the projects"" +""—pick—"" +""—picked up the pen like Hamilton"" +""I wrote my way out of the—"" +""—wrote—"" +""—wrote my way out of the—"" +(""I wrote my way—"") +""—picked up the pen like Hamilton"" +""I wrote my way out of the pro—"" +""—wrote—"" +""—wrote my way out of the projects"" +(""I wrote my way out"") +[Spoken: Samples] +""Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective."" +(""I wrote my way out"") +""I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story.""EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"I Quit[Intro:] +Whats Up World +Just Got Out The Hospital Again +Lied To Ya Again +I Lied +But Im Back +But Im Back Bitch +And You Know I Got A Mothafucking Story To Tell +I Quit I Ain't Fucking With Dat +[Verse 1:] +Ain't Dat Money A Motha Fucka It Have Ya Trapped +So Strong Dat It Make The Strongest Nigga Relaps +For Da Shit Dat He Dont Need Perhaps +Like Codeine +Yeah It Taste So Good But It Fucked My Kidney +Shortened Up My Liver +Now Im Back In Dis Position (Fucked Up) +Hospital Bed Icu With Da Living Dead +Thinner Then A Piece Of Thread +Ho's Peaking They Head In (Embarassing) +On Da Phone With They Best Friend Like Yeah Dats Him +I Went To Thinking Bout Daddy Their My Nigga Ivy +Pains In My Iv Holling God Why Me +Said A Prair To Myself Looked Up Saw Tootie Ti And I Right Their Im Like Awwwww +Tired Of Dis Halo Tired Of Dis Yellow Should've Said Know Im Hard Headed Though +I Felt Untouchable The Money Kept Pooring In +1 Sip Lead To 10 Im On Dat Drank Again +[Hook: x4] +I Quit It I Ain't Fucking With It I Say Dat All The Time I Quit I Quit I Quit Iquit +[Verse 2:] +Im Having Nightmares I Can't Sleep +Can't Let The Reefa Spank Me +I Woke Up U Got To Thank B +Your Fans Read You Fucking Right +Ya Lil Man He Need His Daddy In His Life Got To Make A Change +Woke Up To Momma Momma Like Boy U Promised Me I Dont Know What Im Gone Do Girl You Know How Momma Be +2 Days Later Got My Caramel Flavor Hit Lil Junior On Da Razor Ill Be Home Later +What Up Dog, What Up Man +Straight, Yeah Im Good Nigga +Can't Be Fucking With Dat Shit Mane,I Know I Ain't Fucking With Dat Shit No More Just Call Up Dis Money Nigga Money Fuck A Nigga Money Fuck A Nigga Up You Know You Know +[Hook] +[Verse 3:] +Went To Da Yo Got In My Zone And Wrote Dis Bitch +Didn't Even Know What To Name It But Iknew How To Brang It +I Got To Quit Dis Bull Shit +Everytime I Get Rich Sometimes I Get Sick +But I Travel On Da Road (Hard Times) Show For Show +Body Hurtin But I Got To Go +Got Children Nigga +Gone Feed Them Pottna +One Phone Call Dats All +We In The Van 5 Deep Time To Call Ball +And Get Da Conetent +Real Is How I Run Dat +Dat South Is Where I Hung At +Need To Stop Being Nice To People +Need To Start Saying I Ain't Got It +Need To Start Telling My Niggas Nigga Come Out Yo Pockets +Need To Take My Ass To Church +Say Dat All The TimeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Open Letter to Paul WalkerThis song, entitled ""Destiny Bends"" was written last night after hearing the tragic news of the loss of a good man named Paul Walker. I met Paul on the set of the film Brick Mansion, where we talked, laughed, and exchanged ideas of life and fatherhood. I only knew him personally for less than a year, but we knew each other through our work and art. We saw in each other a kindred spirit of men coming from unlikely circumstances, and rising to be the light and beacon of our family and loved ones. Men who learned the joy and pains of love in life, and success, while coming to realize that nothing is more important than family, friendship, and the brotherhood of humanity. Millions of people get to know an artist or movie star through their work, but few are allowed to cross each others' paths and see through the veil of stardom and find the common denominator that we share. As all physical things will decay and wither away, film, art, and music remain longer than the vessel that delivered them. In this vein, the one thing we can't take away or give back is time. So, thus, time is the most precious gift. I dedicated my time to compose this song with my two sons and new friend Will Wells, who was kind enough to sing and perform it for me. We dedicate it to Paul Walker. A good man. We had plans to continue working with each other in the future. It seemed destined, but ""destiny bends"". +*Note* This song is not for criticism, it's just a sketch demo. Please enjoy and reflect. +Your comrade in the struggle, +RZA" +"How I Wanna Live[Intro] +Ooh, Lil Pump, Jetski, yeah (Aye) +Thank You Fizzle +Yeah, yeah, ooh +[Chorus] +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Ooh) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Chyeah, yeah, yeah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Huh?) +All I need is one nut, uh (Chyeah) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Aye, chyeah) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Brr) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Ooh, woah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Chyeah) +All I need is one nut (Huh? Uh, brr) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Uh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Yeah) +[Verse] +Penthouse, forty-four floors, woah +[?] like stone cold +[?] (Yeah) +AP's skeleton and rose gold +I up the .44 +I hit on her sister, she gettin' over (Ooh) +I got sauce (Sauce) +[?], woah +I'm richer than lot of you oldheads (Aye) +Pick a bitch up in a moped (Yeah) +I pull out a stick, it's a cold red (Fa, fa) +I leave his ass walkin' with one leg (Woo) +I don't give a fuck what his mom said (Nah) +She can get hit with that toolie (Woo) +I play with that pussy like I play acoustic +I slap a Xan with a pussy (Woah) +[Chorus] +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Ooh) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Chyeah, yeah, yeah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Huh?) +All I need is one nut, uh (Chyeah) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Aye, chyeah) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Brr) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Ooh, woah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Chyeah) +All I need is one nut (Huh? Uh, brr) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Chyeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Three Knives[Intro: Cappadonna, (3rd Diglah)] +Let's mosey. (Yeah, Yo) +[3rd Diglah] +See me son, I'm secular rap, I'm second to none +They call me 3rd Diglah, Respect me dun +It's been a long time coming but I'm here now +Make way I got no time for your funny style +Fake ways, Jake prey on us but we duck down, Stay low +Gats don't sit in the pocket money, Cause they blow +Aaaa-Ohh, Who got a problem with mouth and they go +Keep talking rip you apart, Like you was Legos +I tangle for the cash my flash is something furious +Yea-Yo is the path, I get cash for rapping serious +Stay low with the crabs while my swag keep cabbies curious +I'm smacking on these fags and the game envy is serious +Me and my camp low, Move out like a stamp go +All around the World and I-yi-yi-yi, I spit that gat flow +[Lounge Lo] +Nobody never told you how I be the building +And burning piff with my niggas and a couple of children +Getting gwap, Tryna stack my cheese, Nigga please +This is fairy boat Lo, That be shooting the breeze +You know my O-U-T fit nice on, My boys they whyle out +And blam when they lifting they right arm +All up in the ghetto in night bombs, I right wrongs +I'm House Gang just like an urban icon +Catch me on a bus with my chain and my ice on +I'm looking real yes like I'm getting my fight on +I'm nine-eleven, Who be throwing them pipe bombs +A nigga from the Stat that be making his rights wrong +You know the kid hard, Never do light songs +I roll with the Stones but on the road them white cons +Lingerer zoo part two with a nice blonde +Fuck around say something, You end up your life's gone +[Cappadonna] +New York City, Power-ffinalia +We come through where the feds'll tell ya +We the largest rap group that ever lived +Shaolin for the kids +Round house, Black belts, And beards +Verrazano Bridge talk, Moon walk +Thrity-six clips of hard shit, Hard bricks +New York City and Shaolin, Niggas'll get hit with hard licks +Throw your towel in, Five niggas whyle'n +Nigga we keep on style'n, Cut em up into a half a gallon +More money, More murder, It's the beat swerver +Diglah with the fly handle, I break beats down and I dismantle +Anyone of yall niggas'll get shot, My mic is the Glock +Words'll pop in your head like various speed knots +Come on with it, Come on get it, Long did-ick +Cappadon of the fat outfits, crazy fitted +Straight Park Hill, Bark is ill, Sparkling grill +Niggas with the hood shit, Taste the skill +Shaolin slash Wu-Tang, Darts'll bang +Never forget where you come from, Respect my game +[Outro: Cappadonna] +Yo let's move, We gotta be out, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"​everything[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & The-Dream] +You'll live, and you'll learn +See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone else +You'll love, and you'll learn +See you'll never conclude with anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone else +[Chorus: Kanye West] +If I had everything, everything +I could change anything +If I changed anything, I mean anything +I would change everything, oh yeah +[Post-Chorus: The-Dream & Kanye West] +Dark boy, don't you cry +There's too much life left in those eyes +Don't you let that face go waterfall +Don't you learn to love your scars and all? +Dark boy, don't you die +They're just human, let them lie +You just know your world and speak your truth +Let them come to you +For you'll love, in your heart +See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone else +This is your call, there are no wrongs +See you'll never conclude with anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone else +[Chorus: Kanye West] +If I had everything, everything +I could change anything, I could change anything +If I changed anything, I mean anything +I would change everything, oh yeah +[Verse 1: Nas] +When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts +Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black beloved brother +You fail to embarrass him, harassin' him +To my life, your life pales in comparison +So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the God +Do what's necessary, I'm never worried +Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture +You convinced most of my people to live off emotion +That's why we competin', death by the chrome barrel +Forgot the secrets, my Kilimanjaro bone marrow's the deepest +You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that +We want freedom, I'm a scholar; an almanac +People do anything to be involved in everything +Inclusion is a hell of a drug +Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life +And never have enough +[Chorus: Kanye West] +If I had everything, everything +I could change anything +If I changed anything, I mean anything +I would change everything, oh yeah +[Verse 2: Nas] +From the birth of a child, the world is foul +Excursions of a searchin' child +Should learn to take nothin' personal +A parent hates to watch his baby's face +Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great +The child's introduction to suffering and pain +Understands without words, nothin' is explained +Or rushed to the brain, lookin' up at his parents' face +Like, ""I thought you would protect me from this scary place?"" +""Why'd you let them inject me?"" +""Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?"" +Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me? +If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me +I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso +Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position +Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin' +Said, ""Screw that bus!"" – boycotted that bus outta business +The future's us, yet every citizen's in prison +[Chorus: Kanye West] +If I had everything, everything +I could change anything +If I changed anything, I mean anything +I would change everything, oh yeah +[Verse 3: Nas] +Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi +In Italy, I'm Eduardo Vaccari +But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur +And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure +My first house, 11,000-square-feet mansion +It was a haunted by dead rich whites +Mad a nigga bought his crib to hang up pictures of black Christ +Circular driveways, black cars and black ice +My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money +Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny +Did good for a staircase loiterer, euphoria +What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior +Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky +It was important to a guy who was mob-minded +Future Murciélago driver 'til Lambos got average on me +I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money +Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats +Just to remind me, just to inspire me +To stay focused, it's a real sick society +Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me +I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters +Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper +Made a change, the pants-sagger put plans in action +To lay claim the Pan-African made it happen +[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West and The-Dream] +You'll live, and you'll learn +See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone else +You'll live, and you'll learn +See you'll never conclude with anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone else +[Chorus: Kanye West] +If I had everything, everything +I could change anything +If I changed anything, I mean anything +I would change everything, oh yeah +[Post-Chorus: The-Dream & Kanye West] +Dark boy, don't you cry +There's too much life left in those eyes +Don't you let that face go waterfall +Don't you learn to love your scars and all +Dark boy, don't you die +They're just human, let them lie +You just know your world and speak your truth +And let them come to you +For you'll love, in your heart +See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone else +This is your call, there are no wrongs +See you'll never conclude with anyone else +Don't think the same as everyone elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"C.A.P.P.A.[Intro:] +Yo I’m an artist +I draw pictures +Same ol’ shit +Different day +I’m not a hater +I’m a participator +Hard times and prophecy +I’m a hip hop entrepreneur +Spiritual rap in guerilla warfare +I’m a legend in the game +Concrete jungle life in the world +I dedicate this one to all them artist +[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] +Some of ya’ll say you can’t understand me +Cause you don’t know the science of a nigga with a [?] +Came from the slums +Now I got more funds +The more paper +The more I see the hate come +I’m out here tryna get a little break from the snakes and the jakes them +Gotta shake them +Give a lot back +Now I gotta make some +I don’t trust none of ya’ll +You could be a fake one +Friends are enemies +Enemies turned friends +Don’t judge me +Cause we all got the same sins +I’m a hustler +Entrepreneur +You a customer +You want me to do it +Keep coming [?] in that floor +Make a honey jump to it an screw it +Nuttin to fool with it +Go to school with it +Still drive jewels with it +Flowing on cruise with it +And i’m gonna do with it +What I gotta do with it +Till i’m through with it +Brother you can go and spread the news with it +Yeah +Uh +[Chorus:] +C-a-pp-a [x3] +Check it out yea +[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] +My nigga roughs that speedy game up +Niggas wanna rock with the hot potatoes +Ain’t no thing +Cause a nigga go in +Tell you motherfuckers +Yo you are not the greatest +Tell the dj stop the faders +Bring it back to the top of playlist +Every night you niggas get it right +Every nigga with a mic +Wanna spit some pages +Well nothing is safe +Straight anus +You a homo thug that got famous +Don’t wanna hear your thought +You little wack report +Your lifestyle don’t fuckin entertain us +It’s all fake nigga +Stick to the basics +Drugs, moneys, hoes, no innovation +I’m too real for your radio station +Djs might lose their jobs they try to play this +[Chorus] +C-a-pp-a [x7] +Consider all poor people acceptable +[Sample ominous sound Gunshot] +Hook off (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Don’t Like Me*[Intro: Lil Pump] +Uh, Jetski +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Brand new SB's, I'ma stomp 'em out in my Nikes (Nikes) +New SRT, I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Nah) +Ooh, love swervin' in a new Maybach, nah, I ain't no hypebeast (Yeah) +She stay lurkin' (Uh-huh), baby mama callin' my phone like ""Pipe me"" (Pipe me, yeah) +Lambo, no keys, drive too fast, ain't tryna indict me (Uh) +Only more beats, that's the only thing that excite me (Huh?) +And it feel holy (Holy), beat the pussy up, I make it pipe me (Yeah) +[?], I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (No way) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I'm ridin' 'round in a Benz, I wanna fuck on that bitch and her twins (Uh-huh) +Bored, done did it again, I dropped 20k on Cartier lens (Uh-huh) +I stomp 'em out in my timbs, Rolls Royce, I done stratched the rims (Uh-huh) +I bought a crib for my crib (Crib), bought a bust down for my bitch (Yeah) +It don't get redder than this, walk into Saks, spend 1k on the fit (Bitch) +They wanna suck on the drip (Ooh), you ain't livin' life like this, lil' bitch (Nah) +100 round drum with the kit (Fa-fa), 8 rings sittin' on my fist (Yeah) +Sippin' Wockanda, no Tris (No Tris), came in the game with a brick (Brick) +She wanna suck on the team, all of my cars, they came with no keys (Yeah) +None of my cars are leased, bust a nut in every bitch that I see (I see) +Bitch, I'm on bean machine (Yeah), nobody takin' more beans than me (No way) +Im sippin' on red, no green, I give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Bitch) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Jackboy] +Brand new SB's, I'ma stomp 'em out in my Nikes (My Nikes, yeah) +New SRT, I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Don't like me, yeah) +Ooh, love swervin' in a new Maybach, nah, I ain't no hypebeast (Yeah) +She stay lurkin', baby mama callin' my phone like ""Pipe me"" (Like pipe me, yeah) +Lambo, no keys, drive too fast, ain't tryna indict me (Indict me, yeah) +Only more beats, that's the only thing that excite me (Excite me, yeah) +And it feel holy, beat the pussy up, I make it pipe me (Like pipe me, yeah) +[?] (Uh-huh), I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Nah) +[Verse 2: Jackboy] +I'm pullin' up, brand new Lamb' +Fuck them one-hundred's like [?] +I had to do a hard time in the can +Now I'm out stackin' bread, in the booth goin' ham +Done ran up a check like I'm signed by Nike +I fucked this bitch, now that nigga don't like me +Kick her out when we done all that, thot, excite me +I'm married to the game, you can't be my wifey +I'm married to the game, I don't need no thot +I don't trust no bitch, I just trust my Glock +I trust my pump, you know I go dumb +Your ass get slumped, I shoot my shot +My first shot out the box, secure on spot +These niggas just hate, I touch the top +Fuck your crew, you ain't getting no loot +You get me mad, I'm goin' down on you +Get me mad, I'm gon' slide on you (Click-blaow) +You don't really run with the troops +Step on a nigga in Dior shoe +Bless a nigga, eh, out the blue +Knock that nigga inside of the shoot +Big Glock on me, I got it blew +Big Glock on me, I don't fear of no man +10 toes down, I ain't never run +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Brand new SB's, I'ma stomp 'em out in my Nikes (Yeah) +New SRT, I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Uh-huh) +Ooh, love swervin' in a new Maybach, nah, I ain't no hypebeast (Yeah) +She stay lurkin' (Uh-huh), baby mama callin' my phone like ""Pipe me"" +Lambo, no keys, drive too fast, ain't tryna indict me +Only more beats, that's the only thing that excite me +And it feel holy, beat the pussy up, I make it pipe me +[?], I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Nasty One (Remix)[Intro] +Lil' Kim +Kranium +Hoodcelebrityy +Stefflon Don +[Verse 1: Kranium] +Run, come darling, talk to me, baby +Pussy is drivin’ me crazy +Things you do, I swear it amaze me +You nuh carry cramps 'cause you no lazy +Wine pon the tip and the top +Me a fuck you and you a beg mi fi stop +Deep in a you deh so the thing a drop +Queen Bee, me love it when you whine like that +Yardman in control, push it deep inside of your hole +Snatch your soul, big, bad and bold +[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim] +As far as lovin' and the sex I’m the best one +You never have to doubt, have to question +Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that +See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that +[Chorus: Lil' Kim] +See, you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim] +Come fall in love with the best one +Lick off a shot for you, the best one +[Verse 2: HoodCelebrityy] +Sextape inna di bed room +Legs inna di air, gimme some leg room +Unless you want a threesome +Shhh, ya bitch inna di next room +Keep it quiet now, keep it down +We nah affi speak fi you use your tongue +Some gal dem man cheat fi fun +Two wrongs don't make a right +But i'm the nastiest one yeah +Good pussy nah go cheat pon you +Good pussy nah go cheat +[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim] +As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one +You never have to doubt, have to question +Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that +See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that +[Chorus: Lil' Kim] +See, you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim] +Come fall in love with the best one +Lick off a shot for you, the best one +[Verse 3: Stefflon Don] +All my exes tun senseless +Cah sex best wen the dona tuggin on the necklass +I’m reckless, U Can call me bonny or red riding hood +Cah mi ride the hood good like +A real wet bloodclat jamaican pussy good +I'm nasty, wen mi sidung pon it +Stick shift 5 gear boom flick +Popalick pon mi ed bo gyal can do +Weh mi do pon it +So bow down baby +Can’t believe you really thought +I'd let u drive me crazy +U had a real good girl but u gon bad +Niggas on ma back and i know u mad +I ain't sober sippin' on the henny got me +Flight mode, baby why u never got me +Harts cold, smilin’ but i'm hurtin' probably +Harts cold, I'm hurting but i'll be ok +[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim] +As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one +You never have to doubt, have to question +Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that +See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that +[Chorus: Lil' Kim] +See, you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim] +Come fall in love with the best one +Lick off a shot for you, the best one +Come fall in love with the best one +Lick off a shot fuh you the best one +You gon' do it for the nastiest one +You gon' do it for the nastiest one" +"Drift[Verse 1-Blake Perlman] +When the Earth collides +Two hearts, two souls combine +One love of humankind, in heaven's name +No time for fear or blame +Inside, we are the same +[Hook-Blake Perlman] +We feel it all, we feel the rise before the fall +Although divided us, we feel it all, we feel it all +[Verse 2-Blake Perlman +We feel it all, the rise and fall +We drift inside each other, all we have is one another +United we can never fall +[Hook] +[Verse 3-RZA] +The great scientist minds, militaries combined +Formed the greatest weapons to defend mankind +From the bottomless pit, it's the apocalypse +Egypt, Okinowa, they threatened the populous +Nations of man must stand its terror +Two hearts ripped apart, they come together +Some bonds rejoined they cannot be severed +Brother, true to color, we all need each other +We look beyond these borders just to see each other +The fate of the world is upon our shoulders +A soldier tell his father goodbye, you can see the proudness +A gleam of hope appears in his eye +No one knows for whom the bell tolls +A strong might body, hundred tons of steel +Kaiju, facing the enemy that stands before us +We feel it all, they're trying to destroy us! +[Hook] +[Outro-Blake Perlman] +We drift inside each other, all we have is one another +United we can never fall" +"Different[Hook] +I done seen my homies sell dope to my homies motha +I done see my homies sell dope to an undercover +I done see you real niggas tell it all to undercover +These niggas suppose to be my niggas claiming that we brothers +I done had to open my eyes to em, they say we guys +I done see who was gon' ride too +See that's what made me different (x2) +[Verse: 1] +See im mad at these niggas today, more loyal than the niggas than last year +If loyalty was the key, these niggas won't last here (Won't last here) +And they lyin to em, Put my life on the line for 'em +Studio 24 every night i gotta grind for 'em (let's get it) +My momma had told me they don't love you (they don't love you) +But I ain't Listen momma, I know these niggas ain't for you (I'm sorry momma) +These niggas throwing L's like these niggas loyal +When you was locked up they didn't pay for that lawyer +Gettin nice jobs (Nice Jobs) +Sneak dissing over bitches I call it backstab +I Got that last laugh, Put em on top now +I gotta keep going for my kids and I can't stop now +[Hook] +I done seen my homies sell dope to my homies momma +I done see my homies sell dope to an undercover +I done see you real niggas tell it all to undercover +These niggas suppose to be my niggas claiming that we brothers +I done have to open my eyes to em, they say we guys +I done see who was gon' ride too +See that's what made me different, See that's what made me different +[Verse: 2] +Don't bite the hand that feed you, these niggas that need you +Some niggas need one head shot, some niggas they need two +They need them niggas, the same time they need you +But I was all down till the lean talk for me like +These niggas ain't real, im going in for the kill +I've been that nigga before this deal (lets get it) +I told my niggas I make a mill' (Yea) +Sniff a opp, take 'em out +Real to my niggas, never fake em out (Real niggas since day one) +So many bricks I can make a house (Get bricks) (Get Bricks) +And where I'm from you don't make it out +[Hook] +[Outro] +If there ain't a ticket stamp on that motherfucka then we ain't fuckin' with it5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Iwanteweback(the4ewesong)[Intro] +So dear, so me, so evil you +So we are so through +There's no need, it's over, me and you +[Hook] +I want you back +Sometimes I do +I want you +I need you back +I want you, boo +I want you back +I want you, boo +Though we ain't loving +We ain't fucking +We ain't through +I want you back +I want you back +Oh oh oh oh oh +I want you back +[Verse 1] +Sometimes I want you back just to adore you +But mostly I just want to destroy you +Store you, and call you Murphy as a nickname +Wipe the floor with you, you're addicting, dick thing +Insane to explain, I know it might sound callous +Careless, sadist, I'm a damn lady +My fair Jeanie ran on planes in Spain daily +Clearly, I'm fairly well-versed in fuckery +I should fuck you up for breaking up with me +Stain your frame of painted veins I bust with cutlery +It's such a shame that you think you're an accessory +You're so fucking pedestrian, especially when you're next to me +Excuse me, sounding too imposing +Fuck it, I'm first class -- I never said I was into coaching +You should listen closely, thinking the song's about you +It is -- you, him, him, and him mostly +Don't choose bad; at times, my choices do betray me +Belaboring the point, yeah, maybe I'm sort of faded +""I'll maybe call you later, baby""; Lord, you're hated +But Lord, of course I'm motivated, low-key hatred +Sleeping neighbors choose euthanasia +Stay together, trooping through the universe forever +I'd rather not be two sedated dapper cadavers +I'd rather feel the pain and tell you never feel embarrassed +It ain't baggage -- I claim baggage like a name tag +It ain't marriage if the gain came through the same fabric +Insane to remain average, I can't have it +My main habit's to change, it creates havoc +You can't fathom a love/hate relation, well +Yes you can, guess again -- you've been aceing them +Replacing them with lying to yourself or fifty pacing them like +Let's get through it, baby +And maybe I'm crazy then for being blunt +I know what I deserve, know what I want +I know that we could never really be a pair +I know that sometimes I still want you there +I might not like you, our connection's rare +I might just spite you, you're never there +I like revenge, I love love +I'm still evolving, that's some shit that Jean is not above +[Hook] +[Outro]" +"Mommy[Intro: Missy] +Please stand UP! +In 2005, the industry will be pussy-whipped +It won't be EA-SY +[Scratched] Mommy look good yeah mommy look right +[Verse 1: Missy] +They like mommy with the cute face, can I get a date +Mommy got a cool shake, mommy make 'em wait +Papi havin' trouble tryin' to keep up the pace +Mommy got a hook I let my pussy be the bait +Mommy got that good shit, that really good shit +The type of chick you get with, that really good shit +Mommy got them niggas goin crazy for the ass +Call me Flash, make a dash, get a nigga for his cash +Mommy nuck and buck with a quick uppercut +Mommy sport shell toes, I put my Nikes up +I used to dress D-boy, now I dress girly +Wake up real early with my brais lookin curly +Mommy let 'em know who she is, what she 'bout +Yeah she 'bout money, mommy turnin niggas out +Mommy got bills, car sit on big wheels +In the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill +[Hook: Missy Elliott] +Mommy cute like Fendi suits +Mommy fresh these my real breasts +Mommy sex cause mommy groan +Mommy be that good shit at home +Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy +Damn mommy, roll like armies +Mommy ass like a Cadillac +Mommy give 'em heart attacks +[Missy Elliott] +They call me lil' momma lookin big in my Hummer +Momma on the corner, lil' momma be a stunner +Fly to the Hummer quick faster than a runner +Foot on the gas, VROOOM, engine gunner +Mommy look good, yeah mommy look right +Mommy stay hood, mommy be yo' type +Mommy get excited, mommy ask you to bite it +Mommy know you like it, tell papi don't fight it +Capital M-O-M-M-Y +Mommy got 'em pussed, take any chick guy +Mommy got a deal, mommy spit shit real +Mommy give 'em chills when she wear high heels +Mommy get the money get the money get the money +Mommy find a man who can go and get it for me +Mommy look fresh in Respect Me sweats +Stay best dressed, showin off my breasts +[Hook] +{*beat changes*} +[Scratched] Mommy get the money {*repeat 4X*} +[Missy Elliott] +Yeah mommy get buck like whoa lil' momma +Back it up like whoa lil' momma +When she shake it like whoa lil' momma +She get naked like HOLD UP MOMMA +Mommy be a freak, mommy let the world know +Mommy want 'em lickin from her head to her toe +If papi say no then lil' papi gotta go +If he broke no no mommy kick him out the do' +[Hook]" +"Pistol Smoke[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yeah +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +You  can get clapped in the deadly hall +Where  the killers skate off in the clean G Wagen, all gray +Chain swingin', the god-gods was tried for 'meanors +Gucci, last thing they seen hittin' the cement +The  fuck y'all standing around for? +Watch  my reels, I make scripts off strips like, ""Hold on, strip"" +I don't care what he say, how many guns he got +Just  ask your mans about my flicks +Movies, gruesome, bombs, we boofed it +Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true shit +A click, two sticks, it'll cost you, baby +That's  two pin joints if I lost you, baby +Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar +Tie hands together with the aux, go scar for scar +Go 'head and act up, injuries gon' add up +Walkin' out the ER like a mummy, all wrapped up +Come on board, shooters, we hirin' +Scarface bald head niggas, we admire them +Rumor has it a lot of frauds got flaws on 'em +See a lot of Madea in niggas, wrong drawers on 'em +[Chorus: Solomon Childs] +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr) +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I held 'em up like a pair of crutches +Had 'em all in a jam like I ran with Smuckers +Cops, sirens, paparazzis over hot bodies +Headshots in the Maserati +Don't wrap that nigga, no Polo sheets +Keep it discrete, I told that nigga he'd be dead in a week +His bitch told me where he rest, where he keep his cheese +He got a stashbox in the wheel in both his V's +I got forty-seven cocaine connects out in Monaco +Top of the line, these coke chefs made the honor roll +And that's the reason I don't fuck with faggots +Twenty-one guns that go savage +Seventy nuns that tote smoke in the old baggage +Whatever I see, I grab it +You get the message like it's all in a tablet +You straight bitch like Tiff Haddish +Hustle grands like Tip Harris +The whole hood drop like a miscarriage +[Chorus: Solomon Childs] +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr) +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke" +"Favor for a Favor[Intro: Scarface] +Yo Nas +I don't think they wanna fuck with this +Gangsta shit, fo' sho' +Danger, danger +Check it out +[Verse 1: Scarface] +It's on, and once again I bring niggas the rough +Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched +Hit in the darkest alleys, where the Super Sports rally +Beatin' up the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot +They ain't ready for the Nakamici +I flip this shit like I'm Comaneci +Now dey a motherfuckin' see me +They try to breeze me, but I got niggas in New York +Comin' kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee +Game over, he with my man came over +To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range Rover +Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for +Tell these niggas why we here +[Verse 2: Nas] +Nuttin' but the New York to Texas connection +Nuttin' but some real shit, what y'all expected +Spaz out, some times dreamin', think I'm awoke +Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke +Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me +That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me +I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian +Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain +My, Houston niggas, come through for niggas +Scarface get a call and we shootin' niggas +Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business +Tryin' to make future figures, we two of the illest, what? +[Chorus: Nas] +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted +Any nigga can get it +[Verse 3: Scarface] +You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at +So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin' cap +Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information +Bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back +Cause when it come down to the come down; +I'ma pull the motherfuckin' plug on him +Walk up to his face and then gone +Set a example, send these hoes a little message: +They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it +Leaded, I pull these capers all the time +With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin' mind +Him and whoever standin' by, I'll tell these niggas, ""Let's go"" +And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die +He fin' to die, throwin' up his own blood +With a slug in his motherfuckin' mug +I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here +Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor +[Chorus: Nas] +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted +Any nigga can get it +[Verse 4: Nas] +A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose +To his wake we send a wreath that explodes +Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed +That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe +Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes +Attack 'em like Freddy, then we toastin' over spaghetti +I share withcha drama, you share with mine +That's how we killin' two birds at the same time +Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger +With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga +Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war +Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw +Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art +And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin' +Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life +Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa +[Chorus: Nas] +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted +Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) +I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted +Any nigga can get it +[Outro: Nas] +A favor for a favor +A favor for a favor +A favor for a favorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Soufside Still Holdin’Chorus: +Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie +We ride on 4 wit tv's inside +We all suckafree, got the game sewed +When we put the mic down, say man hold up +(repeat) +Verse: +Souf side still holdin im in a expedition +With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin +Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me +Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie +I just went to the car lot and bought a limo +I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo +When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes +I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's +I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades +Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave +I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin +People wanna know where im at keep callin +Cuz im a baller im always top of the line +2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind +Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle +On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle +Cuz people be always tryna show off +They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off +I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9 +U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph +Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House +The freestyle king i always go hard +After concerts i might pull yo braud +( repeat chrous til fade)" +"What Do I Do?[Intro: Raekwon] +Test the waters B, Stop playing man +[Chorus: Raekwon, (Sample)] +(What do I do?) +When the cream is pile'n, Crib on the Island, Just be style'n +(What do I do?) +When the feds is on me, Pawn separating, My bitch want me +(What do I do?) +When them niggas is tell'n, Ain't built for jail and they nail'n me +(What do I do?) +I just jet off and sail, Ain't no time to be fail'n +[Raekwon] +What's up niggas, What's the deal, You know the half yo +Bubble bath, Crude style, Check out my laugh yo +All this money in the back of the tub +I reminisce yo when black was a cub +Mad money, Honeys around, Pop'n onies, All hoodies and hard bottoms +Smoking big reefers, The God got it +Slide to the table, Cable drip, Hang to my navel +The feds in the building for Nagle +Forty-five we skate'n, Debate'n if we hit'n up Nathan's +Catch me with a Spanish _______ _______ +Average nigga, You crazy +To fuck with my wolves is bullshit, Them little guns is for daises +We got the T.I. joints +You violate the crew the clip gone dump on the stage +And everybody's contagious, And when them shots fly off +It's just a recipe for Chef and his cake mix +[Chorus] +[Raekwon *Singing*] +Ayo, I tell you I love you +But that's what it means to me +More precious then silver +More precious then diamond rings +I really feel that I, That I, That I could kill you +[Raekwon] +Ayo, The belt holders, Dutch Masters L blowers +Champion hood, Fly A-R, The stainless gazelle soldiers +Yeah we pumping them boulders, Cop'n them gold Rovers +Every show Chevy with no shoulders +That means doors that fold up, The team gleams +More cobras, Graveyard rings, Just old stuff +And then we told ya, Ayo +You running round cake'n off eating healthy my tholdier +Yeah this is the scroll what, So roll up +And let my party people niggas be grown up, and sho nuff +[Chorus]" +"Tombstone Intro[Verse] +I was chained in the dungeon, banging, busting +Came from nothing but hunger, pains and suffering +Dunked in the cage for pumping, a younging with hopes +Of becoming the boss, running the force +No respect for none of the laws +Something because I'm in front of the broads +Some of y'all be talking, but avoid the confrontation +It's one of them situations that'll be hard to walk away from +Grown man, stone jam, Daniel taming the lion +Broad day, blazing the iron, hallways where they surviving +You gangsta, you lying, you faking, you hiding +I destroy batti boy, you taste it and riding +Made man with close ties to both sides +Known to get it and blow digit, if the ho wide, for sure, right +Broadband, heavy hand, hit you with the contraband +Wanted man, a-alikes salute me as I walk the land +New nigga, kneel to Zard, or feel the rod, no appealing the charge +Catch a bad hand, watch you dealing the cards +I speak from the heart, you weak from the start +I be sleeping with sharks, you be briefing the NARCs +Give me reason to start, I be eating your heart +I'm a beast with the bar, you be pleading he stop" +"We’re Done (Remix)(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together +(Lil Wayne) +To the left, to the left +If you wanna leave, be my guest you can step +Feeling irreplaceable listenin' to Beyonce +But okay, I'll put you out on your B-Day +Hey, now if you rockin' with Weezy +Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe +I got game like EA +But I wanna let you play +And don't I treat you like souffle +Don't I look at you like I see a new day +And Don't I do what I do say +I'm through talkin', so i'mma let you 'face +(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together +(Lil Wayne) +It's no sweat, no sweat +I would never 1, 2, 3, 4-get about you +Your love, your sex +You know I work you out like Bowflex +Our jokes, no stress +Love, live life, proceed, progress +Make sure the neighbors get no rest +We can get together, never disconnect +Your back, your neck +Funny how that song hasn't got old yet... to us +So let's project, you stay in, never in-correct +Lemme catch my breath, talkin' 'bout leaving, you ain't gone yet +And if you leave, leave correct +Then I'mma send a jet to pick up the next +And if you leave, you leaving the best +So you might have to settle for less +I am no Elliott Ness +I don't handcuff, I don't arrest +I do confess to the murders, see +Cause under them sheets, I am a mess +Yes, baby you blessed +Now just don't jump your nest, come on +(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The World{*set to B.I.G.'s ""The World is Filled..."" instrumental*} +[50 Cent] +Yeah... 50 Cent, uh-huh +Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit~! +She ain't that chick from the burbs that's a stranger to drama +She that Uptown Girl with the cocky persona +Went out her way to let her know that I want her +I told her I - know fo' sho' we belong together +And I wouldn't break her heart, my intentions are better +And I, shared the same dreams she had about cheddar +When the D's came she was down to hold the Beretta +I got a thing for babygirls, me and her against the world +[Governor - singing] +We used to think the same schemes, with the same dreams in mind +10'll bring you back 20 if the crook is on time +And she knows daddy loves to eat +Take a seat and let my baby rub my feet +She was a clear thinker, with a plan to rule the world +But understandin her place is my girl +Talk about hardcore, to win she'd give her life +Or shoot to kill, to protect this life +[Hook: Governor] +The world will hear, what's really goin on, in my life - my life +The world will see, what was really down down, in my life - my life +If you only knew, the pain I feel; if you only could feel the streets is real +If they only knewwwwww, what's goin onnnnnnn, yeah~! +[50 Cent] +You're sunshine, your smile make my day +It's simple - your dimple your eyes +Your lips, your thighs, got me hypnotized +Communication's deep, I love it when we talk +Hate it when you leave but when you leave I love to watch you walk +You make a nigga forget about a life full of drama +She got expensive taste, she get it from her momma +Materialistic; still a nigga want her +Consistantly missin her touch when she gone, uhh +She smell like Chanel, she feelin me and I can tell +With the right woman by my side I feel like I can't fail +I've been around been up and down my attitude is fuckin ass +She a rider, I'm in heaven when I'm inside her +Workin up a sweat, kissin on her neck, ""12 Play"" in the deck +Fo'play correct, have her drippin wet +She looked in my eyes and say she like it but I know she love it +I just keep doin what I'm doin and think nuttin of it +[Hook] w/ ad libs +{*abruptly ends halfway during the last line of the Chorus*} +""STOP!!""EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Conform To Love[Verse 1] +What is freedom but a fleeting notion +Is this reality or just emotion +I would rather be a giver then +Be apart of hurting you again +[Chorus 1] +I want to be conformed to love, show me what to do again +Show me to win your love +I want to be conformed to love +So I can perform love +[Verse 2] +My impatience is the part of me +That I realize you hate you say +It complicates the very art of you +Show me what ought to do +I want to be comformed to love +So I can perform love +[Chorus 2] +My Beloved is the greatest Love, yes! +I think of him all the time +My beloved is the greatest love +Please make up my mind +I want to be conformed to love +So I can make more love +I want to be pure pure love +So I can restore love +So I can make more love +So I can be sure love +Help me be secure love +So I can make more love +So I can restore love +[Outro: Talking] +That is the objective, to be conformed to love, to actually be love incarnate +Because that is what I was before, but ya'll got that I think +To be love incarnate, and to not listen to people who might say there's something wrong with being love, you know. I'll give you an example: +You talked about professionalism +But what does professionalism have to do with a real exchange +You are as professional as you have to be right now +You are as professional as you need to be +Your sincerity has offended me in any way +It hasn't confused or complicated things +If anything it's broken down and made the environment more comfortable for everyone else +What did it do, what was the cost of your lack of professionalsim, your so called lack of professionalism, because I don't call it that +I believe a world can exist on honesty, I just do, you know. I'm a believer" +"The RealestThese young boys with dreams of taking my crown +I can't have 'em +They got wild imaginations +I'm something they can't fathom +Something too true or ankle killing +From a .22 in the boot of a villain +Who's doper than whoever you were +I'm doper than a whore shooting dope in the sewer +The whole city built on piss and floating manure +That travels in pipes, train stations and scavenger types +You can get your shit took and stabbed with a knife +By a lick, crook, a quick jab and big hook +These sick fags trying to find out where I live, look +I got a crew of goons looming larger than Bigfoot +To fuck you up and throw human parts in a pickup +Truck come, a sick fuck, since I made six bucks +And now I'm all papered out and getting my dick sucked +With power, now you cowards get your tummy stitched up +[Hook: Slaine] (2) +I'm larger than life, who the fuck are you prick? +I got an 8-Ball, beat you with a pool stick! +I walk in the dark, the burglar at night +This is the realest shit you heard in your life, aight? +[Verse 2: ILL Bill] +Young amateurs play themselves +Making mistakes, they young shooters +Dude stay in your lane, youngsta +I'll give you a young funeral +And no funeral home, if these walls could talk +They'd paint a picture of the aftermath of wars are sparked +Doors are locked, coffins lowered deep into the ground +Shovels and dirt shift while families weeping to the sound +But the world keeps turning and the plot thickens +Street Robin Hoods are earning and the cops are bitches +Another day, another million dollars +Another soldier sent home a crippled father +In the war with religious martyrs +Overseas concerts shocking all like senseless bombings +My hood soldiers be on your momma's block with pistols popping +It's a vicious cycle of horrible events +It gets worse, you try to kill me, I'll body you instead +Learn the hard way, lose your life fucking with real goons +You dudes better smarten up real soon! +[Hook: Slaine] (2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Pimp JuiceYo, this the underground though, nigga +Haha, ya know, ye +[Verse One- Lil' Flip] +She wanna get me for my pimp juice +Cuz she gone of the x, and that grey goose +Plus Imma pimp hoe, so I can't pay you +You understand I'm the man +And gettin' money, is the motherfuckin' plan +I'm like a kick stand, cuz I'm always leanin' +I never do the speed limit, so I'm always speedin' +And it don't take much, to make me happy +Cuz I bin have this shit, way before I was rappin' +Went to cappin', before I, get to clappin' +Niggas kamikazee style, and make sho I hit the cabin +But don't hold the grudge, when I go see the judge +Till ya locked up nigga, you can't fuck +And ya baby mama, still in the free world +You thought she had one child, now she got three girls +Boi, I'm the real mcoy, you niggas too faced +I pull a gun to ya mouth, like toothpaste +We in a new state, tryna get the big lick +I got money on my mind, nigga fuck a bitch +Don't worry about snitch, cuz they talk too much +That's how dumb ass niggas, get coughed up +But not me, cuz I never hang out +I got chopper bullets, watch them hoes rang out +And when them cops pull up on the scene +Nine times outta ten, Imma be wit will lean +[Hook- Lil' Flip] +I know you wanna hit the club on dubs, don't ya +I know you wanna smoke all of my bud, don't ya +I know you wanna be my new bitch, don't ya +But I'm sorry, cuz lil flip don't want ya +[Verse Two- Lil' Flip] +Yeah I don't want ya nasty ass girl, ya gotta be fine +I can't fuck a eight or a seven, you gotta be a dime +I seen you niggas, gotta be wit stupid hoes +But I feel em, cuz them hoes buy a niggas clothes +Fuck the clothes, make ya hoe by ya dro +Pay ya bills, change ya grills, brang you wheels +Lil flip jus got a deal, Imma keep it I got game +You should peep it, you are lame +I'm the flip, the freestyle king of the freestyle gang +I don't sniff nuthin', all I do is split buttons +When I pull up to the club, they say flip stuntin' +I'm freestylin' nigga, I hear ya writin' shit +That's why you fuckin' up nigga, it's time you say real shit +[Pimpin' Ken - talking] +Ye, Pimpin' ken, why you chillin' wit these fat ass bitches +Ya fat fat, the burger king got ya gal fat fat +Ye, ye ye, Pimpin' ken, one more time +Hey flip you know what I'm talkin' bout man +We up in this dallas texas, mayne you know what I'm talkin' bout +Know what I'm talkin' bout, check this out man +I know you talkin' bout them pimp juice man +But you know what pimp juice is mayne +It's that shit we got in the pimp cup mayne +Know what I'm talkin' bout, yea man that's that pimp juice +You that grey goose right?, it's make a hoe turn into a big moose +Ya know what I'm talkin' bout, know what I mean +Imma go pimp some money, real motherfuckin' quick man +You know we got these hoes drunk on this motherfuckin'gang bangin +You know we ain't alchoholics +We motherfuckin' pimpaholics, in this bitch man +It's Pimpin' Ken and Lil' Flip +You see us on BET, you know how we livin' +(continues talking till end of song)" +"God Bless Amerika[Verse 1] +Uh, my mind's filled with mine fields +The ashes fall, the wine spills +The world stops, drops and rolls +It's Judgment Day or a fire drill +Yeah, I pour out my heart, have a drink +They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin', yeahh +My country 'tis of thee +Sweet land of kill em all and let 'em die +[Chorus] +God bless Amerika +This ole' godless Amerika +I heard tomorrow ain't promised today +The end of time is like a hour away +[Verse 2] +Damn, military minded, lost and can't find it +The stars on the flag are never shining +Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today +Will I die or go to jail today? +'Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword +Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad +Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket +I'm wired out the socket, but still shocking +Everybody wanna tell me what I need +You can play a role in my life but not the lead +If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed +Mama said take what you want – I took heed, yeahh +Now let it breathe, yeah +[Verse 3] +Back to life, back to reality +Been eating my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities +Granted we do it for vanity not humanity +But what's appealing to me is under banana trees, love +I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged +Ain't that a bitch? I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut, in a nut shell +Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail +Same shit, different air freshener +I don't play, boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner +Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind +Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind +I be in the cloud, cloud number 9 +And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time +It's a cold world, I put on a mink +There's a chain of command, I'm the missing link +[Chorus] +God bless Amerika +This ole' godless Amerika +I heard tomorrow ain't promised today +And I'm smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet +[Outro] +Here we live by the sword and die by the sword +Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad +Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket +I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin' +Everybody wanna tell me what I need +You can play a role in my life but not the lead +I saw a butterfly in hell today +Will I die or go to jail today?61EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Assaholic Anonymous (Interlude)A lot of men need to go to A.A +And not A.A. as in Alcoholics Anonymous +But A.A. as in Assaholics Anonymous +'Cause a lot of men are straight addicted to ass +These are the men that, no matter what +Can't see past a woman's butt +These are the men that will lose their jobs for ass +Drop out of school for ass +Diss their friends for ass +And even wreck their cars while looking at ass +Damn ass-drunk drivers +These are the men that are so addicted to ass +That they'll always make butt statements +Like ""The woman's personality is wack, BUT she's got much backs"" +Or ""The woman's breath is kinda hummin', BUT she's got a plump ol' onion"" +Taa-dow! +So much so that they for get about such things as +Personality, spirituality, compatibility, and metaphysicality +'Cause they're straight assaholics +And like I said, they need to take their butts to Assaholics Anonymous +And cure their dumb asses, BUTT..." +"Conceited[Verse 1] +See, this ain't nothin' that you used to +Out of the ordinary, unusual +You gotta have the mind state like I'm so great +And can't nobody do it like you do +Miraculous, phenomenal +And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you +Show no love, 'cause you's wassup +Look at yourself in the mirror, like what the fuck +Damn, I look good +And can't nobody freak it like I could +Yeah, okay, I got a little fat butt +My shorty told me that he like it like that shit +I'm happy, another me there never can be +See, I'm so outstanding +Don't care if they can't stand me +I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy +[Hook 1] +See, I look too good for this necklace +And I look too good to be wearin' this +You know I look way too good to be innocent +I'm conceited, I got a reason +See, I look too good to be drivin' that +And I look too good to be buyin' that +You know I look way too good to be tryin' that +I'm conceited, I got a reason +[Verse 2] +Now who's that peekin' in my window? +Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse +Baby I'm sorry, but I'm sexy +And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see +This kid that I'm waitin' on +He said he love when my jeans look painted on +With this tight white tee, you ain't quite like me +Probably why I'm always gettin' hitted on +Now shorty tryin' to push up on me like a Wonderbra +Listen when I speak, I wouldn't want you to take it wrong +Now, number one, I don't need you +Your name's Q, I only see ""u"" when I see you +Listen, two, you could never play me (why's that?) +'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady +Three, it's all about me +I don't wanna talk about it +If you'd like to hear it, here it go +I wrote a song about it +[Hook 2] +See, I look too good to be fuckin' you +And I look too good to be lovin' you +You know I look way too good to be stuck with you +I'm conceited, I got a reason +See, I look too good to be gettin' whipped +And I look too good to be havin' kids +You know I look way too good to be in a crib +I'm conceited, I got a reason +[Verse 3] +Oh, I know what I'm doin' +I can't stop my body from movin' +I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music +He keeps watchin' me and he's about to lose it +I'm droppin' it hotter than the drop it like it's hot +""Face Down, Ass Up,"" on some Luke shit +I'm outta control wit' it, dip it low, pick it up slow +Poke it out, now roll wit' it +My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit' it +Now all I need is a room wit' a pole in it +See, I look good and I'm knowin' it +But I was never too proud to be showin' it +[Hook 1] +See, I look too good for this necklace +And I look too good to be wearin' this +You know I look way too good to be innocent +I'm conceited, I got a reason +See, I look too good to be drivin' that +And I look too good to be buyin' that +You know I look way too good to be tryin' that +I'm conceited, I got a reason +[Hook 2] +See, I look too good to be fuckin' you +And I look too good to be lovin' you +You know I look way too good to be stuck with you +I'm conceited, I got a reason +See I look too good to be gettin' whipped +And I look too good to be havin' kids +You know I look way too good to be in a crib +I'm conceited, I got a reason" +"We On It[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, yeah +Lil Uzi +Lemme see dat +What up Charlie? +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Twenty bitches dick riding a nigga +Twenty niggas standing beside of nigga +Is it good fortune important choices +Now they all wanna ride with a nigga +Where was you when I was off in the beginning +Ain't take three stripes for a nigga +Took me out but now a nigga winnin' +Took me out but now a nigga winnin' +Y'all just be hatin' on a youngin' +Want collab from a youngin' +But a couple months ago +Wasn't thinkin' bout a youngin' (No) +What you know about trappin' +On a God damn Monday +Half an hour got rid of a onion +I'm finessin' and I'm stuntin' (Ah!) +You niggas fakin' and your bitches bad +And I don't like you, like your bitch's dad +I'm from the city where everybody wanna be from the north +Cause they think that's just where the winners at +And I swear I wanna be where the women at +Overseas with my team sippin' gin and jack +And most these rappers ain't feelin' that +Then again most these rappers be really wack +And you talk about juugin', but you really trap +Got nicks and dimes money barely stacked +And a bitch I fucked over nigga barely tapped +And I thought you had bars where the coffin at +'Cause you a dead motherfucker, dressed all in black +I'm still a lean head and I'm off the act +Well not right now I ain't off the act +Cause this too crazy to be off the act +And most these niggas they be soft as crap +And you get em steamed up now they hard as crack +Pull up in a Beamer oh you parkin' that +Wait I thought that was yours why you walkin' back +And I'm 'bout to grab the Porsche nigga, horse in back +Swear to god I'm bout to bring flossin' back +And my bitch ass is so soft and fat +Yeah my bitch ass is so soft and fat +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +We on it +If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it (We is) +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +[Verse 2: Lee Mazin] +I got 20 bitches ridin' with me +20 more we all slide-in for free +Ain't tell you I was 43 deep +22 niggas mobbin' with me +They be mobbin' for free +Oh shit, Giuseppe's strapped so don't trip +This mac invadin' my lip +The pretty girl sip +The selfie those flicks +Damn, 20 cameras all on me +Lil chick like diamond weeks +Fresh do let it bop with a weave +Love a lil' nigga who will bop on his knees +And I got a boy who will pay for it all +Anything I want, lemme get stingy +I can take trips, I can call whips +Last name Frank, first name Benji +If it's 'bout money den I'm on it +Go 'head, show me my opponent +If she really want it, tell her she can have it right now +Never met a queen who was scared to back down +Who woulda thought that they knew me +'Cause they run me down like Boosie +Nigga havin' dreams he could do me +Now I'm on a track with Lil Uzi +So they don't like the way I do it, and they hate that I'm on top +Wishin' they could fix my brakes, they like damn, she won't stop +Now that money talk +I do anything that I want +Oh, you mad? +I done made my fuckin' way to the front, bitch +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +We on it +If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see no opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I’m Talkin[Verse 1] +Nigga, what's up? You think you tough +I'm fly shit, high as a bitch, dope as fuck +Sho' nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities +Fight you like the fucking enemies +You would think there's fucking ten of me +When I'm sending these blows, blows +Hoes wanna roll like hydro +Wanna suck Timbaland's bone like you Fido +I go, scoop Lil' Kim, me, she, her, them and him +Gets high in The Tunnel +They see my Lexus comin', they hear the bass rumblin' +They come quick, they come quick like a dick +I make myself sick, I'm so motherfuckin' bad to the bone +Like my titties on full blown +[Chorus] +My style of rappin (My style) +I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm su-su-such a good rapper) +I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) +My style's the bomb diggy (My style) +My style of rappin' (Yeah) +Su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) +I give you good and plenty (Uhm, mmm) +My style's the bomb diggy (Brrr) +[Verse 2] +I'm calling your cards like Sprint +Can't be me, can't see me, I'm low like Timb +Ladies and gents, dogs, cats and babies +Whoever bit my style I hope you croak from the rabies +Swayze, maybe I call your name, ain't that a fucking shame +I'm too high for that, I'm great like the dane +Mane on main if you decide to put your hands +On my fucking light, like the cigarettes I light +You must burn, you better learn from the pro +Who rock shows after shows, when it rains, it pours +I hurt like the cold souls, my style polishes like nails and toes +You know +[Chorus] +My style of rappin (It's such a good...) +I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) +I give you good and plenty (I give) +My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) +My style of rappin (I'm such...) +I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) +I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) +My style's the bomb diggy (Uhmm) +[Verse 3] +You beg to be put on like pants +Nigga know who I am +Now you want to sing and dance +You want to shake your stanky ass +Well I'm sorry Sam, God damn +You ain't family, you hounding me +Pounding me with the same old story, ahh, you bore me +Lordy have mercy on all these groupies +Sorry cutie, why you go and shake your bootie? +'Cause there's only one Lil' Kim +The triple beam, the misdemean, nigga queen +Whoomp, we Tag Team +So hot we melt like ice cream +Without the dick riding +Dreams of smoking a California blunt +I got the lyrics to make you feel it +What you want nigga? +[Bridge] +I'm talking about my style +(I am the flyest there is, and now) +I'm talking about my style +(Let me tell you about Missy's style) +[Chorus] +My style of rappin' (Oh my) +I'm su-su-such a good rapper (Su-su-such a good rapper) +I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) +My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) +My style of rappin' (I'm such a good rapper) +I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good...) +I give you good and plenty (Good, good) +My style's the bomb diggy +[Outro] +Hey Timbaland be talkin' more shit +And Lil' Kim be talkin' more more shit shit +Da Brat be talkin' more more more shit shit +Busta Rhymes be talkin' more shit, talkin' more shit +702 talk shit shit +And Aaliyah talk shit shit shit +Ginuwine-wine talkin' more more more shit shit +And I be talkin' more shit +And Total be talkin' more shit +Maganoo an-and St.-St. Nick, we be talkin' shit +We be talkin' shit, I, I, I, I, uh huh +Jimmy talkin' shit too I, I, we out" +"Post Bail Ballin[Verse 1] +Uh, hundred thousand on a small ass chain +Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne +Half a million for a watch with no diamonds +Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change +Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the backyard +Elevator in the house, never got stuck +I just looked in the mirror, got star struck +I just looked at your bitch and got eye-fucked +Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up +All you see is license plates far in front of ya +I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life +She licked her lips twice and told me that I'm yummier +Glass house on the block, five floors in it +Got a picture on the wall that cost more than it +You observing it, I'm absorbing it +Judge mad 'cause a nigga make more than him +Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims +I'm going in 'til I'm pouring in more than M's +I'm courtin' swimsuit models that don't know who I am +And foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films +My warrant's clear as day like Doris is +When I ain't trippin' then my lawyers is +So what the charges is? +Put it on my tab, baller shit +I'm from the cell to the mall with this +[Chorus] +Now tell them motherfuckers I'm +I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +[Post-Chorus] +Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley +And I'ma honk the horn, ridin' past the penitentiary +And I'ma drive slow, ridin' past the elementary +Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em ""Don't even mention"" +[Verse 2] +Uh, one time +For the hustlers and the young moms +My presidential said it's crunch time +Looking in my son's eyes +Only time I see a upside +I tell him he gon' be a tough guy +Never be a punchline +Tell him never wait in one line +Tell him not even a lunch line +Pray more than sometimes +When the cops come, you tongue-tied +Take dirt, make a mud pie +Lookin' out the window +In the coupe with a bimbo +Talking 'bout who she resemble +Bitch, you in a Enzo +Stop being so simple +Now fuck me like we in a limo +I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill +I got ocean views, I got water bills +I got cards to deal, I got hearts to steal +I got larger wheels on my automobile +I lost appeal +The bullshit cost me a mill +It brought me to tears +I came home and bought me a crib +I walk through that bitch +Strapped when it's dark in that bitch +And through hell and high water, I just walk on a bridge +I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge +I started to swig +But end up drinking all of that shit +'Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit +I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out the pen +[Chorus] +My nigga, I'm, I'm post-bail ballin, post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +I'm post-bail ballin' +Farewell warden, I'm post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +Post-bail ballin' +Inmate Carter +Post-bail ballin' +[Post-Chorus] +Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley +And I'ma honk the horn ridin' past the penitentiary +And I'ma drive slow ridin' past the elementary +Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em ""Don't even mention"" +Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Average Dude / Stizzy*Lyrics from Snippet +[Chorus] +I'm meaning to see what Lil' Stizzy gon' do (Yeah) +Lil Uzi never with Stizzy, uh (Stizzy) +No need for that, he get busy, uh +Stizzy walk 'round with a fifty +You wanted me Stizzy? Then come on, get with me +(Get with me, ayy) +Stizzy got teardrop in face, yeah (Uh) +But he do not got a 'Tec (Huh?) +We gonna leave it as that +If I say some more then I'm considered a rat (Ayy) +[Bridge] +Talkin' shit, man? +Too much talkin' but that shit lame +I hear somebody be talkin' too much, some shit goin' down +(He plottin') +Niggas know it's goin' down, for real (1600, he plottin') +Y'all niggas be talkin' too much +Lil Uzi (Yeah) +[Verse] +2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20 million just for one diamond +Put that shit middle of my head just to make surе that a young nigga always be shinin' +Meditate right off my mеds +Young nigga feel like his real name is probably just [?] +Fucked on the floor, need no bed +I don't want your pussy, bitch, give me the head +I don't want your pussy, bitch, give me the head +I'd rather count up the deads on the stairs +Screamin', ""Free Trill!"" he tried to beat the case +But you can't beat the stakes, so he ain't beat the feds +Sippin' on Wock' and I'm sippin' on red (Wocky slush) +Got that bitch high, that's medicinal head +I know these niggas, they heard what I said +Yeah, it's ice on my neck, you can go grab a sled (Brr) +Brr, I say ""Brr"" like I'm Pooh Shiesty +I feel like So, I'm in my glo +Look at your bitch, call me almighty (Uh) +I never know when I gotta go so I keep a pole right on me, tight, no cap (Yeah) +Some say that I'm crazy but I keep it real, I'm way far from dumb +I'm up, shining, the opps, they gone +That nigga should've been done (No cap) +Blunt the same size of my thumb +Don't give a fuck, they my sons (Ayy) +I'm a lil' nigga like, uh (Uh) +Fuck on your bitch, that's for lunch (Lunch) +She said a young nigga hung, uh (Ayy) +When she gone moan like ""uh"" (Yeah) +When she gone I'ma make a sandwich (Yeah) +This bitch look at me like king, uh (King) +I put pink diamonds my ring, uh +[?] my [?] got more [?], ayy +I'm just like, yadda-da mean? Ayy +I got a whole lot of cream, ayy (What?) +My bitch, she know I'm not neat, ayy +My bitch, she think that I cheat, ayy (Woo) +Yeah (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) +Chopper orchestrated, yeah +Think they shoot, they two's (Brr) +This my seventh link +Think I love her too (What?) +Bitch, I love the haters (Let's go) +Don't fuck if he [?] me +We gon' leave him blue (Yeah) +My bitch, she all gravy (What?) +Watch me break the rules (Yeah) +I came in her house (Let's go) +I can't wear no shoes, uh +I came in her mouth, uh (Ew) +And she married too, uh +I'm just a average dudeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Ay Man[Verse 1: Pharrell] +Lemme 'splain the difference 'tween you and I +Hot in Miami but you know I keep the coolest ride +Stop like yeah ragged rockin' [? ] +Pullin' up on the side is a suicide +Aye, you just a run-of-the-mill nigga +Here's the difference man I run with the mills, niggas can't eat I ain't done with the meal +See dem niggas that's grinnin' man they have fun with da steel +""Pharrell, you a cool nigga. Let me shake your hand. You wear tight pants, you wear black bands, you wear long Vans, crib in the sky and +I heard you got a crib in Virginia, on the sand."" +Not you, you ain't a Robb Report nigga +Nigga, yous a perjuror, you lie in court nigga +You prolly snitchhy snitchy and proly bitchy bitchy +I don't wear them big chains no mo' because they itch me +Drop my girl off, pick up the enzo +Ridin' through Hileah, ride through Kendall +Ride through Carol City, ride through Overtown +Where they leave dat ass on the ground +But you say that they know you now +But the difference is when dey see ya, will they hold ya down +See P grew up with a heroine pedal? +They made fun of me cause I was a odd fellow +See I was half skate park I was half ghetto +But you cut me open then u seen my bones made of metal +Here's my DNA yes it was essential +Unlike your aftermarket Roley Presidential +Look at my Audemars, three hundred something +Barack inspired (why?) the black one comin' +[Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne] +Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Arm hangin' out da driver side window +Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin? +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm doin' real well I'm doin' real well +Got the Frank Mull and time will tell +Rock star bitch, like a Nine Inch Nail +Som'n sittin' on 25 inch wheels +We eatin' over here why would I miss meals? +Whisper in her ear give her thigh lip chills +Young moolah yeah I know you like dat baby +And she wanna be in the mix like a white-black baby +Weezy a.k.a. which one of ya'll girls want me +High-definition tv in the front seat +Whatcha wanna do nigga I ain't neva scared +Theodore ass nigga you a teddy bear +I'm so hood and the hood everywhere +Thank god black card good everywhere +You like my shoes huh? well I got every pair +Elevator eyes, but I get every stair +[Pre-Hook] +Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Arm hangin' out da driver side window +Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o +[Hook] +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin? +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I'm doin' real fine I'm doin' real fine +It took a lil' time it was just a hill climb +And now we at the top so let's pose for the pictures +Cause our money longer than the nose of da bitches? +And, and for my shows do ya know what I'm gettin'? +Like a mansion every night it's fair to say I make a livin' +And hip hop never closed it just wasn't safe to visit +But I reopened it I'm bout to break the ribbon +I see it and I'm in it I do it how you dreamt it +Ice game dumber than O.J. Simpson +I ride next year check the numbers on the temps and +Hotta than a bitch check the numbers on my temp and ya boyfriend a bitch watch I treat him like a wimp and +We are all apes I remember when we were chimps and man, you can bet I'm gon' be limpin +I'm a be limpin yep +When I hop up out that pretty mothafucka like hello +Hop up out that pretty mothafucka like +Like when I hop up out that pretty muthafucka like hello +Hop up out that pretty muthafucka like, um +[Pre-Hook] +Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Arm hangin' out da driver side window +Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o +[Hook] +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Death Smiles at Murder[Verse 1: ILL Bill] +Our society love murderers, love war, love bloodshed +Love the scene of an accident when someone's dead +We love violence, we can't turn away: The Colosseum +Throw ‘em in the arena and watch the lions eat 'em +Music and movies are the mirrors of this madness +Some morbid mural of morticians upon the canvas +A beautifully composed symphony of sickness, bear witness +Reality's much worse, predictions of apocalypse +Found in the books of religious architects +Arguments hidden in forbidden documents +Consequence, Bowling for Columbine +Anatomy of School Shootings +Bloods and Crips of Brooklyn is no longer a new thing +Death is certain, we all die whether it's from natural causes or not +Nobody really knows why +But if there's one thing I know, Death holds a place +In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face +[Chorus: Mr. Hyde] +Death smiles at murder +Pain shakes the hand of homicide +We all die, it's certain +Can't change the path that's prophesied +[Verse 2: ILL Bill] +Some people murder for money +Other people murder for hate +Some murder for love +A lot of people murder for drugs +There's really fucked up people that need a murder to cum +And some of y'all motherfuckers even murder for fun +They might stab you up with a knife or shoot you with guns +That's when the black coroner van usually comes +Some murderers are strange drifters or depraved sickos +Like Gary Heidnik, Gein, Bundy, Berkowitz and J. Rifkin +A lot of murderers you wouldn't suspect +He kept to himself, never bothered anyone, they said +He was a simple guy with a simple life, till he killed his wife +Got a first taste of doing something he liked +Some murderers are famous +And they wind up in a Ford Bronco +With a gun in they mouth like O.J. did +No matter who the fuck you are, Death has a place +In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face +[Chorus: Mr. Hyde]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"A Better Tomorrow[Intro: Inspectah Deck] +Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down +For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it +[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] +Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves +Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved +All my live brothers is locked down with high numbers +The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger +In this New World, the Order slaughter men, women and children +Ten feet gates surround the building, keep us sealed in +The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet +Constant war, except for threats of enemy conquest +Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble +Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble +Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge +They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars +I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing +Spaced out in the staircase, performin' a sting +It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll +Tryin' to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold +Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow +I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels +The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole +Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold +Their life and times, deadly like the virus design +But too minute to dilute the scientist mind +[Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)] +You can't party your life away, drink your life away +Smoke your life away, fuck your life away +Dream your life away, scheme your life away +'Cause your seeds grow up the same way +[Verse 2: Masta Killa] +A voice cries from the wilderness of the North +A representation of the families that lost one +All victims of incarceration +Or other divisions of the family structure +Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations +Babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations +On their faces, there bear worry-ations +Of mothers that carry the pain +Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail +Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire +It lightly begins to rain +Screams of terror are hidden by the passin' trains +This can't be little Hussein +His uncle cries as he drops to his nephew's side, holdin' his cane +Just give me a name +Of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness +[Verse 3: U-God] +Yo, curses from war, innocent blood spills for days +Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise +Tree of life, more precious than rubies, golden game +The wise shall flourish inherit, Halls of Fame +Crime visions in my blood got me locked in prison +While we die, hard-livin' people whine about religion, vision +Blow, spin, and sin and killin' what's revealin' +It's a never endin' battle with no endin' or beginnin', listen +Zero process, progress, become the hunted +America's most wanted, good life, flaunt it, want it +Some love the speed, some satisfy a need +Some wanna be down, young gun seed, jungle breed +The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed +One flew astray, and it caught my little seed +Can it be? The ice savage, trife life, made me grab the knife +The righteous man was beat with many stripes, pipes +Take in my energy, breath and know the rest +'Cause the good die young and the hard die best +[Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)] +You can't party your life away, drink your life away +Smoke your life away, fuck your life away +Dream your life away, scheme your life away +'Cause your seeds grow up the same way +'Cause your seeds grow up the same way +'Cause your seeds grow up the same way +[Verse 4: RZA] +Y'all bitches love dances, and pullin' down your pants +While your man's on tour, your spendin' up his advances +Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick +The whole projects is trapped in six +You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs +Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out +Ninety-nine cent beer drinkin', pussy stinkin' +Fuckin' so much, your ass and titties start shrinkin' +New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid +Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays? +Inside my lab, I'm goin' mad +Took two drags off the blunts, and started breakin' down the flag +The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods +The white's for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs +Or the slugs that ignites through the night, by the dawn early light +Why is sons fightin' for the stripe? +[Verse 5: Method Man] +As we dwell through this concrete hell, callin' it home +Mama say, ""Take your time, young man, and build your own +Don't wind up like your old dad +Still searchin' for them glory days he never had"" +So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings +The cash rule everythin' now, we goin' down +These babies lookin' up to us, it's up to us +The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus +But envy, greed, lust and hate separate +Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate +No longer brothers, we unstable +Like Cain when he slew Abel, killin' each other +[Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)] +You can't party your life away, drink your life away +Smoke your life away, fuck your life away +Dream your life away, scheme your life away +'Cause your seeds grow up the same way +'Cause your seeds grow up the same way +'Cause your seeds grow up the same wayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Webbie I RememberI remember we was wilin' +Off of half a x pill, this was way before tha Molly +Everybody got a rocket +Tryin' to prove like a motherfucker, try me I'll pop it (I've stopped) +Webbie on the Henny fucked up +This was when I was skinny and fucked up +Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up +Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up +You remember that December when they ran with the money +Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money +Went to war had a lot of niggas running +Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming +Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach +I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma +Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma +And say ""I love you momma"" +We was young and fucked up in the head +Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread +Had a little money, but we living in the red +Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it +Remember we first got a deal, nigga +And you dropped ""bad bitch"" gave me ""that shit is real nigga?"" +I was still in the field with 'em +You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap +I was walking through the mob with a strap +10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet +Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack +Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap +Remember when I told you I was going to the can +You like man, my man, you going to the can +I felt in your hug, in your hands +Told you I'll be back in a minute +Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary +And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating +Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy +We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating +Well I told 'em, I remember +Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga +Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas +You had twins, they was beautiful as ever +""Be a dad,"" what I told you in the letter +I remain the same, how I ended in the end +I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink +Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing +Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon +Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves +Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb +In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve +Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb +Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls +Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl +Never went to Church, man 'cause Saturday was turnt +Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt +We thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt +When we was kids, we just wanted our turn +In the hospital, me and you don't learn +'stead we asking God, give us one more turn +I remember, WebbieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Never Let the Game GoSay Mike Dean, dig these blues.. +[Z-Ro] +Here I go again, running off at the mouth about busters +Motherfuckers just mad at me, cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters +Too many times I done paid my dues, giving a damn still paying 'em fool +Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfucking pain +I'm screaming Jesus, I need a better way of life +Cause at the rate I travel now, I can't decipher day from night +Still the King of the Ghetto, the ghetto is where I lay my head at +Evade FED's at, and break bread at +These son of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude +And too many people make me paranoid, so I wet a bitch and I wet a dude +Straight like that I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said +Flipping in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads +It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug, even though I know better +My only love is for my guerillas, and for the cheddar +So all you mark ass niggas, get the fuck up out of dodge +Get your life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war +[Z-Ro] +It be a bunch of drama, on my block +My partna accidently shot his mama, on my block +Trying to survive in the land of the lost, hoping I could at least find me +Cause back in high school, ain't nan one of my teacher reached me +I wan't cutting up in class, I had money on my mind +Visualizing a motherfucking come up, ready to get up and grind +Chasing paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro +Moving ounce after ounce, after ounce of that yayo +Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending +And if I get caught slipping, my freedom is ending nigga I'm playing it safe +One hundreds and fifties, and twenties and tens and fives +And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0 +And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac +Trigga happy, and don't give a fuck what I be aiming at +Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that +(Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that) +[Z-Ro] +My niggas be killing eachother, behind these busted bitches +I would rather be spending my time in a drop top, something live on switches +With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down +Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga, I'm ready to release rounds +Out of the mini-one form I shoot till it's over with, ain't nobody gon stood up +Another one bites the dust I'm throwing that P.U.D. up, nigga what +I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, the cause for my life +The reason I'm anti-social, and built a wall around my life +Ain't nobody with me, Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh +Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggas come to give me death +It'll be a battleground, with nothing but dead enemies or myself +Cause when I be clicking, I be feeling a strange energy within myself +I never be giving a damn about it, because it be feeling so live +And if I be doing that there, don't fuck with me and take me out of my vibe nigga +Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo' +Never gonna let the game go, fa sho" +"Groundbreaking[Verse 1: GZA] +I'm in the schoolyard rhyming with my brother Jamel and Ra' Allah +Vibe and took the beat, and imagining how far +The sound travel at the turn of the volume +It could shake the gravel, before we heard the loud boom +It vibrated through the parking lot +Shattered a few windshields, set off a sparking shot +The local UPS cat, but we didn't stress that +He had a slow leak, front tire almost flat +I got a cousin think he slicker than the oil in the chain +But I live in an arcade, surrounded by game +He used to pass me bucks, trying gas me up +He was a fast talker, and he kept a flashy cut +From a spot that was on Malcolm X Boulevard +Where this magician, wishing I would pull a card +An optical illusion, and whose hands were quick +But wasn't fast enough not to reveal his trick +[Hook x2: GZA] +Who be the first to set it off and just begun +Turn up the heat until the track is done +And we roll together as one +Yes, I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one +[Verse 2: GZA & Justice Kareem] +Mass hysteria inside the cafeteria +Not a food fight, but the news might beat your area +Whether by word of mouth, or if you read about it +Extra extra, they felt the need to shout it +The drummer played the beat on the table +His boy kicked a verse, like he was the first and I wasn't able +More prepared to let off anything substantial +If I had no rhymes and my planes was cancelled +Picture that, before you give your bag and expose it +Couldn't develop the color, wonder why he chosed it +See less than the worst competition, to the point +I only use one ear to listen +Was it something I'm missing the food is getting cold +The corners about to flake as soon as I flip the bowl +See the rhyme ain't worth the lunch ticket +Waste of time of mine plus the temp kicked it +[Hook x2: GZA] +Who be the first to set it off and just begun +Turn up the heat until the track is done +And we roll together as one +Yes, I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one" +"Third Strike[Intro] +I hope you +I really hope you +I really hope you +Didn't think it was gon' be +I hope you +[Chorus] +I hope you didn't think it was gon' be a fist fight, a fair fight +Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life +And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels +And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs +My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa +And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle +Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker +Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa +Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing +Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean +It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat +I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing +[Verse 1] +I'm tired of these motherfuckers, cut strings +I'm first string +Been saying more shit than the nurse seen since thirteen +Don't seem to get why you earthlings observe me +It irks me +The cleanest shit come dirt cheap +I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream +I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight +You know it's paradise when you see blurred lights +You on your third strike +[Bridge] +Talkin' to myself my homies call me crazy +Livin' by myself my mama say I'm lonely +Sleepin' by myself my bitches think I'm lyin' +Listening to myself cause I'm my favorite artist +Dependent on myself, the people call me mighty +Defending more than self, the people call me hero +I'm good within myself, the people say I'm humble +And I'm protecting myself trying to stay away from evil, Lord +[Verse 2] +Trapping way before they called it trapping +Pop a Xanny like a motherfucking Aspirin +Got a pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen +Got a Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh +Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock +Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac +The molly make these niggas think they killers +The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord +I was 15 in a new drop +Pulling up on the scene in the school house +Make a bad bitch cuss her dude out +Wait, I was 15 in a new house +Fucking right, bad bitch, nothing nice +And she something like my fucking wife +But now all we do is fucking fight +I feel like a young nigga can't do nothing right +But my money right, we alright, yeah +[Chorus] +Fist fight, a fair fight +Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life +And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels +And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs +My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa +And just like my girl love, I Keep it tight circle +Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker +Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa +Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing +Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean +It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat +I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing +[Outro] +I was trapping way before they called it trapping +Pop a Xanny like a fucking Aspirin +Pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen +Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh +Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock +The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac +The molly make these niggas think they killers +The molly give my trigger finger the jitters +It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers +It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers +It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the strippers +I do it for the cocaine whippers, yeah +Mula baby +TD on the beat +Mannie on the beat +Yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Money[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah +Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah +[Chorus] +Faded, I'm on that sizzurp +Then I'ma light my spliff up +I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups +On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up +I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up +Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up +No deer but a nigga got big bucks +Stayed down on my grind and I came up +[Verse 1] +Bitch I don't milly rock, I get the money +I got two bitches with me tryna jump me +Remember them old heads wouldn't front me +I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach +That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle +The things they dream about a nigga done done it +Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin' +Now I'm stickin' dick all in they stomach +Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna +No pussy in me but they know how I'm comin' +Drop a bag and he'll be dead in the morning +Headshots, I ain't sending no warnings +We don't shoot at houses, we hit a target +They know I'm throwed off, they see I'm a target +No back and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin' +I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin' +[Chorus] +Faded, I'm on that sizzurp +Then I'ma light my spliff up +I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups +On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up +I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up +Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up +No deer but a nigga got big bucks +Stayed down on my grind and I came up +[Verse 2] +Came up on them niggas, didn't it +Hundred racks on me, I'ma spend it +This ain't Lacoste, nigga this Givenchy +Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it +Free Lil Steve, screamin' fuck the system +Dog I ain't know that was your sister +If I knew I still woulda hit her +Goin' crazy on them niggas, woah +Got the streets in a figure four +Your baby mama got a deep throat +I ain't kiddin', I don't tell jokes +Who want beef, I want all the smoke +I'm ballin' on these niggas, check the score +Flexin' on the Gram with your bro +Your bitch told me everything I know +Diss me nigga, you gon' get exposed +[Chorus] +Faded, I'm on that sizzurp +Then I'ma light my spliff up +I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups +On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up +I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up +Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up +No deer but a nigga got big bucks +Stayed down on my grind and I came up +[Outro] +Came up, came up on them niggas +I got digits, I got commas, I got figures +We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs +We ain't goin' for that2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"You Are Not Alone[Intro] +Uh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, uh, uh, uh +[Verse] +You are not alone (Not alone) +Matter of fact, I'm in the other room (Other room) +I'm just watching you niggas with the scope (Yeah) +Got the drop on you niggas +At any given time, it could go down +You are not alone (Not alone) +Have niggas in your crib, when you not at home +I am not alone (Nah), I got hitters that you've never seen +You bitches better watch your tone +'Cause any given time, it could go down, down +If we talking drip, I got that shit that make you drown, drown +Everybody know that I'm the trendsetter, yeah, yeah +Past, present, future, no one do it better, no, nah, no, nah +You are not alone, no, no, no +Niggas leave them broke boys alone (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah) +Your nigga blowing up my phone (What what, what what, what) +He kinda cute too, you better get him +'Cause at any given time, it could down +We are not alone (Not alone) +His girl is in the other room (Other room) +But he's here with me and it's plain to see we got chemistry +But any given time, it could go down +All these black bottles of Patron +But the Henny got me feeling like Jill Scott on the microphone +Haters, please leave my life alone 'fore your life be gone +Any given time, it could go down, down +You are not alone, I'm always there like your shadow +Haters throwing shots, but ain't got enough ammo +I get low in these streets like a army fatigue Lambo +I camouflage well in this Valentino camo +I dismantle any competition to the coalition +What Big started, I'm 'bout to finish +You witness greatness every time I spit this +Like a judge, an overdue sentence +Haters, please leave my life alone +You should never compare diamonds to a rhinestone +I'm like Khaleesi on the Game of Thrones +Get under your skin and burn your flesh and bones +Haters, please leave my life alone +Please leave my life alone +Please leave my life alone +You are not alone, I am here with you +Though you always hate, all you do is make me great +Leave my life alone +Haters, please leave my life alone +Please leave my life alone" +"Hit ‘Em Wit’ Da Hee (Remix)[Intro: Lil Kim] +Missy (B.I.G.), uhh (hah hah) yeah I like dat +[Verse 1: Lil Kim] +Uhh, it's the Q to tha B to tha double E spittin' lovely +And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top +Where your bank stop?, I deposit all on one drop (hah) +Thank not, excuse me but uh I like to flow cause this +Joint knocks harder then Indica and +I be off the wall like The Lox +Night box filled with Benjamins (woo) +Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans +Makin' all you other rappers begin again +Like Finnegan +Christians repent then sin again (woo) +Girls wanna be my friend again +Lay up in my crib-o-wit', get up in my linens and +While 'Misdemeanor' hit notes like Sarafina +I subpeona you to my funk room, see +I hit you wit' da huhhh, she wit' you wit' da hee +[Verse 2: Missy] +You're not good enough to satisfy me (uh huh, can't satisfy me) +Even with yo cars and all the fly whips, I won't trip (uhh) +Cause I got many guys that wanna buy me (uh huh) +French cuts for my wrists to keep me hooked smooth out and dip +I keep hittin' +[Chorus:] +I hit 'em wit' da hee (I hit 'em wit' da hee) +Hit 'em wit' da hee, hey yeah +I hit 'em wit' da haa +This ones for you and me (Uh-huh) +This for you and me +Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) +Yeah-hah-ah yeah yeah yeah +[Verse 3: Missy] +Just cause you cash a check and put it in the bank (uh-huh) +That don't make me want to go out +And sleep with you (nah, nah, nah) +I got my own ride and gas in the tank, uh-huh +Thanks, but no thanks, I won't be needin' you +I hit 'em wit' da (I hit em wit' da, ugh) +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +I hit 'em wit' da hee (I hit 'em wit' da hee) +Hit em wit da, yeah yeah +Hit 'em wit' da hee +I hit 'em wit' da haa +This ones for you and me +(For you and me, for you and me) +This for you and me +Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) +[Verse 4: Mocha] +Uh, yo, uh, yo, it be me, M-O, on the M-I-C (Uh-huh) +Reppin' N.Y.C. (Yeah), the true V.I.P (Uh-huh) +And I can't see nobody who can come this real (Uh-huh) +Get it done this real (Mhm), gettin' love this real (Ooh) +And niggas love this feel, gimme a Dutch to peel +Mocha (Uh-huh) takin' over, 'cause I'm so ill (Ooh) +Y'all used to talkin' shit, now they witnessin' it (Now, uh-huh) +And while I'm spittin' like this, check what I'm hittin' 'em wit' (Ugh) +[Bridge: Missy Elliott] +Hee, (Uh-huh) haa (Hee) +Hee, (Uh-huh) haa (Hee) +Hee (Uh-huh), haa +Hit 'em wit' da tha hee, hit 'em wit' da hee-e-e, yeah yeah +Hee, haa (Hee, uh-huh) +Hee, haa +Hee, haa (Hee-ee-ee) +Hee-ee-ee +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +I hit 'em wit' da hee +(Say what, hit me more time) +[Hit 'em wit' da hee] +I hit 'em wit' da haa (This for you and me) +[This one's for you and me] +(This for you and me, this for you and me) +This for you and me +Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) +[Beat Changes] +[Interlude: Timbaland] +Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat +Sometimes I don't, uh huh uh uh +Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet +Sometimes I won't, wha uh huh +Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat +Sometimes I don't, uh uh uh uh +Sometimes we make you move ya feet +Sometimes we don't (yo yo yo yo) +Misdemeanor +[Verse 5: Missy Elliott] +I'm comin' around the corner corner +You think you tough, well let me see what you wanna wanna +Cause on the mic I get it hot like Daytona, don't I? +I get the party jumpin' from 5 in the mornin' +You wanna bumble wit' da Bee then let me see call her +You wanna be a big balla, big spendaholic +I get the feeling that you tryin' to impress me +One two one three, hit you wit' da hee +Hee hee hee hee hee hee +[Outro: Timbaland] +Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat +Sometimes I don't, wha uh huh +Sometimes we feel like movin' my feet +Sometimes we won't, uh uh uh uh +Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat +Sometimes I don't, uh uh uh uh +Sometimes we make you move ya feet +Sometimes we won't wha +Uh huh, yeah uh huh" +"U Wanna Be[Intro: Inspectah Deck] +There comes a time when you'll be stripped of your stripes +Take away the accolades, and look yourself in the face, you know +No lactose, just a reality dose +We keep it true, yeah, yo +[Hook: Inspectah Deck] +You wanna be large, you wanna be hard +You wanna be God, you're not quite +You wanna be thugs, you wanna be Bloods +You wanna be loved, is that right? +You wanna be friends, you wanna be him +You wanna be them, you act like +You wanna be live, you wanna be fly +You wanna be high, I gotta be me +[Inspectah Deck] +Born July 6th, 3:23 +With a finger for the world up in front of me +Had the gall, had a ball, but ain't have shit +Played the hall, played some ball, average black kid +With a passion to live and see the lands +Without sacrificin' my soul or meet demands +I strive for what I live for, me and my Clan +And searched for provocative plans to feed the Fam +This is no act or mirage, never rocked a corsage +Spanned the globe on roam, nobody God +See everybody's a thug, everybody sold drugs +Everybody rocked an ice cold mug +Most killas I know, is either six feet below +Or lost in the system, doin' years in the hole +It's the changin' of the God, witness the move +But your feet not big enough to fit in my shoes, nigga +[Hook] +[Inspectah Deck] +Far from the inventor, like Notorious said +But I'm quick to pull my sword and it's off with your head +I never was a dick rider, you never see me try to +Be like that dude, soft, plus, he wack too +Put the money on wood, make it all good +Then make arrangements, I'm bringin' my hood +Pushin' four wheel motion with the sounds and tints +In suspense, ya'll snake eyes bounce off the tents +See, they rent cars and jewels to fool you +In the video, actin' like, that's how they really flow +But only a low percentage know +Only five every hundred make dough, they say so +Oh, you got a rollie plus a six point o +But no, you're not authentic, you're just for show +Lookin' for the next free ride to latch on +In the short amount of time, watch the world catch on that +[Hook] +[Inspectah Deck] +And that's who I be +Money back guarantee, if it's not quality +This here's official, if not, I wouldn't hit you +I gotta be true, I take offense to the issue +Not your typical rituals I chant +Givin' the chance, watch it rain like an Indian dance +State it like Abe, at Gettysburg, bet he's heard +Through galaxies, aliens stuck on every word +Livin' legend, veteran known to set trend +Flex powers on the mic, like the X-Men +Destined to hit the hall of fame, quick +But ya'll kick the same lame shit +Kick 'em in the groin, for playin' both sides of the coin +Now who will be the next click you join +I stand on my own two feet, truly unique +That's the difference between you and me, you wanna be +[Hook 2X]" +"We Don’t Care (Reprise)[Answering Machine] +""...394 is not available. At the tone, please re- +Please enter your password +You have no unheard messages. First skipped message."" +[Girl] +""Hi-"" +[Answering Machine] +""Message skipped. Next message."" +[Guy] +(Jesus Walks playing in background) +""Hey, what up, this is-"" +[Answering Machine] +""Message skipped. Next message."" +[Woman] +""Um, I just wanna know why, um, my food stamps have not come as of yet, and um... +In addition to the food stamps, uh, the cheese and butter was, uh, supposedly or more specifically was to be delivered to me for the holidays, and um... +If you could check in the damned there items and get back with me, it would be most greatly, preciously, hospitably appreciated +Talk to you later, bye."" +(Music/Violin Starts) +[Answering Machine] +""End of message. To er-"" +""Message erased. Next message."" +[Hook] +Drug dealin' just to get by +Stack ya' money 'til it get sky high +We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25 +Joke's on you, we still alive +Throw your hands up in the sky and say: +""We don't care what people say"" +[Kanye's cousin Kim] +""Hey Kanye, this is your cousin Kim +I just wanted to call ya and congratulate you on this CD, it's hot! +Especially that song “Drug Dealer” +You know, I've been a social worker for 10 years +I've been paying people's lights, rents, mortgage +You talkin' 'bout people paying shine on $6.55 an hour; +People can't pay their rent for $6.55 an hour +So, it just... It's just really difficult to truly understand what these people are going through +You know, and people are human +They wanna look good, they wanna take pride at how they look, they wanna take pride at what they do +The other part that really hit home for me is that people borrow other people's kids and put it on their income tax +A lot of times, what they're doing with that money is finding another place to live because the place that they live in +The toilet's overflowing or the roof is caving in and the landlord doesn't care- Landlord doesn't care enough to come in and fix those things and make sure that the people have a safe environment to live in +So, they borrow somebody else's kid, so that maybe they can get a car so they can get back and forth to work, 'cause you know, in the hood, the best paying job ain't always next to yo house, it's not within walking distance. ('til it get sky high) +So you have to take 20 buses to get back and forth; +You have to spend a lot more money than what you have just on transportation, then you get paid on the job +So, maybe they might buy a car, maybe they might buy shoes for their kids.... You know, and the drug dealing is just supplementary of all of that, I mean like I said, I don't condone it, but I definitely got hugs for my thugs, you know +Tryna' get out there makin' and the only thing that I can ask is once they stack the money 'til it get sky high is that they try to do something positive with it... +That they try to send their kids to school... +That they try to make a difference."" +[Answering Machine] +""Next message.""" +"ANY WAYThey think they play me, they playing themselves +Giving them hell like I’m back from the dead +She give me brain like she back from the dead +Come get your girl man she stuck in my bed +You can finesse or you can be finessed +Get off them pills and start taking your meds +You loosing your mind +Squealing and snitching you loosing your spine +Sleeping and snoring you loosing your grind +Talking to you man I’m wasting my time +So let me recoup +If I must die bury me in a coupe +Fuck all the leaders I’m planning a coup +I got the juice got the soup got the ooo +I got the juice got the sauce got the proof +I laugh you goofs +I look at your goons +I laugh at your goons +Oh wait +You never know? +African leaders corrupt and they slow +Shine like some diamonds Hey woah +Diamonds lockdown in Sierra Leone +Pull up and woah +Hey +Yeah +Maybe I will +Maybe I won’t +Sometimes I want +Sometimes I don’t +Yeah +I’m back at it +Get back to my flows +Like a drug addict +Throw the bones to the dogs +And they jump at it +Got a Maserati coupe? +Best be whipping it +Talking bout a new coupe +Man you ain’t got it +And I be on my own +Avoid see finish +And my flow infectious +E pass syphilis +And I’m coming hot hot +You can’t deal with this +And when I come with the flame +You gats feel the heat +When the jam play finish +You gats hit repeat +You gotta go a lil slow +To cum fast with me +Say you the king of the game +I can’t bend a knee +Trynna find the main source of my symphony +And when I speak man +You know I speak with empathy +Tell all these niggas they can’t play with me +Tell these lil niggas they can’t play with me +Cause I keep it one hundred +Like a century +Yeah +Cause I keep it one hundred +Like a century +Tell me what's the way? +She say she gon love me anyway +Wake up in the morning +Then I pray +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay +She said she gon love me anyway +Wake up in the morning +Then I pray +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay" +PureLyrics From Snippet +"Broke Up[Intro: Yung Berg] +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches +Hierarchy +[Chorus: Yung Berg] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +Broke up with all my bitches +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh) +[Verse 1: Jason Derulo] +Since you know I'm rich (rich) +You know she wanna date me (date me) +Fucked her in L.A. (A) +That's California-cation ('cation) +Give a fuck what you thought (thought) +So many cars and so many gold (gold) +I fucked up a lot (lot) +Broke up, my fault, remember the code (code) +[Refrain: Jason Derulo] +Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah +Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah +It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah +I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no +[Chorus: Yung Berg] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +Broke up with all my bitches +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm Weezy baby, no hard labor +I beat it up, I throw haymakers +And I ain't tryna be a heartbreaker +And that's word to the pacemakers +I'll shake her off like a salt shaker +If she ain't tryna be a team player +We could watch what we had go up in flames +That's cremation +I'm bein' patient when we embracin' +We just kick it 'til my knee in braces +But I close my eyes and start seein' faces +Of all the bitches that she replacin' +And my old hoes will be elated +To have the chance to be reinstated +And these new hoes will be elated +To have the chance to be my latest, and that's real +[Refrain: Jason Derulo & Lil Wayne] +Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah (Tunechi) +Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah (Mula, baby!) +It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah +I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (all these, fuck these hoes) +[Chorus: Yung Berg & Lil Wayne] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +Man, fuck these hoes +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +Fuck these hoes +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +Fuck these hoes +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +I just fucked these hoes +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I just fucked these hoes +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +I just fucked these hoes +Broke up with all my bitches +I just fucked these hoes +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh) +[Verse 3: Rick Ross] +Uh, uh, send sexy pics to my phone, big daddy wish he was home (that's right) +Bubbles in my jacuzzis (that's right) just like we did out in Rome (that's right) +Took her shoppin' for Loub' (that's right), said the Berkin was better (that's right) +Suitcases full of black dollars (that's right), you know I'm workin' for cheddar (that's right) +Versace shoes and the robes (that's right), and fuck the expensive clothes (that's right) +When she lay on her back (that's right), I try to suck out her soul (that's right) +Make her shakin' and shiver (that's right), all these wonderful trembles (that's right) +Oh no, I can't be your man (oh, no), I'm just that one to remember (that's right) +We had a hell of a time (that's right), you left in time just for church (that's right) +Pray that you please say a prayer (that's right) for all my dawgs who do dirt (amen) +Hit my phone if you need me (that's right), I'm at the drop of a needle (that's right) +Hatin' on your G-Wagon (that's right), tell 'em you just copped the sequel, that's right +Roll with a boss (that's right), Jason Dinero (that's right) +We took a stroll through the mall and she got the set of stilettos +I got 'em +[Refrain: Jason Derulo & Rick Ross] +Yeah! (M-M-M, that's right) +But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah +(M-M) +Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah +(Maybach Music) +It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah +I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (M-M-M) +[Chorus: Yung Berg] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +Broke up with all my bitches +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Camaro[Hook:K.T.] +Stacks in my pocket,got the heater on deck +Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo +My hat to the front, got my seat laid back +Every block i hit i make the whole hood act +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I wake up call my nigga blake roll me up a blunt +Jump in my camaro hit the hood and stunt +Hat to the front gat on my lap +Ain worried bout a thang +20 grand up in my pocket in my city im the mane +Everybody love that yellow thang wit the rims to match +Should've saw them niggas eyes when i jumped the fuckin track +Yellow polo im so fresh bigboi in that ss +Forty Glock in the vest no need to stress ain convicted +But my black ss the sickest real shit this ain no lie +Hustle hard and grind so i buy cars two at a time +Throwin twenties out the window to the kids on the block +Everybody see me take pictures and jock +Bad bitches follow me beggin to swallow me +Big money big crib big diamond watch up on the steering wheel +Police give me thumbs up at you like you cuttin up +My car could fuck her plus imma superstar bruh +[Hook:K.T] +Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck +Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo +My hat to the front, got my seat laid back +Every block i hit i make the whole hood act +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo +[verse 2: Lil Boosie] +Pocket full of money with my oakland A's hat +Throwback to match hat to the front like tacori hatch +Camaro shit i started that +Night time it light up in the inside that's when im loaded +I let my bitch drive +Got money so i be like fuck it +I drive it like a cutlass 2seater but i ride 4 like its a bucket +Im really thuggin +People takin pictures wit they camera phone +Dont think im all that but i know im on +Whole clic i-phone seat laid back +People like there go lil hatch..... +Chill out right now we shinnin people call that bitch a bumble bee +My black thang is batman makin them stacks man +You can hate it but watch yo ole lady come after me +Police won't capture me +Nigga please im gettin g's from baton rouge to overseas +You know imma star outfit match my car +Ghost behind me in that white thang grippin that forty tight mane +[hook: K.T] +Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck +Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro,blowin on that mojo +My hat to the front, got my seat laid back +Every block i hit i make the whole hood act +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Look In My LifeTake a good look in my life +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Gangstas and Pimps[Intro: Mannie Fresh] +Ladies and gentlemen +This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch +I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother +And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm +That just burn baby, burn baby, burn +Pop open a malt liquor +Smoke something until your scalp gets killed +[Hook x2: Jazze Pha] +Gangstas and pimps +Love lobsters and shrimps +Kool-Aid and chicken +Flashy things and women +All I need +Is Remy and weed +Somebody not afraid +To co-sign for my Escalade +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm just pimping baby you got a rule for me +Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me +Hey you gotta get high and go low for me +It's Cash Money young money never know money +It's 500 Degreez it's not four buddy +And the dro got me so scummy +And to drum hole a whole hundred +Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy +Hehe, man Weezy's a legend +You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel +And he be on a level that's so terrific +I'm in this bitch hold your pictures +And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me +Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me +And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it +This is game at its finest homie +Peep it +[Hook: Jazze Pha] +[Verse 2: Baby (Lil Wayne)] +See I was born from a gangsta, pa gave me a whip +Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents +One of a kind Birdman I shine +22's on it? The bitch ain't mine +I taught her the game ma, I gave it all to her +Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him +(The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna) +Mannie Fresh, Jazze Phezzy this our summer +500 Degreez got rich off the four +Cadillac slant back cut side elbow +Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho +Flash from hard times from that coke and dope +Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks +We eat lobster and shrimp, nigga park that Lambo +I'm a V.I.P. nigga, pop bottles of Mo +I pray that one day I'll open a better door +[Hook: Jazze Pha] +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Ain't no mountain high enough +To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff +And the Eastside where we pump +It's my part of New Orleans +Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans +Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe +Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho +All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho +It's big pimping over here man yeah man +If she looking for a daddy see the lil man +Weezy Baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby +Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby +Slick when I spit shit right +26-inch got a deep-dish ma +Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by +Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly +Weezy I, hell yeah +And I'm rolling with them +[Hook x2: Jazze Pha]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Track Life Forever[Intro] +Merry Christmas nigga, hah +This for the hood right here, baby +Straight up +Yeah +Free Wild Thing, nigga, yeah +(Ant life forever, ever) +God Pierce Street, nigga, Roosevelt +(Track life forever, ever) +This the project I bang, look +[Verse 1] +I drive to school with a Taurus-9 (Stop playin'), bitch, I'm out here +They play me, they blind you +Somebody find you, my niggas out here (We out here) +Sell my dope in the back of the projects, nigga, that's Boosie spot +Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house +Where they keep them toolies out +Track life, fear nobody, track life +Get your money, track life +Catch you a body, track life +It's 'bout money, we with it +We can't get it, we steal it +Rob that nigga, cut him down +This for Dunk and D-Picture +[Chorus] +Track life forever, ever (What?) +(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang) +Ant life forever, ever (Ten or four, nigga) +(Untamed, close range, they gon' die on my name) +[Verse 2] +Strapped with that thirty, that boy was dirty (Dirty) +(What I did?), yeah, that boy was 30 +No, that wasn't curvin' (No) +No, we ain't worried (No) +'Cause we love swingin' on niggas +Track life forever and ever and ever (And ever) +Rest in peace Lil Bleek +Got your face up on my chain, wrote your name in the street +Free the gang, Deebo Billy, and my cousin Lil G +I'll up on one of you bitches like G (Free G) +[Chorus] +Track life forever, ever (Free Tony Sneed) +(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang) +Ant life forever, ever (I'm out the bottom but I'm finna pull up the trenches, nigga +It's a lil' bloody in here) +[Outro] +Me and Ruger in the bushes, ho, you push us, it's a bloodbath (Me and Ruger) +Me and Ruger in the bushes, ho, you push us, it's a bloodbath (Me and Ruger) +(Four shit, no ho shit) +That life forever, ever +(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang +Untamed, close range, they gon' die on my name)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"We Celebrate[Intro: Kid Capri] +Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip-hop, baby +Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip-hop, baby, whoa +Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid Capri +Let's celebrate New York, around the world +And yo, Ghostface, go in heavy, man, let's do it! +[Hook 1: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my squad won the Super Bowl +(I just want to celebrate) +Like we bangin' on New Years Eve, y'all +(I just want to celebrate) +Like we just beat trial +(I just want to celebrate) +We hype for just being here +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million +The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling +Four maids with four grenades +When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower the walls for shade +The pool's a pain in the ass, 50 grand on Windex, kid +They keep it clean, the whole bottom is glass +So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas +That's my neighbor, the faggot disresepecting my mama +No cars in the garage, it's underground shit +They way the floor open up you think I'm hiding spaceships +French chefs, the best grapes on they breath +Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest +Besides, I got birds that never leave the nest +They fuck with me, I'll watch 'em confess, then I'll go rest +Get back up, deposit them checks +Muthafuckas fuckin' up a good time by snappin' your necks +[Hook 2: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my baby's first steps, you heard? +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my first time platinum, y'all +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my first piece of nookie, uhh +(I just want to celebrate) +We hype for just being here +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah + (Cocoa Channelle)] +Money for everybody, candy to the kids +Catch me on dateline, Starky too big +I'm like a mannequin; I stay jig +Mansion parties for all star weekend in my L.A. crib +We came to party, run out of Goose we got Dollies +Shorty's sweatin' me, check out her body +Throw up your hands like it's your birthday, mami +Let's celebrate, now I got her girlfriends behind me +Now I'm in the middle, watch is all chiseled +I can holla at the birds, like Dr. Dolittle +(What's that in your pocket, Ghost?) A Dill pickle +(Not that) Oh, that's the .45 stainless nickel +I'm pullin' a green, got a G for the biggest ass on the floor who look right in them jeans +If you fat, I might take one for the team +But I gotta get drunk first, know what I mean? Come on! +[Hook 3: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Like we won the Power Ball money +(I just want to celebrate) +Tony Starks won an Oscar, y'all +(I just want to celebrate) +Like all of my goons just came home +(I just want to celebrate) +We 'bout to have a good year +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah + (Cocoa Channelle)] +Na-na-na-na-nah, you can't catch me +I'm out like Thomas in a five-fifty +Police be fiending to frisk me +I'm so legit I walk away with the car keys pissy +Back at the labo, shorty wop need a Dutch +He fuckin' wit a Goose dick, tonight I'ma beat it up +Your thing to wet, you sure you ain't seeded up? +(That's how I get, Ghost, especially when you eat it up) +My goodness gracious, ass is flirtatious +Move it around like a snake miss or sexy waitress +Ghost don't have no patience +I like you, I usually change chicks like radio stations +I'm definitely not looking for love +But if you give it to me right now I might say I was +You can chill if you want, I got crazy bud +But before we do, what it do, go jump in the tub; come on! +[Hook 4: Trife Da God + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Throw your hands up, nigga +(I just want to celebrate) +Pop the 'pagne, pop the cork +(I just want to celebrate) +Representin' on the streets of New York +(I just want to celebrate) +{Ghostface} We 'bout to have a good year +[Outro: Kid Capri] +Yeah, we gets it in, gets it in, gets it in +New York, we been had it, we gets it in +Outta town we fuckin' up but gets it in +Worldwide we doin', we gets it in +The Ghostface, Kid Capri, I gets it in +That's no joke, when we here, we get it in +No kiddin', in the building +Getting it in, all day, getting it in..." +"Right With Me*Lyrics from Latest Snippet (August 2020) +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +Even I know +You decide your own way +Keep my eyes on 'em +Uzi died on my way +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +Even I know +You decide your own way +Keep my eyes on 'em +Uzi died on my way +[Chorus] +I just do your girl, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +She's gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +Smokin' high with me, yeah +She gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright (v2 Ball as high as me) +[Verse 2] +Billy drum got that dough +Billy drum got that dough +Listen up,oh man,all I really want +Oh man,all I really want +Count that dough, Billy drum +Count that dough, listen up +Oh man,all I really want +Oh man,all I really want +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam +[Chorus] +I just do your girl, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +She's gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +Smokin' high with me, yeah +She gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright (v2 Ball as high as me)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Admit It[Chorus: SNL] +I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap +With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back +Got something for them niggas that react +I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Woah +She say, ""I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute +I saw some pictures of you boo'd up, it looks like you're starting to like 'em skinny"" +I say ""Girl, you a trip,"" she say ""I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin'"" +She say ""Watch these hoes, 'cause they leeches like Robin"" I say, ""No, Robin Givens"" +She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped, I know she feel it +It's crazy out here, I'm just protecting myself, you know I'm winnin' +She say ""I get it, and if anything was to happen to you, I'd be livid"" +""You ain't gotta worry 'bout that, I'll kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit"" +Come up missing, think they caught a big fish 'til his body come up drippin' +I treat her legs like like a grand opening, smiling while I cut the ribbon +I took a pill, she took a pill, we was chilling, 20 minutes, now we feel it +She say ""I know you probably hear this shit a lot, but you the shit in my opinion"" +I said, ""It never gets old, thought I'd never say never, but I did it +She say ""Who you kidding, boy? You like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"" +I admit it, big booty, big titties; I admit it +[Chorusk: SNL] +I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap +With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back +Got something for them niggas that react +I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +I like my girls BBW +The type that wanna suck you dry +Then eat some lunch with you +She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too +Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable +[Bridge: SNL & Lil Wayne] +Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute +Saw a flick of you boo'd up, boy, you never liked em skinny +You tell me I'm a trip, well, I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin' +I'm just sayin' +Boy, this here will keep you warm at night +Feed you good before you catch a flight +Stop actin' like you ain't got no type +Who you kiddin'? +I admit it, I admit it +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +But I got these guns on me right now +I got these drugs on me right now +I got the Feds on me right now +I got two buyers, want it right now +She took her clothes off and I stopped +Looked at my watch, like ""Fuck it, why not?"" +Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out +Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord +She say, ""I know you thought that you was about to get a quick fix, hit it, quit it +But you know you ain't been with a good, thick bitch in a minute"" +I say, ""You ain’t never lying; thought I’d never say never, but I did it"" +She said ""Speaking of a line, are you finished? All we need is a witness"" +""Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'"" +She said, ""Who you kidding, boy? you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"" +I admit it, I like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties; I admit it +[Chorus: SNL] +I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap +With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back +Got something for them niggas that react +I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +I like my girls BBW +The type that wanna suck you dry +Then eat some lunch with you +She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too +Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"President Carter Speaks[Spoken Intro: Lil Wayne] +Look here, listen man, listen man +Good morning, New York +My name is Weezy F Baby, I am the president, and um... +Is this thing on? Testing... +Um.. today I come to talk to you about, a very serious situation... +It's this bitch I know, and uh, and she, uh, ya know +She's not your ordinary bitch, ya know? +You could smell the swagger off of the bitch, breh, you know what I mean? +You know, I personally don't think, you know, um... +Any you other bitches could fuck with her, you know what I mean? +And no, don't take that shit to heart, uh, take it to your pussy +You know what I mean? Cause she gon' take it to your necks +And uh, who I'm talkin' bout? +I'm talkin' bout Nicki Minaj, nigga, yeah, the Mistress +Yo, they be like, ""Why she call herself the Mistress?"" +I be like, ""I don't know"" +And they be like, ""I don't know, why she call herself Nicki Lewinsky?"" +And I be like, ""I don't know,"" +And they be like, ""Why you call yourself the President?"" +And, ehh.. fuck y'all +Young Mulah, baby! Dirty Money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Twilight (The Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson EP)[Interlude] +Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse? +Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong +Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong? +Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes +There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone +Depression got people starvin' all over the country +Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit +All of that is wrong +Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that +Bumpy Johnson: But? +Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you +You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet +You're nice to people, you-you think about things +And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed +Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it? +[Verse 1: Prodigy] +Yeah +When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets +The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps +Come out to play with they hats pulled down +And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows +Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness +'Bout to go down three at night +Night shift workers come home they walk fast +Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad +The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight +E&J inside a hot chamomile tea +Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin +It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin' +There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke +The narcs makin' movies +They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in +[Chorus: Prodigy] +The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark +Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark +We post up in the blackness of the shadows +Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel +Where police enter at they own risk +If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks +Most bodies get caught at night +You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight +[Verse 2: Prodigy] +It's 2012 and drugs still movin' +The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs +C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine +Some say the game over, they must be blind +Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night +With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers +You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off +Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered +You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker +You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out +And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn +It's nothin' like the movies +We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner +[Chorus: Prodigy] +The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark +Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark +We post up in the blackness of the shadows +Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel +Where police enter at they own risk +If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks +Most bodies get caught at night +You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight +[Verse 3: Havoc] +Yeah and this is right up my alley, P +Likewise, won't let a nigga straddle me +Pull up the cavalry, the salary is runnin' low +[?] at his throat, now tell me what I wanna know +I need addresses, how to access it +You know it's somethin' if you got that nigga Hav stressin' +Your mans know I got him stockin' up on mad vestes +I been down this road so this my last ditch effort +No homo, everybody get naked +Play hero, I spin you like a hit record +My goons bipolar, eyes over shoulder, and, how ironic, more gruesome when I'm sober +Nocturnal, won't rest 'til I learn you +Taste pussy, got a bitch in your guy circle +I send shots at your cop Colonel +Talkin' all that fly shit that's what it'll earn you +[Chorus: Prodigy] +The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark +Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark +We post up in the blackness of the shadows +Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel +Where police enter at they own risk +If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks +Most bodies get caught at night +You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Release Yo’ Delf (New Blood Mix)[Intro: Method Man] +Keep it movin' +Keep it movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', and keep it movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', and keep it movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', and keep it movin' +Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it mov-, huh +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', and keep it movin' +Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it, mov-, huh +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Check it, I'm the fucking man — who could match it +Noticed that other niggas' rap styles is bogus +Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo +Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation +Inside ya, 'cause I be that hell sure provider +Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure +Niggas need to test they freaking scripture +For the sickness that be spreading with the quicknеss +[Bridge: Method Man & Blue Raspberry] +Oh ... oh +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', wе keep it movin' +[Verse 2: Method Man] +Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy +Penalty, then I drink 40s to they memories +Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity +Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity +I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you frontin' +On any man down with the Clan, I be comin' +For the headpiece, you can't cope +For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother +[Bridge: Method Man] +Check it, I'm the fucking man who they mention +Check it, I'm the fucking man +Check it +[Chorus: Method Man] +What's that rhythm, what's that sound? +Party people getting down +What's that rhythm, what's that sound? +Party people getting down +What's that rhythm, what's that sound? +What's that rhythm, what's that sound? +What's that rhythm, what's that sound? +Party people getting down +[Bridge: Method Man] +(Bombaclaat) +Uh, huh, uh, huh +(Bombaclaat) +Uh, huh +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat +My peoples are you with me, where you at? +Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick +Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick +It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor +That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more +What is it? Niggas think they bigger +Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit +They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it +Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic +[Outro: Method Man & Blue Raspberry] +Oh ... oh +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', we keep it movin' +Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' +Uh, huh +Oh..." +"The Wild (Intro)[Intro] +Yeah, back at it, right? +In rap mode again +Ill wild dimension where +We do this to the maximum skill level +That literature gotta light shit up +The Wild...The Wild right, the jungle with no rules +We run this forest bitch, we live by the water +We eat the fruits nigga and we speak the prophets that empowers strong prophecies +King Lex... +This album is dedicated to the honorable Mel Carter +Rest in Palaces, kid... The Wild +That's what it is +We're tryna take all the fly shit +Play like this..." +"The Life of Pablo Studio Notepad2 Chainz +[Zoe Kravitz] +Cudder (Kid Cudi) +[Cons(equence)] +Doug E. Fresh +[Kelly Price] +[Lil Uzi Vert] +[Young Metro 3x (Metro Boomin)] +Cyhi The God (Cyhi The Prynce) +Big Boy +Young Lord VLONE +Ricky A. +[?] +Bu +EEMA +Dion Watkins +Puff Daddy +A-Trak +Teyana Taylor +World Famous (Tony Williams) +A$AP Flacko Jodye (A$AP Rocky) +David Moses +Da Vinci World Group +El DeBarge +The-Dream +Richie Akiva +Travi$ (Scott) +Chance (The Rapper) +Minister Bentley (Fonzworth Bentley) +To God MC [?] +Vic Mensa +Elon... (Elon Rutberg) +KoKo (Khloé Kardashian) +Sox +TK +Kirk Franklin +Mr. Sandifer (Sakiya Sandifer) +Federico Spadoni +Swizz (Beatz) +Malik Yusef +Earl (Sweatshirt) +Bibi Bourelly +DJ Dodger Stadium +Kourtney Kardashian +Kim (Kardashian) +Gee Roberson +Kyle J. Ross +C. Heat +Andre 3000 +Kylie (Jenner) +Vanessa Beecroft +T Mills +AG +Vicious +A. Dawson +Joey G +Tyler (, the Creator) +Mike Dean +Plain Pat +Noah G (Noah Goldstein) +Kilhoffer (Anthony Kilhoffer)" +"Journey[Verse 1: U-God] +When it comes to this rap shit, not a stranger +Not Cedric, but I’m a Entertainer +Game changer, none can match it +I’m a Master, I throw on the green jacket +Takes practice, just to blaze mics +I’m in the best shape of my life +In fights with God vs. Devil +I’mma beat them charges, I’m the hardest rebel +I’m beyond your level, I’m stone and grit +Sit back, let me Quincy Jones this shit +Blown to bits, this is my territory +My biography’s an amazing story +Of blood and streets, love and deceit +Slugs and heat, let the dog off the leash +I’m a free MC, not DMC +No contracts, contact TMZ +[Hook: U-God] +Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) +I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) +Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) +I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town) +[Verse 2: Kool Keith] +Tour bus, Orca, big shark walker +Man with the ammo, ya’ll bring the grand piano +Fitted hat on, superfly, walk around +Shoot around your town like Hawaii Five-Oh +Oprah come out your projects, I’m down with The Sopranos +While I’m stealin’ em, head so big like balloon helium +Guns with body suits, energize off poets +See the king of kings, I manage Floyd Mayweather now +Come up to the condeminium +And shake hands with the new millennium +Larry and Armstrong insurance, me and U-God +Any rapper come up, better speak to the doorman +Throwing rice on the city, out the Carolina box +Captain hat, finger popping your lady with the Air Nike shots +Heavyweight, dumped around my waist, I took it years ago from John Tate +[Hook] +[Verse 3: U-God] +Rap hall of fame, ya’ll mention me +Got more bars then a penetentiary +In the next century, you gonna see my spark +My rap IQ is right off the charts +Go and front, go ahead plot +You got the biggest gun don’t mean you can’t get shot +Check my slot, check my melody +You can’t beat me, I’m the champ of this melody +Speaking felonies, that’s where I’m drivin +Golden Arms venom, baggy jeans denim +Enemies, yo, I dodge for a living +And all these women, gotta stay ahead of ya +Ya’ll want ballers, the hell with the regular +Yeah, yeah, whatever, kid, gotta keep your head sharp +Mind on the run, ya’ll got a head start +Ya’ll know the repertoire, fingers on the triggers +We the toughest niggas in the yard +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Be Like Water (inspired by the ESPN 30for30 ”Be Water”)[Intro: Bruce Lee] +Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water +[Verse 1] +Boundless, yet when it's surrounded, it appears to be bounded +It takes the shape of that which bounded it +Then imprints it's old shape and before it evaporates and move on +Leaving a new landscape behind it +So we're reminded +Be like water, don't be bonded +Sometimes we gotta dig deep into our inner selves +Our own hurt to find it +Intercept the fist, Jeet-Kune-Do +Fluid movements, even flow +Even though, that it sounds like a lethal blow +We should know what it simply means to simplify +To re-simplify the best version of yourself +In light then, synthesize all days into one +We all one, under the same sun +So why you gotta fight against him and he gotta fight against Dun? +Be like water, water crosses over every border +From the mud of the Yangtze River to the sand beaches of Florida +My mental caught up +Turn my brain storm into a rain storm +You know if it's uninspired then, here's the new Wu-Tang song +[Refrain] +(Be like water) +(Be like water) +[Interlude] +""Hollywood begins to realize what it is he actually has to offer +There was more to Bruce Lee than they'd originally imagined +Bruce comes on to the screen, he ignites it +His very presence on screen is a protest +[Refrain] +(Be like water) +(Be like water) +[Verse 2] +Adaptations to situations +Before evaporating back to vapor +Then return back through precipitation +Cascading and pervading, existing as a mist +The one-inch punch is being drawn from the formless +I use that same Chi style to perform this +To understand the fury inside of Bruce Lee's fist +Be like water (Water, water, water) +[Outro] +Be like water +Be like water +Be like water (Water, water, water)" +"Shake thatI see you got low +And you got plenty more to show, go +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure +Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it +How the booty shake +Show you how to shake it +See the booty shake +See the booty shake +Like an earthquake +There is no escape +When I shake it in your face +Now don't you wanna tape +A booty shakin' on your tape? +So show it to your boys and +See the look on all they face +I move it to the left +Move it to the right +Double time, double time, all right +Show 'em what they like +Look at it, look at it +Slow motion, freeze +Stop for the camera +Paparazzi wanna see +Cheese +Hello, hey how you doin'? +I shake it like this +Now let me see if you can do it +Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one +Shake, shake, shake, shake +They faces all stunned +If you got it, got it, got it +Then move if kinda fast +If the boys all dance +While they tryna make a pass +Whistle while you work +Go 'head do your dirt +Even if you like to flirt +Lift up your skirts +Then turn 'em out +One leg girl +Go 'head shake it out +I see you got low +And you got plenty more to show, go +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure +Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it +Show you how to shake it +Show you how to shake it +Let you see the booty shakin' +Now when I walk through the the door, door +Step aside, side +With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize +Do milkshake go with that shake? +It sure do baby +Do milkshake go with that shake? +Uh huh +Now first you bend over +Put your hands on your hips +Then you make a stank face +Then go on and let it whip +Whip it like moms +Witcha witcha back then +Then catch your breaf and then start it up again +One minute, two minute, three minute stop +Erybody drop like their have from the cops +Ayyo, there will be no fights +Though got a club, we ain't turnin' on the lights +Sally got a big old donkey +Oh yeah +And Missy got a big old donkey +Oh yeah +I see you got low +And you got plenty more to show, go +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure +Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it +How the booty shake +Show you how to shake it +Let you see the booty shake +See I was sitting in the lounge +With my tight skirt on +And like a 3-D movie +He was watchin' the thong +All up in my grill +So he asked could he tag it +Two-timing from an ish like maggots +He tryin' to spit the game +What he had to say +Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce? +OK lil' boy want to boost my esteem +I said you need a rehab +'Cause you look like a fiend +Don't want to start a scene +I ain't tryin' to be mean +And even if you spend your green +You ain't get in between +'Cause this here queen +Keep on looking for clean +And like a diamond ring bling +See who wants get the wet dream +I see you got low +And you got plenty more to show, go +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom +Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure +Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it +How the booty shakin' +Show you how to shake it +Let you see the booty shakin'" +"Bitch I Been Flexing (Coupe)[Intro: Lil Pump & FendiFurCoat] +Grraah! +I done just hopped out my coupe +Grraah, grraah, grraah +I done just hopped out my coupe +Grraah, grraah, grraah, skrrt (skrrt) +I done just hopped out my coupe (skrrt) +I done just hopped out my coupe +I done just hopped out my coupe +I done just hopped out my coupe +Call them +Ayy, ayy, ayy (brr) +Brr, gang +Esskeetit! +Filthy Rich Beats +[Bridge: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just end up on news +Ayy, I done just end up on news +Ayy, I done just end up on news +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & FendiFurCoat] +Ayy, I done just hit me a lick +Ayy, I done just flip me a brick +Ayy, I done just got me a Glock +Ayy, I just done bought me some hit +Got a .40 with a hollow tip (pew) +Got a .30 Imma let it rip (brr) +I don't give a fuck, I'm with this shit (boom) +I pull up on your block and hit with stick (boom, boom, boom) +Lil Pump, yeah he sellin' rock (Filthy Rich Beats) +Posted on the block, with my fuckin' mob +Hit you with the Glock, yeah I'm bustin' shots +Yeah I'm servin' white, yeah I'm servin' frost (Pow) +Posted on the block; run up on me wrong, and you gettin' dropped +Got a .40 with me (Pow) and I got the Glock +Run up on me wrong, boy you gettin' popped (braow) +Esskeetit! +[Verse 2: FendiFurCoat] +Bitch, I been flexin' since the seventh fuckin' grade (Filthy Rich Beats, braow) +Let a nigga run up on me, get his momma outta grave +Flexing so hard, got this 'preme up on my chest +Bitch, flexing so hard, making all these thots wet (wet) +Niggas ask me why I rap, bitch cause I can (Filthy Rich Beats) +Talkin' all this shit for what, nigga? You is just a fan +Took your thot, finesse for top, pussy weak +Got that bitch on my dick for a goddamn week, yeah, yeah, yeah (brrah, brrah, brrah!) +Bust on in her mouth, kicked that fuckin' thot out (bye!) +Copped them pints, get them for the high +All this dope got in my eyes +Like a Chinaman's wife (Bing Lao) when he says he's outta rice +In the kitchen whippin' up a pint, hit him with a four (Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt) +Junkies kickin' door, killed 'em off (Brrah) [?] some whores (wusgood?) +Hit my trap, ain't endorse +Drugged a bitch, for her corpse (Finesse) +Sippin' lean, smokin' thrax, bitch I'm the plug for all of that, yeah +(Pow! Esskeetit!) yeah.. +Fucked a trap [?] serving up all my beans I'm [?] blow bitches want my dick yeah you know +Pass my hoe a xan now she on the floor +Not enough clout, bitch I need it all, niggas think they know but haven't seen it all (Uh uh), can't wait till all these fucking niggas crawl +[Outro: FendiFurCoat] +Yeah, esskeetit manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Live From the Gutter[Verse 1: HoodyBaby] +You at home broke as fuck doing the milly rock +I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop +Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup +Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot +Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys +Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy +Sixteen in the peezy +Another sixteen, that's a PT +36 that's a keyzee +Push button start, bitches thought I lost my keys, please +Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts, there's some scares there +And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah +Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare +All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very +I might call them Michael Jordans, I need every pair +Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale +[Verse 2: T@] +Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga +It took me 31 years to make my first million +But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin' +Lost deposits at Chase, no time for chasing women +All black Porsche slammed on them red mags +I peel her top back and watch the haters get mad +They need to stop it, niggas don't like when you +Balling on them bitches, they just mad ‘cause they ain't got shit +And niggas with the gossip, ol' Dr. Phil ass nigga +You might as well go 'head on and start a talk show +Me and Hoody making big moves off in this Tahoe +Your bitch travel hundred feet, work off in that rental +Backstabber smile in my face, showing the dentals +But you know me, I chunk the deuces at them bitches +Never stop the chat, I keep it moving on them bitches +In and out of town and yeah I do it for my city +East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it +So have your money right or else I ain't fucking with ya +And I ain't posing twice so I hope you got the picture +Ya dig? +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Reporting live from the mother ship +And I ain't talking nothin' but Young Money shit +Yeah, I ain't talking no more Cash Money shit +Yeah, I ain't talking no more, now I'm coming, bitch +Distorting guys with the cutter +I'll rob a motherfucker talking all that big money shit +Got me hustling like I never had shit +I'm restarting from the bottom, now ain't that a bitch +But watch me turn this pit into a Brad Pitt +Yeah, watch me turn this world into a hand print +The money made me hungry like I'm fastin' +I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA +I seen my homies give up on me like a marriage +I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah +Then my bitches hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah +Cuban bitch walking 'round my house like she live there +Wake up in her mouth, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair +I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you, you layin' there +You see bitches everywhere, you might see them in Vanity Fair +My homie got that Danity Kane +Them shots like planes they landing here +Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi +It's a bird, it's a plane, them bitches sky high +Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah +Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Ty-Ty +Me, Mack and Po feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata +My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top +Roll up the windows in the Rolls, nigga hotbox +Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch, we don't cha cha +Whole time I was ready, ain't no cat and mouse in my fetti +Ain't no Thomas, ain't no Jerry +Ain't it really ain't no thang, you niggas really don't gang bang +I'm with that mob smoking gas, ain't no limit on my tank +Up, up, up and away, cup, cup, cuppin' all day +We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil, more oil than Oil of Olay +You killas don't play, kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day +Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face +Bullet be biting like a venomous snake +Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA +We got that white, we traffic all day +I went from Kool Aid and PBJ +Now it's champagne and caviar steak +But still reporting live from the gutter, bitch +Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step +Yeah, now before I fade away I gotta stutter step +Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step +I hustle like it's nothin', left my woman in her underwear +My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my - +Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah, little hoody ain't no huggy bear +I represent that grizzly bear, my neck look like a city fair +Page out the Jungle Book, amazed is how your woman looks +When she see me and all my niggas coming +Afraid is how your gunners look, we take a finger, tongue or foot +And mail it to your people, we mean business, get that understood +Big ol' bag of fuckin' good, a little bad, a ton of good +I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay +I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay +No ceilings3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Don’t Know Me[Chorus] +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +[Verse 1] +From the city where they gang bang +Where they'll kill you if your chain hang +Two letters, dedicate you like AK +AR, SK +And you got to hide your finesse game +Head shot, no need for a vest game +Cop killers going straight through the desk game +These niggas they bitch, they’ll snitch on you +How you think they feel, get rich on em +You ain’t never do a drill with a brick on em +Even on parole keep the shit on em +No mask, black hoodie with the sticks on him +I lost a couple niggas to this shit +Chiraq, where the guns like Iraq +Where the little niggas cook Pyrex +Where they pull guns out, they’ll fight back +I ain’t gon keep it on the d-low +I'ma make sure my neck worth a kilo +I'ma make sure the TEC got a ten loaded +Wire my connect, call it free load +These niggas they act like they know me +Cut em off cause you niggas so phony +Get money, they’ll call you their brodee +Bitch ass nigga you don’t know me! +[Chorus] +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +[Verse 2] +Murder rates so high cause of the body count +Every day news casts say a body found +Can’t trust niggas so I keep a chopper round +Play crazy, have a lil bro knock him down +On the block in that Cut when it’s black out +Y’all homies tell bro bring the MACs out +And we’re hungry in the trap house +Every show we’re out, bringing out the racks out +Setup hoes they’ll set you up +How you come when it’s dry they’ll wet you up +Watch out, my niggas at the top +You gotta kiss they ass for them to let you up +And that bring them snakes out +Gunshots that’ll bring them jakes out +Every new rapper they fake now +If you stand we'll call that a take down +Eat with who you sleep with +So blind to the money, you ain’t peeped shit +Ice new niggas, they sneak diss +I'ma boss up on em, on some Meek shit +And they don’ know me! They don’t know me +In my city like Tony +You a bitch ass nigga, you don’t know me +[Chorus] +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me +These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I’m the Man[Produced by Sonny Digital] +[Intro: 50 Cent] +I came in the world cryin' and fussin' +Nigga, we ain't have nothin' +Every ghetto I know the same +We trying to make a little change +Preacher man come around talkin' +I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin' +I'ma put the powder in the pot +Whip it 'till I'm pullin' off a lot +Imagine when I pull it off the lot +New shit come without a top +Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop +Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop +[Interlude: Sonny Digital] +I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man +I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Aye, came in the game gettin' money +Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money +Niggas get to playin' with the money +Clique bang for the money +Shit changed over money +They love to see a nigga on the bottom +Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low +A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole +Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's +Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay +Shorty wanna fuck with me +Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga +Lady, she gon' hit my line +We ain't gon' waste no time +She sucking and we fucking like she need me +While she make a bankroll easy +All the light in the room from the T.V +We gettin' it on then I'm gone +It's the type of shit that a nigga be on +[Pre-Hook: 50 Cent] +Too much on my mind right now +I'm on the grind right now +Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now +I got my nine right now +Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now +I ain't fucking around right now +Better get in line right now +Or fuck around and die right now +Hope you understand that +[Hook: Sonny Digital] +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +I'm a bonafide grade A hustler +A1, day 1, they can't touch us +Nigga like me, I be with the shit +Try and stick me I'ma get you hit +Yeah, you know just how I get down +Bad bitches around, they smoking and they drinking +And I'm thinking it can all work out +Seen your bitch back blown out +It's never nothing personal, believe me +I fuck around, your bitch don't wanna leave me +She talking 'bout takin' flights tonight when I'm out of town +Not around, she want me to fly in to put it down +It's nothing to a real nigga, had that ass flying in first class +'Cause you seem to be regular, she don't want nothing regular +Turn me on when she talk Spanish, that fat ass +You know I wanna get with it, so lady let's get it +[Pre-Hook: 50 Cent] +Too much on my mind right now +I'm on the grind right now +Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now +I got my nine right now +Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now +I ain't fucking around right now +Better get in line right now +Or fuck around and die right now +Hope you understand that +[Hook: Sonny Digital] +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man +Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Countin’ MoneyWhat we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +What we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +What we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +What we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +What we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +What we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +What we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +What we do with it? +Countin money, money, more money +Pardon my fragrance, i smell just like the dealership +Yea, we in the same whip but ya' car rented bitch +Yea, we on the same club but we on some different shit +We in VIP poppin’ bottles just to spill the shit +Huh, poppin’ bottle just to spill the shit +Hold up! I think I gotta extra clip *cocks gun* +You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry +You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry +You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry +Matter fact, I’m the realest bitch up in the streets +Ask your man, i’m the realest bitch up in the sheets +I don’t keep it a hundred, I keep it a g +You know I switch my man like every week +He acting up (ghetto ghetto ghetto) +Or into the next one, or into the fresh one +VVS stones, yeah you know I got that S1 +Bitches throwing shots, they gon fuck around and catch one +It’s the queen bitch here, i’m a flyer than a Jetson +That mean i’m futuristic +Call the coupe Mike Bivins, it’s that new edition +When a boss bitch talking you should sit and listen +Take notes, pay attention +It’s what separates the fakest from the realest, bitch +What we do with it? +Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch +What we do with it? +Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch +What we do with it? +Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch +What we do with it? +Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch" +"Who Shot Ya?[Produced by Nashiem Myrick] +[Intro: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.] +As we proceed to give you what you need (Uh) +9-5, motherfuckers +Get live, motherfuckers +As we proceed to give you what you need +9-5, motherfuckers +Get live, motherfuckers (Now turn the mics up) +As we proceed to give you what you need (Turn that mic up) +(Yeah, that beat is knocking, I need that mic up, though) +(Turn that shit the fuck up) +East Coast, motherfuckers (Uh, what?) +Bad Boy, motherfuckers (Turn it up louder, yeah, uh) +As we proceed to give you what you need +J.M., motherfuckers +J.M., motherfuckers (Uh) +9-5, motherfuckers (Uh) +[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete +Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets +It's on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin' beef +I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek +Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet +Thunderin', shakin' the concrete +Then the shit stop when I foil the plot +Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots +Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter +Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter +Old school, new school need to learn though +I burn, baby, burn, like ""Disco Inferno"" +Burn slow like blunts with yayo +Peel more skins than Idaho Potato +Niggas know; the lyrical molesting is taking place +Fucking with B.I.G., it ain't safe +I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses +Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers +Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools +Niggas mad because I know that cash rules +Everything around me, two Glock nines +Any motherfucker whispering about mines (And I'm) +And I'm Crooklyn's finest (Crooklyn's finest) +You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this (Bad Boy's behind this) +[Interlude: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.] +As we proceed to give you what you need (What?) +9-5, motherfuckers (What?) +Get live, motherfuckers +As we proceed to give you what you need (What?) +East Coast, motherfuckers +Bad Boy, motherfuckers +Get high, motherfuckers +Get high, motherfuckers (Uh, uh) +Smoke blunts, motherfuckers (Uh) +Get high, motherfuckers (9-5, uh) +Ready to die, motherfuckers (Uh) +9-5, motherfuckers (Uh) +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +I seen the light excite all the freaks +Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps +Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back +Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? +I switches all that, cocksucker, G's up +One false move, get Swiss cheesed up +Clip to TEC, respect, I demand it +Slip and break the 11th Commandment +Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa +Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you +I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, I'm the don +Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm +You'll die slow but calm +Recognize my face so there won't be no mistake +So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga +Brave nigga, turned front page nigga +Puff Daddy flips daily +I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys +On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings +Hammer cock, in the fire position and— +[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Come here, come here (It ain't gotta be like that, B.I.G.) +Open your fucking mouth, open your— +Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh? +Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh? +(Come on, man) Look at you now, huh? (Come on, man) +Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? +Bitch-ass nigga, what? +Who shot you? +[Outro: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.] +To give you what you need +9-5, motherfuckers +Get live, motherfuckers +Get high, motherfuckers (Who shot ya?) +Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah! +As we proceed (Who shot ya?) +To give you what you need +9-5, motherfuckers +East Coast, motherfucker (Who shot ya?) +West Coast, motherfuckers (Uh) +West Coast, motherfuckers, hah! +As we proceed to give you what you need +As we proceed to give you what you need (As we proceed to give you what you need) +Get live, motherfuckers +Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers) +9-5, motherfuckers (9-5, motherfuckers) +Get money, motherfuckers +As we proceed to give you what you need (As we proceed to give you what you need) +Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers) +9-5, motherfuckers +J.M., motherfuckers +J.M., motherfuckers +As we proceed +To give you what you need +9-5EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Hot 107.9 Birthday Bash 2015 Freestyle[Hook] +Don't let them make you believe +That I'm crazy, that I'm crazy +[Verse 1] +I think it's a couple more things they owe us +I think it's a couple more things they owe us +Billions and cars and weed +And mothafuckin' minks is all that they show us +But we are the owners +I think it's a couple more things they owe us +[Hook] +So don't-don't-don't-don't +Don't-don't-don't +Don't let them make you believe +That I'm crazy, nigga I'm not crazy +I'm tellin' you +Don't-don't-don't +Don't-don't-don't +Don't let them make you believe +That I'm crazy, nigga I'm not crazy +[Verse 2] +See that's the magic of racism, it works on itself +We hate each other, screw each other, kill each other +When we can't kill nobody else +See that's the magic of lackin' resources, it works on itself +500 niggas gettin' pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-popped +And North Carolina didn't help +See that's the magic of racism, it works on itself +Niggas hate niggas, hate niggas, hate niggas, hate niggas +Hate niggas, hate niggas, ayy, niggas, ayy, nigga +And I was born in the A, nigga +And my name Ye, nigga, ayy nigga +[Hook] +Don't-don't-don't-don't +Don't-don't-don't +Don't make, make you believe that I'm crazy +I'm not crazy +Don't-don't-don't-don't +Don't-don't-don't +Don't let the media make you believe that I'm +That I'm... +[Outro] +See that's the shit I don't like" +"Last Breath*[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +My mama brought me a pair of Reeboks with her last check +I'ma hold my city down until my last breath +Whoever thought [?] in a shootout would be his last step +I'm gon' keep the family together until my last breath +I know a nigga who rapped and told, that's a lab rat +I told my son I'ma run it up, but he wasn't alive yet +I sold dope outside my granny crib she ain't allowed at +If that man put his hands on my sister, man ain't allowed back +That's the quickest way to get turned to a loud pack +I'ma ask every rapper in the world to give my style back +I remember fuckin' three, four hoes at soundcheck +And he was right here since day one, you wasn't around yet +A nigga walked outside my life, he ain't got found yet +We catch that nigga, he barbecued, that shit Outback +I'm just playin' my snake card, I gotta smile back +Get alley-hooped to the opps, I can't allow that +Do you tell me that you love me, that shit bother me +If you really mean it, do you accept my apology? +I'm just speaking to the trenches, this is all of me +I'm just speaking to the streets, do you follow me? +Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh +Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh +[Verse 2: NoCap] +If they don't do nothin', they gon' remember us +Ayy, we tote mops just like janitors +""Forgive me right now,"" that's all I'm sayin' in my prayers (Sad) +Know it ain't fair, but I'm Saint Laurent sweaters (Diwali) +Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh +Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh +I'm from the hood, that's a privilege (That's a honor) +Got mob ties, come get your wheels fixed (Yeah) +Homicides, like sayin' you can die real quick (Yeah) +Brown Louis bag like I'm Whitney +Even in the winter, we watched that money fall (Summer too) +Draw broken hearts when the windows fogged up (And guns too) +Dude laid out flat, I wish I had a air pump (Holla) +Me and my partner want the same nigga dead +Let's go half on him (Yeah), don't need a stylist +Hunnid racks inside my dresser (Don't need no dresser) +She say she strip, guess she thought I wouldn't accept her ([?]) +Just left a bank and I still forgot to tell her (Yeah, yeah) +But the last time, I fucked her friend without my [?] (Ha) +I keep that iron, 'cause I watched the hate increase +And I ain't lyin', I was in the jungle with them tigers more than Kylie (Chillin') +In the streets, can't wait 'til I drop like Visine (Yeah, yeah) +Fast cars is gettin' regular (Regular) +A hunnid broads is gettin' regular (Gettin' regular) +I'm healthy, bought a lotta carats, I'ma flood out the watch like [?] +Said she a V, she don't have sex (Oh) +'Til I bought that lil ho— +She had a stack of papers, oh +But all she wrote was ""murder,"" oh +Pop Adderalls and they devise my soul, ayy +More dirt, enemies more +I'm just speakin' to the hood, hope they hearin' me +I'm just speakin' to the hood, nah, seriously +Oh-oh-oh, oh-woah-ohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"New Classic[Intro: Large Professor sample (U-God)] +Classic, classic, classic, classic (yo) +Classic, classic, classic (yo, yo) +[Verse 1: U-God] +I got book rhymes, crook lines, built like tankers +Look Ma they took mines hook line and sinker +Big time thinker nailed in a pine box +Watching like a hawk kid, seats in the sky box +Cut you with a dry ox, slapped with a bank roll +Stank hoes on salary loving my lingo +Get money, make moves, burn more calorie +Bruise your anatomy, my atom is hard +Slam you on the granite dammit, rap bandits at large +Pin metals on my chest, stir up the hornet's nest +Burn holes in your neck, control your flesh +Fat back wheels, crack kills children +Every time the mack spits in the back of the building +Splash with a feeling, you need a healing +Hot shots of sake, son, you can't stop me +You can't drop me son or cock block me +I'm powder puff so ruff, slot time, Dough rush +Hit my enemies in your guts, cold crush +Rib cage blow up, everything's hurricane +Red beams tear your frame, my dick game's never lame +Slang right, daylight, hot grease and egg whites +Hog mics all night, fisticuff dog fights +With Dillinger's, motorized mouth out the cylinder +War tone, guerrilla hormone, vast in the omniance +Dance with the Ramadan, throw y'all armor on +Gift wrap your karma strong, shots out in Lebanon +LeBron James, Golden Arms, Large Professor +Niggas cocaine niggas +[Outro: Large Professor sample] +Classic, classic, classic, classic +Classic, classic, classic, classic +Classic, classic, classicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"What Does Life Mean To MeBaby! Ghetto biotch! +What does life mean to me? +Cars clothes an a lot of jewelry +What does life mean to me? +A fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty +What does life mean to me? +Drinkin', pimpin' an a whole lot of weed +What does life mean to me? +Every things right what we said, please believe me +(Baby) +Talkin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Single Again[Trina] +Yup Yup +[Rick Ross] +Slip-n-Slide Remix +The Big Boss +Mayback music +[Lil Wayne] +Who's that making that funky noise? +It's Weezy baby Hey Trine Bean +And it's the remix baby +[Lil Wayne] +I know what I did +And how I act +And if I see you with a man I'm a get my gat +{woop woop} +I'm just playin' +It won't be that +I got enough legal wounds +And I don't need that +And I gave you a ring that I don't need back +Because I know one day you gonna be back +Not today +But one day +And my friends say I need my Beyonce +Back, like my name was Sean +I mean you stand tall +But me I lean +What's wrong? +Everything +Wayne what's right? +Wayne Hey Trine Bean +Like a string bean +Girl I'm healthy +Girl I'm lying +Girl just help me +Help my fly +But what flight are you on? +You might not be talking ‘bout me in this song +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again +[Rick Ross] +Hold up wait a got damn minute +It ain't Benz then the boss ain't in it +Yeah it's dark tinted +I had to red rim in +She got the same ones +Just add the red ribbon +Sexy, like she wanna breath again, leave again +I ain't ever need a friend +Yeah I'm in the thangs +Throw away money +And I'm in the range with Floyd May money +Lord Pray for me +I'm single again +Now look who I'm mingling with +Left my baby momma +Cause she didn't get shit +You might see her ridin' in the street +Single again +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again +[Plies] +You damn right I cheated +I couldn't get it from you when I need it +Cause dealin' with you it ain't easy +Think I'm a let you talk to me greasy +I ain't one of them little lames sweetie +So you single again? +Well we even +I know you miss how I beat it +You'll be back cause he don't eat it +[Trina] +Got six +Run you lips 'bout that +Say Trina still the baddest +April 1st I'm back +No April Fools Joke +Finna make the world lean, hah +Hold up she back on the scene +Weez Hey Trine Bean +Plies and Rick Ross +Like Hilary Clinton +I'm the boss +Dude came back +Cause he know where it's at +Super bubblegum brain +Tell me how you like that +I'm hotter than fish grease +Hotter than a heater +Every magazine cover you gonna see Trina +Black Men magazine +King, I'm Smooth +Sister to Sister +Crip, What it do? +Thought the grass was green on the other side +Millionaires over here +We say fuck the other side +While you was out shonin +I don't know why +I stayed so alone +You couldn't say bye +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again +[Trina] +Diamond Princess +Yeah +I'm still the baddest +Ha ha ha +I'm single again +I'm single again +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Sum More[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Redhead with me like I'm Yachty +Every nigga with me got a body +Bad mamacita call me papi +Back to back Lambs and the Raris +Only thing I wear is red bottoms +Free my nigga Long, the feds got him +Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles +Crack a nigga head with a bottle +Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems +Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em +Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar +Made these bitches rake up every dollar +She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow +Had to switch it up, I'm on the road now +I'm a stand up guy, I ain't gon' lay down +Seventeen five on my feet +Blowin' money like I hang with Meech +Louis V mixed with Supreme +Hop out in Givenchy, oh he clean +Gran Coupe, 2018 +Try me, it's gon' be a murder scene +Everything I say a nigga mean +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] +Got four pockets full like I'm Baby +Keep Twan with me case they play me +Goons at they door 'til they pay me +Baby blue brand new Mercedes +Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti +Nigga never made the honor roll +But the nigga made the Forbes List +Hundred thousand on my left wrist +Orange stones in a nigga mouth +When the sun hit it look like Sunkist +Big pendant 'round a nigga neck +Talkin' same size as a starfish +And a nigga know killers, got killers +Nigga same kind as Scarface +And a nigga ball like Hardaway +And a nigga ball like Barkley +And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue +I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge +I meant morgue, I don't shop at the stores +I don't fuck with these lame ass sorry ass whores, on god +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +[Outro: Lil Baby] +I want S-O-M-E more +I want S-O-M-E more +I want S-O-M-E more, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Scientist[Intro] +The scientist is a man who was learned how to think +At least about scientific matters +That's why he can do so many amazing things +But a scientist isn't supposed to believe anything much +Unless its supported by evidence... +[Verse 1: Nas] +Lame foot soldiers get croaked in my vicinity +The ode for all murder, criminal activity +Diamond encrusted bracelets, escape death +Cars and yachts, I flaunt things that say success +So 'til the warden turns my electric chair on +Inside the LeBaron trunk, got Pakistan her-on +Nasir Jones, not a Capo, the Picasso, word painter +Black Sinatra, rap King Cole, gangsta +Point blank body armor +I'm violence, you're the Dalai Lama, you just holla drama +[Verse 2: Jay-Z] +Hovito Brigante, my own people that got me +That's what I get for snoozing, moving too sloppy +Well I'm back brilliant, my brains is back in the building +The light's back on in the fridge, you dig? +Brand new and improved, stage two of my groove +Same...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Buzzin’[Chorus: Lil Peep & BEXEY] +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie, you addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin' +What's your motherfucking problem? I think you need some help +I give you help, that's what I offer, but you left me on the shelf +I'm not a trophy, I got bitches on my belt +I put stitches on the pain, if you listen to me well +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie, you addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin' +[Chorus: Lil Peep & BEXEY] +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie +You addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin' +What's your motherfucking problem? +I think you need some help +I give you help, that's what I offer, but you left me on the shelf +I'm not a trophy, I got bitches on my belt +I put stitches on the pain, if you listen to me well +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie +You addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin'3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Holding Me Back[Refrain: Syl Johnson] +Oh-ohh, oh-ohh +Something is holding me back +Oh-ohh, oh-ohh +Something is holding me back +Oh-ohh, oh-ohh +Something is holding me back +Oh-ohh, oh-ohh +Something is holding me back +Oh-ohh, oh-ohh +Something is holding me back" +"Y.O.U.[Meth] +Traces of lipstick on my collar +Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar +Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow +Lady Medana liketo drink, but she don't like to swallow +Rockin' that Prada, Honey stay up in the beauty parlor +Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymomma +Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin +Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin' +Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin' +I'll knock the stuffin' off that English Muffin +Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn +Pushin' yo' panty botton when I'm stuckin' +All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty +[Redman] +Yo' I get it on poppin' +Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers +Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin' +Rapped around and knockin' , I'm creepin' when you parkin' +Shoot out the lights, darken the area, then hop in +Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin' +Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough +Shoppin' in rotten--New York, first flockin' +Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat +Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking +Niggas unforgetable can be forgotten +Doc and Meth entering the top ten! +Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin' +Only raw choppin', it's metaphores, so cops can stop watchin' +I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em +Renovate your appartment, when these two things barkin' +My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons +I get 'em drippin' like Licky Falls +[Chorus]: Redman, [Meth] +Now who a bitch nigga?! +[Now who a snitch nigga?!] +Now who the shit nigga?! +[Now who the sick nigga?!] +Now who you with nigga?! +[With who you with nigga?!] +Who rock shit nigga?! +[Who pop shit nigga?!] +[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! +[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! +[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! +[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! +[Redman] +I figured it out: ya'll niggas ain't as big as yo' mouth +My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch +When I bust titties come out +No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out +Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose +Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' with you +Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana +Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas +Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin' +Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor +Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honor +Twin help me lift her arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma +Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic +Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty +[Meth] +Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance +Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition +Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin' +Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different +Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin' +I ain't the one for trickin', on anybody kickin' +Rippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written +Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen +It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm force spittin' +Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin' +Chattin' like Joe gettin' +All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy +And ain't no half-steppin'...I keep reppin' +Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin' +Duckin' my Smith & Wessum , trashin' the Meth and catchin' +Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty +[Chorus]" +"TV[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +I knew I saw this shit on TV +[Hook] +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +BET, or TNT +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV) +This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV) +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +MTV, or BET +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV) +This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV) +[Verse 1] +This nigga started out a gangster though, I saw you in the movie, ho +Pitching out the pack behind his back, that’s a movie roll +Started as a kid with them, played on the same block +Look how they did Snupe, I heard they used to use the same Glock +I’ve seen Bishop off Juice grow up to a thug +When it was over, I shook my head, I knew what movie this was +My daddy pumping coke and spending, man +Uncles putting pistols in my hand, this is Menace, man +Indictments, the world thinking that I won’t see tomorrow +Trial was crazy, still walk, this is Law & Order +I’ve seen hoes come in and bait niggas and rob them at nighttime +I’ve seen these kind of hoes on Lifetime +[Hook] +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +BET, or TNT +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV) +This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV) +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +MTV, or BET +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV) +This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV) +[Verse 2] +Shit +Boys in the Hood, I was Cube in that drive-by +Smoking PCP, I saw some shit that be on SciFi +Seen mace get sprayed so much, it will fuck the cell block up +No visits to real niggas for years, I’ve seen Locked Up +I’ve seen women making scenes to get exposed +So I’ve seen these reality shows up in the four +Lord knows I’ve seen some shit, Paid in Full +Look like Bleek was Money Making Mitch +I’ve seen hoes turn niggas on their own niggas +I’ve seen niggas walk out on their own children +I’ve seen black families fall apart, get back together +So what I’m saying, I saw every flick from Tyler Perry +[Hook] +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +BET, or TNT +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV) +This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV) +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +MTV, or BET +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV) +This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV) +[Verse 3] +This shit is TV, real characters was next to Boosie +Street wars, niggas dying, I’ve seen western movies +Seen dudes with no heart really murder guys +Fuck a nigga bitch, he went crazy, I’ve seen The Perfect Guy +Seen a big dog catch AIDS, first they used to love him, man +Now they’re beefing, what I’m saying, I’ve seen Straight Outta Compton, man +I’ve seen women get famous off their husbands’ shine +Then they shit on them, so I’ve seen The Real Housewives +Aunty fight and fuss, then she fuck the night away +But she love him, so I’ve been knew Joseline and Stevie J +I met a nigga up in prison who been there 45 +He don’t even want to go home, so I saw The Green Mile +This is TVEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Did It Before[Intro] +Ohh, this feel good, alright, Ye +Carter Trey, all day, let's play, haha +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before +[Verse 1] +Okay, put your hands up if you did it before +Now your girl lookin' at you cause she didn't hell know +And now everybody sayin' that you did it before +And you know that's because they probably did it before +Cause if they did it before it would be different though +I wonder if Tammy knows, that I did it before +With Nisa, I wonder if she didn't hell know +That we did it before I know they did it before +The day we did it but oh, if they did it before +And we did it before, we can get it fa' sho +Cause if she with it, I know she should be with it fa' sho +I'm a tear that pussy up, like I didn't before +And after I did it they be history though +When I see em I act like I didn't hell know +That we did it before like we didn't before +But we did it before, hehe +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before +[Verse 2] +Yeah, so if you did it before, be a pro +You gotta act like you didn't before +And everytime I meet a girl +They say that she didn't before +You know I gotta act like I never did it before +But she would be dumb if she didn't hell know +Cause I did it before and she will be dumb +If she think that I didn't, hell know +That she did it before, she probablly didn't go low +So we did it some more and we did it some more +Like Busta Rhymes said, she holla ""give me some more"" +So we did it some more, yeah, we did it til' four +And when four-o-one came, she was hittin the door +Not fixin' to go but she was hittin' the door +And I was probably butt naked just twistin' an O +Then I call my homies up, kick the shit how it go +And I know they gon' laugh cause they did it before +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before +[Verse 3] +Okay, a lot of folks don't like to say they did it before +Wishin' that everybody didn't hell know +That they did it before, like if they did it'd be low +Or if they did it with more, than one, or did it for dough +Well if you didn't, then so, be cool with it and flow +And just rock with everybody, that done did it before +I know I did it before, you know you did it before +How come you ain't with it now, but you was with it before +Oh, that's your best friend, yeah, ya'll kick it I know +Ya'll probablly did it before, she probably licked it before +Like it was liquid before, yeah, I can vision you both +Like I done did it before cause I done did it before +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"How could youHow could you snitch on me +How could you played with me +I thought we were blood brothers +You did me so dirty, you snitch and lied on me +How can i trust you, we were at the casino +2 man got shot so we left the scene +How could you take everything i gave you and you betrayed on me +There were 2 murder scene on ave bloc , i got keep this hot +Are we not gonna eat, the d e a question me, but i'm never snitching on a soul no not me +We were running from choppers and helicopsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Legendary Cypher[Yasiin Bey (Mos Def)] +Fake, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom +Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem +Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom +You'll talk about me to your grandsons +Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags +So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags +Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have +Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab +Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium +My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians +Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon +Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim +Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 +These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine +Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's +Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them +Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then assemble it! +Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant +Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element +From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin +Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP +Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington +Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me +The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee +You see me? +[DMX] +Yo, niggas don't know so I gotta flip +It seem they've forgotten how dark it could get +When I bark, when I hit, scratch like a Pit +We both know you pussy but you stay talking shit +What I'mma have to do dog, run up when you rest +Catch you while you comfortable with one up in your vest +One up in yo chest, of course they the hollows +You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow +I'mma go platinum... You gots to be kiddin'? (Nah!) +I'mma go platinum! No bullshittin' +And I'mma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows +Strippin' ho's, gettin dough, let me go +And niggas know, who the best is +The dog, DMX is, the rest is or might as well be helpless +I'm wreckless cause when I wreck shit +I might snatch a niggas necklace +And then go from like midnight to breakfast +[John Forté] +Yo, yo, my Alma mater is the rooftop, back in '85 +With summer cookouts to crack lookouts +Mega-hookers with pocketbooks out +The corner's where we hung out, my uncle that was strung out +Beef during the drought and all the guns that we brung out +Niggas hustle for cloud, Brownsville street type bouts +Blackouts, ultra-lootin', door to door army recruitin' +Drug lords continue shootin' in weathers, and come Novembers +Sleep in red snow, where niggas bled so, the spot control +Gold-chains with diamond-links makes product in kitchen sinks +Think tanks matching to banks, stuck up bitches actin' stank +Gun-play without provisions, went on twenty-type collisions +Weed spots getting took when po-nine run the jooks +Crooked beats crooks be lurkin' hurtin' +To catch a body workin' to say they perks when +It's a nigga head they burstin' first and last +I'll lock your block then smack that ass +Cum-laude and street-wise, slide fast +[Mic Geronimo] +Alright, I'm in fascination with the shorter words, turn to audible +Put a little more to it try to blow through +See it's like the way you think and I've been made to endure +I floored rap like [?] [?] +Gangs, straightaways moving out of buckets, some change +Paralyzed while I hit you like Colombian King +And I'm soaring, killing words they couldn't explain +Spark flames, so it burn slow, feeling me every bit +As much as Dutch know though, a ransom, my thumbs crush +My motivation lands where the guns bust +I know myself and the law we might trust +Mic like a cold-brush, goin' front porch to the street +Movin' through this life of speed +Tryna square and exonerate, they're here to eat +Besides that, dude you got me feeling the beat +It's like this, freestyle off of the cap +With my nigga Big Pun, cause he bust mad raps +That's DMX, we rock this shit, no doubt +With my nigga Canibus, let me show you how +Now we get down to the specifics, the Heineken +I be grabbing up the mic before we rhyme again +What time again? Don't talk to brainless such +People around the way tell me that I smoke too much +I'm rolling in the Dutch, that's the thing I do +While I'm chilling with my niggas from the Q.U +The zoo niggas ride, we like gorillas and such +While we ripping you through cause we just too much +Freestyle off the top of my brain, I maintain +Showing the motherfucking stress in the game +Still I wouldn't break, the flow fast, Speedy McSlow +Geronimo, I get the dough nigga, what? +[Big Pun] +I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team +Your squadron'll be barred from rap +Like Adam and Eve from the garden +I'm carving my initials on your forehead +So every night before bed you see the BP shine +Off the board-head, reverse that, I curse at the first whack +Nigga with the worst rap cause he ain't worth jack +Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap +Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack +Hand him his purse back +I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull +Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal +Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongues packing the ones +Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns +It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana +You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana +C'mon pana, we need more rhymers +Feel the marijuana snake bite; anaconda +A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona +Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana +Comma and go the whole nine like Madonna +Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar +I'm pure adrenaline uncut, straight to the gut medicine +Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane +Simple and plain I'll explain it in layman terms +If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn +Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser +As smart as MacGyver can put honor inside the heart of a liar +Involved in a life of crime, fuck it I like the shine +Up in the white and lime, clutch with the pipe design +Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out +If you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out +Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right +Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished, say goodnight +Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet +Settling beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat +But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter +It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on stagger +So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound +You ever heard, desert bird player, you outta bounds +You could ramble out the mouth, like you Rambo +But you slouch, if we battled you'd be out +Without a shadow of a doubt and that's the ugly truth +Killers walk with muddy boots +Once my dogs cut me loose, that's a bullet in your bubbly-goose +Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy? Barkin' like you wady +I'll have you crawlin, walking like a baby +Don't try to play me cause I'm not a playa +Aiyyo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potata +I'm 'bout to make a million dollars but still I'm rowdy +So I hope I'm rap and rhyming before I have to kill somebody +That's how it is in the stone jungle if you known to own a bundle +Guaranteed a nigga gon mug you +And no one love you when you broke as shit +Focus kid, commercials don't lie, curse you to die +Coke is it, rob your life away, that's a big price to pay +Forgetting to teach his kid how to ride his bike today stupid +[Canibus] +Let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine +You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine +That's a bitch move, somethin that a homosexual rapper would do +So when you say that you platinum, you only dropping clues +I studied your background, read the book that you wrote +Researched your footnotes about how you used to sniff coke +Fronting like a drug-free role model, you disgust me +I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently +You walk around showing off your body ‘cause it sells +Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills +Mad at me ‘cause I kick that shit real niggas feel +While ninety-nine percent of your fans wear high heels +From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z +Now you want to fuck with me? Nigga you crazy +You dripping with wack juice, and you can't get it off +You better be prepared to finish what you start +Give me the respect that I deserve or I'mma take it by force +Blast you with a fourty-five colt, make you somersault +Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts +Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk +It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first +That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse +That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life +‘Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March ninth +God bless his soul rest in peace, kid +It's because of him now at least I know what beef is +It's not what I would call this, see this is something different +A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin' +Somebody that he gotta know is better than him +But he feeling himself ‘cause he got more cheddar than him +Well let me tell you something: you might got more cash then me +But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me +And if you really want to show off, we can get it on +Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom +I'll let you kick a verse... fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all +I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud +Clap, clap, now watch me rip the tat from your arm +Stick you in the groin, kick you in your Vanguard award +Stacks a Vanguard award +In front of your mom, your first, second and third-born +Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan +So he could persuade me to squash it, I say ""Naw, he started it +He forgot what a hardcore artist is"" +A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself +Trained to run twenty miles in soft sand +On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off-hand +From a lost and forgotten land +You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack shit +And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it? +Fuck that! ‘Cause like Common and Cube, I see the bitch in you +And I'mma make the world see it too +Straight-up and down +[Canibus] +Canibus and the Punisher +The ultimate executioner's dream +Swinging the guillotine +Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon +The brain remains conscious for ten seconds +Long enough for me to give you one last message +And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it +Don't ever get it confused +Fuckin' with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove +Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed +Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew +From Moet bottles, to bar stools, fruits, and foods +You got a album out? You get hit with your CD, too +Runnin' outside lyin', cryin', denyin' +That you ain't The Gay Rapper but you got fucked by him +What's the difference? Y'all niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness +Too busy mixin' your bidness with your bitches +While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures +So wicked, I got Satan ejaculating all over his fingers +Like Dirk Diggler in the middle of Boogie Nights +Sniffin' white, living the hype, he ruined his life +But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right +So make sure your grip is tight or I'ma snatch your mic +Word up, like thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"The Ride Home Freestyle (DJ Reddy Rell Remix)[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Man, it’s time to take off these jail clothes +Go get my Boosie fade +[Intro: DJ Reddy Rell] +Haha, DJ Reddy Rell the Crossover King! +Go Grizz on the track! +Millz! +Hip-Hop TXL Volume Thirty-Six +[Verse: Lil Boosie] +Man, it’s time to take off these jail clothes +Go get my Boosie fade +Hit through Pleasure Seeker’s +See what’s happenin’ with that new Escalade +Got my weight up with my hate +I’m a hot girl’s dream +Back to doing what I was doing with my money machine +Ching-ching +Label me Scarface, Al Capone and Larry Hoover +You and I know it was damn wrong how they judged Boosie +Lights, camera, action, first time acting and they loved the movie +Finna get my own clothes, I get enough of COOGI +Still with shooters, still be bootin’, but I got my mind right +Now I’m way richer, so what that mean? +I’m way bigger +Shackled down from my feet to my hands +Missing my kids, man a feeling only I can explain +So many people held their nuts, thought I wasn’t gonna come home, huh? +Pay me like I’ll wait, county baby boy home nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Dangerous Mouths[Intro: Missy Elliott] +Uhh, 3000 baby +Uh huh +Ooh, raunchy, raunchy +[Verse 1: Redman] +Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin' +I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not +Doc, hood lynchin', icy flows +I write with wool mittens +It's two, not one +Missy dot dot com +Come once in the blue like free hot lunch +So once it's on, turn it up, chickens flockin' in +Shoppin' at birds are us, murderous +Don't blame me, blame the music +I write with napalms in my hands +Flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go +I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed +I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans +Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model +I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin' +Like Kima, Keisha and Pam +I remain cool like, like open house on a school night +Animal House gettin' thrown out for food fights +PPP strictly don't give a fuck +And Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck +[Verse 2: Missy Elliott] +Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans +Hang down to your knees, it's mwa the Don-Wan +Carry on, D.A.N. to the danger +Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger +Change up all your rhymes you need beats +My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee +See its the shots of Henessey that's in me +Reggie Noble through after me +[Verse 3: Redman (& Missy Elliott)] +It takes two to tango, and two to fuck +I done fucked in Range Rovers to Isuzu trucks +Used to move weight, now you makin' moves to duck +Built solid without bolts, screws and nuts +Pussy tight, Jiffy Lube it up +Doc came up, hoes use to hang up +Now my arm close hang em +My crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets +We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for the occasion +One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown +Two minutes later I'll make it hotter +Snap you from the vine to my medulla oblongata +(So what you wanna do, what you wanna do?) +[Bridge: Redman] +Yo, I got the chickens, the brews +Take X and mushrooms +Def Squad in the house bitch, drop your drawers +Tell your boyfriend to ease up, and park his car +[Verse 4: Missy Elliott] +I'm from the south, you better watch your mouth +It's the M-I, the S-I, if you try, then you die +I don't take no mercy on you suckers so +Would you still be in love, baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes? +I ain't got no love for yo +No friends with those, who imitate me ya bold +My style I own, I'mma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe +I gotta say no more, BITCH! +[Outro: Missy Elliott] +Thats right nigga, hehe +It's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh +Muthafucka! 3 triple zero uh huh +The Matrix baby +Uhh, I'm out" +"Welcome Home[Intro: Nicole Ray (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] +Dirt Dog, Nicole Ray +Welcome home, you Dirty mutha-- Wu!!! +(2003, Brooklyn) +[Hook: Nicole Ray] +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog (dirt dog) +Uh oh (dirt dog), Dirt Dog +It's been so long (been so long) +Since you've been gone (you've been gone) +So bring my body some heat (body some heat) +To move slow to this beat (yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Dirt, the ol' shit, let me put my hands up your skirt +Been to you since I flirt, bet your knees get hurt +See your titties through your shirt, may I feel like Kurt +In bed, I put in work, I got a dick I'll squirt +I'm totally psyched, that this party all night +When I play the shelf, I'm fuckin' bitches, that ain't my hype +I got ass in my sight, girl, would you now blowin' the pipe +Jewelry, I wear, bite, I like that pussy tight! +Find my drugs in the street, stink assholes in seats +Holla at me, tweet, tweet, that's where the fucked up feet +Banana livin' bitches, fast it itches +Unwire Gucci stitches, get grain to riches +[Hook: Nicole Ray] +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Get off the jock!) +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Met this bitch, pussy switch +I'm a dog, I itch, monkey, I'm rich +Settled in Brooklyn, only let crooks in +Ghetto black pussy, yeah, I fit in +Nigga, I'm most in, party's I'm hostin' +My note to cokes in, do the front row sting +Put your hot temperature, your pussy sent ya +Over here, I pimp ya, white and black I blend ya +Dick up like a roaster, you be like whose the +My music will lose ya, you miniature +I got this microphone, pulled back and cocked +And all sperm cells get off the jock! +[Hook: Nicole Ray] +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Get off the jock!) +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Yeah) +It's been so long (been so long) +Since you've been gone (you've been gone) +So bring my body some heat (body some heat) +To move slow to this beat yeah, yeah +[Bridge: Nicole Ray] +Baby can you play my song (got song) +We be dancin' all night long (all night long) +Feelin' sexy and so free +Music takin' over me +[Hook & Bridge to the end] +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Baby can you play my song +We be dancin' all night long +Feelin' sexy and so free +Music takin' over me +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Baby can you play my song +We be dancin' all night long +Feelin' sexy and so free +Music takin' over me +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +Uh oh, Dirt Dog +[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Hot for you, comin' soon +Dirt McGirt.." +"W.P.I.M.P.Good evening ladies and gentlemen +I am here live +Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T +I don't know what it take +I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry +How the f**k do you get in the industry and then stay there +Every time you come out you got some more hot shit +Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go +That's what the f**k I meant to do +That's living legendship +You just livin', that's how I've been +But if you don't watch your mouth +Somebody might take it apart too" +"I’m Bout It[Intro: Lil Durk & Fredo Santana] +I'm a hitta by myself +I'm a hitta by myself (L's) +""Hello?"" +""Man whatup bro what's good?"" +""Chillin chillin man motherfucker back down in these streets man"" +""Hell yeah boy you back down bro"" +Motherfuckers know what it is +Niggas got me goin' crazy +In the crib off the lazy +[Verse 1] +OTF we the team +And I'm a hitta that's the theme +Police snatch me I won't sing +Read me my rights and Imma leave +My people told me never trust none +Niggas be all in my face but I don't trust 'em +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it +A lot of people say they doubt me +You best believe my niggas 'bout it +Dreaded up and they 'bout it +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it +OTF we 'bout it +Dreaded up and we 'bout it +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it +OTF we 'bout it +[Verse 2] +I got O and Moski on my mind +I lean for Tayski 'nem all the time +Free da guys like 300 times +[? 1:29] that's 300 time +Fuck the feds they gave my daddy life +For my son Imma make it right +The feds gave my daddy life +For my son Imma make it right +Ridin', 2 seaters +750 wit' two eaters +One nigga got two heaters +Ride on me and get blammed up +Soft niggas better man up +That limit squeeze don't jam up +Black mask, hand up +Move or get blammed up +Livin' up to that YOLO +Real niggas better stand up (Let's get it) +Cuff bitches no handcuffs (L's) +Niggas know that we'll band up (drillin') +Niggas better go get it (Let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it +'cept I got on three chains +I got a movie clip like DGainz (L's) +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it +A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow) +You best believe my niggas 'bout it (Let's get it, L's) +Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300) +All black and they 'bout it (let's get it) +OTF we 'bout it +Dreaded up and we 'bout it (let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk) +OTF we 'bout it +[Verse 3] +It's one of them nights (let's get it) +I gotta carry that pipe +Look both ways like dykes +I can't get caught that's life +I'm so BOS nigga +That i gotta blam on sight +So if I see you wit' that light (L's) +Just know I blam you on sight (L's) +Hoes on my dick (let's get it) +Got me on my BJ shit +40' on this replay shit +Mac'll rip up three way shit (let's get it) +Easy to say drill is hard when you ain't drillin' shit +Sippin' for no feelin' shit +Fuck you and yo feelings bitch +I'm rollin' off a hitta +Too many say they drillin' +I go hard with no liquor +Gotta shoot me for a stick up +I do too much to bitch up (let's get it) +This 40' give you nip-tuck +You better keep yo lips tucked (L's) +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it (Let's get it) +A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow) +You best believe my niggas 'bout it (300) +Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300) +All black and they 'bout it (let's get it) +OTF we 'bout it (let's get it) +Dreaded up and we 'bout it (Let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk) +OTF we 'bout itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Royalty[Chorus: RaVaughn] +Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) +Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) +Put a crown on your head and remove the chains +Even diamond chains are for slaves +Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh +Don't taste the poison (Poison) +No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no +'Cause they don't know you're royalty +But they gon' know when they see us +[Verse 1: Nas] +A known fraud once fell on his own sword +Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad +His lady's crazy and it bugs me +Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly +Less then a week ago +He's beatin' his dick to a freak he know +Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone +Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up +Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut +He holdin' his face, he out the door +She yellin' out the window, ""You can stay with that whore"" +Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze +Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more +Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk +Never swung at nobody, never let a gun spark +Big nine-seven Benz with the old body +Pulls up to the corner, out jumps his old hottie +[Chorus: RaVaughn and Nas] +Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) +Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) +Put a crown on your head and remove the chains +Even diamond chains are for slaves +Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh +Don't taste the poison (Poison) +No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no +'Cause they don't know you're royalty (Nigga) +But they gon' know when they see us (Yo) +[Verse 2: Nas] +Football wives, basketball wives +Mistresses slash more tires with knives +They lookin' for a dollar +I'm lookin' for a JoAnne Chesimard to turn to a shotta +Spot a King of Diamonds, Onyx, one bitch get it off the floor +Other chick out of her man's pockets +What kind of shows you be watchin'? +It shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with +I think about settlin' down again, have more seeds +Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes be +Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love +Nothin' like comin' home to grub +Netflix, hugs with a wet kiss +The best shit, take my mind off of makin' records +I need that moral support +Give me a reason to spoil you more +Make 'em jealous of who we are +[Chorus: RaVaughn] +Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) +Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) +Put a crown on your head and remove the chains +Even diamond chains are for slaves +Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh +Don't taste the poison (Poison) +No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no +'Cause they don't know you're royalty +But they gon' know when they see us +[Verse 3: Nas] +Tryna get my niggas legitimate +Shit is ugly, my dudes strugglin', drug dealer shit +Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted Mets cap +Drunk liquor bit, young black militant +Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit +Intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip +Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get +How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship +Motivation, so I get off my ass +I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin' cast +Read the Forbes pages, lookin' at G4s +Wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases +Women with small waists, lonely, I ain't too far +Smoke weed, and count paper +I'm about paper and pussy and buyin' the bar +Fly ass niggas, y'all jealous of who we are +[Chorus: RaVaughn] +Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) +Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) +Put a crown on your head and remove the chains +Even diamond chains are for slaves +Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh +Don't taste the poison (Poison) +No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no +'Cause they don't know you're royalty +But they gon' know when they see usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Da Roof(Lil' Flip) +Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high +On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky +We call it dro'ya'll call it lye +All I need is a sweet to get me by +I'm super fly like Missy +Drink Moette until I'm pissy +I pulled up in a Bentley +Hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P +Blowing that light green +No sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z +And you know me stay blowed puffing and passing +You split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing +(Chorus) +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters +(Lil' Flip) +Smoke all day thats what I do +When I think about my nigga Screw +I break bread with my crew +I smoke green, purple, even blue +I dont know about you but I love to smoke +Play Grand Theft and crack a joke +Or go to the club and snatch a hoe +Thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe +We smoke dro'to get higher +I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires +Cause Haddy's got that fire +And when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay +Like (?whos ya conflict?)or mail man and Drey +So if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy +Cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy +We can roll a sack boy and get so high +But when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes +(Chorus) +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters" +"Vio-LenceWhat up Skizz? +[Verse 1: Lil' Fame] +I'm from where the murderers ride +If you heard that I died you probably vision me shot up +And laying on the stretcher +Cause I ain't the nigga that die from high blood pressure +My demise in the midst of a crime go fresher +Look at his eyes he's ready to die, Lord bless him +It is what it’s gonna be, ain't much that worry me +Can’t care whether is 20 of us or one of me +Gun boys ride with us, niggas still get yapped +Pistol whiped on all monitors, you know what time it is +Low nigga run up, squeeze a couple shots in your shirt +Touch your best out to see if it work (Brang! Brang!) +My niggas get high, get drunk, go ape +Whoop you out for about 20 minutes straight then we rotate +Straight put the beats on em, no brakes +Since way back in the days, nigga's name hold weight +And we still active, still mashin' +Still inspiring, still shining, still firing +[Hook: Lil' Fame] +Violence is a universal language +Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with +(Brang-brang!) We murder ya +BK nigga get down, the dirtiest, we bang +We give 'em the whole thang! +[Verse 2: Ill Bill] +I'm from where the murderers ride +If you heard that I died +You probably picture a hollow bursting out of a nine +And splattered me when it popped, jerked me out of my prime +My fam'll be mad of God, cursing out of the sky +If violence begets violence and death rules everything around me +Dreams are really nightmares, in King’s County +And even though my daughter was born here +Slaughter and war go on here +You'll get your fucking wig blown off here +Let's put the mirror to the violence, an electrify spirit +That defines visionary riots, military science, dignitary silence +Ambassadors are assassinated +From the war-room to the block assassinations are created +Murders are premeditated and orchestrated by a symphony conductor +Sort of when sawed-offs are spraying +The rhythm of the gun shots is like a song is playing +Speaking in the same tongue to God like to talk to Satan +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Shabazz The Disciple] +I'm from where the murderers ride +If you heard that I died +You’d probably picture me slumped over the wheel in my ride +Drugs planted in the trunk, being accused of a crime +Orchestrated by COINTELPRO the FBI +? all on the dashboard, cause my spirits to fly +Wanna see me scalpel ride?? filled with formaldehyde +Police the modern day romans, stolen profits with nines +Like the prophets in black, leaders of what they prophesized +Hood Christ crucified, two G’s on my side +My peter’s heater a sly, cause my Judas demise +I pray I look my angel of death right in his eyes +You coming with me motherfucker, finish this beef in the sky +These last earth memories, the sight was frightening +Hear thunder when the hood Christ, striked the lightning +Ain’t no fuckin hail Mary’s, is hail of slugs +Brain dead on your deathbed, family pull the plug +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Lyte as a Rock[Hook] +I am the Lyte ""a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E +(repeat 3X) +[Milk] +Do you understand the metaphoric phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?' +It's explaining, how heavy the young lady is +You know what I'm saying King? +[King of Chill] +Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte as a Rock' +A simile because of the usage of the word 'as' +And now... directly from the planet of Brooklyn +MC Lyte—as a Rock! +[MC Lyte] +Must I say it again? I said it before +Move out the way when I'm coming through the door +Me, heavy? As Lyte as a Rock +Guys watch, even some of the girls clock +Step back, it ain't that type of party +No reply if you ain't somebody +Get out my face, don't wanna hear no more +If you hate rejection, don't try to score +First base? You ain't got what it takes +You smile, you wink, you big fake flake +You're so pathetic you make my stomach turn +You beg, you borrow, now you have to learn +[Hook] +I am the Lyte ""a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E +(repeat 2X) +[MC Lyte] +Lyte as a Rock, or I should say a boulder +Rolling down your neck, pounding on your shoulders +Never shall I be an emcee, called a wannabe +I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E +This is the way it is, don't ever forget +Hear the rhyme by someone else and you know they bit +All in the way, just little obstacles +Chew em up, spit em out, just like popsicles +Suckers out of my way, we're not on the same wavelength +I show stability, potential and strength +On the other hand, you are weak and unruly +Could never be a spy, cause you're just a plain stoolie +[Hook] +I am the Lyte ""a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E +(repeat 2X) +[MC Lyte] +I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm +Def rhymes on the microphone is what I'm givin +Yes I am a Rock and you are just a pebble +Milk turn up the bass, and Rock adjust the levels +If a rap can paint a thousand words then I can paint a million +Wait, Lyte is capable of painting a bazillion raps +So when I say it, this is what I mean +Audio Two an alliance on the scene +And I'd like to say whassup to my producer King of Chill +Party people are you ready, jam if you will +Never underestimate Lyte the Emcee; I am a rapper who is here +To make the things the way they're meant to be +The World Ultimate, I'm here to take the title +But I had a little trouble upon, my arrival +But I got rid of those who, tried to rock me +Lyte is here, no one can stop me +[Hook] +I am the Lyte ""a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E +(repeat 2X) +[MC Lyte] +There are Hip-Hop leaders, this you know +We also have, hip-hoppers that follow +By the tone of my voice, you can tell I am a scholar +I'm also the leader of the hip-hop followers +Now get this, I'm at a jam and I'm rockin it +Suckers like a checkerboard, when black is clockin it +The grace as I ease across the stage +Bars around the audience, sort of like a cage +They laugh, cause they assume I'm in prison +But in reality, they're locked in +Once again I'll state that I can't be stopped +Cause yo, I am as Lyte, as, Rock! +[Hook] +I am the Lyte ""a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E +(repeat 6X) +[Hook] +I am the Lyte ""a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E +(repeat 4X) +[Hook] +I am the Lyte ""a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E +(repeat 4X to fade)" +"Ghetto Prisoners[Intro] +Uhh +Regulate, nigga +Bravehearts, nigga +Live for this +Some of y'all don't live at all +Get yours, nigga +Get yours, baby +Uhh, yo +Yo +[Verse 1] +As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings +Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings +With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista +From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S +About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move +A lot of rules, some locked in solitude +Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised? +The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah +I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds +My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees +May the children come in all colors, change like leaves +But hold before you one of those prophetic MCs +With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me +Each channelin', from past to present times, heaven shines +Light on those, innocent to how the world grows +Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes +And you accounted for, everything that you heard +Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words +My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +[Chorus] +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. +[Verse 2] +Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings +Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators +Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered +Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation? +One with blind men - not takin' charge of the situation +Empty arguments and real conversations needed +The world'll need it, to hear it +Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb +This hurt come from the honest word +I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned +Find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it +Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it +Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded +To sink in the Atlantic +Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but +Who decides when and if your life is finished? +If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord +May we break away from the chains abroad +[Chorus] +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. +[Verse 3] +You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes +I give you every second low-priced, if I sold lies; the truth is +Time waits for none of you, in fact +He can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you +Small visions of better life if cheddar was right +Lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time +Trapped in the slums, beggin' for nuttin' but takin' +Headed for nuttin' but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin' +Judges is not relatin' to pleas, guns bustin' where the kids play +Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes +In bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A +Around the way where we from +Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young +Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin' man's past +And a newborn's, first time to be here at last +And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain +Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came +Goin' through the same bullshit as our fathers +Readin' history, but who's the authors? +For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder +But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter +Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners.. +[Chorus] +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Watch Your Mouth* samples were not cleared for the official album release +[Raekwon] +Y'know? General, general! Word out... +Yeah... +Aiyyo man.. you poppin fuckers +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan] +It's just rules with beats - you clown niggas can't rule the streets +We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East +Taking over the block! +""From the gate now!"" +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats - you clown niggas can't rule the streets +We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East +Taking over the block, you can't fuck with the block! +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[Raekwon] +Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue Excelero +They lookin for me, what the fuck you behind me for? +Stressing everything I breathe on +I'm from the boulevard where niggas get jacked and peed on +Whatever homey, we more lavish +I might sneak you in the crib, see my lasers and glasses +Try to get my come up on +Yo, and when you see me, you know I got my ""come up"" arm on +Cartier called me up, robbery here +We got your seed in the back of the Beemer starving +We like lion killers, catch me on stage with the gauge +In my right hand, grenade and this leather bomber +I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny +Coughing out corner rappers, don't never walk up on me +I write with only insane Malkovich +My troops gave me money to clown with them, fuck it +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[Masta Killa] +My first gun was a .32, back before uh! +Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine +I prefer the fo' five, stay alive +Techs held the crack gank in '88 +8 oz. straight from Florida, the best temp +Camouflage vest, repping the set +Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad +We up at Spain with that thing thing, my crew strong +We take no search for your party dunn, you know how I run +Spray places, cover faces, beat cases +A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the fuck out +Keep a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja +I injure, any motherfuckin contender +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[Method Man] +Hey bitch, your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up +All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is crimed up +Niggas know where to find us, settin the grind up +Police checkin them pies up, my rims are shined up +Wu! We on the rise up, crops supplied up +Plottin niggas demise up, boxed in conduct +Scratch we got 'em sized up, and when the East is in the house +You, you, you, you, you... +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[Ghostface Killah] +On the side of the projects, grey skully, bubble 'Lo goose +Mac 11 tucked in front of the belly +Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em +We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em +In the van, .45's and dilly's, ready to slam it +House arrest box is goin off, Tony got grams +Gotta bath tub full of white, lay in it like Sam Montana +Tune 'em out, to blow out, chop 'em like fans +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[Inspectah Deck] +This is boulevard hard, lounging in your black car +Camouflage rat guard on ""Stomp the Yard"" +I-N-S spit monster bars, flip long regards +My click dons bitch, y'all are frauds +I get it in like Tim off the glass +Slamming my name, I'm like the prez, sending men off to blast +What I spit, make 'em spend all their cash +I'm so Wu, so new that I ain't ripped off the tags +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[U-God] +RZA done birthed us, some curse on purpose +I'm the grouch, my mouth is a circus +Burner plus a good learner, don't need a hood +All I need's a good burner, Nat Turner +Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk +Rack rooms full of goons with bullet wound birthmarks +From the first spark, you heard my response +(Wu-Tang!) More results talkin 'bout whole crew's mission just lost +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[RZA] +Out the beehive, you dip and you dive +But you still can't survive, you can't see past five +Check the outlook, this is not in the book +You bein dragged across the floor while your 'dro in my hook +Lyrical joust, found all the deal off the books +Steve Rif gave the nod to Universal, good look +Still spit poison venom, Red Monkey and Wu dem +Have any dudes seen the condos? It's all 'em +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +[GZA] +Put my +clan in da front+, +reunite+ 'em +Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't invite 'em +No beef, less talk and more action +We parole as a whole, we'll send you back in fractions +Break through fanatic, low crates deep in attics +The Abbott pulled out a .45, looped with static +I scrolled through the menu then rolled to the venue +The dress code is armor all, put a hole up in him +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)" +"Clinic (I Shoulda Used a Rubber)[Production by Buckwild] +[Kool Moe Dee] +What have I done stuck my dick in? +[Hook] +I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it +And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic +[Big L] +Ayyo, one hot summer night after ballin hard +I went to the phone booth with my callin card +And called up Joelle, yeah you know L +I told her come to the crib, yo mother fuck a hotel +She said she was gonna come at ten +The bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend +You know I'm not a rude brother yo +But I let Joelle in and slammed the door on that other ho +So we was sittin in the livin room kickin it +And all I thought about was stickin it +She was mean, cause you know I wouldn't fuck wit a sleazy ho +Yo we was coolin, watching some TV show +I was crackin sex jokes, tryin to get the puss' +And this bitch was kickin scripts beatin round the bush +Talkin bout rhyme for me L man fuck rhyming +Cause my dick, is hard enough to cut diamonds +I said, ""I hope you ain't tryin to dick tease +Ayyo, cause Big L's quick to tell a bitch leave."" +Ayyo my game started fuckin wit her head soon +Next thing ya know we went straight to the bedroom +I knocked the boots from New York to Santa Fe +And that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray +I caught a cab, on 139 & Lenox +Ayyo, I took it to the neighborhood clinic +Because she gave me gonorrhea +Yo, I'mma kill that bitch, the next time that I see her +[Hook x2] +I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it +And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic +One afternoon I was cruising on the Westside +Bumpin my system, lounging back in a fresh ride +Hoes be hotter than a sauna +So I put the system on max, and bumped my shit on the corner +I saw this girl walkin by who was hype as hell +She was mad point-blank, she was right for L +But she tried to play me like a statue black +I said, ""Sweeheart whats your name?"" +""I gotta man,"" ""I ain't ask you that."" +She said in order to be with me you gotta be rich +You won't be able to switch, I said, ""Fuck you bitch."" +Another girl walked by, I called her +""Excuse me what's your name"" ""Lorraine, what's yours"" +Ayyo, game I kicked well +I said honey my names Lamont, but I'm known as Big L +I was looking smooth with the jewelry +She said, ""L's for Lamont, but what's the Big for?"" ""You'll see."" +Ayyo, my pockets were extra thick +""So what you doin later, oh nothing, then lets catch a flick."" +Yeah, I bagged that ho well +Took her to the triple M, movies, meal, and motel +And when it comes to this I'mma a professor +I didn't molest her I caressed her, undressed her then sexed her +But I must be getting older +Cause I didn't put a helmet on my mother fucking soldier +I started stickin up quick +And the next time I took a piss +A motherfuckin flame shot out my dick +[Hook 4x] +I shoulda worn a rubber, before I went up in it +And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic +[?] +Ayyo L these bitches be burnin’ the dog shit outta niggas, know what I’m sayin’? +[Big L ] +Who you tellin’ man? These bitches nowadays’d have a nigga dick drippin’ lava +[Laughter.] +[Big L] +You know what I’m sayin’? Ayyo, these bitches’ll have a nigga, give a nigga’s balls a heat rash or somethin’ man +[?] +Okay… +[Big L] +Man fuckin’ with these hoes without a rubber nowadays is like bungee jumpin’ with a rope around your neck. That’s like playin’, that’s like playin’ Russian roulette with a shotgun. Ayyo word, ayyo, ayyo man, fuck a rubber man, I’m a start puttin’ balloons on my dick, dog, ayyo I’m a start puttin’ suntan lotion on my dick or somethin’. Ayyo these bitches is triflin’ dog +[?] +Oh man these hoes is triflin' +[Big L] +Ay I’m gettin’ the fuck up out of here man +[?] +Aight, let’s bounce +[Big L] +AightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Tight[Intro: Rah Digga] +Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz +Shit tight, down to the coochie +Yeah, check it +[Verse 1] +And I say what's tight +Cause a sister write rhymes all day and all night +Dwelling South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem +In seclusion, using fake pseudonyms +Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs +With doo rags hangin from my pockets +[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to paediatrics +(Early lessons) rappers like you were straight vixen +So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive +Off of five two fives, disguise the camouflage +I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors +For takin' mad niggas titles! +Wetter than a reservoir; lurking in the bushes +Striking blows like Chesimard code-name Hasana +Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana +Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana +[Hook] +Now, who be writin rhymes all night +Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight +Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite +Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight +[Verse 2: Rah Digga] +A black queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco +I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel +Rap very tight liquor got me different +Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's +I write these tight buttas, creme de la guttas +Call me Sheik Digga +Plotting over loops like the eight figures +Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God +What that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over +See me in the camel Range Rover +Chop, and I won't stop for Jake +And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate +Now show you the way to blow, better than I tell you +Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls +Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +Who's the tightest +I rock with laryngitis +Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest +So don't try me cause I be the bitch, I swear +I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair +Yeah, I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott +Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid +Cause I get you open like the comin of the Pope +When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit +Peace, peace, peace to niggas I rhyme wit +My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin' +We pros, I decompose any rapper to the bone +Down to they X and Y chromosome +So see my name tagged in bold or italics +Bow, bitch, cause I'll be the only one salvaged +Number one imported like Beck's +Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX +[Hook] +[Outro] +Tight, tight, aight +And the plans is tight +Tight, tight, tight +Tight, tight, aight +And the plans is tight +Tight +[Busta] +One, two, three, bo" +"All Dreams Real[Intro: Kanye West] +It's real, all dreams real +My boy text me, he told me, ""Dream big"" +[Interlude: Ant Clemons] +Like the cars that we own now, 'member we used to lease it +Now we undefeated, look at what the team did +[Chorus: Ant Clemons] +All dreams are real +All dreams, real (Real) +All dreams, real +All dreams, real, real +[Verse 1: Ant Clemons] +Spirit of Coltrane with us +Old slang, you know the old sayin' +Ho's saying, ""He sold out,"" out the stores, mane +I like soul beats and pj's, I'm so plain +Opps crowded around my house like I was Houssein +Came and grabbed me out my house like I was insane +Doc sayin', ""There's somethin' wrong with his membrane"" +I've been sufferin' from lack of sleep, bitch, I been drained +Gotta high type of tolerance for that type of pain +Pour some, I wan' go numb 'till it's okay +Here we go, I'm off the drink and now we in things +We was lowkey, heard you wanted to avenge things +We approached, we ain't gon' make it 'till the endgame +Guess that's just what he got to do to get the rent paid +I ain't gon' hate on no man to get a bill paid +Bills ain't the real pain, the real pain is real pain +Your self-hate, self-doubtin', fake love +But +[Chorus: Ant Clemons & Kanye West] +All dreams, real (Real) +It's that no limitations, babe +All dreams, real (Real) +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Yeah, 'Ye cold +But that Trump hat forced me to feel like I like J. Cole, damn +My own city turned they back on me +They thought I told Push about Drake's son, goddamn +Like I ain't want them to run, goddamn +I guess they fall and they dumb, goddamn +I don't care about his son, goddamn +I just rap about me, goddamn +Niggas can't resist publicity for free, goddamn +Always wantin' somethin' like it isn't me, goddamn +Everytime, I rap it, this ain't charity, goddamn +Energy that never die, energy that stay alive +Energy, the synastry I'm finna see a synesthesia +I could see ya, color feel ya +Bona feature, extra features +I'm allegiant, all the deats, all the features +And the teachers and the preachers +They could reach us on the feature +All the leaches, all my features +I was just in the bleachers +Jump the bleachers, I'm a thesis +That's my thesis, Holy Jesus +Um +[Chorus: Kanye West] +All dreams, real (Real) +All dreams, real (Real) +[Outro: Kanye West] +""Gotta let 'Ye be 'Ye"" +Let me? Psh-psh-nigga?" +"Actin’ Crazy[Produced By: Noah ""40"" Shebib & Omen] +[Intro] +Yeah, uh, opportunity be knockin', let a motherfucker in +[Hook] +Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in +I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her +You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Ma, you know I'm still your little baby +[Verse 1] +All my life I was a fuck-up, now I pull the truck up +Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us +See me hangin' out the window, screamin', ""What, what?!"" +No more tough luck, a different cloth is what I'm cut from +Baby, oh, my lord +The cops chasin' Bronson in an all-white Ford +Shit, I'm on that all-night tour +Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw +I'm in a robe dancin' salsa on the top floor +You would swear I'm Puerto Rican, but I'm not, lord +Hot hoes every city that we go, singin' +""Heads high, kill 'em with it now!"" +Uh, all I do is eat oysters +And speak six languages in three voices +It's Adriatic Summers on a sail boat +Don't even try to call, I'm not available for nothin' +Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker +With Anita Baker, uh +[Hook] +Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in +I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her +You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Ma, you know I'm still your little baby +[Verse 2] +Uh, I feel so alive, I think I shit myself +I should kiss myself +I'm starin' at the man inside the mirror +The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOH!) +Goddamn, I'm still cute, ho (Yeah) +All my women play the flute +Saw me plate some melon and prosciutt' +Left handed, make the Fender cry +Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye +Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh +Motherfuckers'll dump heat, from Jump Street +And turn your chest plate to lunch meat +I'm in a Humvee, lookin' like a young me +Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby +I switch the season, now the hair's curled +Tan skin, I need a bad girl +Cause James Brown said, ""It's A Man's World"" +In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl +That's just ""Daddy's Little Girl"" +[Hook] +Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in +I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her +You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? +Ma, you know I'm still your little babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Walk On[Intro: sample (Method Man)] +""Walk on"" (yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1: Method Man] +It's Meth, back on that old shit +Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose with +These flows get, hotter than most chicks, get the picture +I'm focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches, bitch, I'm gone before you noticed +Ducking these coppers, try'nna make the coldest +Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas +Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola +From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture, tell 'em niggas +""Walk on"" +[Verse 2: Redman] +Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain +My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop ya little chain +I'm ready, hip hop is not gon' be the same +Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change +Nigga, I ain't scared, boy, yes sir +If I wasn't a beast, you niggas wouldn't whisper +I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm getting paid daily +Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga ""Walk on"" +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Huh, now go say that I don't quiver, and any chick +Caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger +Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA +Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga +Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me +Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi +Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggas can top me +So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga ""Walk on"" +[Verse 4: Redman] +Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move +Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube +I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too +I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga +Recognize, like Sam Sneed'll ""back down"" +You sick and tired of wack niggas, then act now +I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House +Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga ""Walk on"" +[Verse 5: Method Man] +And beat ya feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put ya g's up +Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up +I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker +Will win, and then ""key"" your car like Alicia +Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter +Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch and meet ya +Might spill a thong, but still a don, still got +Love, for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on ""Walk on"" +[Verse 6: Redman] +Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't need it +If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it +Hop in the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater +Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner +Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady +Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really? +You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood +And when you mimick me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga ""Walk on""" +"Savages[Verse 1] +Look, they took interviews and they flipped 'em on me +Still I rise +They threw crosses between me and my closest homie Webbie +But the shit ain't fly +They asked critics if I did it or ain't did it +What they doin', they searchin' for lies +Dirt on my name, they hurt me inside +What a hell of a tide +I'm feelin' like Koly, my heart cold as a bitch +I was raised in the streets +Lot of nights couldn't sleep, it was deep on my street +I had to prey on the weak +Nigga got loose and a nigga left his head in the street +Now he dead in the street +No shit, we don't go for that ho shit 'round here +Can't be scared on my street +They'll bust your head on the street +If you want beef, dead nigga +All of my niggas are savages, huh +Have you dead by the weekend nigga +I'm tatted up all on my sleeve +Made me risk it then I run to the weed +My cousin found guilty of murder, it's Murder +It's murder, more murder, we raised up in murder +[Chorus] +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas, man all of my niggas +Man all of my niggas are savages +They shoot at you first on that casket shit +All of my niggas are savages +Nigga we don't play that, so I gotta say that +All my niggas are savages +[Verse 2] +Free my nigga D-Bo +And every real nigga that I left thuggin' on the D-row +Move and Lil Fleek my savages +All of my bulls be savages +I must admit that I run with them goons +We know it's inside, we gon' run in the room +We beefin' in May then we comin' for June +My lil niggas don't mind, they do it all the time (homework nigga) +This for my thugs doin' time +Who ready to rumble again +Who ready to jump for the pen +Shit, we ready for Bronson again +Black S shoot a nigga neck +Shit get real if you really wanna take it there +Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger red +Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger red +Same nigga ain't talk when we hit a safe +We all get money, bitch we all shine +Somethin' jump off, we gon' all ride +Love my hood bitch, South Side +[Chorus] +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas, man all of my niggas +Man all of my niggas are savages +They shoot at you first on that casket shit +All of my niggas are savages +Nigga we don't play that, so I gotta say that +All my niggas are savages +[Verse 3] +If you know a nigga locked up, boxed up +Put your hood up, free all my savages +Free all my savages, free all my savages +We don't go for that ho shit 'round here nigga +We'll show shit 'round here nigga +Shit all my niggas got extensions 'round here boy +Rest in peace to my savages +We all gotta die, we savages +Rest in peace to my savages +We all gotta die, we savages +We ride or we die, we savages +Rest in peace to my savages +Tattoos for my savages +Tatted up 'cause my savages +[Chorus] +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas, man all of my niggas +Man all of my niggas they savages +Hit you up in traffic bitch +All of my niggas get nasty bitch +They pull it up on you in traffic with it +All my niggas are savagesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Wake the Dead[Verse 1] +Final, time's off +Time's up, time off +Had it been, final +Turnin' up, tie in all +Heaven all wrecked, ooh +Done had it with this reign, mhm +It was written, so I read +Three stacks on the bed +I think they woke the dead +[Chorus] +Think they woke the dead, mhm +They can't keep me on the meds, doctor won't +But they, won't slow down my breath, uh +It's so many less, I think they woke the dead +[Segue] +I think they woke the dead +[Chorus] +Think they woke the dead, doctor won't +They can't keep me on the meds, doctor won't +But they, won't slow down my breath, uh +It's so many less, I think they woke the dead +[Verse 2] +Just like David said +Grindin' for the bread +Designin' for the blessed, uh +There's so many less, I think they woke the dead +Doctor won't, ah, ooh-yeah, doctor won't (Ooh-yeah) +Doctor won't, three stacks on the bed, doctor won't +I think they woke the dead +[Chorus] +Think they woke the dead, mhm +They can't keep me on the meds, doctor won't +But they, won't slow down my breath, uh +It's so many less, I think they woke the dead +[Outro] +Final, time's off +Time's up, time off +Had it been, final +There's so many less, I think they woke the dead +Time stopped, my loss +All they wish, my loss +Every stop, that's your loss +It's so many less, I think they woke the dead +Final, time's off +Time's up, time off +Had it been, final +It's so many less, I think they woke the dead" +"Heartbreak*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, Yeah +Yeah +Heartbreak +Yah, Yah +Yah, Yah +Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Wake up with the stars +Bad bitches in my room +Only time I got the chance +That's why I told you the truth +Hold up, wait yeah I'm on a roll +Post up with they hoes +Gotta go Just to get them go +Cause I'm on my own +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak +Car fast do the dash I'm on my way +Came up from the bottom all the way +Now they looking at me cause I'm not the same +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah +I took off on niggas that hate and made my escape +Not from this state cause I'm from outer space +That bitch she with me get dropped like a snake +All this cash on me I need me a rake +That's why all these bitches be all in my face +But they can not get nothing from me no way +Just trynna get over this heartbreak +Car too fast I hit the brakes +Car too fast I hit the brakes +Too much cash might break the safe +Too much cash might break the bank +I do what I want anything to change +Just trynna keep me from going insane +Wake up everyday as I live through the bape +They plottin on me got me all in the aim +(Me all in the aim) They better not miss +Cause I come with a bangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I Got a Story to Tell[Intro] +Who y'all talkin' to, man? +Ugh +Check it out, check it out +This here goes out to all the niggas that be fuckin' mad bitches +In other niggas' cribs +Thinkin' shit is sweet +Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha +Live niggas respect it—check it +[Verse] +I kicked flows for you, kicked down doors for you +Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for you +Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped +Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-mat-tac +We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat +""Sweetness, where you parked at?"" +Petiteness, but that ass fat +She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that— +I'm fuckin' with you +The bitch official, though; dick harder than a missile, yo +Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio +Yo, the bitch push a double-O with the five in front +Probably a conniving stunt +Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her +Find the deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? +Then we all get laced +Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em +The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit +She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks +Nigga trick ridiculous, the shit was plush +She's stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush +We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous +I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz +My 112 CD blast, I was past +She came twice, I came last, roll the grass +She giggle, saying, ""I'm smoking on homegrown"" +Then I heard a moan, ""Honey, I'm home!"" +Yup, tote chrome for situations like this +I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this +Now I'm like, ""Bitch, you better talk to him +Before this fifth put a spark to him +Fuck around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him +Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."" +She beggin' me to stop, but this cat gettin' closer +Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cock the toast, ugh +Before my eyes could blink +She screams out, ""Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"" +He go back downstairs, more time to think +Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient +She don't know I'm cool as a fan +Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man +But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill, though +Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo +It came to me like a song I wrote +Told the bitch, ""Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope"" +Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face +Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase +Played the cut, nigga coming off some Love Potion shit +Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless +Dropped the glass, screaming, ""Don't blast, here's the stash! +A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"" +Nigga pulling mad G's out the floor +Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door +Grab the keys to the Five, call my niggas on the cell +""Bring some weed, I got a story to tell,"" ugh, ugh +[Outro] +""Yo, man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe what the fuck happened to me. 'Member that bitch I left the club with, man?"" +""Yeah."" +""Yo, stinky, yo. I'm up in this bitch crib—this bitch fuck with one of them ol' Knick-ass niggas and shit. I'm up in the spot, so, you know—"" +""Who, God?"" +""I don't know, I don't know which one of them niggas. One of them six-five niggas, I don't know."" +""Yeah."" +""Anyway, I'm up in the motherfuckin' spot. So, boom, I'm up in the pussy, whatever-whatever. I sparks up some lah, Pa Duke creeps up in on some..."" +""Get the fuck out!"" +""Must have been rained out or something, because he's in the spot."" +""Get the fuck out of here! Oh, shit!"" +""Had me scared, had me scared to death! I was shook, Daddy. But I forget I had my Roscoe on me."" +""Ah, yeah, I know you had the heat!"" +""Always."" +""Hahahaha."" +""You know how we do. So anyway, the nigga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps. The bitch all shook—she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit."" +""Ooh, shit!"" +""She gettin' mad nervous. But I said, 'Fuck that man! I'm the nigga!'"" +""I know you was finna clap 'em."" +Yeah, nigga. You know how we do it, nigga—ransom note-style. Put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face +""Aight!"" +""Gagged that bitch up, and played the cizzut."" +""Ahahaha!"" +""Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot, I flash the Desert in his face. He drops the glass. Looked like the nigga pissed on his damn self or somethin, word to my mother! Word to my mother, yo."" +""Ah, shit!"" +""This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers. Mad papers."" +""Oh, shit, what? Yo, I told you that bitch was a scheisty bitch, cuz! Word to mother, I used to fuck with her cousin, but you ain't know that!"" +""Hahaha."" +""You ain't even know that shit! Really, though."" +""I put all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack, and, ugh! Two words: 'I'm gone!'"" +""Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt... No doubt!"" +""Y'all niggas got some lah? Y'all got some lah?"" +""No doubt!"" +[Produced by Buckwild and Chucky Thompson]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Supa Ninjaz(repeating in background: ""rock, the body body -- rock the body body"" +[U-God] +Dino the dart specialist +Knahmean? +Golden Arms, yo +Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing +What? Check it +[Verse 1: U-God] +The all eye seein, heavenly divine +The truth brings out, the temper in my spine +A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me +I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh) +A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy +Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi +A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts +Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?) +Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin +The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em +Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains +I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement +For mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior +America the grave for gun wavers (what?) +The wave runners, what the blood seed again +Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm) +The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds +With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes +[Verse 2: Method Man] +Hmm, I spy, with my crooked eye +Full metal street soldiers, born to die +Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime +Niggas can't be touched here, the true and livin +Night vision unseen, like Gene +When I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison +In the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin +To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted +By tracks that be True Mastered, opposites attract +Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself +Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt +Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt +What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot +I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett +Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien +About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live +Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin +T2 Judgment day comin, nobody's safe +When I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase +When the coppers give chase, I give em finger +The only hip-hop singer, to tell America +To kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya +From this major misbehavior, heavy hands +Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate +Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate +Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state +Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate +Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate +Army tank, high rank, got the bank +Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York +To Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day +To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's +To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days +With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead +The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead +Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform +Shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don +Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest +We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born +(""Rock, the body body - rock the body body"") - repeat til fadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Goner[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy +Yeah baby, let's do it +[Ghostface Killah] +Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion +Girl, and still don't got no ring? +Back then, you was alot younger, now you older +Broke my heart, on what you had in the stroller +On the low, that could of been me, Huggie down +Fly and handsome, talk about little Starksky +With little Barkley's, little car seat +Two years later, here comes little Sharneese +I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you? +And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through? +Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through +Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove +But umm, besides the lane, you look the same +Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang +Ankle bracelets, that Donna Kay shit +I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips +Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit +Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit +Pardon me, excuse my French +Just read my lips, girl, everything's me +[Hook 2X: Lloyd] +He's a goner, hey, you just say the word +Baby girl, I'm on that, hey, anything you need +Anything you want, want, hey, hey +Cuz he don't know I gotcha +Anything you need, I gotcha +Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, look around, everybody sipping on Rosette +All in our business, they wanna be nosey +He's with her, gonna be all in the streets, like a Jeep, tomorrow +Don't worry, let's breeze the bar +And in case I ain't tell you, those jeans is hard +And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight +Run into the po-lice, fuck them niggas +I pull out, like a tooth, when the back is rotten +Finish 'em off, like your menstrual, after you spotting +Ghost can't complain, 5'6"", swinging those hips +And my miss got me wanting to sing +Walking down the street, watching ladies +I got by watching you, watching you +I want you, like if I ain't got nothing to do +[Hook 2X] +[Lloyd] +Somebody better call the cops +Cuz if that thing cock back, it's gon' pop +Once me stop moving, it ain't gon' stop +Whatever that girl wants, you know she got shopping +Somebody better check the swag +We rack up and never check the tags +We just stuffed it all in the bag +Oh, you mad? Well, too bad +[Hook 2X]" +"​teen romance[Chorus] +I met her by chance +I said, ""I really like your pants"" +I know you got a man +Gimme your hand (Fuck it) +Teen romance +Gimme this dance +Yeah, I took a Xan (Yeah) +I hope you understand (She don't) +Let me guide you +To a place where +No one hurts you +You are safe here with me (With me, with me) +[Chorus] +I met her by chance +I said, ""I really like your pants"" +I know you got a man +Gimme your hand (Fuck it) +Teen romance +Gimme this dance +Yeah, I took a Xan (Yeah) +I hope you understand (She don't) +Let me guide you +To a place where +No one hurts you +You are safe here with me66EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Gucci Gang 2[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Pump] +Gucci Gang +Jetski +Thank you, Fizzle +Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane] +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, burr) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got on take-a-nigga-bitch cologne (Chanel, gang) +Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci +Hit in the back, while she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked on that bitch then I told her to get off (Ooh, damn) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Mil on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh) +She sucked on my dick so hard, she ripped the skin off (Skin off) +She said I changed (Changed) +My racks got bigger and my dick got bigger (Got bigger) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +My bitch got ass, my wrist got ligma (Ass) +I'ma go fuck a bad bitch on Twitter (On Twitter) +Who you with? Paris Hilton? Bring your sister (Patricia) +If she don't got a car, I'ma pick that bitch up +I smoked this blunt, and forgot about her (Smoke) +Slam that pussy, rock bottom (Rock bottom) +I nutted in her eye, I gave her Gucci goggles (Woo) +I was in the stripper bowl, and I blew a million dollars +Pop molly, pop collar, pop it (Ooh, yeah) +I think I fucked on your daughter, ooh +Blow the whistle, I ain't gotta call her (Ooh) +Stomp on his ass like I play for the Dodgers (Chyeah) +James Harden, my roster (Yeah) +I fucked her, ooh, I lost her (I lost her) +I can't find her (Where she at?), she a foster +This ecstasy turned me to a monster (A mess) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane] +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, burr, burr) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got on take-a-nigga-bitch cologne (Chanel, gang) +Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci +Hit in the back, while she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked on that bitch then I told her to get off (Ooh, damn) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Mil on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +She sucked on my dick so hard, she ripped the skin off (Skin off) +She said I changed (Changed) +My racks got bigger and my dick got bigger +[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] +I may be a dropout, but still I'm not a failure (Nah) +I grew up 'round drugs, guns, and paraphernalia (Yeah) +Gucci Mane, I show ya way better than I can tell ya (Huh) +I sold pints like lemonade, but my new drop is yellow (Bling) +It's Gucci but right now I got a Louis V sombrero (LV) +You all cap like a motherfuckin' scarecrow (Cap) +Ho stick like velcro (Huh) +Lil Pump and Guwoper though (Guwoper though) +Keep this scale like poppa though +I'm still screamin' late choppa glow +Gucci Gang, can't stop us though, no, no +No shirt, all this ice on, eskimo (Burr, burr) +Red bottom, red along, the red limo (Whoa) +I'ma worth my demo, yeah, that's my emo squad (It's Gucci) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane] +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, burr, burr) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got on take-a-nigga-bitch cologne (Chanel, gang) +Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci +Hit in the back, while she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked on that bitch then I told her to get off (Ooh, ooh) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Mil on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh) +She sucked my dick so hard, she ripped the skin off (Skin off) +She said I changed (Changed) +My racks got bigger and my dick got bigger1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"No Haters[Intro: Skooly] +London on da Track, bitch! +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +We catch a body and we laugh about it +I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it +Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying +Skinny tires on a salad diet +Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like ""Fuck everybody!"" +Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies +Yeah, I fuck so long, it feel like exercising +I'll test a lion before testifying +All I got is hitters in my squad +I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job +I could get you killed, it just take a head nod +I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline +Zero fucks given +I make her come to the condo butt naked 'cause, bitch, ain't no stealin' +She still come visit, she don't wan' leave +She compared it to me leaving a witness +I said, ""I get it,"" I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches +And this AK is not for decoration +Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies +I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages +Hey, if she can suck a dick and snort a Quaalude +Then, ooh, baby, you got my full attention +Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage +Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it +I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds +Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body +Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down +Yeah, and catch you slipping like you playing hockey +Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it +Yeah, I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it +Uh, money and drugs, I'm talkin' math and science +Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet +Chopper leave you with a half a body +Make sure he dead, before we leave, my nigga, grab his wallet +Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers +I told Obama, ""Fuck with me, you know I got it"" +Slime, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it +I know somebody that know somebody +Look, traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying +It's agonizing but it's gratifying +Squad! I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job +I could get you killed, it just take a head nod +Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline +Hold up, you ain't got no hitters in your squad +I could get you killed, that's my real day job +I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fucking hate crime +Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile +I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob +Pockets looking like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod +Bust your motherfucking egg 'til I see egg nog +My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob +Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? +Cause we gon' throw 'em up and we gon' give 'em hang time +I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time +That's that James Brown, and that's that James Bond, ooh +We catch a body and we laugh about it +It's catastrophic but we glamorize it +It's agonizing but it's gratifying +Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh! +Chopper leave you with a half a body +No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded +Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me +Triple A: Astronomic And Atomic +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi +And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait +And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Staten Go Hard[Intro: Brevi (Raekwon)] +We go hard (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +What's happening man? Can I eat too, man? +We go hard, yeah, yeah, Rapper's Island, Rapper's Island) +[Chorus x4: Brevi] +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Wu put Staten on the map (that's right) +This is gat hoodie rap fuck around, put a fully in your back +You might make my toolie act (word?) +I only run for the bread, lightning strike +Fly one in your hat, black +And if your man test my skill +I promise he will die in the field +My money's long, my homeboy's is real +They broke, but will shoot to kill +Flashing, big Uzis make movies +Cut niggas faces, pretty boys, groupies +Ride through the city, guns on, kufies +Living like jail, it's real, y'all coochies +You know I'm, back at it, and asthmatic +Always mad jiggy, I love fashion +Plus love flashing B9's, 38's huggin' weight +I'm straight, watch the nigga traction +[Chorus x4: Brevi] +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +[Hook x2: Raekwon] +S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Wu-Tang, went platinum, Meth platinum +Ghost, Chef, platinum, that's the raw, captain +We war, y'all acting, sister rapping +Ol' Dirty B-A-S-T, platinum +Seliln' nose candy, blackberry, brandy +Turtle necks, 40 belows, flow dandy +Living in the hell, I Am Legend, 7's +Played out, weapons, courtrooms, blessings +Brooklance, we rip 'em, rip 'em +Tire marks flip 'em, figure eights then strip 'em +Kill 'em, sell 'em, might trade 'em, save 'em +Hit an OG where it keep cool, play 'em +Never mind, we on grinding, my linemen +Puff hardest rhymers, call us on assignments +Bujo's, tigers, lions, up in Brooklyn House +Ask about us, niggas know what time it is +[Chorus x4: Brevi] +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +[Hook x2: Raekwon] +S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again +[Verse 3: Brevi] +Well I'm all grown up, I've learned my ways +Posted on the block every god damn day +Once them cops come driving by +Tuck your shit and get the fuck inside +Post up, I'ma hit you when it's time +When you see the helicopter, be prepared to ride +Get some shots out, we done talking +Staten Island, stand up +I know some mean motherfuckers from the S to the I +R-O-D's, we all ready to die +Park Hill in this bitch, Stapleton +Now Born, stand up, West Brighton +From the heart of the Port Richmond +We go hard, we go hard, we go hard +We go hard, we go hard in this bitch +[Chorus til fade: Brevi] +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +Staten, we go hard, we go hard +[Hook x2: Raekwon] +S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again +[Outro: Raekwon] +Yeah, all my niggas behind the wall, yeah +That's for you +S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again +That's real, you know the half, we might take your life" +"Outro[Verse 1] +A-yo, everybody get the fuck out! Right now! +The Meth Lab is closed, Crystal Meth coming soon! +Shout out 3rd Digala" +"Belly[Intro] +I'm from the beast of the Belly +I'm from the beast of the Belly +[Chorus] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +Bitch be like Tommy of ""Belly"" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow +[Post-Chorus] +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name Kionna (Kionna) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hanging with the killers and robbers +[Verse 1] +I fuck your bitch with no condom +Now you take care of my family +Mixing the lean with yo drama +That shit tastes like Cotton Candy +Keisha put dick in her belly +Kionna never wear no panties +I beat it, I feel like I'm Danny +I'm skrrting out in the White Rovers +You driving Toyota Corollas +The Bentley, it's system, no solar +My bitch's skin look like it's mocha +I pull out my dick and I poke her +My gun, I swear, ain't got no holster +I hit yo ass right with the toaster +We bout it, 'bout it like Magnolia +If you walk fast, my gun will slow ya +I tear a hole in you like donuts +I'm whippin' that white like the Jonas' +I'm fuckin' yo bitch for the bonus +Um, please show me, um, my opponent +I'm likin' the way that I'm flowin' +You look at my chain, now it's snowin' +Snakes all in the grass, get to mowin' +Extendo on gun and then I get to blowin' +[Chorus] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +My bitch like Tommy of ""Belly"" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow +[Post-Chorus] +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hang with killers and robbers +[Verse 2] +Ayy +Chain colder, cold-hearted, ayy +Diamond flawless, I'm important, ayy +I rock Visvim, this ain't Jordan, babe +Hundreds all on them hoes, ayy +Spending money with my bros, ayy +Throwing shots at my foes, ayy +Drinking lean, this ain't rosé +Bandana tied, feel like I'm 2Pac, ayy +I'm grilled up like an ox, ayy +Me and my bitch in the house, ayy +She tried to argue me out, ayy +What is this I'm all about +She said ""Who the fuck is Kionna?"", ayy +I said ""It's only you, Keisha"", ayy +Then it's my dick what I feed her +Keisha my main +Got Kionna on the side, Like Chicken Caesar +I swerve in the Range +All my whips, I got work and I use an egg beater +Dress up like I'm homeless +I'm gon' walk up to your whip and watch you lose your brain +Been in this game +I might go to Africa, money insane +[Chorus] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +My bitch like Tommy of ""Belly"" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow +[Post-Chorus] +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hang with the killers and robbers12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Waddup G’z[Hook] +What up? +What up G's +What, what up? +What up G's +What, what up? +[Prodigy] +It ain't nothing but this murder rap +It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but these money stacks +It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but the same old +Plan that we had planned from the front door +I write a 16 and disrespect your whole career +Compared to me you sound like an amateur +Just a novice; I'm an expert word smith +Playing games I'm an animal with this +We're not the same, that's very fucking obvious +You're not a made mobster you're an obelisk +Don't let me catch you in the streets you're a sandwich +Or picnic, pick a nigga I will damage +Little boy get his motherfucking head flew +It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing I ain't been through +My practice makes perfect aim +Nah you're not ready for war, bang bang +[Hook] +[Prodigy] +It ain't nothing but this murder rap +It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but these money stacks +It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but the same old +Plan that we had planned from the front door +I'll pop a shot that'll wrap up your whole life +One shot, one shot and it's good night +Nice and neat, tuck 'em in the with the white sheet +Sleeping bags for them fags trying to fight me +Can't fight it, this was meant, this was meant to be +You a false prophet, P is eternally +At odds with the Devil, stay try'na murder me +But I keep comin' back like a dope fiend +Watch me spawn back with no jewelry on +Born again, it's on again, let's get it on +It be a slaughter, turn this shit Sodom and Gomorrah +I cut a snake nigga head off, yeah +And I stick with my dogs, be like +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"A-Alike B-Alike C-Alike[Intro] +Wut' up world this is Cappadonna +I'm back in the buildin', I'm chillin' +Big up to my offspring and all of them +Starlita and my little daughter and all of them, Starsia +Ya know what I'm sayin', Caprice +My homie squad, little Garret Jr +Ya know what I'm sayin', original Tayzeen, Angelo Vaughn +My man Supreme, ya know what I'm sayin' +We in here, straight up, yo.. +[Verse 1] +Somebody gotta tell me that the world gonna end +Everythin' we doin' now gonna come to an end +God created us likewise, men and women +Three fourths of earth's surface has got shit swimmin' in it +But now to self preventative truth every minute +The mind is infinite, I detect no limit +Can't poison the gods, we see through your gimmicks +Mind detects mind let the little star shine +A-alike reflect light got the cure for swine +Educate, wise up, never fallin' behind +Love hella right, yeah took a fall one time +But I'm back to retract all the right and exact +Add on to light bill power, niggas subtract +Got caught in the serious act, Allah akhbar +I've seen sins and they're foreheads scarred +Tried to take away my happiness, but I studied too hard +I'm like new music right now, good in the yard +Hate the belly in three separate rate in our squad +360 degrees we form and revolve +All the way around the world then them back in them tall?? carts +Bringin' in the high science like good report cards +[Chorus] +A-alike, B-alike, C-alike, reflect light +Young brothers growin' up gotta respect right +You can neva' be a part of this, with you to neglect tight +All you gotta do is read and you could perfect sight +[Repeat 2x] +[Verse 2] +Let your mind absorb the energy as I convince thee +Dig deep down inside yourself and set yourself free +Get set yourself apart from which you used to be +And get used to me, yeah I speak the truth from what I see +Understand clearly, say it loud so the planet hear me +Hip-hop nigga for real, knights and all that +Do-rags tied to tha' back, know you could feel that +Baggy jeans flow that'll rip the cordless +Fit yo' hat shit that make you get on tha' floor quick +Hard knock life, Rock the Bells kinda vibe +Like Vibe magazine, mad colors and rides +Killa bees on the swarm, all my brothers is wise +You know I love hip-hop and it gets me high +So when the zoo lit, all my fans know when I'm fried +And I'm still somethin' where the beat's at, so I could build somethin' +Few thoughts slayin', I'mma start to kill somethin' +No matter how it go down, I keep the feel jumpin' +[Repeat Chorus 2x] +[Outro] +To all my dawgs man, just pumpin' that iron +Word up, keepin' that rice in that pot +Single arrowsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Surgical Gloves[Intro: Raekwon] +Eight million stories, nigga +Take y'all niggas somewhere, man +Y'all niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man +This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man +For real, man +Ayo +[Verse 1] +Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood +""Homie, hold that"", the four black +We black down, Gold Jag' +Ol' laughing, yo, ""Yo, what the fuck happened?"" +""They clapped him in the scalp, it flew that way"" +""Yo, why they capped him?"" It went through his lap +Snatched his Audemars Pig-et, took his man gold, get at +He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it, hit a child +This is foul, but he styled with his flamer, flaming shit +Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols +Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo +Angel, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang, though +Kept it sideways, angle +Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thing-os +I respect on how the game goes +The same goes for get-fresh niggas, test niggas +Extra blessed niggas with them egos +We blow you out your peacoats +Haha, ah, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo +Keep it moving, slide off in the G-Os +""Freeloaders, the D's over +Your shit won't sell no more, breeze over"" +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears +All my niggas sit, smelling the tears +Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life +Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? +(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby +(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah +(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah +(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year +[Verse 2] +Yeah, X6 is red, up in Albany with the dreads +Bags of black, fuck the feds, papers in Arubas +Gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads +Cameras, action, got the calico cranked +""Where the food at?"", Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that +Long-chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that +Baby blue Mac, stones on the nozzle stick +Bulletproof Broccos with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks +Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every Ziploc +And my peoples sit around, cops split that +High potent white Kit-Kats, we sell up in the hood +Going door to door, every floor, every get back +My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man +""Here go a gram +Meet me by my drophead and drop your lid back"" +Forty-seven quick claps (Spray off on something) +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears +All my niggas sit, smelling the tears +Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life +Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? +(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby +(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah +(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah +(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year +[Outro: Raekwon] +Spray on one of y'all, man +Streets is mine, nigga +You know what we do, for real +Straight up +It's how we playing right now, man +'Cause the streets, man +Streets is making y'all niggas see, man +But some of y'all is blind +For real" +"Welcome To the Get Back (Intro)Got my nigga Chase Davis on the beat +Welcome to the EP, feel me? +The Get-Back, Gang, you know? +I'm doin' this shit for my brothers +All my niggas I lost +My momma, my sisters, I'm doin' this shit for everybody +Can't forget nobody +I ain't leavin' nobody behind +But if you left me behind, that's on you +Or thought you left me behind, feel me? +The EP, The Get-Back, Gang +The Get-Back, Gang +The Get-Back, Gang +Get back, get back, get back, get back +Gang, gang, gangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Fangirl[Intro: Lil Tracy & BetterOffDead] +Bitch I feel like Fish Narc +BetterOffDead Nigga +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Callin', shawty callin’, why you call girl? +She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah) +Big bands, gettin' big bands, but it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?) +Tracy keep a full clip (Krah) +Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I’m made to (Like I'm made to) +Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you) +Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah) +GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pff) +[Verse: Gab3 & Lil Peep] +Now I'm feeling like a boss when I walk through +Yeah, I'm hangin’ out with Goth, and the thot too +Now you’re someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to) +No, I could never love a bop, that is not true +I got diamonds on my ring, and my Glock too +Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too +She was doing cocaine in the bathroom +Now she doing more K in the back room +He don’t mob with the gang, though +Yeah, I'm ridin' with the bankroll +Rolling with the TEC like I'm Draco +I’m with the Jack pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Callin', shawty callin', why you call girl? +She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah) +Big bands, gettin' big bands, but it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?) +Tracy keep a full clip (Krah) +Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I'm made to) +Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you) +Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah) +GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pff)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"7 Pounds[GZA] +Speaking of this artform, the slang is dangerous +MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us +Fighting to reach the egg, biting and lose a leg +Odds are like 1 to 10 million, the kin thread +One from a thousand speaks in his own voice +The other 999, imitates without choice +They never even knowing it, until the going gets rough +You see the Amplified Sample I'm throwing with +I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens +See the rockets red glare like the guns when clapping +They still cage matching MC's thats scrapping +Not the UFC, but my opponent is tapping +So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred +I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred +Also stop this uncalled for behavior +Insipid back cats, they lack taste and flavor +[Hook: GZA] +Got word from the wise to let it drop +Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop +Because regardless to whom or what, even the door shut +I'm giving 'em straight raw, you bringing them all cut +Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop +Raps so out of shape and far from tip top +Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels +Dictators next to rebels, and Gods against devils +[GZA] +No time for backwards thinking, let's think ahead +If you want to sleep when you awake then make your bed +Alotta MC's came to see me on referals +Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils +These cutting edge methods from the most specialized +Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly +The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart +Your ear love to hear the God, ripping tracks apart +Me to hip hop, is like Einstein to science +A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance +Complex individual that you dream of being +Intellectual challenging, the all eye seeing +Got an appetite for heat, so then come and bite the beat +And digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat +[Hook]" +"Fam (Members Only)[Intro: RZA] +Yo, yeah check it... yo, yo yo yo +Yo, if you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan +You get ya nose gets swolled up like Toucan +If you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan +You get ya nose swollen up like Toucan +If you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan +You get ya nose swollen up like Toucan Sam +And we don't give a damn +Bullets soaked in oil so the Tec can't jam +[Verse 1: RZA] +Sipping on Caribbean rum, coconut juice +Smoking on that chocolate stick, open up two +Bottles of that brass monkey on some drunkie [shit] +You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey's [dick] +I'm from back in the days, with the Christopher Hayes +On my back, striped out black +You like that? Seven rays in my head +My girl stays in the bed and she love to lay the eggs +[Verse 2: Masta Killa] +Prepare for the mic onslaught swift with the sword +Slick Lord, holding my weight home and abroad +The crowd roared for the peeps playing for the streets +I reaped and sewed, scriptures weaved and vowed +Behold gold for the people equal +Fresh on the weekend +Wu-Tang, Biggie Smalls live at the Beacon +Backstage drinks on the house the show was banging +Brothers Grey Goosing, Wu was Tanqueraying +Allah teaching schools in session, the Gods speaking +I'm just knowledging +Snake handshakes and fake hugs +Waiting for the hour to devour +And splatter ya heads to powder +I'm a slave to the rhythm +But never to a mental deafened power +The hour has come +We got y'all eleven to one son +You done off, too late to break north +Tactics are hazardous to the health, bomb stealth +Rifle stay M-16, know what I mean? +Know what I mean? +[Break: Masta Killa (+RZA)] +Yo Just, what we (stand for?) Loyalty +What we strive for? Righteousness +What we live and (die for?) +Strictly fam members only +Yo (strictly fam members only) +Yo, yo Just, what we (stand for?) Loyalty +What we strive for? Righteousness +What we live and (die for?) +(Strictly fam members only) +(Strictly fam members only) +[Verse 3: RZA] +A-yo, a-yo, great minds think alike +We used to drink all night +Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right +Ice cold bottles of brass, time flashes +A hundred blunts passes +Before the God asked us +What's the square miles of the planet? +Why is the axis slanted? +How much is covered by water? +How much is granite? +True-I-Master-Equality, God body be +Flowing like the chi energy inside your artery +Faithful as a Palestine rock against a tank +The force of my will still kill shooting blanks +Just from the sound alone ya heads blown +Still scoring in the red zone you best of head home +Or get thrown to the dead zone, son we need to live +Interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids +[Break: RZA] +Yo Just, what we stand for? +What we strive for? +What we live for? +What we give for? +What we die for? +Strictly fam members only +Strictly fam members only +[Verse 4: GZA] +I grew up around block parties ready to rock +Behind the rope [nigga] with my rhyme on cock +Verse shot, first [nigga] who had [shit] to pop +My bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred flocks +Seventy-percent goose, thirty duck +Get stuck, if each link in your chain is struck +Can't come in the rhyme cypher with non-snipers +Charge off the juice from the pied pipers +Grew up around B-Boys, DJs, MCs +Through rap, never thinking their ways of TV +It was strictly all about about magnificent rhyme clout +The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, three without +Now it's wigs pushed back, name's removed +Off the plaque, too wild to reenact +With tax, that's the price to pay, my goal is to +Aim and spray; my night is the same as day +[Hook: RZA] +Yo Just, what we stand for? +What we strive for? +What we live for? +What we give for? +What we die for? +Strictly fam members only +Strictly fam members only +Yo Just, what we stand for? +What we strive for? +What we live for? +What we give for? +What we die for? +Strictly fam members only +Strictly fam members only" +"Movas & Shakers[Intro] +This goes out to all my niggas +Spendin they last on gas, grass and ass +And to all my ladies playin in bars free drinks +And shit push it up push it up +[Chorus] +Keep on, ya don't stop , if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop +If ya won't stop maybe ya can't stop +So keep on, keep on an on ya keep on +Ya don't stop, if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop +If ya won't stop than ya can't stop +So keep on, keep on an on +[Verse 1] +Rebellious-I, felonas city slicker +Real nigga hit ya district with the impact of a twista +Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes +My poems were found next to dinosaur bones +Perform by the elders before the king's throne +This style has no origin or birth date +And scientists research can not calculate +The great mind skatin' through space and time +Vibratin' thru the bass lines that stun man kind +Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts +Vocals that smash out the bullet proof glass +Rippin' through your 15's like Wolverine +Sick with the lyric there be no vaccine +You attach with the tractor beam, rap fiend +And all heads who feel it lick off a magazine +[Chorus] +[Verse 2] +We trip the light, ride to the rhythms of the night +Skin tight honeys show me love at first sight +Work light crazy legs nonstop body rock +My hip hop drop you to your knees in shock +Watch for the spot rushers, slang hustler +Lackluster skills, salute the drill instructor +Yes yes y'all I heard the 'S.O.S.' call +INS to the rescue about to bless y'all +Got 'em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall +They ants y'all and I remain to stand tall +Can't fall, son'll restore like Michael Jackson off the wall +Singin' life ain't so bad at all +When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things +Like foreign cars, fancy clothes, and diamond rings +My exotic dancers keep shakin' ya thing +To my niggas on the streets thats soon to be king +[Chorus] +[Verse 3] +Keep on keep on an on +Last call for alcohol bartender two Kahlua's and milk +With crushed ice in the blender +What up love? +Lets jelly off the dance floor +Before ya man come lookin' for points he can't score +More than you bargained for, deserve an encore +Putt 'em down, you put 'em up till ya sore +Motion picture thoughts project in wide screens +Laced off the lime green, duckin' high beams +Swift sword, making fetti out the bill board +Rap pro, throwin' up bombs like Jeff George +Catch me next tour feel free to explore +Don't sweat me at the door like we met before +Tryin' to dick ride, I'm inside where the chicks hide +Quick slide move, we lootin' the spot... +Quick slide move, we lootin' the spot +[Chorus]" +"Only Built 4 Gucci Drip[Verse 1: Lord Goat] +Exotic crops, in [powder] from Fiji +[Vokin] top-hats and a pop-off like ecstasy from Houdini +Got that Ally Sheedy +Selling ziti out the twenty-eight +All fiends on Farragut seek out [Furicis] +Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede +A slave in a cage, numerous hustles +Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid +Satyricon gimmicks and [carpeter] lyrics +Hard like scords are Hasidic's +After [chavas] but before business +[Kid is in lines I'm with Donald Goines, it's a crime] +We’re abortions that survived, takin’ portions of ya spine +Stay unlawful ‘til we die, [upper church] stay high +Let the reverend run up a tab ten bundles and eight pies +Heist of the century, sellin’ ice out the Chevy like Garfield +Except I bake pies with [lasagna and raw penny] +Monsters and rock, sniffin’ Panama, catch a vacant stare +Lost in the haze catch a taste like Jamaican Air +[Verse 2: CRIMEAPPLE] +I got demons that will never die +I’m bumpin’ Rakim Allah in the ride +You the type to see the guy’s who tuck your weiney between your thighs, I couldn’t empathize +How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke +Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope +Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo +You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux +With a freak who take molly through a corn hole +Opportunist - In a Jag dressed like Dr.Loomis, movin’ +That little bullshit you guys been doin’ it is not amusin’ +[Papi cupe] (woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory +I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery +I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift +Now my pain is where the steak sit +I get fellated in a space ships, face it +You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it +Talkin’ about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost) +Similar to the blood givin’ my brain oxygen +And I ain’t stoppin’ until your whole block look communist +Until SWAT ain’t knockin’ and walkin’ away is not permitted +Fuck swimmin’, I got some cement loafers you can fit in +You trippin’, fibbin’ all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin’ +I’m getting’ it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous +[Verse 3: ILL Bill] +Walk out of the choir with a big stick +[Grimy waiter] with a big dick +Big money clip big drip +Big swammy and a big clip +Big family and a big clip +Que yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit +Real bloods, real clips, real demons, real lit +We the top, yo these guys +[Speed races] ride +Spin the block, east side +Hit the opps, three times +[?] +Thotty give me [head and fist] and that's obituary +[Joosy] kids choose Uzi's with [Ruby Ridge tutelage] +Shooters that do the brutalest [dude] there is +Oodles and shoes and pills [?] +Ludes and [?] +Cougars with pierced pussy lips +Only built for Gucci dripEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Don’t Stop[Chorus: Masta Killa] +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Cash rules everything around me, I'm fresh out the slum +Rich bum nigga, now I live dumb +Talking 'bout that cream +Leaning in the Tower of Pisa +Seven visas, got condos in the jungle +The mind stay rich but the pockets is well-filled +Let's violate this lil' area, get milk +I'm telling you, man, you don't want no part of this, fam +Get punched in the water like clams +KKK, slices, they one of the nicest +Stainless steel, sharp swords, dipped in ricin +Everybody eating, everybody full +Just a young bull lighting a Phillie, still a willy +Ball on 'em, in the Bentley with the wall on 'em +Yo, I'll sleep when I'm dead, like the hood, homies +Who get it cracking in the park, homes? +Park Hill narco, smoke and let the bones turn to charcoal +Let's get richer, kid +Signature Louis Rich, won't stop until there's billions in this bitch +[Chorus: Masta Killa] +Don't stop, don't stop +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +[Verse 2: Method Man] +I grew up on the rhyme side, that ""gotta get mine"" side +That white girl, we mix it with quinine +You players try and ball from the sidelines +While I'm aging like fine wine +You internet thuggin' somebody timeline +Between love and hate is a fine line +And these habitual line steppers can die trying +A New York Islander, my clique's NY Giants +A pocket full of NY (K)nicks for my clients +Y'all ain't buying, stop crying and stop lying +Hakuna Matata, no Mufasa, I'm not lion +You try to spit on that hot iron, you not iron +The irony 'cause that last shot just shot by him +So let's start it with this, son, motivate him with this one +If you ain't got no haters, go get some +Is anybody greater? There is none +Assorted Now And Laters my Clan got too many flavors to pick from +[Chorus: Masta Killa] +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] +Deuce high when I start my game +It's like, you should see it live dog, all you see is sparks and flames +I grab bags and I park my ways, the way I have 'em all locked +You would think they gave they heart to bae +Bet on us, baby, ain't no better odds to play +It's hard to fake, my real life is on display +Either love or hate whatever part you play +I take the best of both worlds like R. and Jay +Own boss, no third party +Produce more murder than Irv Gotti +Like I'm working on my third body +Deck, kill it quick +24/7 bed rest, that's how ill it get +Can't stop if I mash the brakes +Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face +Half an eighth got me floating like I'm trapped in space +Not safe for your workplace, a basket case +[Chorus: Masta Killa] +Don't stop, never stop +Can't stop getting this guap +Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot +Cook a fool, hit the block +No shorts, bring it back +Flipping this, stack that +Free it up, weigh it up +Don't stop, never stop +Can't stop getting this guap +Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot +Cook a fool, hit the block +No shorts, bring it back +Flipping this, stack that +Free it up, weigh it up +Quest for success with my mind on my money +Came a new rhyme saying ""Wu-Tang is the best"" +Music +Yeah, peace to Khaled +Dialogue +[Outro: RZA} +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +Don't stop, never stop, can't stop +Don't stop, never stop, can't stopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Feed My Folks[Intro: Cappadonna] +Yeah, yeah man +Big up +Wah di bloodclaat +Big up to all massive +Burn Babylon +Crews worldwide +[?] family +[Verse 1: Cappadonna] +The gold carpets +Platinum colored hair +All black on +Holding my Grammy in the air +Yeah; I fought the good fight +Everybody know I was there +Since '98 I barely had another good year +Homies changed, homegirls changed +The wifey changed, the world changed +Sippin on this nasty champagne +I’m on the campaign but they don’t know my damn pain +Still grateful for my blessings thought I can’t complain +I’m still chillin out +Yeah just do the damn thing +I do my duty yo +Overseas up in Paul McCartney studio +Yea me and my man Simon +Hot gang international +Slip into Bulgaria and drop math too +Droppin shit with Meth and my whole crew +Fucka ya’ll [?] +Shakazulu +Bam bam, boom boom +African moon +The rich dude right here never left but coming back soon +Just on my zigga tho +Same nigga bro +When I was down it was the biggest joke +All I wanted to do was feed my folks +Somebody said yo I'ma sell this dope +[Verse 2: Nakeeba Amaniyea] +Somebody nah put no gun to wi head +Fi do Babylon words, Babylon words, yeah +Fi wi go sell out wi self fi some bread +Still they feelings hurt feelings hurt +And if them tink a small ting +When court a rise up like dirt, up like dirt +Nobody nah put no gun to wi head +Fi do babylon words, Bablylon words +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +Hey yo I’m back from the slums +I’m back on that newness +And I do give a fuck about who’s more exclusive +Whatever is conducive +That’s where the juice is +Throw up your dueces +This is a Wu blitz +Soundboy a go dead if him eva try fuck with +Champion sound murder everything that come round it +Cappadonna and you know I’m African crown quick +And ganja man know him haffi let di next pound slip +We do if fa di youth +Dem haffi mek di black graduate +Never hesitate fi mek dem come out on the straight tip +Dis di youthAmerica black and dats di greatest +Martin Luther King him a di greatest +Malcolm X yes him a di greatest +Garvey a di greatest +Selassie a di greatest +Every African wi haffi jump off di slave ship +And dem a make it +Farrakhan make it +Elijah make it +The Christ make it +Everybody make it +Wi nah go take it nuh brutality +We haffi rise up +Gwan put on you hoodie +Some [?] a gwan nuhbaddi lookie lookie +Burn Babylon dem ago treat wi like rookie +Speak the truth to the youth +They make system nah soosh me +Lick off dem bumborass if nuhbaddi try push me +A nuh bush weed only good broccoli +Walk in massive Staten Island posse +New York City, WTC +C.A.P. dem nuh ready +Nah dem nuh ready +Dem fassy deh nuh ready +Wu-Tang are ready +Killa Bee are ready +[?] dem nuh ready +Babylon nuh ready +Fire up di gun an dem nuh ready +[Outro:] +[Gunshots] +Brockhead (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"All I Know[Talking] +When you loved like I'm loved +Somebody got to hate ya +It don't surprise me at all cause I'ma street goon +I'm doing big things going big places +This what I do +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +[Verse 1] +That's all I know +Don't care what you say about me (nah) +Don't care how you feel about me (nah) +Drag my name through the mug +Guess what? I'm bout to kill these streets +Going places you will never see +Someone you will never be +Mama say get some rest +I might miss a check so I never sleep +Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty +Is all I know +Trouble free, you don't want war with me cause war is all I know +Went from the block to hip hop +Bottom to the tip top +I can't go broke I'm too hot +You hating on me cause you not +They hated Jesus so you know they gon hate me cause of my power +Its my time, my grind , my gift, my hour +This was God's plan , grind hard +Everyday I wake up she wanted me to miss my flight +I got to go to get my cake up +So I +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey,hey +That's all I know +Hey, my nigga that's all I know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey +[Verse 2] +This all I know +I hustle hard +I shine bright +Let all these shoot shooting people stay on their guide-light +Money over niggas and I hate to the dick riding type +Hating people textin' to get a spot in the limelight +Pop them bottles I'ma grind this show +Come back off tour and grind some more +From my heart it ain't none to cut that bitch off +That ain't my ho +Hustle so I don't struggle nigga that's all I know +You in everybody business you bitches that's why you broke +While y'all criticizin' my name, I'm on a camel in Dubai +If they say 'sky's the limit,' guess what, then I'm the sky +Real music, I ain't gotta lie, tears of joy run down my eye +You hatin' a nigga who come from nothin', my nigga I ain't surprised, I +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey,hey +That's all I know +Hey, my nigga that's all I know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +[Verse 3] +That's all I know +That money bag +That's all I know +Show up , show out and show my ass +That's all I know +People spreading lies on ya ol' lying ass ho +Misery loves company so hating +That's all you know +And they say , they say that I won't coming home +They say , they say that I won't coming home +I say , I say so many done me wrong +Now millions to the ceiling +Ian tripping ha ha +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey,hey +That's all I know +Hey, my nigga that's all I know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"C.R.E.A.M. 2009[Intro] +You wanna smoke that? Go 'head, roll it, son +I don't give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man +Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack +I don't give a fuck what you wanna do, man +Don't look to me to stop you, man +Yeah, I'm not gettin' in the way +[Chorus] +Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me +Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) +Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me +Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) +[Verse 1] +You are now under my hypnosis +Summertime grind, come out with the toasters +I return like an animal ferocious +New money breeds, new enemies, nigga you know this +Another mil', another nigga sick +I got nothing but hard dick for your bitch to lick +I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw +I'm out in the drought, I make the dope price soar +Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out +A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam +It's in God's hands, it's all God plan +You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked, goddamn +[Chorus] +Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me +Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) +Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me +Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) +[Verse 2] +I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle +When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil +Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit +See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder +Every summer, every winter, every spring +You think I'm bullshitting, I put that on everything +The shooting gon' stop right after the shit-talking +I was selling crack while Mike was moonwalking +20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it +I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit +I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you +So he could put some hot shit through you, do you? +[Chorus] +Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me +Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) +Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me +Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) +[Interlude] +Yeah, I'm back, baby, I'm back +New shit, the drought over, new product +Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggas, man +I mean niggas got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man +I think these niggas is faggots, man, for real, man +They with the rainbow club, man +You think this shit is a fad? Come on, man +I think it's more than that, man +I think it's more than that +So if a nigga wear a dress you gon' put on a dress too? +Come on, man +[Chorus] +Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me +Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) +Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me +Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"My Guitar[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] +Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man +Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit +Talkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '30's +Niggas gettin' whole shit twisted, like...) +Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the block, over here? +(Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...) +Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?) +Yo, it's Tone! Open the f**kin' door +Tell that nigga (bitch) -- tell that nigga Jack to come out... +Where Jack at? Jack!... +[Ghostface Killah] +So you said what, now? You got the whole shit twisted +That was the other day, pa, you just like them bitches +Faggot ass niggas, stay bumpin' they gums +Tell me why you were dirtyin' cops out, you never run +Are you holdin' something in? That the hood don't know +'cause if you are, get to truckin', bitch, 'cause you gotta go +It's not a threat, it's a promise, I tell you, don't make your mamma feel it +You'll be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, give problems to revealin' +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Ya'll niggas kill me and ya'll, ya'll know ya'll booty +So please get your punk ass off the street +Please, please, do it for your family +Don't be stupid, don't make me use it +No, lord, 'cause you can't sell here, anymore... +[Ghostface Killah] +Did you think I was playin'? When I told you before +You can't come back here, open you up like a pap smear +Actin' like you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here! +Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here! +Blaow, yo, I didn't smile, so, take off your jewelry, now then +So what you leg is bleedin' here, put this in your mouth and +Chew on the barrel of love, get lost in ""lead-you"" town +You look thirsty, I should of wet you down +But not now, you hear those sirens cryin' +Climbin', tryin' to Save Private Ryan +Bitch, nigga on the floor for lyin' and he whinin' +Diming on niggas, minin' your business +Perfect timin' for findin' bullshit sliders +Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga" +"Room Keep Spinning[U-God] +At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn +Cheeba in my pipe, watch the burn +Thinking bout my girl, she's my sweetheart +Today she's acting like a functioning retard +She took my car, brung it back in three parts +Late night call, to come to the ER +Friday night, she out with her friends +Her and them bitches done crashed the Benz +Man, I told the bitch about an SAI +Stupid And Intoxicated, while she high +I been told her, not to drink and drive +Now the judge slammed the hammer and she might do time +[Chorus: U-God] +Yo, she's all about the party (Friday night) +Yo, she's all about the party (Friday night) +All she wanna do is party (Gettin' high) +All she wanna do is party (Gettin' high) +But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +[U-God] +I took a purple rock candy, at the dub step festival +Yo, I'm signing autographs, started feeling like a vegetable +Here come the sexual, sensual, sorta intellectual +Touching on my testicle, the music up a decibel +At night, she's a freak, by day, she's a principal +I'm sipping on Ciroc, I'm feeling type invincible +We sitting in the trailer, her head game exceptional +Up and down on the pipe, her porn star professional +Hold up, is this real? Everything is questionable +Let's take it down a notch, smoke this medicinal +[Chorus: U-God] +Now it's all about the party (Living life) +Now it's all about the party (Living life) +All I wanna do is party (Gettin' high) +All I wanna do is party (Gettin' high) +But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +[U-God] +Got a letter from L.A., it was from my ex +Said she had my baby, ain't seen her yet +Five years done passed, I'm a daddy +I remember that ass, whoo, she had a fatty +A video vixen, act kinda grown +She said she can raise it, all on her own +She said see me money and leave me alone +Stress is a killer, then she hung up the phone +Fucking bitch... +[Chorus: U-God] +Now the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Pentagram[Intro:] +The pentagram has always been used, Satan worship, satanic worship, the five pointed pentagram +And if you take the arms off of the pentagram, you have a pentagon +And the United States' Pentagon is sitting exactly to north, aiming to north of the north star Thuban +Which is drawing power, according to the ancient egyptians for, for the god of war +[Verse 1: Ill Bill] +Anton LaVey Fu Manchu facial hair +Goons with the hateful stare +Move with palatial flare +Young Gary Busey but carry an Uzi +Young Cosby, hairy pussys and strawberry roofies +Young Ozzy, young pentagram, young Robby +Double septagram, rest in power to Prodigy +My living dead is like a snake on Medusa's head +Killers laugh like snakes while they shoot you dead +Billions drop brainwashed by foolish trends +Ha, [?] spray Glocks at you, shoot his head +Rest in power to Sean Price +Salute to my brother Vinnie, we all nice +I'm like Scorpio from Dirty Harry +I prefer it [?] I'll be murder happy +I'm the sorcerer supreme +You'll be murdered in your nightmares and tortured in your dreams +[Hook x4] +A little drug money never really hurt nobody, nobody +[Verse 2: Goretex] +They call me Captain Trips, Young Jerry +A hundred hits pure lysurgeon +Weed immersive, I roam the streets scheming for bleeding virgins +Use detergent and bundles and isotol, monsters brawl +Caprichaun and the goat +Young pentagram and matzah balls +Me and Bill rock wigs like Abel Ferrara +The coke cabo wabo private jet papi got the dope from heron +From Gustava, rocking Iommi jackets, fat mattress +Set a church on fire with catholics +Another one of my rackets +Rock a sadie shirt murder scene, bloody shades of dirt +I'm like a pagan cloak, 3:15 evade your turf +Tie your father up, and get the Tokyo blade, its double serrated Make his flesh a mess, sizzle like a slab of bacon +Buck 50 for the dope the pelicon took, mexican cooks, Billy Idol with heroin hooks +Flying Vs through your molly bags, running through customs +Got 40 pounds covered in polly bag, you started from nothing +[Hook x4]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"On the Grind[Verse 1] +Whaaat +You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones +Or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour +And most of our customers come up to us daily +Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby +What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings +And z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens +You need to see Weez - anything you like and I have 'em +From crack to Viagra, and Vicodins, Valiums +I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av +So get all your money together, come and get my slabs +I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half +And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav' +And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid +For the white people +When I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people +And I keep a nine on my waistline +And I'mma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind +[Chorus] +I tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind +I tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +[Verse 2] +Nigga, y'all gon' respect Weezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots +I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', ""Stop!"" +I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed +On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee +And if we beef, we don't beef long cause we gon' creep all night +So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night +Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes +Cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes +And the bricks move every followin' week +So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d +And I shower your streets until your av pass out +More bricks than ""The Three Lil Pigs'"" last damn house +Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts +And issue work for half and just grab that south +For real, nigga - Weezy Wee tryin' to shine +From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind +[Chorus] +Tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +[Verse 3] +Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's +Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks +Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it +Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it +And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue +And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move +Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose +Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'mma tax a dude +Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma +Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour +I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss +Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss +Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun +All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run +I'm tryin' to get rich cause I wan' shine +You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time +[Chorus] +I tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, ""Whaaat!!"" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +[Outro] +Look +WhaaaaaaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I Shoulda ListenedHuh huh +I had to do somethin like dis +Ya know +Huh I shoulda listened +I shoulda listened +[Lil' Flip - Verse 1] +I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job +I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob +I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college +But right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet +I shoulda listened, when you said boy make good grades +But instead I was worryin about dem new j's +I shoulda listened, when you said boy dont get no tattoos +Now it's 2 years later and now I got 22 +I shoulda listened, when you said keep playin basketball +But I was makin mo money standin in the hall +I shoulda listened, when you said I need to be in the church +But that's hard ""why"" cause everyday I gotta concert +I shoulda listened, when you said I need to watch my friends +Cause yesterday my partner got jacked fo' his Benz +I shoulda listened, when you said dont stand on the corner +Cause all black folks do is smoke marijuana +[Chorus: repeat 2X] +I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont do that I did it any way +I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont hustle but I gotta get paid +[Lil' Flip - Verse 2] +I shoulda listened, when you said quit standin on the block +Cause all that do is make it easy fo the cops +I shoulda listened, when you said it dont matta what car you drive +Long as you pay yo bills long as you survive +I shoulda listened, when you said dont be hangin at the club +Cause people get drunk and wanna shoot the club up +I shoulda listened, when you said you can't please everybody +Right now I'm findin out I dont need everybody +I shoulda listened, when you said dont brind dem niggas to ya house +Cause when you ain't there theyll try to break in ya house +I shoulda listened, when you told me you read what ya so +So everybody I meet I can't treat'em like a ho +I shoulda listened, when ya told me do somethin wit my time +So I picked up the pen and paper and now I'm writtin ryhmes +I shoulda listened, when you said forget the money put God first +So that's the way I gotta end my verse +[Chorus] - repeat to fade" +"B.O.N (Big Ol Nigga)[Intro] +It's your boy Lil Durk man +King of Chicago man +This is not a diss +[Verse 1] +Caught a new case and shit, made me look basic +Police want names, cause I done made it +Don't fuck with my niggas, they left a nigga hanging +Free Zoo and free DD, hardbodies don't say shit +Don't be from Mubu, this rap shit is fufu +(We don't rap beef, nigga!) +Catch me on Normal, with Twin he a loose screw +(My niggas go nuts!) +These niggas is snitching, we callin' em blues clues +They telling the police, giving em loose clues +I fuck with the Migos, but I am not Capo +Sipping on purple, I'm feeling like harpo +(I'm sippin' on act!) +These niggas want war, knock meat out his taco +For that beef with our team , we shooting like porno +Shots out of Chiraq, born central city +Now I'm in LA, eating shrimp with Diddy +My daddy got booked with some books and a couple of millis +The next deal I sign is gonna be for a couple of millis +I don't rock Gucci, I just like Louis V +That swipe shit is cool, but you will not Woochie me +How you gone wife her, she just gon' do the team +You stick to the smokes and the molly, I'mma do the lean +Shout out to B.O.N., I'm talking 'bout Bump and 'nem +You diss on Chiraq, you is not coming here +(Better ask them niggas) +You so GDK, now you a thug again? +You so BDK, now you a thug again? +With these birds man I feel rich homie like Thugger 'nem +(Like Rich Gang) +How you feel today, and thinking we plugging him +And I lost a couple niggas that I can't hug again +But I seen a couple niggas I cannot mug again +Shout out to Def Jam, No I.D. 'nem +Homicide on the scene, no I.D. him +(Took off his face with this 40!) +Sipping on lean, my IV Kit +They look at IG, they wanna be him +I call up D Thang, he dress a nigga up +Call up Randy Boy, po' lean in my cup +I call up Ikey Mikey, he shooting shit up +They talkin' bout Durk, he picking shit up +Fuck all that eating shit, I'm with this beef shit +I use a lot of autotune, but I'm with this street shit +(Ask all the opps!) +I bang like Chop, but I'm on my Keef shit +(I'm fuckin' with him right now!) +Take a nigga down, but we will not keep shit +Shout out to 4-6, shout out to Dog Pound +Shout out to 300, they will not make a sound +Niggas be tweaking, I know they 'gone hate us now +If Kobe leave league, there ain't no Lakers now +Take me out of Chiraq, like Jordan off the Bulls +How you the king of Chiraq you ain't got no pull +And these niggas throwing L's like these niggas loyal (These niggas ain't loyal at all!) +These niggas say they got your back but they ain't for you +B.O.N +I'm a big ol nigga +B.O.N +I'm a big ol nigga +[Outro] +Aye Nuski gang man RIP man +Free Rondonumbanine +Aye this my city nigga, gang +Cause I'm a big ol nigga +I weigh 150 solid ya hear me I'm still a big nigga, nigga +Aye my feature price cost these niggas rent for a year man +I pay you niggas shit up +Nuski got the strap December 15 nigga, gang29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"America’s Most Wanted[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +Take the Badazz the hard way +[Chorus] +Have you read those papers? (goddamn) +America's most wanted +Couldn't get me when they got me +Now they say I'm with the 'luminati +America's most wanted +Have you read those papers? (who am I?) +America's most wanted +Six bodies, two attempts +Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts +America's most wanted +[Verse 1] +Snipers on the roof at my trial +Prosecutor tellin' the jury he need to die +Attempts but if you talkin' attempts then you a liar +On top of that Warner Brothers told me bye +Tried to give niggas deals, man they really tried to burn me +Said I had a bag of money on the district attonery +They tried to sink me, even set me up in jail dog, no charge +Now they talkin' court cases, these are real go hards +They told my fall partner rat so he can hurt me +Offered him ten and he was on seven murders +Snatched up my kin, labeled my mama as a witness +Ten years for marijuana and I ain't never been convicted, dirty bitches +[Chorus] +Have you read those papers? (goddamn) +America's most wanted +Couldn't get me when they got me +Now they say I'm with the 'luminati +America's most wanted +Have you read those papers? (who am I?) +America's most wanted +Six bodies, two attempts +Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts +America's most wanted +[Verse 2] +Came home, they say I couldn't drink beer, this shit is real +Judge read the verdict, the prosecutor in tears +Beat a motherfuckin' life, I say I ain't have fear +Send me straight to death row and I just had a couple years +I got blamed for niggas' bodies I ain't even fuckin' know +In my cell, tears fallin' on the floor, I wanna go +Feds comin' to my cell, frequent visits to the pen +Bitches sayin' if I win they gon' lock me up again +Had me in bulletproof trucks when they take me to court +Electric shocker on my body like where the fuck I'ma go? +Every song I talked about guns on, they brought it up +Had God on my side, this wasn't luck, what the fuck +[Chorus] +Have you read those papers? (goddamn) +America's most wanted +Couldn't get me when they got me +Now they say I'm with the Illuminati +America's most wanted +Have you read those papers? (who am I?) +America's most wanted +Six bodies, two attempts +Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts +America's most wanted +[Outro] +A deputy woke me up and he told me I'll be glad when they electrocute your black ass +America's most wanted +My jury was anonymous, they stayed in hotels, they couldn't say they name, couldn't do nothin' +America's most wanted +Homicide told me, we should've killed your ass when we had the chance +America's most wanted +One day they made my kids visit me in front of my cell, dirty ass cell +America's most wanted +They told me I want your fall partner to rat 'cause I know he gon' get killed, crazy +America's most wanted +Had all my niggas on the chalkboard, had me on the top, boss man +America's most wantedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Jam[Verse 1] +All right, let's get down to business +Pour out some Guinness +Khrysis, get on the jack and tell them they're so finished +Christ to the Jesus, the Jeanius came back as a Phoenix +9th like, ""Yo Jean, I got some heaters"" +Well, I got some lines that turn grown men +Back into the fetus position with they penis pissing +Didn't mean to be the meanest spitting +It just happened, you know? +Like getting drunk and then you slip and you're cheating (oh!) +It's been a crazy year -- brought back the doorknockers +Baby hair, one sleeve up like Slim Shady's gear +I'm writing with Afeni's baby work ethic +Plus I'm Aileen Wuornos... minus the murder record +Plus I'm highly unconcerned -- you can find me, mouth turned +Like the smiley up on AOL (you're a fucking nerd!) +Fuck it -- so? You fucks with it, though +The structureless flow +The seemingly haphazard, really exact patterns +So Jean is Jean Travers, y'all is just jackasses +By and large, the fact of the matter that I'm in charge, that rapper +That's accurate, spectacular, fantastic +Scrumtrulescent, uncontested funky, bitch +[Hook] +You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam +People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands +My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands +Dance to the record, just dance to the record girl +You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam +People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands +My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands +Dance to the record boy, dance to the record boy +[Verse 2] +I need a private insane asylum to grant asylum to me +It could get violent quickly if you don't believe me, God forgive me +An honorary anonymous superstar +Followed by the very time I salute where the stupid fall +A low road, but no going back +Not when you've got a fucking logo in the promo rack +Signing records, taking pictures -- you can no-no that +Gotta finish, gotta win; as God as my witness, I'm in... +And y'all'll have to jump me out of this bitch +I'm talking Eastsiders, Westsiders, Blood-ers, and Crips +All them Decepts, at least three sets and grips +And I'll reset -- until then, it's recess, bitch +So c'mon +[Hook]" +"I Got Dat Sack[Intro] +Let's Get it +L's +Im on 3hunna shit right now +OTF +What up berg? +[Verse] +In the hood, going hard +Niggas know I’m bout that action +Got that 30 ride that will whoop +So you pussies stop that acting +Adrianas 30 deep, I get paid it’s all my actions +I made L's, in Chicago, got the city go bananas +Got 300 on my neck, so you know I’m with the shit +On parole, drop the opps, OTF we taking risks +Niggas say they ran me off +You know I can’t run for shit +Even though they hate me first +I can’t let them hate for shit +Got a chance, 2012, nigga I can’t change for shit +Fucking hoes, running hoes, and we’re acting like the shit +Claim 300, got a deal, now they begging for the dick +She was on a nigga …you should have seen this bitch +Went to jail, cut the dreads, but I’m still a fucking hitta +She mistake me with a nigga, but he still my fucking nigga +And I’ve lost too many guys, hold a grudge for my nigga +Hold a grudge for my niggas +Man I love my niggas +Cop the range, all black, ain’t gotta stunt cause I got it +Watching me, be safe, best believe my niggas got it +Run up on me, try to rob me, you gonn make me catch a case +Niggas talking all that shit, you gonn make me catch his face +Let’s get it! +L's +Aye last of a dying breed coming soon +Just a little sneak peak +Just some Sorry For The Wait shit +Aye free the guys +OTF man +GBE we see y'all god +Shouts to Louie2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Remember My Name[Chorus: King Popo] +Don't forget about me +This bigger than money, this bigger than fame +Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at +Please don't take it from me +Said I wouldn't change +I'm still the same, and they love it +You can hate me or love me +But I bet you remember, I bet you remember +Remember my name... +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +They never remember +I did time for a gun, that I never remember +Did time with my son been delivered +I cried tears, I couldn't show em my position +No sleep in the hallways +Me being me sipping lean with a 30 like always +Couldn't afford trues now I sleep with Versace and Balmain +Then I hit the streets with lights on +Still slept with the rats and the cockroaches +Lost niggas , I lost bitches, I lost time +But I'm back on the block though +Gang with me also but its bigger than money +Every car is vellano +They say I won't make it +Now they favor, I got 20 to play with +Grew up on Chicago South side, where you get killed if you outside +And I made it out, and I'm outside +Name hold weight like a motherfucker +And I love my niggas like blood brothers +Same niggas, same gang can't change on em +War time, no movie, but I bet that clip gon' hangover +[Chorus: King Popo] +Don't forget about me +This bigger than money, this bigger than fame +Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at +Please don't take it from me +Said I wouldn't change +I'm still the same, and they love it +You can hate me or love me +But I bet you remember, I bet you remember +Remember my name... +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Real street nigga, made it from the bottom +Coming up as a kid niggas gave him nothing +12 years old knew I was a problem +All I wanted was money and the fame +Cars, cribs, and bitches wouldn't name +I can't change for nothing in this world +Lord blessed me two boys and a girl +Two dead cause I lost to this world +Crossed over like Flo Rida +Only my squad they both sliding +Money and power they both riding +Caught him and him and they both sliding +Trap house, block party, niggas doing the same shit +They got nothing +And niggas try me and that Mac bust +And they remember my name... +[Chorus: King Popo] +Don't forget about me +This bigger than money, this bigger than fame +Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at +Please don't take it from me +Said I wouldn't change +I'm still the same, and they love it +You can hate me or love me +But I bet you remember, I bet you remember +Remember my name...11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Warlord[Verse 1: ILL Bill] +The Warlord, the Cult Leader +Backed by a small army of highly trained killers and villains +We be the illest in guerilla war +Shoot em up, dip behind trees and squeeze +The uniforms, Army fatigues +The Warlord with the scary squad +Genghis Khan, military God +Mr. Rocket launcher with a heavy arm +Terrorist to some people he's a freedom fighter +To some a war criminal, to others the Messiah +A symbol of hope but dressed in a cloak of hate +Baby Hitler with a poker face and a cobra's taste +Conqueror my enemies heads on top of spikes surround my door +My sword's sheath is the mouth of a whore +Brain of Einstein, beard like Osama +Shoot a seven-forty-seven out the sky with the Llama +Who's crucified, who dies, who survives? +Who's the Warlord? +Ride up on em with a moped +Shoot em in the eye! +[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst] +Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage +The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors +The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring +It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings +Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage +The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors +The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring +It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings +[Verse 2: ILL Bill] +A rise to power, five star General Eisenhower +He’d rather face death as a hero than die as a coward +Alexander, Hannibal, Caesar or Sun Tzu +Shooters who put away their guns and kill you with Kung Fu +Strategy applied, gladiator streets of maya +Heat suppliers, soldiers of fortunes that creep for hire +Kidnap journalists +Black sights with midnight is permanent +Professionally contracted Murder Inc +The warlord, with the Uzi and the sawed-off +Will have your fucking feet sawed off then watch you crawl off +Haha, ISIS is CIA, kumbaya +I don’t give a fuck who I spray, I’ve already been paid +Became a killer aged thirteen +I remember the first time, I can still hear their screams +Fascinated by power drills and hollow shells +And even more by how having power feels +[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst] +Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage +The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors +The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring +It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kings +Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage +The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors +The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring +It’s the warlord – emperor, king of all kingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Won’t Fall*Lyrics From Snippet +[Chorus] +I know one day I'ma have to go and face my fears +I may be older, but my grandma still gon' wipe my tears +They say, ""What's wrong?"" I must admit that I am kind of scared +But I won't fall, I won't fall, no, I won't fall, no +You know I was born to ball +You got trust your dogs +Try to trap my [?], try to trap my [?] +You know that your grandson is smart and deadly +(Smart and deadly) +[Verse] +You know I got heart every day, I've standin' in the world +So I stand in the ones [?] +We got too much cash, we ain't goin' back there, fuck no +We got too much cash, [?] got a two-tone (Two-tone) +Louis on my ass make them bitches all go cuckoo +Money in my pants, this shit in her boo-boo +Chrome Heart pants, I feel like I'm Goku (Like I'm Goku) +Niggas, they be [?], actin' like they new +Okay, I don't see thesе niggas [?] +That bitch that you're fuckin' with, I swear she gon' losе +Don't get that lil' bitch, no, for real, ooh +Yeah, that bitch out here lookin' like a prostitute +Yeah, I got too much motherfuckin' guap to lose +Yeah, think we really playin' with you stupid fools +Yeah, all my choppers don't go, ""Bang,"" they, ""Doot-doot-doot"" +I got mozzarella, why you smokin'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Die Hard[Intro: ILL Bill] +Yeah, yeah +[Verse 1: ILL Bill] +I'm America's nightmare, smiling face of a gangster nation +Never ask for favours or affidavits +I'm double dutch like Rancid blazing +I'm double clutch like phantoms racing +I'm in the cut like a lacerations tacking paper +Never plan vacations, plan assassinations +Truthfully I'd rather draft a business plan for Satan +Fascinated with hundred million dollar ransom payments +And dancers famous for fellatio like Nancy Reagan +I can't be patient, I doctor passports and fast forward past whores +Guerilla pimp up in this cash war +About to blast off, listen to the fast talk +Breakin the sound barrier and shattering your glass jaw +I'm highly recommended, highly respected +Finely perfected, the ILL Bill virus, find me injected +I leave society infected, I attack with a variety of weapons +Any survivors will be divine intervention +[Hook: Scratched] +It's impossible to lose +I push death in any enemy's future, we shoot ya +You not the truth +No matter where you're from, you'll be done +[Verse 2: Crooked I] +I'm cruising with that super bazooka that'll shoot and ruin ya +Fuck with my ruby, you're choosing a future with Lucifer +Sleep with the fishes, troopers will have to SCUBA +To scoop you up and find you in a net like they Googled ya +Who the fuck you think you're playing around with? +Vomit in your ear just to show you I sound sick +My round spit like a pitcher chewing tobacco +Get down quick, I'm wacko like Tyson in round six +My mind and mentality is somewhere around Vick's +Kill you and your dogs, I ain't talking about pits +Who you throwing a tantrum? You ain't talking about shit +Cut your fit out before I cut your outfit +This is how East Side Long Beachers do it +Soon as you run for your car, I'ma beat you to it +Soon as you pop your trunk, I'ma eat your Buick +Then leave you in your own trunk leaking fluid +[Hook: Scratched] +It's impossible to lose +I push death in any enemy's future, we shoot ya +You not the truth +No matter where you're from, you'll be doneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Masters of Our Fate[Chorus: Audio Sample] +Now we are the masters of our fate +That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength +That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance +As long as we have faith in our cause +And unconquerable will power +Salvation will not be denied us! +Salvation will not be denied us! +Salvation will not be denied us! +We are the masters of our fate! +As long as we have faith +And unconquerable will power +Salvation will not be denied us! +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +The time has come, I just begun, this is designer rum +My wallet got flowers on it, killer cowards from milan +The stolen land where gold chains control a man +300 holdin hands, stolen grams +I play the fan, and wave and leave that nigga for dead, or should I save him? +Spittin out phlegm, no, just grave him +I remember days I used to work for niggas, eat jerk with niggas +Buyin whippids, laughing at jokes and try to flip +Clip is loyal, fly spoil on the block, display royal +Even though we go back to royals, black oils +Live as ever, can’t tell me nothing +Whatever this thing of ours is empowered by my niggas who pumping +24 hours of sling motion, wave brush +Ya'll knew my hair was the ocean +Running through the building just nego-tion +Some of the creeps knew me very well +Knew he would sell, knew he was potent +[Chorus: Audio Sample] +Now we are the masters of our fate +That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength +That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance +As long as we have faith in our cause +And unconquerable will power +Salvation will not be denied us! +[Verse 2: Black Thought] +Ok, bridges I burned some, lessons I learned some +Money I spend some, lent some, earned some +My eyes tell a tale of the hell I returned from +Spark up a L for the homies I haven't heard from +Burn when the urge come +I’m living lurge(large) +Never chilling on the curb, just a villian on the verge, son +My tenth shot is as official as the third one +Second one, first one +Worse come, the worst run +When I was pushed out of the womb the earth spun +The only way to describe this is inertia +Some rappers think they could try me, Who the first up? +I don’t guarantee no survivers, nigga surfs up +Yeah, soul on ice, courage and sacrifice, hold on tight +And save your laughter for the afterlife +These chumps thinkin they good, ain't even half as nice +Your fate will be a one-way ticket to paradise +[Chorus: Audio Sample] +Now we are the masters of our fate +That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength +That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance +As long as we have faith in our cause +And unconquerable will power +Salvation will not be denied us! +Salvation will not be denied us! +In the words of the [?] +He shall not be afraid of evil tidings +His heart is fixed, rafting in the Lord" +"The Conquering Lion[Verse] +The conquering lion +Shall break every chain +The conquering lion +Shall break every chain +Give him the victory +Again and again and again and again +Give him the victory +Ohh +The conquering lion +Shall break every chain +The conquering lion +Shall break every chain +Give him victory +Again and again and again and again and again and again +Give us some victory +Ohh, yeah +Ohh, conquering lion +Shall break every chain, every chain, every chain +The conquering lion, yeah ohh +Shall break every chain +Give us some victory +We need some victory +We need some victory +Again and again and again and again +Give, give, give, us some victory +Ohh, ohh, ohh +The conquering lion +He'll break every chain +Every one of your chains, every one of your chains +The conquering lion +Hey, he's gonna break all of those chains if you just let him +Give him, give him the victory, give him the victory +Again and again and again and again +Give him the victory +Ohh, ohh, ohh" +"Bring Me Down[Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion] +[Chorus: Brandy] +I always knew that one day +They'd try to bring me down +Way down, way down +One day, they'd try to bring me down +Always knew that one day +They'd try to bring me down +Way down +They'd try to bring me down +[Verse: Kanye West] +We goin' to Mass today, we have to pray +Besides what the pastor say? +I have to say, since Pac passed away +Most you rappers don't even deserve a track from me +You see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything +There'd always be somebody that shoot down any dream +There'll always be haters, that's the way it is +Hater niggas marry hater bitches and have hater kids +But they gon' have to take my life 'fore they take my drive +'Cause when I was barely livin', that's what kept me alive +Just the thought that maybe it could be better than what we at at this time +Make it out of this grind, 'fore I'm out of my mind +And get some leeway on the ""He say, she say"" +Your girl don't like me, how long has she been gay? +Spanish girls say, ""Yo, no hablo inglés"" +And everybody want to run to me for their sing-le +It's funny how these wack niggas need my help +Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself +Dawg, if I was you, I wouldn't feel myself +Dawg, if I was you, I'd kill myself +Made a mil' myself and I'm still myself +And I'ma look in the mirror if I need some help +Now I'll speak from the heart, y'all all frontin' +Everybody feel a way about K but at least y'all feel something +[Bridge: Brandy] +What you calling? +I let all in for getting what some get will get ya +What kind of dream we found? +See, I'm often catching crosswinds +Forgetting where the hell I met you +And try to bring me down +[Chorus: Brandy] +I always knew that one day +They'd try to bring me down +Way down, way down +One day, they'd tried to bring me down +Always knew that one day +They'd try to bring me down +Way down +They'd try to bring me down" +"Drop Dead Gorgeous (Revised)[Murphy Lee] +Whooooooooooo +Damn, that girl fine, that girl fine, that girl fine +Yo, yo, Kanye, yo turn it up, a little bit, whoo +[Hook] +Take notes while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke +One look and murder she wrote +She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead.. +[Kanye West {*over the hook*}] +Yo, this is a Roc-a-Fella, St. Lunatics collaboration +Chi-Town and St. Louis +She said she ain't never seen Murphy Lee befo' +[Verse 1: Murphy Lee] +I called her back from an earlier beep Fo' in the mornin' they be like ""Nah, I wasn't sleep"" +Convenient whore stay on top of convenient stores +Keep pictures of me in their Victoria Secret drawer +I keep somethin' hot on tour +Can ya, Kenyatta, make sure they know before what is really in store +See I adore the ones that call me Torhi, true story +I created 'hood rats so these new mice bore me +See I normally settle for sevens, but eights I can't wait Nines be wantin' time and dimes be wantin' dates So know I got elevens and twelves With at least +Thirteen or fourteen reasons why they fine as hell +I hit 'em up like Blu Cantrell +Hehehehehehehehe hell, I remember when she smashed LaBelle +See most women kinda sneaky like a six-year old +Hey yo they always in the summer, somethin' wrong with their nails +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +What's the point of havin' a girl that's drop dead That you know don't like you? She'll run over your head with a motorcycle I mean the way you look is +Nice, but there's more to life boo +Cuz I could go to videos and get fo' just like you +I talked to your ex-boyfriend and took a census +But you don't read the cookbook, you just look at the pictures Matter of fact, when's the last time you looked at the kitchen? +This is gettin' ridiculous, how you gettin' defensive? +Jimmy Choo, Frankie B., bitch you gettin' expensive +I know you fuckin' around, my sixth sense told me That ain't no male friend that bought you the stereo She said ""He gay anyway, you don't know nothin' +About Jamario"" +[Hook]" +"Somebody loves youChorus: Somebody loves you baby (4x) +(Background Talking) +Ya! Boosie Bad Azz and I'm tired of being lied on, I'm tired of being criticized,I'm tired if being betrayed! Somebody, Somewhere! +Verse: Now don't nobody love me! I know my mama love me, feel it when she kiss and hug me, jealousy! Got me paranoid, I know they hatin but I'm protected by God and for the forsakes (fuck the devil)! I do this shit for my friends who keep my goin dog. Hole in my heart cuz I'm tired of all these murder friends, fantasizing me and Ivy in the purple benz, wish that we could roll again. Somebody love me though, some women realer than men, for every snitch in the pin, fuck him in his ass then! It took me too long to blow up, aite but wat about me? For years smokin on that dozier. I'm gettin money straight up, look at me now, every song I'm on I turn into a classic ay-baybay, See in the city rocking shows, u know how I be. If its fuck me then its fuck you! If you love me then I love you!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Repercussions[Intro] +FKi +[Chorus] +Yeah +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +The .45 ain't for show, nigga get to bussin' +Talk about me and the repercussions +On the real nigga I swear they comin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +[Verse] +Ayy, show me the breezy, no VVS +We-we gon' get the sucker (We gon' get the sucker) +That nigga said that we related but that is my sister cousin (That is my sister cuz') +The red beam the green beam the blue beam, ain't missing nothin' (We ain't missing nothin') +Found out that my girl loves it hard, these bitches dusty (I swear to God these bitches is dusty) +'Til Death on they chest and I knew they might lack +Like damn, I'm lucky (Goddamn I'm lucky) +She beggin' to get back with me, 'cause now she see the money (Turn up, turn up) +Now she caught her confession, she burning God down like she feel like Usher (Feel like she Usher, oh Lord) +It's Friday, I'm stuck in the Rush Hour +Money Talk, feel like Chris Tucker (I feel like Chris Tucker) +[Chorus] +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +The fourth for every show, need to get to bustin' +Talk about me and the repercussions +On the real nigga I swear they comin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I Shoulda Used a Rubba[Chorus] +I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it +And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic +[Big L] +Ayyo, one hot summer night after ballin hard +I went to the phone booth with my callin card +And called up Joel, yeah you know L +I told her come to the crib, yo mother fuck a hotel +She said she was gonna come at ten +The bitch came, but one problem, she brought a friend +You know I'm not a rude brother yo +But I let Joel in and slammed the door on that other ho +So we was sittin in the livin room kickin it +And all I thought about was stickin it +She was mean, cause you know I wouldn't fuck wit a sleazy ho +Yo we was coolin, watching some TV show +I was crackin sex jokes, tryin to get the puss' +And this bitch was kickin scripts beatin round the bush +Talkin bout rhyme for me L man fuck rhyming +Cause my dick, is hard enough to cut diamonds +I said, ""I hope you ain't tryin to dick tease +Ayyo, cause Big L's quick to tell a bitch leave."" +Ayyo my game started fuckin wit her head soon +Next thing ya know we went straight to the bedroom +I knocked the boots from New York to Santa Fe +And that bitch burnt me like a gamma ray +I caught a cab, on 139 & Lenox +Ayyo, I took it to the neighborhood clinic +Because she gave me gonorrhea +Yo, I'mma kill that bitch, the next time that I see her +[Chorus] x2 +I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it +And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic +One afternoon I was cruising on the Westside +Bumpin my system, lounging back in a fresh ride +Hoes be hotter than a sauna +So I put the system on max, and bumped my shit on the corner +I saw this girl walkin by who was hype as hell +She was mad point-blank, she was right for L +But she tried to play me like a statue black +I said, ""Sweeheart whats your name?"" +""I gotta man,"" ""I ain't ask you that."" +She said in order to be with me you gotta be rich +You won't be able to switch, I said, ""Fuck you bitch."" +Another girl walked by, I called her +""Excuse me what's your name"" ""Lorraine, what's yours"" +Ayyo, game I kicked well +I said honey my names Lamont, but I'm known as Big L +I was looking smooth with the jewelry +She said, ""L's for Lamont, but what's the Big for?"" ""You'll see."" +Ayyo, my pockets was extra thick +""So what you doin later, oh nothing, then lets catch a flick."" +Yeah, I bagged that ho well +Took her to the triple M, movies, meal, and motel +And when it comes to this I'm a professor +I didn't molest her I caressed her, undressed her then sexed her +But I must be getting bolder +Cause I didn't put a helmet on my mother fucking soldier +I started stickin up quick +And the next time I took a leak +A motherfuckin flame shot out my dick +[Chorus] x4 +I shoulda used a rubber, before I went up in it +And then ya monkey ass won't be sittin in a clinic +Ayyo L these bitches be burnin’ the dog shit outta niggas, know what I’m sayin���? +Who you tellin’ man? These bitches nowadays’d have a nigga dick drippin’ lava +[Laughter.] +You know what I’m sayin’? Ayyo, these bitches’ll have a nigga, give a nigga’s balls a heat rash or somethin’ man +Okay… +Man fuckin’ with these hoes without a rubber nowadays is like bungee jumpin’ with a rope around your neck. That’s like playin’, [laughter], that’s like playin’ Russian roulette with a shotgun. Ayyo word, ayyo, ayyo man, fuck a rubber man, I’m a start puttin’ balloons on my dick, dog, ayyo I’m a start puttin’ suntan lotion on my dick or somethin’. Ayyo these bitches is triflin’ dog. Ay I’m gettin’ the fuck up out of here man +Aight, let’s bounce +AightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Tha cypher[Biggie smalls] +(Verse1) +Money, hoes, and clothes +Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows +Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes +Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow +The neighborhood gravedigger +Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga +I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid +Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots +I'd rather beat my dick than trick +And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck +I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck +Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck +Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes +I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? +A fly guy? Well fuck it, I'm the high guy +From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye +And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing +And when Jake come, I'm leaving +[Biggie smalls] +(Verse2) +When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths +Just in case Dread want to riff +He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very +Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried +That's a real nigga for ya +Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer +Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say +She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway +Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick +And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get +With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees +Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G's +Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots +On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you +Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos +Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose +Damn, a nigga's style is unorthodox +Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks +Just in case a nigga want to act out +I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out +That's a real nigga for ya +[2pac] +(Verse3) +Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me +I'd be out on bail, If I had a good attorney +Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up +Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up +I ain't trippin' in the county and im mad as fuck +Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch +Everybody wanna talk cause im rappin' +They asking me what happend +Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson? +I can't sleep they taking polaroids +And im tryna' use the phone but they making noise +Man I wish I had my Glock cause its major +Im making shanks out the plastics in razors +These motherfuckers won't, leave me alone thats my word +'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfucking murder +Im making collect calls to my old bitches +Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches +To all the suckers on the block, talking shit while I was locked up +Be prepared to be socked up +Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief +And you bullshitting bitches ain't changing me +I came straight up out of gutta' I was saved from hell +Im a thug I was raised in jail, now im out on bailEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Dirty SoufSouth side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh +(Chorous repeat 2 times) +It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south +It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south +(Redd) +Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites +Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes +(Lil' Flip) +Well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars +And we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we bout that dolla dolla +Grab a chick then hit and make em holla holla +(Lil' Flip) +Down South we eatin Timmy Chan's and noodles +I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser +(Redd) +Down south my wrist stay below freezin +Down south my niggas brag for no reason +(Lil' Flip) +In down south everybody shop in the galeria +I dont care about the price I drop money like diarhea +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we rollin fancy cars +Escalades drop tops and rovers wit role bars +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip pimpin sluts +Down south we wearin Princess cuts +(Redd) +Down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt +Ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt +(Lil' Flip) +Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in +And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south candy paint bumper grill +And to be for real I'm already done cart wheels +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we all about stackin chips +And if you get outa line we packin clips +(Redd) +Down south they know redd one of the best +Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest +(Lil' Flip) +In down south I put diamonds all in your face +And I'm sellin fifty thousand i'll leave your state +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south these bezeltines an baggets +So much ice you could bobsled off my chest +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we sip serve and fall asleep +Down south can't nobody else ball like me +(Chorous) +(Lil' Flip) +Down south when we drive we hoggin the lane +86 baggets clogin my rang +(Redd) +Down south we count money on the back of the jags +But if I'm broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup +Down south it's boo boo guess and ice bergh +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ride swangers on drop tops +After karintons we ride through our house +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip the only freestyle king +Down south we all known for big balling +(Redd) +Down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin +Take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we some ghetto stars +When we havin sex it's minashatwa +(Lil' Flip) +Down south I hope yall know it's hot as hell +And if ya tape ain't jammin it's not gone sell +(Lil' Flip) +Down south it's rolex and cardiere +We dont go to clubs unless they got a party there +(Redd) +Down south 5-0's be slangin the billy clubs +Down south you ain't gone find to many silly thugs +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south stick together like glue +And we love our music slowed down by screw +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys +Major labels dont even wanna call these boys +(Lil' Flip) +Down south I make em stop like DMX +And lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx +(Redd) +Down south every other ride is on twenty inches +On a bad day I prolly conversate with twenty winches +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we push rhymes like weight +And the real hangry grill fake hang with fake +(Lil' Flip) +Down south it ain't no stopin me +And I got more zeros then the lottery +(Chorous repeat 2 times) +(Redd) +Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way +Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south all you hear is H.A.W.K +And thats the reason why I hit your flum face +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ridin in vipers and vets +Down south we wearin nikes and sweats +(Lil' Flip) +And down south sucka free got the game sowed up +Down south everybody sayin man hold up +(Lil' Flip) +Down south all we do is ride on chrome +Down south we got dvd's inside our home +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ballin for the millenium +I got a drop escalade and I ain't even twenty-one +(Lil' Flip) +Down south everybody know I'm shinin quick +Can somebody flush the toilet (*toilet sound*) +Cuz I'm the shit down south" +"Bastard (Satan’s Kid)[Intro] +Oh +This is +[Chorus] +Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib +Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live +Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end +Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics +Daddy used to look at me like, ""Who the fuck this baby is?"" +Uncle used to say, ""Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"" +Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid +I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) +[Refrain] +Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn +I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn +Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn +I made the world turn, that's a turn on +I'm on every song that I turn on +I got it turnt up, got it turnt on +I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off +Weed loud as every siren they turn on +Bust down so bright, it's burning +These diamonds so white, they German +Your diamonds ain't right, they turning +Cocaine white as my attorney +All types of guns, no type of permits +All types of coffins, all types of gurneys +From my driveway to my front door +It has been quite a journey +[Interlude] +It has been quite a journey +From my driveway to my front door +It has been quite a journey +[Chorus] +Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib +Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live +[Verse] +Walking on water, this a new world order +These niggas out of order like a fish out of water (Huh?) +I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera +Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin' +Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin' +A real sharp sharpshooter, I don't miss my target +And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie +Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin' +Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn +I know the paper burn for the long term +I know my big concern when I toss and turn +I know my big concern 'bout the long term +I know the paper burn like the fire burn +I know it don't burn unless I confirm +I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch your heart burn +Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn +Swag go head to shoe (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah +Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah +Killers come behind ya, can you say, ""Murder for hire?"" +Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah +[Chorus] +Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib +Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live +Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end +Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics +Daddy used to look at me like, ""Who the fuck this baby is?"" +Uncle used to say, ""Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"" +Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid +I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) +[Refrain] +Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn +I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn +Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn +I made the world turn, that's a turn on +I'm on every song that I turn on +I got it turnt up, got it turnt on +I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off +Weed loud as every siren they turn on +Bust down so bright, it's burning +These diamonds so white, they German +Your diamonds ain't right, they turning +Cocaine white as my attorney +All types of guns, no type of permits (Yeah) +All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (Yeah, yeah) +From my driveway to my front door (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +It has been quite a journey +[Outro] +It has been quite a journey +From my driveway to my front door +It has been quite a journey, nigga6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +Street ShitLyrics not available at the moment sorry!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy +"Fuck Her Sister*Lyrics from snippet +...She gon' let me fuck her sister, she gon' do what I say...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Whatever[Intro] +Hey boy, you know sometimes when two people are in love +They just can't seem to get it together; And that's how I feel about you +[Verse 1] +He already knew I was down for the cause +But 'hard to get' is much more fun +What's better than that really +Son was like feel me +I was all, nah +Catching feelings truly upset when he had to go +And school me on ways of catching a mate, God +I'm matchin' a date cuz I'm lacking skills +And mack is smaller than an iPod +I'm kiddin' I know the mackin' is rules +Was tackin' on the wifey latch since backpacking in school +But he's different though I feel him mo +Can't play it simple, No +Can't fuck up the friendship for them dimples, nope +I need to enter his space and probe his Interscope +Just like I'm vanity lookin' for his inner glow +He's not a bad boy, I've never sampled his type before +Moved to New York from Los Angeles +Cali Swagger ain't attached to nothing +We puffin' analyzing the city after he's rolling something +I wanna rock a fella so bad, oh man +Note pad's filled with all the ink his soul had +Visions of us kissing the whole nine +No jive, could picture his whole profile +But I can't step, I risk the chance of losing everything +Our friendship is more important than a wedding ring +Now when he's calling me I keep acting shady +And lately screening all his calls to escape he +Keeping my heart safely tucked in but I can't function +Until the aftermath of our conjunctions passed +Punking out, I'm ducking out his way +Can't look him in the face, eyes drippin' with game +My mind's trippin' again, damn +[Interlude] +Damn, you just got me going crazy. I think I... I think I... +I love you. I think I love you but... +[Refrain] +Maybe it just shouldn't be us two +Maybe I'm just not the one who's right you know +And maybe we can't be together tonight +Or maybe it's just not good +I mean, maybe you need another girl +Maybe I can't just be in your world +Maybe we just can't be together +For you, whatever +[Interlude] +Boy you got me going crazy. Should we be lovers, should we +Be friends. I just wanna be with you, until the end +[Verse 2] +I, J. Grae do solemnly need this fresh to death man +Even blind girls can see that he's Def Jam +I'm in this universal problem +Y'all can probably relate, y'all follow then +So do I give my loving to him +Or would that just ruin everything that we're about +I'm so attached to him +He knows the way I am, tempers un-godly so +Domestic violence could turn to me on death row +He's so persistent with it, we're making out again +We double dating, out with one of his Columbia friends +He didn't graduate, so it makes him feel shitty +We leave the place and wonder hand in hand around the city +He leans in kisses me, his G-Unit shiftily +My mind is misses sweet we moving into ecstasy +His warmth next to me, now we're all necking +Three hours later naked, me laying in his arms affectionate +[Refrain] +Maybe it just shouldn't be us two +Maybe I'm just not the one who's right you know +And maybe we can't be together tonight +Or maybe it's just not good +I mean, maybe you need another girl +Maybe I can't just be in your world +Maybe we just can't be together +For you, still whatever +[Outro] +Well I guess I, I guess I was the one for you +This is beautiful +Just us together forever and ever and ever +Can I get you anything? +Do you need some weed? +Some Backwoods? +A back rub? +A slice of cake? +I'd do anything for you boy... +Anything... anything... +Except for that..." +"The Champions[Intro: Lil Wayne] +What up squiddy +This ya cat weezy baby +Here to speak on tha sqad IE young money +Ya'll niggas gotta feel me man +Even peep where i'm at +See what i see +Like my muthafuckkin young team ain't the fuckin best niggga +Like i ain't got gutta +Like i ain't got nut +Like i ain't got dizzy +Like i ain't got yo +Like i ain't got me nigga +What tha fuck wrong with you calm ass +Pussy ass, bitch ass niggas +This shit right here is young money +This marks the first fuckin day of closure +For the rest of you bitch niggas +If you ain't young money or cash money +You ain't seein money nigga +That's how the shit go +We here to take this shit +I'm charged lawd, i'm charged +Nigga, we gonna kick this shit off +I got my producer bout to start this shit off +My producer on the track plus spinnin' +Eat them niggas up rod +[Verse 1: Raj Smoove] +Damn wayne niggas need to stop +Think about the sqad for a change +We the shit nigga stackin chips +What makes you think we gon change +I'm in the lab doin beats +Stay in the streets pushin thangs +Watch when the album drops +Come spring we gon be pushin thangs +Cycle wood that's my click linked with the sqadren +Damn all these hoes can't be wrong +Jock cause me whole team so strong +1 was approved +2 was approved +3 guarenteed our spot +4 put the game on lock +Sqad 5 all in ya back BIOTCH!!!! +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +It's the young money squiddy sqad +Fuck dem otha niggas boi +And we been hearin a bunch of niggas dissin hard +And we been givin dick to otha niggas broads +And we been makin chips while otha niggas starve +It's young weezy baby +Blacks in me 80 +Rap don't really faze me +This mack and pimpin pays me +I tax my bitches daily +With the game i shot +It's young money and the game is ours BIOTCH!!!! +[Verse 3: T-Streets] +I'm a young nigga, yellow nigga, skinny nigga, mellow nigga, what +Any nigga get it it's whatever +I'm a rebel, i'm a devil, i'm a fuckin paper boy (what) +Bustas best avoid +This the level that them othas can't pedal this the sqad up on me (what) +Got sqad up on me +We sqad up on you +And ride with the chrome me +Die for the hommies +Recognize the moment SQAD UP PEOPLE!!!! +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +BIOTCH!! this is young money like i said nigga +Led by the nigga FeFe +Led by the muthafuckkin Birdman +Led my the muthafuckkin nigga weezy baby +Led by the nigga supa busta +Led my the nigga c sees a leo +Nigga holla at ya fuckin dude +Get at ya boy +I'm not fuckin finished i got my young nigga Gutta Gutta +All the streets love him +[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] +This is ya gangsta +Gun em down bang em and shake em +Fuck was you thinkin you headed for danger +My city is tanted where slum is a villager +Bitches, runnin and dealin this crack by they cylicone +This is the sqad a fellions +Grind for many, tha sky the limit +Speed through in 5 and sixes +Shitin on bitches and hittin at snitches we diggin ya ditches +Cheese love when gutta be spitin cause gutta be shittin +Don't get it twisted with this cause gutta be clickin +Two tips stuck ta ya fitted ya body be missin +Loose lips stick out bitches don't botha a nigga +Loose ship down to tha fishes bottle of rivers +Cool whip under ya shirt ohh desert +Too gutta for this earth +Dude deserve it +Move under influence of earth +High as fuck +The champions is sqad up, gutta gutta +[Interlude: Lil wayne] +We are the fuckin champions NIGGA! +This is fuckin young mushu +I swear ta god i'm charged lawd +Sqad up, I.E. young money biotch! +In ya back, snacky snack +Wayne here, Tatrice i see ya, wessy west +Holla at ya dude +My muthafuckin D boys biotch +I feel it, i feel it i swear ta god +Ya'll know it wouldn't be right without ya boy +[Verse 5: Lil wayne] +This is the sqad, this is the mob +You lookin for a pimp bitch this is the guy +This is the guy that her girlfriend ride +Put the triggers up high, by the triggas we die +And a nigga be jived to tha killing insides +Kill him inside, kill him in ride like +Should a man die, real men survive +In the middle of the field there will be sqad like +What it is parner i'm a squadren +Hardly seein niggas they ain't up to my standards +??? we do is sit in here in a cut back caddie +??? to a bitch ain't runnin my habbit +??? to a switch, what are my habbits +I'm a muthafuckin urban legend +Urban stress bring purpleness, murder Rabbit +Ask ya bitch you probably heard i stabbed it +Eagle street is the turf i'm reppin +Weezy wee from the murder capi-tol +Easily get a bird ta crack a 2 +We tha shit watch word get back ta you +Hot nigga wayne, pop nigga frame +Though papa been a while put the thang on a chop scame thang +Watch homboys drop everythang +Better not got a dame, i'm a make fa sho she +Do her thang when she get up in my range and +Give me her cock, i give her brain that hoe +I'm not playin this is how the game go +I'm not playin this is how the game go +This is how the young money thang go +Fe see you, Su see you, ??? see you +Gutta, Streets, Nut, Diz, J, Yo +Where you at Rodrick on the track +Holla back BIOTCH!!!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Cartoon (feat. Shell & Mouse On Tha Track)Damn why it feel like its saturday mornin in this b****.girl in the corner lookin like dora the explorer.bartender lookin like stewart griffin.security guard lookin like homer simpson..ooo s***.i must be in a cartoon damn..too many triple stacks(throw it back) +Shell:look,lookin out my mind yeah im on bout two is you thuggin is your rollin i say how bout you?i done mixed the ninja turtle with a lil grey goose now im bout to transform cuz im into cartoons.gotta ??? track of pills and a ounce of that dough and my b**** rolled too in a spongebob shirt,she ain't trippin tho she done bought her friends too i use to knock that p**** out off a half of blues clues.back to my crew yeah my n***** go hard,i done left caught a charge gettin full of dem bars ,i had this episode f***** with this lil broad,she wanted me to hit it hit it by ????,you know im a dawg so i didn't hit it raw,that red transformer got my d*** real hard,she said the pill make her feel like she sittin on mars so i ate her ??? and beat that p**** on the sharks +Chorus:im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)doin spongebob on em do the ninja turtle on em goin bart simpson on em ima transform on em..goin bugs bunny on em i mickey mouse on em goin blues clues on em(in a cartoon) +Boosie:cross the track we throw em back from the summer to the winter use to be a ninja turtle now i turned to master splinter i be actin you can't see me i turn to dragon ball z took two to the head dawg an i turned to sonic the hedgehog im clifford red dawg we actin me and my 40 Glock we like scooby doo and shaggy im poppa smurf round this b**** when im on purple round this b**** big bucks like scroge mcduff ain't out of s***(im in a cartoon)feel like im on the moon saw my girl porsha but my eyes saw dora homer simpson in the buildin(ayyy mouse where marge at?)i can't find tootie aww s**** where bart at(throw em back throw em back)???? im always in trouble call me garfield the cat me and my dawgs we gettin stacks you can call us thunder cats look at my neck you see im on like im kin to fred flintstone +ChrosEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I’m Wit Ya[Verse 1] +Turn me up thug nigga, turn me up +You know I’m bout to thug with ya +You’re probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now +Your head smoking +Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don’t want to talk +Don’t worry nigga, you gon see better days coming +Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting +I know today a day that you never seen coming +Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you’re crying +Let me thug with you, I know that feeling +Block ain’t even bumping +Can’t stay out the rear view, you got bitch worries +Niggas at your head, you’re paranoid +Everywhere they go, they staring hard +[Hook] +I’m wit you, I’m wit you, I’m wit you +I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry +Boosie wit you, I’m with you, I’m with you +I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +I-I know that feeling, nigga I’m wit you +I know, I-I know +Know that feeling, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m +[Verse 2] +Lights off, cold water +Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter +Saw the slot machine and couldn’t stop putting in quarters +Kids blame mama cause they never had a father +Let me thug wit you, I know the game +Know how to make mistakes you can’t explain +This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot +Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor +[?] That'll slow her down, you probably listening to me now +I’m going through some real shit +Granny in the hospital and she real sick +Attitude with everybody being a real bitch +Cause losing your daddy you ain’t ready to deal with +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +When it all falls down, I know that feeling +When it ain’t too many left to call, I know that feeling +When your dog turn small, same law +And hatred from these racists ring loud +I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question +Part of my life was like an old time Western +Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be +Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean +Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team +People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream +Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends +Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"86' (Remix)[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Ayo, ayo +Wood green jacket in the clapper +Catch me inside Mojito City with a stretched plump actress +Grabbin her thong, the light-skinned Nia Long +Rich niggas way back, the bitch do John +Why would you ever wanna be here? +Guns bigger than me here +I'm like the centipede, three pair +Wallabees, first pair ferocious +Guns from Scotia, everybody know I flow like oceans +Truck little pieces, how we gonna eat this? +I walk around fly, high, telekinesis +And my lady, a well known designer who fell in line with me +And all she do is sell LV +We in the grow house, trees look alone +I built the Dutch Master train set kid, relax, you home +And watchin' Carmelo and the Knicks go in +I'm playin' my square, I'm in the front row, my bitch roll in +That's not wifey, that's a lover +She gave me some top, but how we met, she was alone with my brother +Givin twenty-year veteran good dick, came to my senses +Stay strong like old man in dentures +Winter time rockin' a fox, hangin' with Bruno Mars, The LOX +Sting, yo, Nas' pops +We gettin' honies, Rat Pack clique in my gunny +Blowin' two Ls, Ocean Eleven this money +Floss stays coolin' on them horses +Hoppin' over logs, long Polo boots, ownin' them Porsches +Maxin' king, everything' Gucci +Just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in Jacuzzis +Brother Man, I'm floatin' to mother lands +And came back with ounces of gold, wrapped inside rubber bands +Hangin' in McCormick & Schmitz +Doin' my OG thing, slangin' some 'caine in the mix +[Chorus: Altrina Renee] +I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside +Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars +On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit +Life's good either way, 'long as you in this +[Verse 2: AZ] +Uhh, from bullet holes and graffiti +Bein' low to exposin' money rolls on the TV +Clothes on neatly, cologne switchin' weekly +Women chose, now need to be told how to treat me +Discreetly, used to dick 'em down just for GP +Freaky, now I worth a fortune on Phoebe's +Easy, went from 22s on the shoes +And just chill with the factory feel, I'm still cool +Refuel, fresh from the era, Lo-sweater, cold weather +Used to beef if Ra' or Kane flow better +Forever, Larry Davis live, be obliged +For those broads bein' blessed to absorb a nigga vibe +Reside, in various places +Some spacious, others is basic +But the face lift, escalates it +Persuasive, polly with many, but not friendly +Cop Balenci', fly Versa' and rock Fendi +And he, came from the bottom, no problem +Nothin' surprise me, niggas try but can't size him +Possum, me and the missus, gourmet dishes +Instagramin' our pictures under chandelier fixtures +Scriptures, script from the heart +My pit's dark, chess players keep what I peep, I pick apart +My wiz is sharp, wine and dine when it's time +Line for line, leavin' that crime shit behind +The world is mine, suited and booted, so secluded +Leaving 'em clueless, this is how thorough niggas do this.. huh +Quiet Money, Ice Water +[Chorus: Altrina Renee] +I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside +Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars +On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit +Life's good either way, 'long as you in this" +"I Get Money[Produced by Apex] +[Intro: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I get money +I— I get money +I— I get— I get— (Fifty!) +I get— I get— +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +I took quarter waters, sold it in bottles for two bucks +Then, Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions—what the fuck? +Have a baby by me, baby—be a millionaire +I write the check before the baby comes—who the fuck cares? (Ow!) +I'm stanky-rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit +Southside's up in this bitch +Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope +I did play the block, now I play on boats (Yeah) +In the south of France, baby, Saint-Tropez +Get a tan, I'm already Black; rich, I'm already that +Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat +Call that a riddle, rat, shit, fuck the chitter-chat (Ooh, ooh!) +I'm the baker, I bake the bread; the barber, I cut your head +The marksman, I spray the lead, I bloodclaat-chop your leg +Do not fuck with the kid +I get biz with the Sig, I come where you live—you dig? (Oh!) +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new, though +I got rid of my old bitch; now, I got new hoes (Woo!) +First, it was the Benzo; now, I'm in the Enzo +Ferrari—I'm sorry, I keep blowing up (Oh!) +They call me the cake man, the strawberry-shake man +I spray the AR, make your whole clique breakdance (Yeah) +Backspin, head-spin, flatline, you're dead, then +Nine shells, Mac-10—who wan' get it cracking? +I was young, I couldn't do good; now, I can't do bad +I ride, wreck the new Jag? I just buy the new Jag +Now, nigga, why you mad? +Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful +They calling me cocky +I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky +It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand +Bling like ""Blaow!, you like my style +Ha, ha! I'm heading to the bank right now +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +[Bridge: 50 Cent] +Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk +Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York +When I come out ofcourt, yeah, I pop the cork +I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk (I, I get it) +In the hood if you ask about me +They'll tell ya I'm about my bread (I, I get it) +Round the world if ya ask about me +They'll tell you they love the kid (I, I get it) +[Break: 50 Cent] +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (Yeah) +Ho, hey (I run New York) +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (Yeah, yeah) +Ho, hey (I run New York) +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I'm back on the streets, man) +I— I get money; money, I got (I'm bringing the heat, man) +I— I get money; money, I got (I'm on my grind) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (Like all the time) +I— I get money; money, I got (Tryna stop my shine?) +I— I get money; money, I got (I'll cock my nine) +I— I get money; money, I got (Don't get out of line) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I said, ""Don't get out of line"") +[Outro: 50 Cent] +I, I get it +I, I get it +Yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"For My PeopleUhh, yo +This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? +(Fuck, yeah!) +People, gangstas, and pimps and people +Smokin' that lethal reefer +Up in the club the speakers +High hats and base and tweeters +DJ is jockin' needles +Sweat till I catch a fever +Call me the illest diva +Yo I'm on fire +People go head and drink up +Get in the club get fucked up +See me you got get lucked up +Someone to touch and rub up +Show me some love +Strip off your clothes +And take off your socks +The party's jumpin', I see something fine +(Ooh) +Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy +(Too shy) +Let me dance with you, let me wear you out +(Out) +Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out +The music's bangin', way down in my soul +(Soul) +When you dance behind me, I lose all control +(Ohh) +Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist +(My waist) +When the music comes on, you take my breath away +This is for my people, my party people +This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down down +This is for my people, my party people +This is for my people, my ecstasy people +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down +(Oh, the bar) +I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks +(Uh huh) +And I got this feeling, and it's all over me +(Ooh) +I wanna dance with you, and lick your face +(Ooh) +Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy +The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score +(Score) +Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more +(Oww) +'Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away +(Ahh) +I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me +This is for my people, my party people +This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down get on down +This is for my people, my party people +This is for my people, my ecstasy people +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down +Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back +Baby you the mack, and you know that +Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that +Bring the beat back +Oh, freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back +Baby you the mack, and you know that +Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that +Bring the beat back +Uno dos tres +(Uno dos tres) +Uno dos tres +(Uno dos tres) +Uno dos tres +(Uno dos tres) +Uno dos tres +(Uno dos tres) +Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans +All night liquored up while I'm tryin' to dance +Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands +Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan +Can't stand when a bitch all in my side +I don't even know her and she all up in my light +Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight +Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right +Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song +Know I'm tryna to shake my ass all night long +Cuttin' up the same shit all night long +High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown +Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want +Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt +I don't give a fuck he ain't gon' take away my fun +See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh +This is for my people, my party people +This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down down +This is for my people, my party people +This is for my people, my ecstasy people +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down +C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down" +"Niggas Bleed[Verse 1] +""Today's agenda (Woo!), got the suitcase up in the Sentra (Ugh) +Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya +Feel the strangest if no money exchanges (Uh-huh) +I got these kids in Ranges to leave them niggas brainless (Ugh) +All they tote is stainless, you just remain as +Calm as possible, make the deal go through +If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do +Please make your killings clean, slugs up in between +They eyes like True Lies, kill 'em and flee the scene +Just bring back the coke or the cream, or else (Ugh) +Your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank +Them cats we fucking with put bombs in your mom's gas tank"" +""Let's get this money baby (Ugh), they shady, we get shady +Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty .380s (Ugh, ugh) +Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out +I got gats that blow the wall out +Clear the mall out, fuck the fallout +Word to Stretch, I bet they pussy +The seven digits push me (Ugh) +Fucking real, here's the deal (Ugh) +I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 apiece (Uh-huh) +Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach (Uh-huh) +Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce? +Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech +Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5 +I kill 'em all, I'll be set for life""—""Frank, pay attention +These motherfuckers is henchmen (Ugh), renegades +If you die, they still get paid, extra probably; fuck a robbery +I'm the boss, promise you won't rob 'em""—""I promise"" +But, of course, you know I had my fingers crossed +[Chorus] +(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared +Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me +(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being shook +We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook +(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture a nigga hiding +My life in that man's hands while he just deciding +(Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe +With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol (Ugh!) +[Verse 2] +Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron +From Tucson, push the black Yukon +Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley (Uh-huh) +Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely (Ugh) +Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux +Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece +Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut +His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up +That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish +Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats +Here's a criminal, nigga made America's Most +Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat +The nigga got bagged with the toast +Weeded, took it to trial, beat it +Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it +""Nothing to lose"" tattooed around his gun wounds +""Everything to gain"" embedded in his brain +And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying +Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying +Y'all know the science +[Chorus] +(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared +Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me +(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being shook +We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook +(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture a nigga hiding +My life in that man's hands while he just deciding +(Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe +With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol (Ugh) +[Verse 3] +We agreed—to go in shooting is silly +Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis +So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican (Ugh) +Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her peeps in '91 +Stole a gun from my workers +And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us +We blazed they place; long story, Glo' seen't my face +Got shook, thought a nigga was coming for the safe (Haha!) +Now she breaking, ""Shut up! 112, what's shaking?"" +""A Jamaican, some bitches, I swear they look gay +And a black Range Rover been outside all day"" +If it's trouble, let me know, I'll be on my way +""Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed"" +Nightmare, this bitch don't need +""Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this +Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice"" +Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place +When they evacuate, they meet they fate +""Ron, pass the gasoline,"" the nigga passed me kerosene (Ugh) +Fuck it, it's flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable +Strike the match, just what I expected +The dread kid ejected in seconds, and here come two... +Opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian +We in the hallway, waiting patient +As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting +I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing, I swear to God +I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest +Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast (Ugh) +She crying, headshots put her to rest +Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces +The spot's hot: sprinklers, alarm systems +That's when other guests start to slip in +It's time for us to get to dipping +I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up +Flipping, pistol-gripping, I load the clip in +The hallway got real loud and crowded +They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it +The funny thing about it, through all the excitement (Uh-huh) +They Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant +Stupid motherfuckers (Hahahahahaha!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +CrazyLyrics haven't been released ye +"Just FineYeah +Yeah +Yeah +I'm going in y'all +Okay it's Oh Eight +Young Wayne just back on the scene +With the green +And a cup full of ling +Ba-ling symbolizes the bottom +We at the top +And Pimp-C dead last year was a shock +And my flow is so tip top notch +Cause' I'm on my raps like a Hip-Hop cop +Why oh why +My oh my +Ms. Mary J +I am so obliged +For you to involve Weezy Baby! +I told my mom and she went crazy +She said ""son thats a good look for ya"" +And she wanted me to let you know that +She would cook for ya +But back to the subject +Something you could dance to +Cause Swizzy is a bad dude +And Weezy is a can do +And we are crack, smack +That never wack +Like I never had a caddy +I would never lack +And I would never lie +I would never say never +When I ever say never +Say never cause' I never gave up +Whatever +It's whatever +I be with bad guys and good fellas' +Yeah +You're jealous +And we're not dot com +E-Mail us +Yeah i did a joint wit Mary J Blige my nigga +Let it go +Can't let this thing called love get away from you +Feel free right now, going do what you want to do +Can't let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we +No time for moping around, are you kidding? +And no time for negative vibes, cause I'm winning +It's been a long week, I put in my hardest +Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right +So I like what I see when I'm looking at me +When I'm walking past the mirror +No stress through the night, at a time in my life +Ain't worried about if you feel it +Got my head on straight, I got my mind right +I ain't gonna let you kill it +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just fine +Feels so good, when you're doing all the things that you want to do +Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new +Keep your head up high +In yourself, believe in you, believe in me +Having a really good time, I'm not complaining +And I'm a still wear a smile if it raining +I got to enjoy myself regardless +I appreciate life, I'm so glad I got mine +So I like what I see when I'm looking at me +When I'm walking past the mirror +Ain't worried about you and what you gonna do +I'm a lady so I must stay classy +Got to keep it hot, keep it together +If I want to get better +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I won't change my life, my life's just fine +I ain't gon' let nothing get in my way +(I ain't gone let nobody bring me down, no, no, no) +No matter what nobody has to say +(No way, no way, no way) +I ain't gon' let nothing get in my way +No matter what nobody has to say +Feels so good, when you're doing all the things that you want to do +Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new +It's a really good thing to say +That I won't change my life, my life's just fine +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I won't change my life, my life's just fine +So I like what I see when I'm looking at me +When I'm walking past the mirror +No stress through the night, at a time in my life +Ain't worried about if you feel it +Got my head on straight, I got my mind right +I ain't gonna let you kill it +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just fineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Interlude[Produced by Willy Will] +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Carter IV, it's on +Yeah, it sound like that Lil', man, they be like ""Wayne +That nigga right over there, that nigga's from another planet"" +Cut the weed, pop-pop +Insanity shit, niggas from this planet can't see +U-u-u-u-uhh +[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] +Hot's what it is, watch what the kid drops +I'ma get the prop if you're not with the biz +Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib +So hatin' motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs +Off of the thizz, but I'm boss +It don't matter what the cost +When I live right across from the Wiz +Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid +Leavin' nothin' but mothers stuck and plus a coffin to give +What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder +Lil Weezy cookin' and I'm a server +Further, that's what I'ma get doing this +Remember when eating Gerber +Mama said to kill 'em all and I heard her +Thank you Baby for what became Lil Wayne +He's gettin' all the people knowin' that Strange in the game +I been really able to hang in the fame +But when he shouted my name, it's been a change in my lane +I'm a Klusterfuk and lovin' nothin' but to get your brain +And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut +And take a nigga's dame with no shame +Really be bussin' up, they thinkin' they thuggin' tough +But never do knuckle up, you in the gang, you bang +You drug and touchin' every thang, you lame +Sucka, you cannot sustain the reign +Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this +Ballin' nigga, Strange Music, crew threw swishes +I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is +Well, you listenin' to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo bidness +[Verse 2: André 3000] +Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black +I tell a nigga, ""All those flows are borrowed"" +It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks +I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars +So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles +No car doors, whatcha call those? +A whole carload, of raw hoes +In a Jeep Defender +Please remember, don’t feed the Simba +Three’s assembled like nobody +He's a symbol of what's safari +Pulled her ponytail to my body +She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough +To call me 'Mr. Benjamin' in the middle of a wild party +Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder +How come the only girls that are thought of +Are the light ones? Well tonight then +We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones +It’s important that you are more than +Welcome to Tha Carter IV and +Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head +And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Spiritual War[Chorus] +I see you got your spin, careful with that shit +Quiet on the set, police on our neck +Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace +Unholy water my cup +In this mental, physical, spiritual war +Yeah it's a spiritual war +It's an actual, factual, supernatural war +[Verse 1] +Listen, I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood +My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug +Whole universe is my outlet, I and I, we are one +Respect the flower of life, or get your petal plucked like +She love me or she love me not? +You love me or you love what I got? +It's okay if you're scared, turn your fear into power +We got serpents in the garden, some of those apples are sour +GMO +[Chorus] +Careful with that shit +Quiet on the set, police on our neck +Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace +Unholy water my cup, a little Henny +In this mental, physical, spiritual war +Yeah it's a spiritual war +It's an actual, factual, supernatural war +[Verse 2] +I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood +My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug +Whole universe is my power source, I stay on, I stay lit +At 1.21 gigawatts, I brainstorm, start rainin' +Start rainin', start rainin' +At 1.21 gigawatts, I brainstorm and start rainin' +On you warriors, we not scared +We stand in front your tanks like Tiananmen Square +[Chorus] +I see you got your spin, careful with that shit +Quiet on the set, police on our neck +Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace +Unholy water my cup +In this mental, physical, spiritual war +Yeah it's a spiritual war +It's an actual, factual, supernatural war +I see you got your spin, careful with that shit +Quiet on the set, police on our neck +Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace +Unholy water my cup +In this mental, physical, spiritual war +Yeah it's a spiritual war +It's an actual, factual, supernatural warEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"I RememberI Remember nigga +Boosie Bad Azz +I Remember nigga (2x) +[Boosie Talking] +Now I remember everything +From them cold night on the block +I remember the struggle +I remember the shine +I remember they faces when they saw me shine +Nigga I remember everything +[Verse 1 - Boosie] +Outside with no shirt (I remember nigga) +Talked loud in that church (I remember nigga) +Nigga stole all my work (I remember nigga) +Kirby took my lick in court (I remember nigga) +Them plantation days, do you remember that +The good times that we had in big digem lac +Do you remember debra proch when it was hot and steaming +Do you remember when we moved shop down there by leman +Do you remember at the room hoes catching semen +Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon +Yeah nigga I remember cross the tracks +When calvan rich and kenny wayne had a gang of that crack +Mane I remember all that when E-40 was jamming +Everybody play B's and D's listening to that dayton family +I remember daddy-O when he put me on syrup +Remember Junior was 14 working with a quarter bird nigga +[Hook - Boosie] 2x +Them long night on the block (I remember nigga) +Went from a little to a lot (I remember nigga) +In this world with no dreams (I remember nigga) +Gone off X and codine (I remember nigga) +[Verse 2 - Boosie] +When daddy left this world (I remember nigga) +Tha nights I made them lil girls (I remember nigga) +Grandpa preaching at church (I remember nigga) +Grucen gave me my first work (I remember nigga) +Me and big chris on the block (I remember nigga) +Walk in the school with a knot (I remember nigga) +Remember nobody ain't like us (I remember nigga) +When I set it off with titus (I remember nigga) +17 I was a donkey +Killing my own people +Serving my own uncles +Gave life to trell (I remember nigga) +When he touch down I caused hell (I remember nigga) +My first fifty block of weed (I remember nigga) +I wasn't nothing but 19 (I remember nigga) +When I first met T and Mel (I remember nigga) +When y'all got me out of jail (I remember nigga) +Yeah (I remember nigga) +[Hook - Boosie] 2x +[Verse 3 - Boosie] +First time I rode clean (I remember nigga) +Got my heart broke at 14 (I remember nigga) +Member the first nigga I robbed (I remember) +I remember them tears cried +I remember they killed ""I"" +I remember them pills I used to pop +That had a nigga Frenzy +Same niggas I used to pop wit now they envy +Cousins frenzy I'm on some flossed out shit +I go to emmy when I wanna floss my wrist +Member daddy used to hit momma when times was hard +But it never showed on her boys cause her boys was spoiled +Member my beamer, my maginum, and my 45 +Member my silver STS with the fresh ties +My old school monte' carlo nigga, candy black +Member my Ram Truck +My old school cadillac +Member my benz that was black but I wet it silver +Remember my orange and black race car with them ??? nigga +I remember everything +I remember (3x) +I Remember nigga +[After the 4th time add] +Like it was yesterday1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Spicy[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +(Muah!) Muy caliente +Time to keep it cool, that's what the wrist say +Don't be a fool, that's what the fist say (woo) +I'm crushin' these bitches like it's a Wednesday +Skrt skrt, that what the Wraith do +Inside whited out, I just erased you +Outside all black, it's biracial +I'm married to the money and I'm so faithful +Man, this ring finger so icy (icy) +It's like my middle finger don't fuck with it (fuck y'all niggas) +These red bottoms so spicy (spicy) +It's like there's red pepper stuck to the bottom of 'em +[Hook: Lil' Kim] +Pull up in the dawn, spicy +250 on the arm, spicy +They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy +When Kim come through, they get spicy +You know my niggas be, spicy +And all my bitches be, spicy +Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy +The team lit, everythin' we do spicy +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +Shit's real, he got ADD, Kim make him sit still +He wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel +I'm too classy, too bossy +You bitches ain't spicy, y'all just salty +Pull up with the draco in the trunk, call it Aubrey +Kimmy got the spice, hold the keys to ya life +And you bitches couldn't Xscape with T.I's wife +I'm so spicy +[Hook: Lil' Kim] +Pull up in the dawn, spicy +250 on the arm, spicy +They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy +When Kim come through, they get spicy +You know my niggas be, spicy +And all my bitches be, spicy +Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy +The team lit, everythin' we do spicy +[Bridge: Fabolous] +We steppin' in hotter this year +We steppin' in hotter this year +And they ain't gon' like it +They gon' be spicy +[Verse 3: Fabolous] +Hold up, filet that pussy then let it sauté +Then I sprinkle on it like I'm Salt Bae +Them jerks ain't gettin' chicken so they hot sauce +You drippin' wack juice, boy, it's not sauce +Stop hypin' up these goofies and wack rhymers +Your dick suckin' done got worse than Blac Chyna +Spice out the cabinet aka the closet +I'm makin' up some fly shit, I'm makin' a deposit +Remember we was playin' we gon' make it in the projects +To get that off white you gotta make it from the Pyrex +Now I'm into cayenne, drippin' sriracha +Tell a nigga stay cool 'fore we turn up in hot shit, nigga +Get some bangin' head, then amnesia on 'em +Should I plain jane or add the seasonin' on em'? +Kimmy +[Hook: Lil' Kim] +Pull up in the dawn, spicy +250 on the arm, spicy +They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy (I-C-Y) +Why Kim come through, they get spicy +You know my niggas be, spicy +And all my bitches be, spicy +Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy +The team lit, everythin' we do spicy +[Bridge: Fabolous] +We steppin' in hotter this year +We steppin' in hotter this year +And they ain't gon' like it +They gon' be spicy +[Hook: Lil' Kim] +You know my niggas be, spicy +And all my bitches be, spicy +Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy +The team lit, everythin' we do spicy +[Outro: Fabolous] +Kimmy, they gon' be spicy after this one!" +"Saint Pablo[Intro: Kanye West] +Yeah, 9:08 L.A. time +Back in the lab and shit +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +My wife said, I can't say no to nobody +And at this rate we gon' both die broke +Got friends that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt +And like my wife said, I still didn't say no +People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter +My friends' best advice was to stay low +I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills +Especially when you got family members on payroll +The media said it was outlandish spendin' +The media said he's way out of control +I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin' +I'm not out of control, I'm just not in their control +I know I'm the most influential +That TIME cover was just confirmation +This generation's closest thing to Einstein +So don't worry about me, I'm fine +I can see a thousand years from now in real life +Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like +Troll conventional thought, don't need to question +I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive +Thank God for Jay Electra, he down with the mission +Did it with no permission, on our own conditions +Most blacks with money have been beaten to submission +Yeezy with the big house, did it way different +Never listen to Hollywood producers +Don't stare at money too long, it's Medusa +The ultimate Gemini has survived +I wasn't supposed to make it past 25 +[Chorus: Sampha] +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Yeah, I feel like I'm home, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come +A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums +I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro +If the phone ringin', go and get your kids, ho +Brother Don Muhammad told the minister about the presentation +He sat back and smiled +Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime +The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime +Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook +But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout, ""How my neck look?"" +Well, it all looks great +Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains +The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard +Real family stick together and see through the mirage +The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality +Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary? +I am one with the people +I am one with the people (Real!) +I've been woken from enlightened man's dream +Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self-esteem +Let me not say too much or do too much +'Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch +I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen +So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin' +God, I have humbled myself before the court +Drop my ego and confidence was my last resort +I know, I know He got a plan, I know I'm on Your beams +One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me +When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me +One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me +When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me +Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see +I would've took a hundred million and gave twenty to Hov +I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove +But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks +'Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke +Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go +We all go +Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo +She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo +Modern-day MJ, with a off-the-wall flow +[Bridge: Sampha] +Nightlife, walk all over me +Walk all over me +I'm deliverin' everything I've ever sent that you'll bring +Fly, fly, fly overseas +Fly overseas +Oh, anywhere, everything but in between +Oh, yeah +[Chorus: Sampha] +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +[Verse 3: Sampha] +Please face me when I speak +Please say to me somethin' before you leave +You've been treatin' me like I'm invisible, now I'm visible to you +Oh, the invisible truth stay sober +I can't quite understand the games you play +Understand, understand, understand I'm standin' under oath +And I promised I, I wouldn't fall anymore +But I'm cryin' at the bar +I'm wishin' that you saw my scars, man +I'm wishin' that you came down here and stood by me +And looked at me like you knew me +But I feel so alone +Like I don't know anyone except the night sky above +[Chorus: Sampha] +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky)" +"I Got My(feat. Lil Wayne) +(Lil Wayne:) +I got them greens n them yellows n them purples and that purple in my duffle like I'm in a playas circle and homie you's a square and that's why your girl in my circle and I be killin these hoes n she just another murder I should be arrested I should be molested I told you I'm the best and that should not be contested flow so sick how could you not be infected I got that dope how could she not be injected +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my goons in the back, I got my +(Static Major:) +Party like as rock star but she cutting rocks yeah but I got that guap ya'll looking for a hot broad and she could get knocked off once we get our rocks off it's a ups drop off I'm riding with the top off aka boss hog they said I was a lost cause nahhh I'm riding with the top off aka boss hog watch me brush them hatas off +(Chorus:) +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class ticket, I got my goons in the back +(Static Major:) +First I valet the car, check into my five star hotel, O well, I got 500 horses on 4 wheels and the ice around my neck will give you cold chills aka Eskimo grew up on dixie loaf now it's just filet minion I chase her with a lobster tail I insist I got the bill uhh I got the bill +(Chorus:) +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class tickets, I got my goons in the back I got my +(Static Major:) +We gonna play it like we at the fiesta I go in hard at the grand cosina flippin chips to all my mamamitas let me see you shake ya keista +(Chorus:) +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class tickets, I got my goons in the back I got myEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Bite Our Style (Interlude)Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (Fa la la la la) +Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (Eee fa la la la la) +Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (Fa la la la la) +Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style +Me and Timbaland our style's so superb +Have you heard, have you heard? +Me and Timbaland our style's so superb +Have you heard, have you heard? +Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (Say what) +Have you heard the word?" +"YM Wasted[Intro] +Ha... +Take it, FATBOI +No Ceilings +Ugh +[Verse] +Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it +President, got 'em in the White House naked +Looked at the clock and it say, ""Right now"" +Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial +Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass +Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass +Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back +Bugatti, matte black—""Where they do that at?"" +South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To' +My life is a video and the women want they cameo +I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo +And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical +Now, pop that pussy like a four-four +I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow +It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest +We done put them other niggas on a hiatus +Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data +'Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter +I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later +I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha! +G—Getting money like, ""Hell yeah"" +This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad +And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker +You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers +Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long +New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome +Loyal to the game, the game been good to me +Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha! +We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know +Young Money lay 'em down like old folks +You coming with it? We coming for it +Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit +Real shit, people; now, just absorb it +I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring +And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it +And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me +Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming +She give me hot head, I call it ""global warming"" +If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now +I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow +Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while +You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao +Energizer money: it keep going +I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing +Who rebounding? Who gives a shit? +Fuck that, I got 27 years of this +Hit or miss, I hit your missus +You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes +I—I hit the target, I hit the witness +I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business +Too many visions, completed missions +Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian +We consistent, the streets commend it +Weezy F. Baby, the ""F"" is for ""Forensics"" +From start to finish, Usain Wayne +OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change +You plain-Jane, I’m diverse +I save the world second, and I get high first +I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet +Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep +Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy +I’m always good, like Grandma cookies +Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer +It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer +She going down like the hands on my time-ticker +I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga +We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose +We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose +Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows +Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes +Young Money, baby, and the building grows +As we look up—where did the ceilings go? +[Outro] +Hahaha +No Ceilings28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Soldier Story[Intro: Raekwon] +Yeah, straighten up, niggas let's go, man +For real, man, we goin' in there, man +I'm just gonna say it like this +Eeyithing we do, is for real +Dedication, man +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +From out the rising sun up north, I'm asking Allah +Writing poetry, click clack, my brain'll go all +Lay this new down, I copped them out in Spain +That's some new town, all W's up, come from under Wu +Suckers switch rhymes, patterns on point, flexing slick lines +Catch me in the crease of the beast, Lexus big tires +Always been a leader homeboy, niggas'll blow the beef up +Drink beef eat 'em I meant the German, she be, but try +Thousands of talents, good with nine hundred of them +Niggas don't eat, the wolves taking something then +If you call collect, you better say what's up with them +If you borrow the Tech, you better have a muzzle on them +If he out in despair, you better have a puzzle for them +If we buyin' some gear, you know to bring the duffel for 'em +No we don't just hustle, all we do is tussle for it +Get shot in ya mouth that's just for cussin' to 'em +[Hook: JD Era] +We don't talk cause talk's cheap +The wolves preyin' on the weak, lose paper or lose sleep, nigga +My shit bangin' like a steel drum +Hey this a dedication of the real ones +From N.Y. to Long Beach +To these T-Dot streets +Lose paper or lose sleep, nigga +My shit bangin' like a steel drum +Hey this a dedication of the real ones +[Verse 2: JD Era] +I'm writing to give you more of me, there's more to see +More than petty wars and monotonous beef +I'm more than meets the eye, I'm the eye of the beast +So keep eyein' me too long and get your eyelids beat +The militia, Ice Water dynasty +Your rhymes is weak, and you don't want the line to speak +Your wine'll freeze, Get drunk and climb in sheets +About a dollar, I could go through ten dimes in a week +I got sick of chasing stars with spacious cars +Like take this, tape of ours, no tape no bars +Hoping they, take it abroad in a place so hard +That I could replace my broad and replace my job +I pray that god grant me whatever I deserve +Cause I don't want to grow to be legend of the curve +But believe in it and the will come +Eh, this a dedication to the real ones +[Hook: JD Era]" +"I’m Going Down[Mary J. Blige cover] +[Intro] +I'm not a singer so I'm going to give the best vocal performance I possibly can. Off the couch. Yeah +[Verse 1] +Time on my hands since you've been away girl +I ain't got no plans, no, no, no, no +And the sound of the rain against my windowpane +Is slowly, slowly drivin' me insane, oh +[Chorus] +I'm goin' down +I'm goin' down +Cause you ain't around, baby +My whole world's upside down +[Verse 2] +Sleep don't come easy, oh please believe me +Since you've been gone everything's goin' wrong +Why'd you have to say, ""Goodbye"", look what you've done to me +I can't stop these tears from fallin' down my eyes +[Chorus] +I'm goin' down (haha) +I'm goin' down +You ain't around, motherfucker +My whole world's upside down +[Bridge] +Baby love +(Don't you try to hand me the lyrics) +Baby love +Baby love +(Hold them up for me) +Goin' down +I'm goin' down +I'm goin' down +I'm goin' down +I'm from Queens motherfucker +And that's it, take 'em home +Take 'em home fellas +Young Mac, young Dom, young Fred, young Paul, young [?] +I'm goin' down +I'm goin' down +You ain't around, baby +My whole world's upside down +Thank you, thank you, thank you very much +That was beautiful, what a rendition +Phenomenon, phenomenonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"New Angels[Chorus] +New angels still learning how to fly +Still learning how to fly +And lay your love on the line +New angels +Who will make the sacrifice? +Who will make the sacrifice? +And lay your love on the line +[Verse 1] +Forget everything that you know +You're way too far from home +Hollow sign for kingdom +And you're ready, you're ready, you're ready +To hold on to [?] +Poppin' this song for [?] +Having to run the game over +Ready she ready, she ready, she ready +[Chorus] +The new angel +Still learning how to fly +Still learning how to fly +And lay your love on the line +New angel +Who will make the sacrifice? +Who will make the sacrifice? +And lay your love on the line +[Verse 2] +Hollow the bar I can't love +Hell if I, hell if I know +Hell if I, hell if I know +Love and the [?] +Never had met me before +Act like you’ve met me before +Swear that she met him before +Had a menage a trois +I'm on the road all alone +Holdin' and [?] it on +[?] when I'm gone +I can't [?] +Now that she ready, she ready, she ready +Yeah she ready, ready, ready new ange- +And you knew she was +And you knew she was +You knew it +Before you, before you, slip that motherfucker in her drink +Yeah you knew she was +Yeah you knew she was +You knew it +You know +[Outro] +They got a special place in Hell for guys like us +They got a special place in Hell for guys like us +They got a special place in Hell for guys like us +Guys like us, guys like us, guys like us +They got a special place in Hell for guys like us" +"I’m MadChorus:) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... +Knock knock im in dis bitch let me get sum act rite. Who it is at da do, bitch dis baby tracklight. Dey criticize me talk about me like sum f**kin hoes, dey f**k mah name up with promos say i dont cum 2 shows...but u got me f**ked up so im bucked up and +F**ked up...so i wrote this song fa bitch made niggas...still got all switchblade nigga..he gon die from diabeties thats wat dey said the way he livin he gon end up like his f**kin dad..dey say my attitude rude i need sum a-d-d so dey put on medication +Told mama to pray for me i wonder wat make 'em hate on me my heart made of gold but now i'm pissed off ready to cut dey dick off stick it up in dey bitch mouth and suck it oh yeah im thuggin strappin up in da projects got me ain't scared of nothing keep m +Y name up out yo mouth and be careful lil nigga or da f**kin ambulance gon have to help u lil nigga man im tired of this childish shit gon get into sum ridah shit everytime i see u im gon hit u with that problem bitch. F**k it nigga bring the blues really +Ain't got nuthin to loose keep my name up out yo mouth and nigga i ain't gon f**k wit u bitch! +(chorus:) (2x) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... +My sugar up im heated now ready to get even now i dont talk no shit i talk my shit where desert eagle now i dont hold back shit yea they stole bad bitch.. Everbody holla gutta nigga know thats hatch's shit.. My baby mama she gotta go she leave my son wit anybody.she want be needer so bad but she give u that face and that big ass..my teachers talk about me bad everytime i cut dey class now i f**k dey daughters in dey ass 'cause dey made me mad...all my friends who turned on me, dey like boosie u wanna get high +I dont burn homie even talk about donkey all da time i heard yo 'causein got life plus 99 how he get out 'cause he shot at all da time.. Damn near had me crown dey say i ratted on yo, but his own blood ratted on 'em put that in yo notes but i kept it real wit his ass,when we start makin dat cash,when it went down, he changed thats why im mad..nigga thats why im mad.. +(chorus:) (2x) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im +Mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... +Dey killed my dog and its hurtin me(owh)got me back on purpleleaf. F**k my head up mo 'cause i seen 'em lay down on da murder scene now im mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. Ready to get in some savage shit gotta be cool can't be no fool gotta plan this shit and damage it..police dey nosey, dey askin how much bread i make, askin bout my watch and bracelets deep inside they playerhate.. Now im mad at da world cursin' out everybody sumtimes i take it out on my girl but im sorry..and im thinkin bout my father and i +Got so much rage and i kno that he gon rise up out that muthaf**kin' grave u ain't heard..dey banned that 50 movie, get rich or die tryin..but sylveste stalloe, arnold swartzinager and killed all the time..but he black so its different, its a fact its racism..plus im mad wit bush decision what he gon do about terrorism..need to send sum nuclear bombs..'cause one day it ain't gon cum..dey hittin them big cities im glad im from whereim from.....but im mad! +(chorus:) (2x) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im +Mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... +Im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, bitch u dun made me mad... Nigga!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"On That Sht Again[Intro: RZA] +The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous +The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo +Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy +Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy +Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers +Dickin' bitches down, they man come through +Damn near kissed the ground +Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on +Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns +Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan +Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on +And I'ma keep hope alive +'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside +Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth +I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce +Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said +I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads +I'll be back around 6PM +Juma prayers around 1 o'clock +Plus I gotta pick up these gems +'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden +Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring +You know how I do, son +Nugget stones with the blue ones +And coming with me is a few guns +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in +[Verse 2: RZA] +Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis +I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless +Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers +Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin +Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin +From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles +The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous +You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink +My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc +And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think +He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct +Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex +I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred +That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred +That's thirteen units of insulin +Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin +Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan +And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"R.E.C. Room[Intro] +Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill +Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill +Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill +10304 style, kid +For my D.M.D., Wreck Posse niggas +You out there? Is you out there? +[Verse 1] +I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the rush +A dazzlin' display if you can get close enough +Cold Crush like the 4 sting of anaconda +Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor +Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna +Spider-Man, identity Peter Parker +Crowd pleaser, register off the meter +Vocal street-sweeper, buck shots through the speaker +Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands +True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands +Conquer land, wide like an eagle wingspan +Clansman stabbin' the track with both hands +Not a lost soul who fall for fool's gold +I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold +Too hot to handle, too cold to hold +Rap with a road block, I might lose control +Hold the globe in my iron palm +One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life-long +Stride calm Through The Fire like Chaka Khan +World wide on the web without the dot.com +[Hook] +Killa Bees live in the place be +Burn third-degree on the M.I.C +So deadly goes the catastrophe +And this is the way we crash the party +Say: Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec +Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec +[Verse 2] +Yo, Killa Bees swarmin', Protect Ya Neck +Was the warnin', so, proceed with caution +I walk with my swordsmen, we all in +Together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win +From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin +Echoin' through cell blocks and federal pens +It be the Wu-Tang, you came and went +They left the game mentally and physically bent +What I invent, sharp as barbwire fence +I represent, sure to make a grand entrance +With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure +Inspectah, put your rap in the stretcher +Featherweight contenders surrender +T.K.O., first round knockout, vets to big spenders +Journey on the mic like Marco Polo +Internal bleedin' occurs to your photo +Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north +It's a blood-sport, get rushed for tough talk +But I hold my ground like it's high noon +While police tapes surround the mic room +I jump on a live tune, provide the boom +Those who consume become faint from the fumes +[Hook] +Killa Bees live in the place be +Burn third-degree on the M.I.C +So deadly goes the catastrophe +And this is the way we crash the party +Say: Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec +Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec +[Freestyle] +Ayo, I hit Medina, hand-cocked and ever-greener +Trees got me leanin' in the 7-seater +Vocal street-sweeper, ??? the 3-pointer +Urban, peace deservin', warrin' with the C-Cyphers +I, black rollers ignite with high-voltage +Diagnosis, high doses of ex- ... (track cuts off)" +"DJ Absolut FreestyleI don't care enough to lie and that's the truth +I could get you shot I don't have to shoot +Whether off the top or in the booth 100 proof +Remy Ma, Absolut, yeah obsolete +None of yall hot to me +I hear yall talking but I know its not to me +To one of them , other bitches it got to be +Cuz if a chick say Rem she gone swallow teeth +They say I'm losing weight, I should probably eat +Well then feed me rappers or feed me beats +The term female rapper dont apply to me +I'm the Queen and this is chess they playing hide-n-seek +Like seriously where do these chicks be? +It's been over 5 years and still no CD +No feature , remix, or mixtape +Not even a guest appearance or +No DVD, I never seen you on the panel +No radio stations, no TV channels, no cable, satellite +No XM, even your Facebook page ain't got no friends +I dont know who hyped you +You don't really wanna fight boo +But your not hot and nobody likes you +Its to the point now they dont even care if you droppin +It's Remy Ma yeah yeah , and I'm so poppin" +"Hell’s Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304[Drug dealing skit] +RZA: Yes, the good life, you know? +GZA: What the fuck is that, Hells Angels? +MK: Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels +Tony Starks on the line one for Mr. Bobby Steels +RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here +Peace, Starks, what's goin' on, baby? +Yeah, everything is lovely over here +Yeah, Maximillion didn't show up yet +I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me +GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit, right? +RZA: Yeah, Greco is right in front of me right now +Greco is standin' right here, yeah, he has a briefcase +Oh, OK, OK I got you, aight, thanks +DK: Bobby Steels +RZA: Mr. Greco, good to see you, good to see you, good to see you +DK: A pleasure +RZA: So is everything OK? Is everything working as we planned? +DK: Everything is workin' out, very nicely +Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars? +RZA: Do we have the cash? +We don't have to talk that, hey, hey +GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that Hells Angels bullshit! +RZA: We got the cash +You know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker +Uhm, let me ask you... +GZA: The fuck outta here! +DK: Do you have the full amount? +Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? +GZA: Fucking Hells bastards +RZA: Let me ask you a question, Mr. Greco... +Do you know a a Don Rodriguez? +DK: I know no such person +RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez? +DK: I don't know who you're talkin' about +RZA: Well, I think you do know him +'Cause your fuckin' friend Don is down at 120 Precinct right now +Singin' his fuckin' ass like a fuckin' bird +The fuckin' guys is comin' +DK: Do you believe him? +[GZA] +Life of a drug dealer +Killah Hills 10304 +[Verse: GZA] +Restaurant's on a stakeout, so order the food to take out +Chaos outside of Sparks Steak House +Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour +Nigga missed a wedding, late a fucking half-hour +And his man who bought land from Tony Starks +While he was contracting bricklaying jobs in city parks +He's a loan shark, interest rate’s a grand, to a finger +In the garment district, got it sewn like Singers +'Cause all that talk blasphemy, this kid after me +For the heist, in a Burlington coat factory +Fuck it! He turned state's on my nigga, Castro, this copilot +Who used to drop rice sacks of blow +On this remote area we label Dead Man's Island +Two hundred miles south from Thailand +Right off the docks, I got luxurious, custom-made yachts +Burial plots, for my niggas hit with fatal shots +There's no need for us to spray up the scene +I use less men, more powerful shit for my team +Like my man, Muhammad from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran +The nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand +A wild Middle Eastern—bomb specialist +Initiated at eleven to be a terrorist +He set bombs in bottles of champagne +And when niggas popped the cork—niggas lost half they brains +Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half-a-key +In his left leg, even underwent surgery +They say his pirate limp gave him away +As the Feds rushed him, coming through U.S. Customs +Now look whose on the witness stand, singing +A well known soprano, a smash hit from Sammy Gravano +Here's the plan: Minimum for the hit, two hundred grand +Half-time at the game, blasting niggas out the stands +The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent +Photographs of they wives taking baths +Along with briefcase filled with one point five—that's the bribe +Take it or commit suicide +First rule—anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria +I want they small intestines ripped from they interior +I got a price for those jewels, ship 'em freight cargo +Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo +Reconstruct those processing plants for the call of Costa Rica +Four hundred barrels of ether +Two hundred pounds of reefer, and fifty immigrants with fake Visas +[Outro: GZA] +Life of a drug dealer +Killah Hills 10304 +The saga continues" +"Smoke My Dope[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +Yuh, yuh +Lil Purpp, Lil Pump +Yuh, huh +Prrrrt +Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh +Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh +Ronny J, listen up +[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah) +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh) +I just had a stroke +Yeah, your baby daddy broke +Legit pay no child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) +Walk in the club and I flex like oou +Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe +Niggas hate me, but I don't see you +Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) +[Verse 2: SmokePurpp] +I just smoke my dope (what) +Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, prrr) +Came to the party in a boat (yuh) +Chains on my neck make me choke (huh) +Balmain on my jeans (yuh) +Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp) +She gon' swallow kids (huh, yeah) +That's a Kid's Cuisine, yeah +[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah) +[Verse 3: Lil Pump] +Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn) +Mama told me no (ooh, no) +I feel like El Chapo (yuh) +Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh) +Whippin' up dope in the trap spot (what) +Sellin' cocaine to your grandma (yuh) +Whippin' up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh) +Sellin' cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) +[Verse 4: SmokePurpp] +Lil Pump still sell crack (ooh) +His mom still move packs (uh) +Fuckin' up the racks up at Sak's (uh) +In the trap, still movin' dime sacks (uh) +Poppin' hella Molly and X (uh, yuh) +Fuckin' on your bitch and your ex (what) +She rubbin' on my dick like a pet (uh) +Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) +[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +Skrilla[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar [Ol' Dirty Bastard] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike Friday night, I'm in the bed, with a bitch and a dyke Ol' Dirty, 7:30, got the thirty-thirty Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie My name plate, travel through the interstate Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate Permanent A.C., use to boost at Macy's Smoke out Mr. Spacely, and still Dick Tracy I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake Disrespect me, where I lay my head, my hammer spray My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal Make you tremble, watch what the fuck my gun do [Chorus] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] A moment to pray, a second to die Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high Nigga, check ya logic, Ol' Dirty's out the closet I return you niggas for a five percent deposit Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle Put four grams of cocaine, crushed up in the single Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play When shit get bad, I'm looking for a badder way Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first Told you, when things get worst, nigga, things get worst Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering Ol' Dirt, caught one through the lower abdomen Straight through the back, like the javelin Word, son, it had to been, still here, battling [Chorus 2X] +"Survival of the Fittest (Remix)[ Gizmo ] +Yo King, man, who we working with today? +[ King Of Chill ] +Ah - Lyte +[ Gizmo ] +Bud Light? +[ King Of Chill ] +Nah Giz, MC Lyte +[ Gizmo ] +Yo Milk +[ both ] +Kick it +(Survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek) +[ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ] +Never does one know the force that is in them +Till some puss jumps up and offends them +Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate +Those that try to front and try to perpetrate +Like they know me well when they don't know me at all +Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'I'll give you a call' +Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit +When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits +Like Shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed +Like MC Lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed +Each and every time you try to play me +I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked +So when I see you, you better be fully strapped +At all times, cause it only takes Lyte one time, and one time only +I'm the microphone controller, MC sucker folder +Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen +If it was dark - you know what I mean? +So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary +Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury +Those who try to know me before they meet me +You can't grow on me, so don't greet me +I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe +Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe +I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me +I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me +I seen people taken advantage of +In situations like money, trust and love +I have no time for petty things that are trivial +Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance +I'm not a dancer, that's what Leg 1 and 2 are for +I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for +They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme +And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime +This is a warning, a due day is dawning +I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning +So put your black on and your best black shoes +And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news +Extra, extra, read all about it +(It's about MC Lyte!) the boy shouted +First time in history you thought to buy a paper +Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover +Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest +But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest +Like a Rican rides a Caddy I'm with this beat, chief +The only time they complain is when it's too brief +But other than that they long for me to go on +On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born' +Sample up the sound if you will +Raps by Lyte, production King Of Chill +So watch the solar system, never stop lookin +Cause up and on the rise is the planet Brooklyn +You can compare me to crackers and cheese +But don't compare me to a sucker MC +See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good +But sucker MC's ain't as good as they should +Be, see, they lack, so Lyte must tax +Not much, just enough to see if they can move it +Show and prove to see that they can get into it +Try your best, a useful strategy +And after practice, if you're still raggedy +Then and only then can you be called a sucker MC +Sucker +I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell +Any last comments, Lyte fans do tell +I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya +Okay, here we go, stop, see ya +(See ya) (see ya) (see ya)..." +"Alien [Ref Track]Lyrics From Snippet +[Verse] +[?] diamonds back [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Nas Is Like[Produced by DJ Premier] +[Intro] +(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; +Nas is like; Nas is like; Nas is like) +Umm, Premo, Nas +Yeah, yeah, yo +(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; +Nas is like) +[Verse 1] +Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born +Same time a man is murdered—the beginning and end +As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain +My plateau and also what defines my name +First it was Nasty, but times have changed +Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign's for pain +I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame +Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine +Saw my close friends shot, flatline, am I sane? +That depends, carry MAC-10s to practice my aim +On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees +Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze +Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads +To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough +To the big dogs living large, taking it light +Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your life +It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it +Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked +Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt +And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell (Nas, Nas, Nas) +[Chorus] +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) +No doubt +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel (Uh, uh) +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) +No doubt (Uh) +[Verse 2] +(Nas is like) Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires +Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver +Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars +Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas +(Nas is like) Iron Mike, messiah type +Before the Christ, after the death, the last one left +Let my cash invest in stock +Came a long way from blasting TECs on blocks +Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning acres +From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough +Dimes giving fellatio, siete zeros +Bet my 9 spit for the pesos +But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth +Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked +They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid +Before my number's called, history's made +Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die +Making choices that determine my future under the sky +To rob, steal or kill, I'm wondering why +It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? +Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite +Sooner or later, we'll all see who the prophet is +[Chorus] +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (C'mon) +No doubt +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing +No doubt (Uh) +[Verse 3] +(Nas is like) Sex to a nympho, but nothing sweet +I'm like beef, busting heat through your windows +I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf breather +Like Greeks in Egypt, learning something deep from they teachers +I'm like crime, like your 9, your man you would die for +Always got you, I’m like Pac, dude you would cry for +I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money +Corporate accounts from a rich company +I'm like ecstasy for ladies +I'm like all races combined in one man, like the '99 Summer Jam +Bulletproof Hummer man +I'm like being locked down around new faces and none of 'em fam +I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred grand +I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet +Live it and I write down and I watch it blow up +Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it in ya system every night, now +[Chorus] +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing +No doubt +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing +No doubt (Uh); Nas is likeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Older Gods Part 2[Man #1] +Yo God I got the Top Ten +Yo God - Quiet down, I got the Top Ten Liquor +Yea yea, y'all, yea, Peace Gods +Peace to the Gods, Yea Peace to the Gods +Up here chillin' wit Jamel Irief LIVE!! +Yes, we all up here just chillin' we tryin' to get it right y'all +Yea, yea, yea, Lord shot I see ya +Lord Bing, Freedom Allah, Freedom Born, yea +[Man #2] +Yo, Quiet there, wussup baby ? +[Man #2] +You, haha, yea we gon' drop the Science on 'em real fast +You know how we do, Yo Free ? +I remember back in the days God (Yea) +When Individuals that didn't know they Math wasn't allowed to come Outside +You remember them days ? +[Man #1] +Yea God man, you know what we had to do God) +Ain't no forgot we had to make them show and improve, yea be honest without +A doubt) +[Man #1] +Just to show and improve everythin' was real +We had to keep this in its text +In order to make a seed grow you gotta constantly water it +And that Water was the Knowledge that we had +Through extensive Research we obtained and we gave it to the Young +[Man #2] +Yea God, you know that See Allah.. +Allah Believed if you taught Nine People +And that Nine People taught Nine People +And that Nine People taught Nine People +Guess What (That's right) +[Masta Killa] +Let the track wind in your Mind, flow free +Remain Conscience on this rock 'til your best Ability +Infinity, back to your Saucer that you came +Energy see a change form, Atoms being born, neva endin' +All on and on and on, travel wit me +Not tryin' to convince the pack that it's a fact +But for those that can adapt, I live it, shit it and back +We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth +Now squeeze the bain 'til something pop +Hip-Hop, Glocks and Tech's, Fat Checks +Fly Whip Chicks, Fresh Kicks, especially Fitted Crown +Wouldn't down, Open White Tee underneath +.9's and .4 Pounds, 45 Minutes of Menacin' +Dismantling any MC opponent steppin' in the Zone +Get ya Face Blown +[Man #3] +I would like to let y'all know the History +Of how the first Bones Began +Allah Met Messiah - Allah Met Bismillah +Allah Met Prince Salam - Allah Met Uehara +Allah Met Akbar - Allah Met -] Kaheem +Allah Met Abiji - Who was Black -] at the time +Allah Met Al-Jamal - Allah Met Salam +And that's Three Elders that dealt with this Knowledge with him +And these Three Elders was - Fred Bone Justice Who was Akbar +He had Shaheem - and He had each beaker +Along wit each 12 - We became the 13th Men from 12 Disciples +I like to let y'all know from my Perspective +That the Mathematics was Revealed to us by Almighty God Allah +He gave us One and Nine, and A to Z +[Masta Killa] +When I speak to wake the Mourn +That should surely die fuckin' wit I +Stealin', tellin' lies, to Master the Original Man +Home and Abroad the Sword is stay Justice +Reward is the price of food and Tony Blair +That killed Fred Hampton in Bed +Penalties to Enemies couldn't musket the seal in they heads +Show and Prove, make the mouth move +We build wit the MC Skill, Drop Math, nuttin' grabbed +Crafted - Mastered for the people +Then sling to the Rhythm if you feelin' what I'm givin' is real +True livin' Iron Pole, Microphone Steel +Thought Imprisonment, Big Business for Government Officials +Address the Issue, blow the Whistle +Take your face, value how fast the light travel +Swan Poison Animal eaters and Wife Beaters +Savage and Pursuit, false move and I'll shoot +Blast you, back to gas you, you can't last in the square wit the Truth +[Man #4] +And that's Peace God +It always comes back to Knowledge +And that Knowledge is our Foundation +And the Foundation of all Life emanated from Allah - The Father +Manifested himself as a true and livin' God +Throughout Eternity - or even time Immortal +Man has always been God - 'Fore we under Supreme Being +Manifested and Taught by Almighty God Allah +[Masta Killa] +Another Start Child is Born, Straight from the Vine +Before there was time, someone had to wind the Clock +And it's Understood, Wit the Body of the Universe +No Religion, just Universal Law +Wit except Existence, everythin' right in Exact +Universal Flag tagged up in your Head pieceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"I Don’t Want to Be Liked (Freestyle)I ride for this shit, and I'll die for this shit +And I'll ride for this shit, and I'll die... +I don't want to be like what everyone else be like +If that means I gotta be like what everyone else be like then I don't want to be liked +If I gotta be like, what everybody else be like +Then I don't want to be liked +I don't want to be liked +Because I was so... +Dig down in your soul +And look to the sky above +Being liked is nothing, when you could be loved +God is love +God is love +God is love +God is love +So I would rather follow God than to follow the media +I would rather follow God than to follow perception +Because most artists aren't appreciated in their own time +So the more and more and more I'm disliked, the better I must be doing +Because most artists aren't appreciated in their own time +So the more and more I'm disliked, the much, the better I must be doing +You know why? Because I don't want to be liked +If that means, I gotta be like the way everyone else be like +The way everyone else sees like +The way everyone else does... +I've got my own vision and make my own decisions +And don't ask for permission, and I am on a mission +I am on a mission +I only want to do it on my conditions +I only want to do it my way +I'm only going to do it His way +I'm only going to do it this way +I'm only going to do it this way +I'm only going to do it this way +If you love someone tonight +Hold on to it +If you love someone tonight +Hold on, hold on real tight +Hold on, hold on real tight +Yeah, yeah... +Yeah, always find, yeah, always find, yeah, always find something... +So you've been puttin' with this just way too long +I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most +So I think it's time for us, to have a... +Let's have a toast for the... +Ayy, let's have a toast for the... +Ayy, let's have a toast for the... +Hey, everyone in there that I... +Ayy, let's have a toast for the jerk-offs +That'll never take... +Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can" +"Forgi Tires*Lyrics from Snippet +[Chorus] +Yeah +Pull up skrrt, Forgi Tires +Xanax got me tired +All this Raf Simons, Michael Myers +Late night eat her like a diner +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Rock Margiela for the whole year, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Rock VLONE for the whole year +Rock Off-White for the whole year +[Verse] +Saint-Laurent and some Phillip Lim +Pull up with my bro, yeah +Lambo, twins +Oh my god, just sold my Lambo, pull up in a Benz +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Rock Vetement, for the whole yeah +Roll that gas up, know I smoke that ganja +Girl you so fine, and I really can't find ya +What? Shake that ass, let me sign ya +Yeah, oh he cool but I’m flier +[...]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Yayo[Intro] +BetterOffDead, nigga +Ooh-ooh (CaptainCrunch presents) +Ooh-ooh +Ooh-ooh +[Chorus] +And my baby love cocaine (And my baby love cocaine) +She even do it on a weekday (She even do it on a weekday) +Baby, I'll drink champagne (I'll drink champagne) +I know my baby love cocaine (I know my baby love cocaine) +You don't even know my damn name (You don't even know my damn name) +You don't even know my first name (You don't even know my first name) +You gon' fuck me on the airplane (You gon' fuck me on the airplane) +We be fuckin' on cocaine (We be fuckin' on cocaine) +I know my baby love cocaine +[Verse] +I know what she love (What?), my baby love the drugs (Yeah) +My baby don't love me, my baby love the drugs (Yeah) +My baby love the plug, my baby love the mud +My baby love the pills, my baby love the bud +My baby love cocaine, she keep it in her bum (Keep it in her bum) +My baby is so gay, my bitches let her fuck (My bitches let her fuck) +I gave her my switchblade, she put it on her tongue (Put it on her tongue) +She love staying up late, she love it when she numb (I love it when she numb) +Yeah, she love it when she numb (Yeah) +She love staying up late, she love it when she numb (Yeah) +I gave her my switchblade, she put it on her tongue +My baby is so gay, my bitches let her fuck +[Chorus] +And my baby love cocaine (And my baby love cocaine) +She even do it on a weekday (She even do it on a weekday) +Baby, I'll drink champagne (I'll drink champagne) +I know my baby love cocaine (I know my baby love cocaine) +You don't even know my damn name (You don't even know my damn name) +You don't even know my first name (You don't even know my first name) +You gon' fuck me on the airplane (You gon' fuck me on the airplane) +We be fuckin' on cocaine (We be fuckin' on cocaine) +I know my baby love cocaine (My baby love) +[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"What U Sayin’[Intro: Lil Pump] +Faded +Hm, what you gotta say? +Ooh, damn, ooh +Ooh, what you gotta say? +Ooh, Lil Pump +Damn, ooh, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +Pull up in a Wraith, flexin' every day +Gucci everything, Louis everything +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? Bitch I'm gettin' paid +Bitch you gettin' laid, spend it in a day +Spend a hunnid thousand on a ma'fuckin' maid +Swear to God, put it on my grandfather's grave +I'll go and pop two Mollys to the face +Hop out Lambo like you won a fuckin' race +Niggas gettin' mad 'cause I went and took they place +Come to the trap where you know it ain't safe +Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh +Pull up on a teacher, I'm stuntin' (damn) +Countin' up racks, it ain't nothin' +Sold you rerock and Robitussin +Ouu, Purpp pull up in a coupe, everybody know I flex like ooh +Bitch, I don't know who the fuck is you +Pour a four tec in my Mountain Dew +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +Pull up in a Wraith, flexin' every day +Gucci everything, Louis everything +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +[Verse 2: SmokePurpp] +Spend a hunnid thousand every day +And my yoppa Macarena every day (Bop, bop, bop, bop) +Turn 'em down, I'ma stick 'em like some tape (Lil Purp) +Call my thirty, got his own fuckin' brain (Brr) +Lil Purp, I be thuggin' every day (Every day) +If I catch him, I'ma pop him like a safe (Bop, bop) +Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date (Bop, bah) +GTA, got a star on my face (Star on my face) +And I keep a pistol on me, lil' dawg (Huh?) +Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil' dawg (Yo what?) +And I only hit designer in the mall +All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall +Lookin' at my body, all this Louis (Let's go) +Gun 'em down in the trap, then we move 'em (Bop, bop, bop, bop) +Now they lookin' for his body in the sewer (Huh?) +Lil Pump do the work like a student (Bop, bop, bop) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +Pull up in a Wraith, flexin' every day +Gucci everything, Louis everything +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Indictments(hook) +Lets not talk about indictments +That shit get frightening +Lets not speak about cocaine +They swapping names +Federal search and seizure +Turn boys into believers +Set up by your people +Young devils and deceivers +You're not my equal +[Verse 1: B Will] +(Daamn) Eddie hit my phone like whats happenin homie +Went to Baton Rouge, niggas ratted on me +Shit get crazy my old lady young attached and lonely +Bitch got full of that powder and she snatched the homie +Lawwd, how much pain can my soul take +Oh what a difference 36 O's make +I hit em up, broke em down +Murders turn to cold case +3am, me or them, them niggas dont sell coke late +Pink dolphins and snowflake +All they do is roleplay +In my heart I just know (I can whip a whole cake) +I saw the whole thing starin through my gold frames +Chain smokin cigarettes ashes on my low mayne +Up the totem pole the rocks that my scrotum hold +Jesus please bless my soul +I press the dope with my left exhale the smoke with my right arm +Don't rat (Don't rat, that that's how niggas die young) +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +I hate talking about indictments +But I think its time to speak +5 months til my release these niggas stole my brother Bleek +4 weeks later read the paper faces poppin up (Im hurtin) +Homocide in my cell sayin we gotcha (On 7 murders) +Next day 4 more indictments it was frightenin my heart shakin +4 more drug charges and my old lady made the statement(This is facts) +Took my music froze all my accounts +To bring me pain cry in shame (Like I was dealin cocaine) +That was illegal search and seizure how they went fucked with my shit +Prolly did it cause when they questioned me I told em suck my dick +It ain't stoppin kept goin one year later two more indictments +Bringing syrup in jail ???? Titus +Hard lookin at that chalkboard thinkin am i finished +When your face on top the chalkboard +Under you are your lieutenants +Orange slippers on my feet +Prayin I see some gucci tennis +This shit get hard to mention (So please)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Get Money[Intro] +(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) +(Section 8 just straight cooked that motherfucker up) +Yeah +So we was at a gas station today, I told the bros, like +Last one home owe a dub, know what I'm sayin'? +And we all ridin' in foreigns, so +That shit super fun cuttin' all through traffic, sayin' +Kinda felt like I made it for a change +That's what I do +[Verse 1] +Lamborghini truck, big Dre in the cut +Bruh them Bentley-ed up behind me, know what's in my cup +Doin' ninety in a thirty-five like I don't give a fuck (I'm sorry) +Aventador, I let lil' Q 'dem drive, make sure y'all don't hit nobody +I can't lie, this rap shit got us livin' like we hit the lottery +Crippin', knockin' niggas out, one punch like he got into boxing +I been flying state to state for drip, I done got into shopping +Every other day, it's somethin' fake, I'm duckin' paparazzi +He ain't listen, they tapped his nugget +Label told me ain't got no budget +This ain't that, and that ain't 'bout nothing +I got rich, but got folks still strugglin' +I got bros give a fuck 'bout nothin' +I got hoes, don't give a fuck 'bout fuckin' +I ain't did that if she ain't got no butt +Money bring problems, okay, so what? +Pee them too real, they bought me a Rolls truck +Sent it back to get a newer version +Cullinan with the stars in it, got the captain seats in the back +I want the white paint with the red guts, all my other cars need to match it +They be like, ""Ooh, ooh,"" off in traffic +Gotta put racin' gas in my track kit +[Chorus] +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money +All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money, yeah +[Verse 2] +How you make a whole chorus about getting money? 'Cause all I do is get money +Monday through Sunday, Sunday through Money +It ain't no stoppin', always gon' clock in +Ask for my bookin' phone like I'm trappin' +He a good rapper, yeah, but he cappin' +I treat my shows like I'm getting loads +I gotta get off anywhere I go, yeah +Hop out alone, I'm in my zone +Most of this shit I done did on my own +Niggas want credit for shit that my mama did +I really treat Lil DT like my mama kid +Been poppin' shit since I bought me that Bonneville +I'm in Atlanta from Bankhead to Summerhill +I can't play 'round 'cause I know it's kill +And I know it's real, yeah +[Chorus] +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money +All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Stars On The RoofLyrics from snippet +[Chorus] +...Stars on the roof (Bitch) +Stars on the roof (Yeah) +Stars on the roof (Vroom) +Stars on the roof, bitch (Ooh) +Stars on the roof (What?) +Maison Margiela my shoe (Yeah)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Pass That Dutch (Remix)[Intro] +Listen up everyone! we have been just informed +That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs +Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing +Wild dancing, coughing +So when you hear the sound - who-di-whoooo! +Run for cover motherfucker! +Woooooo! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! +Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) +Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) +Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) +Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch +[Verse - 1] +Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come +Pumps and a bump make you wanna hurt something +I can take your man I don't have to sex em +Hang em out the window, call me Michael Jackson (hehehee!) +I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on +Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run +Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin +Hypnotiq in my drink (that’s right!) +Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) +Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) +Put it down for the streets (that's right!) +[Hook] +(Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) +Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies! +(Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) +Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet +[Verse - 2] +Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump +This beat here will make your pum pum jump +If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on +Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn +Oh my gosh, oh my gosh +I'm under attack like my name was Saddam +I am the bomb from New York to Milan +And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' +(Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm +Break in my car you will hear ""Viper Armed"" +I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw +I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause +""Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!"" +[Hook] +(Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) +Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies! +(Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) +Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet +[Interlude] +Listen up motherfuckers +You have five seconds to catch your breath +Five - four - three - two - one +[Busta] +It would be my pleasure +If you just let me knock they ass out for you baby +Let's go! +It's the immaculate, incredible +Magnificent, unforgettable, unimaginable +So that's such a dramatical situation +See all the shit you be facin' +While I be in the place +In a way that be keeping the party shaking (oh) +Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four, hut +Get that thong, shorty, pull it out your butt (what) +See a crew of the baddest bitches laying the cut (what) +If you ain't saying shit for, we keep your mouth shut +What, shut, what, shut, what, keep your mouth shut +I brought a couple shorties back and they cleaning my house up +Almost forgot to mention I'm one of the most important +And relevant in the street like a genius who speak intelligent, ah +Look at all of the shades of my diamonds in my bezzle +When light hits, forget it, I court a charge of embezzlement +Missy, give it to 'em, let's take 'em all on a ride +Just remember to pass the dutch on the left hand side +[Missy] +Whooo +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby +Shake, shake, shake your stuff ladies +Whooo +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat +Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet +[Missy] +Pop that, pop that, make that money +Just keep it going like the Energizer bunny +Shake that, shake that, move it all around +Spank that, yank that dutch back now +Freak him, freak her, whatever your choice +Didn't come to judge, I came to get you moist +Scream (whoo whoo!) now my voice is lost +Can I get a ride on a white horse *horse* +[Missy] +Whooo +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby +Shake, shake, shake your stuff, ladies +Whooo +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat +Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet +[Missy] +Pop that, pass the dutch baby, jiggle that fat" +"WisdomMy first born son, I call you my number one son +You came a long way and for a long time you were doing your music +It wasn't easy for you, you dodged hard drugs, real bullets and paper (?) bullets +You even dodged being a statistic on these ..... (?) +But you stayed the course +You planted your seed and I watched them grow +I remember when you first started out +You told me about your plans, about your music, and what you and your friends were doing +I didn't believe you, I didn't encourage you, or discourage you +[Verse 1: U-God] +On a quest for the relish to feed the people I cherish +The good and bad I inherit +Eatin' healthy, keep the brain cells nourished to flourish +Take it all, work hard 'til the day that I perish +I wish I could go back in time and find my first book of rhymes +And publish it 'cause death is a crime +And that page that I ripped out back in '89 +Written in red ink, damn, what a line +It's not easy gettin' kicked out the booth after fifteen tries then I came with the truth +This rhyme you digest through the RZA console +Olympic torch flamin', ten-million sold +Not bad for a chippa who just came home to make moms proud +The initial goal +I'm on now, time to conquer the globe +[Hook: U-God] +Look mom I'm on top of the world +Look mom I'm on top of the world +Look mom I'm on top of the world +Look mom I'm on top of the world +[Verse 2: U-God] +And to all my park killers slash villains +My cohorts, and caharts in front the ooh buildin' (Moms they shootin') +Grab all your children to the .... (?) staircase, Wu stickers on the ceilin' +Late night helping baby girl with her homework +Sittin' on kitty chairs, magic marker just won't work +Baby Mom's face fightin' on the couch in some pink shorts +The sacrifice of bein' on top of this rap sport +Kiss her on the cheek, tell her I love her +The fortune and the fame I bring home in the fourth-quarter +Tears shed in the back of the tour bus +Started with nine niggas and the DJ and just us +You see the .... (?) is high-tailin' through Tokyo +What a wild rodeo, I built my portfolio +Dante's got a new car thinkin' he's cool +Meet the first of the Hawkins to graduate film school +Fresh blue and whites on his way to the Air Force +Maleek's grown up and he knows I be there for him +Consolidate my time between my life and my rhymes +Baby girl's gonna grow up right before my eyes +God bless my child, time flies with a smile +Gotta cherish the moment 'til i walk her down the aisle +[Hook: U-God] +Look mom I'm on top of the world +Look mom I'm on top of the world +Look mom I'm on top of the world +Look mom I'm on top of the worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"In My Backyard[Yung Redd] +Yeah, take a look into my backyard +Where there ain't no way out, and niggas wanna act hard +Watch your friends, some turn to fakers +That's why I smoke green acres +Get your paper, look around the world is violent +I, do my dirt and move in silence +Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens +Just come outside, boys are fighting +Yet the, grass is green, mosquitos biting +So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing +About the the shit we seen, the shit we did +And how we live, just growing up as a kid +Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell +I know its hard to gain, easy to fail +Now days, anything might send you to jail +Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard +[Chorus] +Ooh I never thought, that it would be this way +Living in the ghetto +Who would of thought that I could make a change +All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game +Living in the ghetto +I kept on trying until I found my way, my way +[Yung Redd] +From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto' +From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope +Put it together, this left niggas with no hope +But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay broke +Oh no, back then money was slow +Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know +Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep +When cops popped the pistols, in the street +Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me +Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese +Some of us get caught, some make it out +Day in and day out, on a paper route +[Chorus] +[Yung Redd] +Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to +Like wasting time, fucking with losers +This is what goes on, way down here +Tell it like it is, we stay round here +All my niggas, get paid round here +Sometimes, people get sprayed round here +Hey, days and nights, nights and days +I use to dream of ways, to get paid +So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking +Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant +Boys on the country, locked up for hustling +Game over, we just got time for nothing +You might see niggas yelling, always fussing +Around the way, this what happens everyday +So just put up your guards, times is hard +Live from the backyard, from the backyard +[Chorus]" +"The Biz(Lil' Flip talkin) +Ay this is for everybody +That wanna get in the rap game +This is for everybody +That think you just get in the rap game +And blow up over night +This is for everybody that think +Its easy to be on T.V in front of limo's +And buy rolex's ha its better known +As bleed and suck look +(Verse One: Flip) +I started rappin when I was about thirteen +I was into basketball not this hip hop thing +I started doin talent shows I was bein curious +But I didn't know one day I would be serious +I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat +And I use to take my demo's to the end of my street +To another local rapper I thought could help +But in this rap game people all about theyself +So that made me work harder I picked up my pin +All though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin +I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz +And I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum benz +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(where anything can happen) +Its the biz +(everybody and they mama be rappin) +Its the biz +(everybody gotta shine rule one +Read before you sign that dotted line) +(Verse Two: Flip) +So I started freestylin every chance I got +The word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot +I'm the hardest B.G rhymin in my state +Thats when C-Note let me do ""Diamonds-N-Yo-Face"" +Song was gettin played like fifty times a day +Then we hit the road doin shows tryna get paid +I started doin karioes tryna get out there +It didn't take long for me to put another hit out there +Now I'm in the studio tryna make dollar bills +Some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street +Rollers actin like they broke (man show us some love) +I'm tired of hearin that shit all the time +Me and Hump puttin it down nigga I ain't lyin +I got record labels mad cause I ain't sign +Some niggas stealin my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine +If you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(I'm tryna survive) +Its the biz +(man forget a ninety five) +Its the biz +(boy the game is cursole sometimes +You just can't think like the rest) +(Verse Three: Hump) +Its a dirty game but who's to blame +I'm a stay independent y'all choose the fame +Ain't nothin changed still workin the clock +95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top +And when we sittin on ya block y'all beez in shock +Cause Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop +When you see Sucka Free give us our props +Cause we run this rap game believe it or not +(Lil' Flip talkin) +Now you got two choices +You can be a rapper or you can be a C-E-O +Either you can be with the devil +Or you can be with god +Which one you wanna be with +(Verse Four: Flip) +And if you ain't gettin sued then you might be suin +And if your fans ain't clappin they might be booin +And if you ain't gettin paid then you might not get paid +I'm sorry sometimes thats how the game gets played +And if you ain't on tour you might not have one +Its 90% business the other half fun +Some niggas get raped for everything they earn +Its just like sex with no protection you get burned +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(I'm Sucka Free) +Its the biz +(everybody want luxury) +Its the biz +(you know what I mean lets talk about +Contracts and get the green) +(Flip) +I heard...you got jacked for your ride +Its the biz +I heard...a nigga usin your lines +Its the biz +I heard...a nigga bought you a car +Its the biz +He said that he gon' make you a star +And you ain't seen no money so far +Thats the biz and now you know +Knowin is half the battle thats the biz" +"Dope Fiend ’94*(Verse 1)* +Let me get that needle, pass it +When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky bastard +The fastest, And now my stomach's empty +Let me get a dozen bagels and an schmear of Dempsey +Now please arrest me, officer +Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica +Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater +Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better +I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter +For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure +Take your blood pressure, examine, measure +Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother +I'm a born junky, I'll never recover +*(Chorus)* 2x +Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend +Kid I got's to have it +Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high +Baby I'm a junky bastard +*(Verse 2)* +I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex +I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests +Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear +I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt, then rip off your brassiere +I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B-I double L +Puffin' on a nick of crack in my jail cell +They pay me well for my services +When I murder kids, I orgasm +Then I get rid of the evidence +Left up on the scene of the crime +I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme +Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy +Let me get your crack-rock and all your money +Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky +I'll asphyxiate you then toss you in the lake like Ricki +Illin' like a handy-capped spaz +Peep the zoobaz, rippin' out the frame of your ass +*(Chorus)* 2x +*(Verse 3)* +Walkin' through the rain, I saw you +You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones +I don't really care if you just returned your glasses +I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry asses +As I fantasize about pizza-pies wit' human +Body parts n shit, get your fuckin' throat slit +Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die +So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago +Call Hertz rent a rental car +Think your crazy cause you got a scar +Think again, I'll cut you again +I'm a put that doody-casserole inside of your mother's oven +*(Chorus)* 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Blowing Up Fast[Intro] +Bitch I'm Mack Maine +And this Young Money +Lil brotha get 'em +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight out the hood a young hoodlum +Done what I shouldn't did what they say I couldn't +Hid where all the killers hid at +Hung where the other hustlas slung at +Waiting on the get back +Get that +Flip that +Debating on the mix match +Switch that from dope to coke I'm blowin up fast +Now you niggas is slowing up fast +(secret weapons) ""I can hear myself but I can't feel myself, I wanna feel myself like tweet!"" +Now my niggas is blowin up aves +If I tell 'em you niggas is holding up cash +Rollin up stepping outta the phantom's ass +Put cha litters away ur talking to a can of gas +There's nothing to say no matter who comes to ask +And murder ain't funny but we do love to laugh +Shit we just living take money take baths +Take a nigga bitch and fuck her +And send her back wit nothing +Now isn't that disgusting +Give him back his sista give him back his cousin +Yea, go make a stack or something +Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin' +Yea and to end that discussion +I been had strength I just got the muscle +Fuck ya, this that 'n' the other +I see my people struggle wish that they wasn't +The government try to put us in a muzzle +But you're two fingers ain't the pieces to da puzzle +Shit say to each his own hustle +And I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin' +Then wake up to the fuckin' +Breakfast in bed don't forget my english muffin +Hawaiin punch tastes like robitussin +A nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin' +Come on mama drop down and curl up +Dick millimeter cock back and murda +Aye senorita we cannot go any further +If my girl catch us both in the spot she will merk us +Pussy niggas talkin all that slop we will merk cause +Hungry ass niggas I tote two hamburgers +Who want beef? Who want beef? I bring it to your front door and now you seem nervous +Two seater swervin' +Traffic to hell wit it +Shit you can't die with it can't go to jail with it +Might as well wild in it passin and feelin' it +Me I excel fishtail and tailwhip it +Give them niggas somethin' to tell them bitches +Smellin like money at a full court scrimmage +The fam at the table got a four course dinner +Young money cash money dump confetti on da winner +And yet he understood us so when we told em' break it off +Cause gangstas don't' talk one word'll be a war +And yo platoon can't handle the destruction +Hard body baby killin' sound like seduction +Them niggas chase dope bitches follow the instructions +Sometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the oven +So tell the public I'mma do my thing +Just as soon as I hear dat bing +Gotta come in +Comin' up +You niggas jus runner up +And runnin' up'll get you in that wheel chair forever +It's whatever +I'm still here forever +Cause the lil'nigga better than all you niggas together +I'm gone3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"GoonsdayYeah. William cutting, check it +There's three stages of Free Masons +Green papers written in diseased hatred +Be patient, wait for the egyptian translation +David and Goliath at war, achieve greatness +Seen agents with biological agents in briefcases +Holy shit homie, this ain't what the prophecies of the Bible said +Leviathan, a cross between lucifer and a scientist +Sitting in a pentagram, octagon +Reading from the necronomicon with octomom +?fuck the fembot that shot Oscar Goldman +My operation costs six billion +Goddamnit you should've told them who I am +Ill Bill, goonsday, it's doomsday +The Forty-deuce black hebrew goonface, my tool spray +It takes forty-two muscles to frown +And only four to click the trigger of a four-pound +I'm falling down +My bullets'll melt your face like the end of Raiders +Pop your fucking cranium open like a baked potatoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Reach Out[Produced by DJ Hot Day, Rodney Jerkins & Salaam Remi] +[Intro: Nas] +DJ Hot Day... +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] +This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove +Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby +I see you standing there +So lost and all alone +I wanna take you in my arms +And tell you that you’re home +I look into your eyes +I said I know you very well +I see a mirror of my life +A reflection of myself +[Verse 1: Nas] +3:45AM can't sleep, can't dream +I'm stuck, money problems pop up +How will I survive? +Guess it's best to decide not to decide +So that's my decision +Whatever happens happens +I keep making my millions +Can see myself in Presidential campaign dinners +But I'm passing blunts around a bunch of gang members +When you're too hood to be in them Hollywood circles +And you're too rich to be in that hood that birthed you +And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest +And outgrow women you loved and thought you could stay with +Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror +And leave notes around for yourself to remember +I like to teach and build +With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil +All you need is some skill, then it’s grind time +Imagination better than knowledge, says Einstein +It’s all in the mind +Nasty the nicest, I'm somewhat of a psychic +Just one minute after it's heard +You all'll recite it, you all'll repeat it +You'll call me a genius, if you didn't +Now that I said it I forced you to think it +Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moët +Bitch when you vision me, you vision the best +When I was young they called me Olu's son +Now he's Nas' father, I was the good seed +He was the wise gardener +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] +This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove +Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby +I see you standing there +So lost and all alone +I wanna take you in my arms +And tell you that you’re home +I look into your eyes +I said I know you very well +I see a mirror of my life +A reflection of myself +[Verse 2: Nas] +Yeah, what y'all know about this.. +Yo, beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas +Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics +The burbs talking like the hood will change with quickness +Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness +So what I rap about my riches and I'm ostentatious +Get out a gangsta's business, seems to me your thoughts are basic +Try to compare what you live to the life I master +See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after +Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces +White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation +The strip club scene favors Josephine Baker +Dope fiend neighbors, growing up I seen paper +I describe it, hope you can visualize it +This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project +When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites +Don’t make me pull my Lottos out the closet +Ha ha ha +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] +This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove +Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, aww baby +I see you standing there +So lost and all alone +I wanna take you in my arms +And tell you that you’re home +I look into your eyes +I said I know you very well +I see a mirror of my life +A reflection of myself +[Outro: Mary J. Blige] +You remind me, ohhhhhhhhhh +Yes it's true baby, ahh yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"X and Bill[Verse 1] Ill Bill +One percenters and five percenters +Album outlines the center +Rapping knives and the Berettas, the lies and vendettas +Trials of menace to society is brainwashed +Brain drops, nervous rooks cops with itchy trigger fingers spraying Glocks +And frustrated rappers sometimes swear +Waving Mac 11s you either buy my CD or die in the streets +Sometimes I feel like I was born on Doomsday +Then I think about my daughter +And the future and pray that these moods change +The road to Hell is paved with good intentions +Get on your knees, I brought a guillotine to put your heads +Essential, the essence, always carry a deadly presence +Destined to be revolutionary with every sentence +I been the one to pull the card on frauds +Put them in their place, drop the bomb and start the war +The fuck you think we brought these rocket launchers for? +Not to brag about the way we pop Techs +Ill Bill, Sadat X, who got ? +[Hook] +A lot of y’all got the whole game confused +The tricknology got me blowing a fuse +I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes +They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues +A lot of y’all got the whole game confused +The tricknology got me blowing a fuse +I don’t know these dudes, they can’t sport these shoes +They ain’t show you the truth, they ain’t paid no dues +[Verse 2] Sadat x +The backbone sets the overall tone +We soldiers, dude, and ain’t even standin’ straight up or weightless +Listen, I ain’t gon’ debate this +How you win the case when your shit is all over the place? +Who’s your co-signer? It must’ve been a minor +Bill is ill, ain’t no feelings heartbeat +Dudes left the Apple while we stay in the heat +Cause we love to compete, that’s what gladiators do +They say they love blood, dirty sick but +Vietnam tactics, spikes in the mics +In the States turnpikes is reduced +? after nine hours for the cake can make me stay awake +I’m not concerned with who earn +I need my stacks to blow +When I be hearing some of these records +I don’t really know these dudes, I’m not a fad thief +And I’m original pattern, one of one +After the needle line is done, the educated sniff a dollar +The rest still suck from the breast and keep nursing +Don’t be that person (never that) +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Blame Game[Intro] +I'm sure it's my fault, right? +Okay +[Hook] +Let's not play the blame game, I love you +Let's not play the blame game, sure +Let's not call out names, names, I hate you +Let's not call out names, names, for sure +[Verse 1] +It's really easy to say it over this Yeezy beat +More complicated, intoxicated through Greasy's teeth +I wanna tell you both to free my mind and free the speech +But when I wanna say I love you, only evil leaks +I speak mean and I reason it with a hundred things +Not one the things that I'm uttering when under drinks +Is how I really feel, the feelings built a wall up +Skyscraper with every story it gets taller +I'm facing this February with less morals +Less normal, more Nellie Olesen, less Laura +Had it with explorations, less Dora +Less explanations, less mortal +See if I'm less human then depression is avoided +So if I'm lessening you then the stress of it is voided +If I'm questioning who's been in your bed I'm annoyed at +Any answer given so what is the point? +Ah doy, at that +I used to call back and cause pain +To call names, text til my batteries all drained +Nameless anatomy next to me all frame +Add lust and mix and fill it up all the same, this +Can't go on forever so I'll play the plagiarist in this endeavor, change the words from Mr. Legend, let's not play the blame game +That shit's forever less than anything we ever were and I don't get regrets no matter how the rest occurred +[Hook] +Let's not play the blame game, I love you +Let's not play the blame game, sure +Let's not call out names, names, I hate you +Let's not call out names, names, for sure +[Verse 2] +Right... We were really on the same side +At some point you rolled strange die +Double sided, Trouble written on this game, I +Can't play Sorry anymore, that aim is tired +I give up on winning, you in them women, live it +If you ain't in them women, shit really nothing different +You gotta call it quits when it's splitsville +Or continue to bicker with niggas shit still +Nothing moved, nothing gained, everybody's hurt +Fuck it, everyone's to blame, hope everybody learns +Sometimes I sit and study your name with other words +So one of these days it'll blur with others unrehearsed +The ""he said, she said,"" please man +Y'all fueling it with energy like Keyspan +No more, not me fam, we was something 'fore The Nothing came and ended us we began +[Hook] +Let's not play the blame game, I love you +Let's not play the blame game, sure +Let's not call out names, names, I hate you +Let's not call out names, names, for sure +Somehow it's always gonna be my fault" +"FML (Metro Boomin Demo)[Intro: Kanye West] +I been waiting +For a minute +Pour out, ayy +Pour out, everyday, you know +[Chorus: The Weeknd] +They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up +Can't let them get to me +And even though I always fuck my life up +Only I can mention me +[Verse: Kanye West] +See, before I let you go +One last thing I need to let you know +You ain't never seen nothing crazier than +This nigga when he off his Lexapro +Had more than another episode +Last time I'm down in Mexico +Asking me why the hell I test the code +Four times I say don't test me, ho +Told you four times don't test me, ho +Now we finna lose all self-control +But you ain't finna be raising your voice at me +Especially when we in the Giuseppe store +But I'ma have the last laugh in the end +Cause I'm from a tribe called check a ho +Yeah, I'ma have to laugh in the end +Cause I'm from a tribe called check a ho +And I- +[Chorus: The Weeknd] +They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up +Can't let them get to me +And even though I always fuck my life up +Only I can mention me +They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up +Can't let them get to me +And even though I always fuck my life up +Only I can mention me +[Bridge: Kanye West] +See through the night +And forget all of your past +Throw that +Throw that away +Don't stop your loving +Don't stop for nothing +No, not for nothing +They don't wanna see me love you +No, love, don't stop it +They always love it +They always wanna +They don't wanna see me love you +They don't wanna see me love you +They don't wanna see me love you +[Instrumental Break] +[Outro] +Metro Boomin want some more, nigga" +"A Baltimore Love Thing[Intro] +She loves me, she loves me not (Yeah) +She loves me not +[Verse 1] +The fiends need me, I ain't around, they bones ache +Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them shake +I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag +Take one hit and slide off to the Land of H, man +When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me +Now, you tryna leave me, you never live without me +Girl, I'm missing you, come and see me soon +Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon +Now, put that needle to your arm princess, stick it in, relapse +I'm back, bitch—don't ever try that +All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good +We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling +What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring +You broke my heart, you dirty bitch, I won't forget what you did +If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids +Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass starts smokin' +But we have a bond that is not to be broken +[Hook] +We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me +But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? +We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl +Fucking with me, you can be all you can be +We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me +But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? +We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl +Fucking with me, you can be all you can be +[Verse 2] +Baby, you know, on the low, your sister been eyein' me +I'm good-looking, so you know, soon, she be trying me +Heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl +But boy, oh boy, fucking wit me is a whole 'nother world +After that first night she fall in love, then chase the feelin +I hung out with Marvin when he wrote ""Sexual Healing"" +Kurt Cobain—we were good friends; Ozzy Osbourne, too +I be with rock stars—see, you lucky I'm fucking with you +I chilled with Frankie Lymon and Jimi Hendrix crew +See, this is new to you, but to me, this ain't new +I live the lavish life; listen, if the mood is right +Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight +I never steer you wrong; if you hyper, I make you calm +I'll be your incentive, a reason for you to move forward +Let's make a date, promise me you'll come to see me +Even if it means you have to sell your mama's TV +I love you—love me back; no one said loving me'd be easy +[Hook] +We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me +But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? +We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl +Fucking with me, you can be all you can be +We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me +But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? +We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl +Fucking with me, you can be all you can be (I love you) +[Verse 3] +I got you barefooted on glass, chasing a dove +That monkey on your back symbolizes my love +Your friends talk bad about me, bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em +Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional +They talk to you when you up; when you down, they got nothing to say +But when you call up, I come running, I always take the pain away +They set you up to let you down; they crowned you prom queen +They know 'bout me; behind your back, they call you a fucking fiend +Can we just be alone so I can kiss and hug you? +Push me inside you; no other man can love you like I do +Call me Daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean, real good +I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should +It was written long before us; it was carved in a tree +Forever, me and you, baby, we were meant to be +There's more to life than laughter; what brought us together was fate +And we'll be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates +And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes +[Hook] +We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me +But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? +We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl +Fucking with me, you can be all you can be +We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me +But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me? +We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl +Fucking with me, you can be all you can beEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Lintballz[Intro: Zoo Keeper (Popa Chief) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}] +*Popa Chief singing ""Do or die, do or die, do or die +Do or die"" throughout intro* +(What's your move bitch nigga?) +Suttin' ain't goin' down like that +I ain't lettin' niggas know they ain't know +(what's goin' on in yo life +How you gonna get what you ain't got? +You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it +(Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckers are around +{Yo I mastered the art of Shadowboxin'!} +[Hook : Popa Chief] +Do or die, ball or fly +Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high +But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up +It's time to turn the heat up +And catch these papes like cooked up +What? +Do or die, ball or fly +Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high +But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up +It's time to turn the heat up +And catch these papes like cooked up +What? +[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] +Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up +Never get your weight off and do a push up +You smokin' all my purple kush up +Don't make me push and rook up +Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup +Now niggas know Lil' Diggs, only twice wore a suit +Had sex in a group with a couple of bitches dance for loot +See I'mma tell them niggas about spendin' all they loot +Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup +I got my own version of roots +Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots +The new news is Brooklyn Zoo +Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too +[Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] +Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit +So I made myself eatin' these streets where blood leak +Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique +Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak +And all we do is make classics, CCF, the Unit +Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet +95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here +See our face this year, appear +On your TV screen, we stay green +Money makes the world go around, know what I mean-ean? +New team, fresh and clean clean on your scene +Now sing along, sing along, y'all know the theme-heme +[Popa Chief {*singing*}] +Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh) +Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh) +[Verse 3: Hell Razah] +Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is sellin' +Labels don't play a nigga when they nuttin' but felons +Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens +GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers +Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new leathers +Bad models be on the dick that shy and strip +Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Bloods or Crips +Watch who you sleep, shake hands and hustle with +Why dream to be rich when I'm already rich? +Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed +Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist +Brooklyn Zoo, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga +[Hook] +Do or die, ball or fly +Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high +But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up +It's time to turn the heat up +And catch these papes like cooked up +What? +Do or die, ball or fly +Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high +But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up +It's time to turn the heat up +And catch these papes like cooked up +What? +[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Buddha Monk)] +I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get flashed +Whatever you do, I stop your ass +My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss +I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss +A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash ya stealth +(See let a nigga come through with that bullshit) +(Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin') +I never was familiar with bein' pussy +I loved that shit 'til it's bloody +[Verse 5: Buddha Monk] +Hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that shit muddy and swampy +And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door) +This Fam right here, is the Fam right here +And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get clapped right there +For this cream nigga, I'll walk through Muddy Waters +If he be call out, and rob your son and daughter +Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumpy +Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G +Split the pie three ways, live off it for three days +And when it's done, who's the next victim today +I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by Bible life +I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right +Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devil didn't make me +Linballz in my pocket that made me stick them keys +Checkmate, pray to the Lord, your soul He take +Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga +[Hook] +Do or die, ball or fly +Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high +But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up +It's time to turn the heat up +And catch these papes like cooked up +What? +Do or die, ball or fly +Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high +But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up +It's time to turn the heat up +And catch these papes like cooked up +What? +[Outro: Brooklyn Zoo {Popa Chief}] +Yeah yeah, huh huh (motherfucker) +That's right, that's right, OK (alright) +Yeah so {now you be knowin'} +{Annihilate} +{Get some papes like Bill Gates}" +"Come On (Clap)[Hook 2X: Swizz Beatz] +Ol' Dirty make the girls say +Come on, clap, come on, clap, come on, clap +Come on, everybody, come on, clap +Come on, yo +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane +No it's Dirt McGirt, ain't a damn thing changed +Just put spinners on a brand new Range +When I walk up in the party everything seem strange +Oooh, must be that Roc-A-Fella chain +I mixed it up, with that Wu-Tang slang +That college girl over there, she give good brain +When I pull out my gun, it goes chitty bang bang +I love 'em fat bitches cuz they titty hang hang +When I'm trying to get some food stamps, to buy some champagne +When you in the senior cars, gonna make you switch lanes +Blame it on the muthafucking game +[Hook 2X] +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Now, come, get some, you little bum +I'm Dirt McGirt, still living in the slums +Yeah, that's where I'm from +And I got enough liquor, you can all get some +The Swizz Beatz drum, bang through your speaker +I don't want no bud, cuz that ain't no good reefer +Forget from the Dirt, though, I'm the grim reaper +And I might hit it once and pass to my man Peter +Adios see ya, would hate to be ya +Your man talk shit, I'mma put him in the sleeper +So get down, get down, like James Brown +Roc-A-Fella money got me feeling lot better now +[Hook 2X] +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Oooh, love it when you shake it to the ground +You serve in town, ODB comes around +Blaow, listen to my drunken style +Got enough Chambers, I can hit it going wild +Rims on my truck is bigger than a cow +Chpaow! Jewellery cost more than your house +If you cooking in your kitchen, get the fuck out +Make them scream and shout ""McGirt, get in the house"" +Dude gonna air it, I'm barricade, pull it out +If I ain't got my gun, I hit you with the Guinness Stoute +I'm back, buzzed, hit you with a different route +Peace Mariah, for getting a nigga the fuck out +[Hook 2X]" +"Freestyle with Forbes 01[Verse] +This is what the COVID list made +All this hate, all this hate +Look at what the COVID list made, all this pain +Try to keep us quiet, cause riots +Look at what the COVID's made, this hate +That the COVID made, this hate +Try to keep us quiet, cause riots +Try to keep us quiet, cause riots +How 'bout we change up our diet? +How 'bout we change the diet? +How 'bout we get a real plan +How 'bout we change up the meal plan +How 'bout we stop hidin' in bunkers and be a real man +It's only for God, I'm a real fan +The system will fall and God's people will stand +I know 'cause God willed this, I know you can feel this +God is the real this, the Devil can't kill this +I know because he willed this +We 'bout to go big, yes we will, Kris +We 'bout to go big, Robert, yes we will +Kris, Kardashian, Rob, Kardashian +First to get a nigga free, now my wife big +Up with that again +We gon' take Sunday Service to The Vatican +Ooh, we 'bout to spaz again +I heard The Pope speak twenty-seven language +The only language is love and that's God goin' at again +Uh, pssht, we get the practice in +Uh, pssht, no more actressin' +Uh, pssht, this the fact, this is +Uh, pssht, ah +That's how the freestyle go" +"Hands Up (My Last) (Freestyle)Let's get fucked up +On the road to riches +You just a speed bump +Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up +We smoke a tree down til it's just a tree stump +That eastside nigga, bang on you bitches +I'm going at your neck, strangle you bitches +Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches +And I stay burned-out like a bad transmission +I'm on, like the lights I light up +The kush, knock out, Mike Tyson fight +I'm talking about ass and titties +Sex and the city +Weezy f baby and the f is for ""forget it"" +I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine +Up in some fine dime then she give me Einstein +Young money motherfucka +Yeah we picked a fine time +I'm a 17 nigga, bitch, I don't mind dyin' man +I just ended up on every bitch's sex list +Genie in the bottle get a muthafuckin deathwish +Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas +Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga +Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga +Let nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga +Yeah I keep the brian pumper, no homo +The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo +Man, I told mack I was gonna do it +Above the law, but under the influence +Man, I was on the skateboard +Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room +Got behind her like a shadow +I had her ass up in the air +I swear I got the largest clip in the world +Right here in my gat +And I wish a nigga play +I'mma bust a nigga's ass +Hate young money? then fuck you in the ass +187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball +Til we fall. and this fuck all y'all +Gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all +We straight, sorry for the waitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Da Graveyard[Intro] +It's the number one crew in the area +[Verse 1: Big L] +The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense, gettin' men lynched +And when tensed, I'm killin' infants for ten cents +'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis +Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English +I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers +I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares? +I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas +I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch-ass niggas +After you, your man'll get scarred next +And if your squad flex, I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz +A TEC-9 is my utensil +Fillin' niggas with so much lead, they can use they dick for a pencil +I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches +I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose +I got drug spots from New York to Canada +'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor +[Verse 2: Lord Finesse] +Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater +It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters +And rappers I hit 'em well +They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me 'cause I give 'em hell +So don't try to front, troop +When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit +I'm out to collect figures +I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga +Not a role model, I'm a bad figure +When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga! +I got it locked like a warden +Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan +So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps +It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack +It ain't shit you can tell me +Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP +[Hook] +It's the number one crew in the area +""Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard"" +It's the number one crew in the area +""Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard"" +[Verse 3: Microphone Nut] +Yo, I got a death wish +That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit +I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip +So I can fill up this clip +And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette +And let 'em smoke the four-fifth +Ah fool, ah goodbye, no need to try to lie or cry +It's time for motherfuckers to die +Because to me death is like sex +And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck +Strap up a MAC, clack, clack, motherfuckers are runnin' like rats +The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats +'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose +And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose +From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids +For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids +These were the kids of the prison guards +Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard +One-two, everybody's through +The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue +And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit +Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious +I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger +Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer +Please show me where the crack is at +While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks +So I'm the one you should run from +Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun +[Verse 4: Jay-Z] +The way I rock no way you could stop +I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot +When I'm in the zone better hold ya own +'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem +Pound for p-p-pound the best around +No way you can get up when I get down +I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none +And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one +Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill +So ladies step up I get around like a wheel +I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic +Bitches are screaming like Onyx +Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it +Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step +Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep +I'm giving these ladies something they can feel 'cause I'm real +Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill kill +[Hook] +It's the number one crew in the area +""Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard"" +It's the number one crew in the area +""Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard"" +[Verse 5: Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz] +Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry +I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy +So mess around you'll be a dead man +I get hype tonight's the night like Redman +Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck +Chiggidy check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck +I'm lethal, eatin' people +Not Jeffrey Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal +So what'cha want? +Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap +I'm leavin' caps in your back fool +I rip tracks wanna say peace to Hip Hop +A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped +I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck +The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes +Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels +I tell em' big up big up it's a stick up stick up +I stick and move +[Big L] +And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose +[Verse 6: Grand Daddy I.U.] +Yo, rat-tat-tat I got the gat cocked +Nigga we ghost man a punk? +I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose +I'm shootin' up like the west is +Fuck suggestions +I'll blow out a niggas intestines +Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last +One blast will put your ass in a body cast +And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec +Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect +Constantly comittin' grand larceny +Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me +Never passed up a fast buck ask the last duck +His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck +So what the fuck is you sayin' hops? +I'm wanted for slayin' cops +Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops +But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit +Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit +I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast +If you die and come back I shoot your spirit +Now your ass is just a holy ghost +You tried to play me to the left +You better put a target on your head +'Cause you're marked for deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"He’s Dead[Intro: Sample] +Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir +He's dead chap, that man's dead back there +It was worse than dead, his brain is gone +(Kane is in the building, nigga) +[Hook] +I never see your crazy face +Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that +I never see your crazy face (Mula) +Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name +[Post-Hook] +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +[Verse 1] +Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden +Red ants army, Caveman Spartan +Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate +I paved and carved it, made man forfeit +Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it +I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen +We not one and the same; +Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain +Ask how I'm livin'? I can't complain +Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain +Shit never sweet, him never changed +I'll always be the MF'er Wayne +I been lost conscious, I never regain +Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lawd +[Bridge 1] +Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie +I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant +They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen +Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy +Gone but not forgotten, no +[Hook] +I never see your crazy face +(You don't see me, nigga) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You don't see me, nigga, no) +I never see your crazy face +(You can't see me, nigga) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You can't see me, nigga, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(You can't see me, nigga, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) +[Post-Hook] +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +[Verse 2] +Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin' +Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin' +I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin +Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough +How long will they mourn me? +I had a Rolls Royce Ghost +Now I'm feelin' like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me +We are not one and the same; +I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange +I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain +I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne +Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame +I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked +So fuck every key on your key chain, boy +[Bridge 2] +Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie +I don't know if I'm comin' or goin', Lord, I'm undecided +Throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen +Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten +[Hook] +(No) I never see your crazy face (Ohhh) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You don't see me, nigga, no) +I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You can't see me, nigga, no, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(You can't see me, nigga, no, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) +I never see your crazy face +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +I never see your crazy face +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +[Outro: Sample] +Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir +He's dead chap, that man's dead back there +It's worse than dead, his brain is gone43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Dynamic(uh um) Mr. D Carter, from out the deep water, thank the lord for my voice, the beat and the re-carter, now pick an alphabet, and You're Z'en While im up trying to be the best MC'en. Now let me in.. I got my Key in.. And with them alphabets I never use p-e-n +But I got a lot of paper, but a lot ain't enough so I got an occupation, gotta bring the evil straight to the kitchen table, homey if you're girl pregnant you should kiss her navel, cause you prolly won't live to see the mother fucking cradle, you're past left a scar and the futures looking fatal. You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior, gotta be the bread winner so go rob the break maker. When they put you're homey to sleep, it gotta be a wake up, you move in the hood then you gotta meet the neighbors (thank you) +I holla bitch get off me, bitch get off me.. I'm the little ass nigga known as big homey, the killers is ballin, the niggas is targets, the snitches is talking, but this is New Orleans. I love what I got I'm just living the moment, I ain't dying just yet, I take a shit in the coffin. I Already know how to piss in the toilet, im trying to get the pot to piss in the morning. I never fall back I'd rather go forward, and when I come through you better duck like Howard. Because I got power, just like a forward, I come through the lane and straight dunk like stottle..myre.. M-I-re reminds me of I'uh, hes a Phoenix sun and I am fire, Disrespect me and I spit fire to neck and back like you are Kaya2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Polo Party[Intro] +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Let's go! +[Verse] +Niggas know my city hot +Ralph Lauren fit me hot +Shawty wanta diddy bop +Told the bitch to give me twat +Keep my shot my nickel hot +Bands, bands, bands, bands +Got me feelin' like Big Sean +I make it rain, I go hard +Welcome to my polo party +Can they wear [?] +That's a no go shawty +Call me Polo shawty +More money more problems +Last niggas that's gossip +Real know who real is +Why these niggas fraudulent +East side, we ride +House parties [?] +2 twin Glock forties, pretend they [?] +All the [?] three high, all the [?] three high +Can't trust a bum bitch +Bum niggas see why +I can't liе, you go soft +I was cut from that [?] +Pussy nigga I'm a boss +You really win I never lost +RIP wе took a loss +Free the guys they took 'em all +Them [?] niggas beat the [?] +Got me ridin' out +Ridin' around and I'm gettin' it +Got me feelin' like I'm 2 Chainz +Cup of that Rosé got me ridin' around saying 2 names +Bad bitches on me, 'cause they like the way I do things +Money call [?] +Keep tellin' your girl yes +Three rolls in that [?] +Got the baddest bitches ready +Motivate the gang like Kelly +Austin Powers get in my belly +Tell that money get in my belly +Lean and syrup get in my belly +[?] cost of the chevy got the feds thinkin' I'm heavy +[Outro] +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Let's get itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Banned From NY[Verse 1: Remy Ma] +Mic check 1-2 , 1-2 +In school I walked the halls with a sharp pencil +Now I'm drawing a pistol, let a nigga do a bitch move +Or let a bitch move I'm shitting +Wiping my ass with em like tissue +And then I gotta flush em see Remy really don't love em +Same shit different toilet, so like a plum I'd hate to plunge her +And If a nigga got some trees and a nice piece of lumber +And could make some paper than I might just fuck him +And If I stick em , than I stuck em +Like a chicken I'll pluck em +Gave him some scrambled eggs +Now he walking so I duck him +Niggas got bubblegum blow +Pop broads like Rem some sorta sucker +Put some money on that bitch and I bet you I Lady Luck her +If she want a problem , cause a uproar or a ruckus +It's never nothing for me to quickly Timberland chuck her +Dead in the middle of ground zero +I'm like a Superhero, female Joe Pesci, Al Pacino modern day Robert De Niro +Defend my niggas that do murders like Robert Shapiro +Drink Malibu, pineapple juice and puff piff by the pillow +Forreal tho, Tell my flow ain't so crazy +Just shot at yo crib +Not where you live but where you lay yo baby +And lately I been spittin on some I'm real yo Conceited shit +To me chicks is like dicks +I'm quick to tell em beat it bitch +You hang around boxers, but your no tough cookie +You only get hard when your around pussies +I do chick greasy K Sleazy know my M.O +Why you runnin round like please, please listen to my demo +I'm in a new MB bitch and I'm buggin at the windows +With the tints, limo black cause I'm blowing down the Indo +You may stunt round them other broads +But you don't want it with Rem tho +Take your posters down on some petty shit like my nigga N-O +I ain't saying that you garbage +You better stuck where you started +You could neva ever ever ever be Ms.Martin +I flow retarded, You can't stand to see me +I know you was wishing I was really banned from TV +That still wouldn't stop me from talking reckless on mixtapes, and CD's FM, XM, Satellite, and DVD +I'm remarkable it don't matter who I'm talking to +They all flow mediocre and they faces ain't marketable +Look ma you need more than some shades and some shiny lips +For me to believe you a rapper, and you really can spit +That you even next to me, Do yall hear this bitch? +I wish I was Foxy right now I don't wanna hear this shit +You need to fuck back, I know you been sneaking round back +You and your weave is loose I can see your tracks +You ain't fire , no bitch you ain't poppin +You a burning sanitation truck, ma you hot garbage +You a bum bitch, you hear the trumpets +It's the Queen of NY, Remy Ma +And I ain't nothing to fuck with +Rem!" +"Hatin’[Intro] +Lil' Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz) +And I wanna know tonight +Why they hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me?) +Shit I'm a good nigga believe that (believe that) +Let's roll +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) +[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie] +Nigga ate at my momma table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle) +I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me (he ratted on me) +The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me +My nigga lookin' like he wanna break the code on me +Tell me why they let me ride for a year +Now they want my 745 until I show for this here +Nigga try to sneak me but that's ho shit (that's ho shit) +You ain't gon' get no stripes off me lil daddy (uh-uh) +You better try some more shit +And now they fuckin' with my girl head +Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soulja down +And she can't focus now +Ain't that a shame how they fuck up your name +Tell promoters you gon' cut throat 'em +Now you missin' your change +Who gon' take the pistol charge since everybody convicted +Been to 5 funerals in 3 months lord knows that I miss 'em +I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done +You pussy motherfuckers y'all gon' hate on my son +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) +[Verse 2: Lil' Boosie] +From the cradle to the grave I'm gon' always be a hustler +As long as you succeed they gon' always be a busta (huh bra) +They hated Dr. King (say that) +They hated when he marched (yeah) +They hated Malcolm X (fasho) +And they hated Rosa Parks (for real) +Sometimes the enemy on your passenger side +Ridin' witcha gettin' high +But you can't believe it +But you know that he sneaky (he sneaky) +When I was five my momma looked at her son +And told me ""Boy you gon' break hearts cause you too cute for just one"" +I guess this baby face and these rap skills that God blessed me with +Got niggas nuts hangin' ready to come and test me bitch but look +You know they said I was dead two shots up in my head +Some say I O-D'd off that Ex what they gon' say next +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) +It's real life homie +[Verse 3: Lil' Boosie] +Now they say me and Webbie beef and we on the same team (same team) +We drop hits you know your bitch we got the same dreams (same dreams) +Alot of niggas playa hatin' cause they ain't me (they ain't me) +So in they mind they won't hesitate to spank me +I seen alot of shit, Lord knows I try +Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride +Want figgas like Jigga (yeah) +With a brain like Dane +Can't slip like beans +Cause I got dreams to be the mayne +But I never change +Mayne no matter how raw it get +I'm beast mode lil daddy so I'm prepared for the rawest shit +They called me out my name (believe that) +They told me I was stuntin' +Told 'em ""One day bitch I'mma have some Oprah money"" +Wooh +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I Can’t Go Like That[Intro: Lil Durk] +Uh, I can't go like that +No, uh, ah, uh, no, I can't go like that +No, I can't go like that +Uh, brr-ah, no +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I can't go like that +Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters +For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet +These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets +These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Everyday not everday, my little niggas'll rob you +Playin' both sides then you get hit with that chopper +All these niggas claimin' that they really in the field +Where I'm from in the field, you gettin' killed +Put ten on a lawyer on the first +I'ma make that money back on a verse +Bitches last, money second, family first (OTF) +Act a ass in that Jag', I'm the worst +And I'm like Tony in my city +Put drug money way before these bitches +Same niggas cookin' chickens turnin' it to pigeons +Well me and you, I can tell you want the difference +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I can't go like that +Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters +For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet +These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets +These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +If I wife a bitch, man, she better be a rider +Cause the feds watchin', buildin' cases, got us tied up +For a couple bricks you'll get you hit or get you tied up +Only the family in my eyes, you can't divide us +Got some old heads tellin' me right +You say I'm snitchin', you just gamblin' with your life +No baseball, my hitters goin' to strike +The D-line open all night +Friends, I don't do that shit +If I fuck her, my squad, they goin' to own that bitch +I'm gettin' money, that mean my niggas rich +Still on the block, that mean I'm nigga rich +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I can't go like that +Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters +For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet +These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets +These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap +Nigga like me, I can't go like that10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Only Want One NightWe don't love these hoes, I only want one night +Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night +These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night +These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one nightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Mechanic[Intro: 50 Cent] +Niggas trying to front? We move on them +One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them +Next day we outside like who want it? +Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them +Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them +Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them +Next day we in the hoopties looking for them +Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft +I provide these services, we breaking them off +I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost +I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss +It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic +I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it +My Momma told me ""Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us"" +The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn't get us +Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it +But where I'm from if you want shit, you got to take it +I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles +My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets) +I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas +But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me +I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi +You asking about Nedgme, they know me +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic +[Bridge: Tony Yayo] +We don't play that pussy shit, we move on them +We put that work in, nigga, we move on them +Shorty, I know you ain't scared. We move on them +Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up +I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting niggas up +I'm the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball +Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those? +I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt +A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall +I say ""Get'em!"" they get to killing like I'm running the court +Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat +This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo +Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow +Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming +So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic +[Verse 3: 50 Cent] +Money buys guns, paranoia comes +When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run +Friends turned foes, Daddy girl's turn hoes +In the penitentiary hearts turn cold +Some turn snitch for State's evidence +While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich +When the drama comes they way they don't fucking panic +They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the MechanicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Torture[Intro] +You know? Through being humbles +True Mast' on the track +Like that, you know? +Been in this rap game for like the past.. +Four bullets now, you know? Doing bids, yeah-yeah +I done peeped a lot of cats come through +Courageous cats, stray cats, ha-ha +Top cats with top hats, you know what I'm saying? +But it all boils down to this, we talking lyrics +Rhymes, line for line, numero uno +Who the best? I don't know +Check it +[Verse 1] +Flame on, I rain fire when Johnny Storm +I'm shocking like live wire, you have been warned +I prolong this next chamber to make it strong +And prove all them doubters wrong +Killin 'Em Softly with this song, adding on +Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons +On my shift, shooting that gift, knowin' he snitched +On the telethon, running his lips, sinking the ship +Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him +And now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em +Send him to his final resting +Back to the essence, Faces of Death, the final lesson +[Chorus] +Torture, torture, torture +Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know +[Verse 2] +Who got John Blaze shit? Sucking my dick to get famous +So I switched Blaze to Dangerous +Welcome to my torture chambers, torture chambers +Where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? +I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly +I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me +Keep your enemies close and your heat closer +I slam just like my culture on all theories +Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one +You get burned playing Nix-on, Hot biscuit +Stand back, don't make me spit one and paint pictures +On the walls of your mental with hot lead from out these pencils +Iron Lung since I was young and not knowing +Where the next meal was coming from, been troublesome +To all those posing a threat +If I go, everybody got to go next, y'all niggas know +The code of the street soldier, I'm watching time +And time watching me colder, Grim Reaper +Breathing death on my shoulder +Waiting for the day to take me over, take me over +[Chorus] +Torture, torture, torture +Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know +[Verse 3] +That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me +Still tryna fuck my ho, Johnny-come-latelies? +Got me in a world of shit and now I'm pissed +Mama said there'd be days like this +This the season for ducks and my pen's bleeding +Leaving kids barely breathing for sneak-thieving +Famished from lack of eating and lack of teaching +Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason +Can it be, that the kid with the knock knees +Got G to make a grown man cop plea, for this track +I got a Lovebug like Starski +Blow back until I drop Tical Part 3 +Ain't no stopping when you start me, John Jay +Pulling your card, mayday mayday, niggas owe they life to God +And now it's payday, take it how ya wanna take it +Fully clothed or butt-naked, I learned the hard way +Ain't nothing sacred in this world, time to face it +Johnny Basic Instinct, I'm sure to make it +While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light +Say what you like, just spell my name right +No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish +Cake niggas, keep my dick up out your mouth +[Chorus] +Torture, torture, torture +Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know" +"Girl Samurai Lullaby[Chorus: Dionna Nichelle] +Silly little girl, in a men's world, wish I could fly +Dilly lilly pearl, caught up in a twirl, of a butterfly +Ladadadadi, ladadadada, wish I could fly +Silly little girl, caught up in this world, of lullaby +[Rah Digga] +See when the, mics go on, the lights go on +It's like Muhammad Ali, and Tyson sparring +I take a, stab at you, a jab at you +I do 'em, Carrey style, I make 'em laught at you +Try me, ain't nothing worse than a little defeat +From trying to weak a sleeping giant that ain't even asleep +I'm not your ordinary shorty, I be bobbing and weaving +Don't even give me no excuses, just to knock a few teeth in +Bust a shot like it's semen, you do not want to see it +Have you in predicaments, you do not wanna be in +The last man to try, the last man to die +Wiggle my toes, then turn to the last samurai +Move, who not to scare to die, we runnin' wit our spears +To the sky, screaming Bis Mi Allah +So please be advised, cuz she's gonna light up the trails +Better listen to them old wise tales +[Chorus] +[Rah Digga] +Without warning, shit could get real appaling +And invalid, don't even know what to call it +S.I.O., or you could call me bad business +Talking eyes, while your boys in the hood, down to menace +The skull smasher, basher, chicken head mangler +Then use you as a tool for my misplaced anger +The dude ripper, cuz they don't even see me come out +I blind side 'em, 'fore they can even get they guns out +Now who next to try, who next to die +What you call fighting for your life, I call exercise +Huh, coming through, looking like Lucy Liu +Whipping shanks out, running down the block, WHOODI-WHO +Ooh, you acting all intusive, we rolling kinda deep +Up in this piece, now don't be foolish +Don't make a sister lose it, that would not be condusive +But wouldn't be the first time people die, for something stupid, stupid +[Chorus] +[Outro: Rah Digga] +Here we go, baby, it's Dirty Harriet +Digga digga ya'll" +"Humble[Intro: Lori Perry & Lil Baby] +Day after day +Seems like I push against the clouds +(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) +They just keep blocking out the sun +It seems since I was born +I've wakened every blessed morning +I been thinkin' to myself lately +Wonderin' did she mean it when she say she hate me? +Or wonderin' did she mean it when she say she wished she didn't keep the baby? (Down on my luck and up against the wind) +[Verse 1] +Told Solid to speed it up, you ain't driving Miss Daisy +Rolls Royce truck plus, yeah, you driving Lil Baby +Hit from the back and grab her neck, it be drivin' her crazy +Ain't work no job since we met, I'm the reason she lazy +I got some checks that I ain't touch, they for Loyal and Jason +Really wanna have a daughter just so I can spoil her +Maybe look at women different +Father God, forgive me, I'ma been sinning for a minute +We bought sticks when it was tension +Fuck that bitch, she want attention +She get famous if I mention +I ain't gon' say her name at all +I was just sittin' in prison, damn near livin' like a dog +I remember that shit vividly, I do this shit for y'all +I'm not lookin' for no sympathy, won't cry about no loss +I got demons all on my back and arms, I'm tryna shake 'em off +I can't never fuck with lil' Mill again, he tried to take me off +I can't lie, you was my dawg, I heard that shit, it broke my heart +Can't no nigga say I did somethin' flawed, been solid from the start +Every situation ever happened, Baby played his part +I ain't never did shit to brag about it, I do that shit with honors +In my bag, but I been layin' back, I'm turnin' up this summer +Guess you mad 'cause I've been havin', tellin' hoes I was a runner +If I was, I was the richest runner in Georgia, on my mama +And I ain't never been no worker, had my own number, ask bruh +Seven summers straight we went crazy, called it good luck +[Chorus] +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble, yeah +[Verse 2] +Thinkin' 'bout that shit you said, I can't get it out my head +I know that my heart is black, so all my cars' insides is red +I don't wanna argue with no one, let's get this guap instead +I ain't tryna beef with none these niggas 'cause all my opps is dead +If you ever run into police, you better not tell +Turn it up, I might as well, you know I'm so 4PF +'Fore I go, I gotta say what's up to all the bros in jail +I know that they be listenin', I know that he'll be with me +And his lawyer cost one-sixty, I hope they un-convict him when he go back +Follow him with a low jack, then step on him like a doormat +Doin' dirt, can't go back, my mind straight, ain't no slackin' +Guns all in Renee house, you ain't from the hood if you don't know Madison +[Chorus] +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble, yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Demon[Verse 1] +Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate +She's sleepin' very gently so now they're startin' to enter it +And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany +Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy +Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally +And love die physically, my love cry miserably +Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me +She fucked thy niggas, see now they both iggin' me +But demons got dignity, demons got memories +I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' +'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' +[Bridge] +A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands +She agree to my demands too +Brought the demon out her ass too +I'm a demon, I demand you +[Chorus] +A demon with demands, a demon with demands +I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand +Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon, I demand you +You brought the demon out the man, ooh +Brought the demon out the man, ooh +The demon out the man, you +Brought the demon out the man, ooh +[Refrain] +You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants +Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass +Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, ""Can we dance?"" +Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past +[Bridge 2] +A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands +A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands +[Chorus 2] +A demon with demands, a demon with demands +I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand +Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon by demand too +Yeah, brought the demon out the man, ooh +She agree to my demands too +You done brought the demon out the man, ooh +Brought the demon out her ass too +[Verse 2] +Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate +She's sleepin' very gently, so now they're startin' to enter it +And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany +Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy +Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally +And love die physically, my love cry miserably +Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me +She fucked thy niggas see now they both iggin' me +But demons got dignity, demons got memories +I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' +'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' +[Bridge 3] +A demon, with demands +A demon, with demands +[Refrain] +You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants +Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass +Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, ""Can we dance?"" +Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past +[Outro] +Brought the demon out her ass too +You done brought the demon out the man, ooh +Demonic, demonic +Demonic, demonic +Demonic, demonic +Demonic, demonic, demonic +Demon with demands, demon with demands +Demon with demands, demon with demands10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Super Lyrical[Verse 1: Big Pun] +Ayo, my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact +Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats +Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap +That tackles your back and shackles and laughs at you +That's a mathematical madness I'm on +The savage, the strong +The marriage and bond of havoc and song +This massacre's on, as if Picasso laced you +There's lots of hateful skeletons locked +In the closet of my castle of Grayskull +I'm possum at grade school +That's why I have to debate you +My raps are like Cable, slashing your facial +That's how a master degrades you, I'm battling Jesus +If he passes through my label I'm snatching his halo +God, I'll trade you, if you send my father back as an angel +Language is fatal and it's hypnotizing +I'm only emphasizing +I'm still all about business and enterprising +I'm super lyrical, with brain-booster chemicals +That's used up tentacles inside of my mental projectable +[Chorus] +Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent +Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah +Lyrically, I'm-I'm supposed to represent +[Verse 2: Black Thought] +Black Thought, the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis +Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice +Stressing to emcees how they don't really want this +Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit +These cats, they sentimental such with a gentle touch +Dancing double dutch and all saying nothing much +My sound wave lifting your chin up, like uppercuts +Newfound ways of ripping shit up, I develop +Your squad chest swell up, still you're mini-ay-ture to me +Nature-ally I bring the extremity +Musically intense with the globe in suspense +Contemplating where the world traveler been since +The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic +Immerse you in some old next shit, ill poetic +Thought from Illadelph, somethin' like nothing else +My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, 'cause what? +[Chorus] +Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent +Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah +Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent +You will lose, I must break you +Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent +Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah +Lyrically, I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm supposed to represent +[Verse 3: Big Pun & Black Thought] +Ayo, peace Roots, East Coast niggas reppin' the streets most +With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose +These those niggas that'll lift your mentals +Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels +Like the Triumph instrumental +My instrumental's the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance +To nothing you come across, lyrical holocaust +The crowd pleaser, emcees freeze then catch seizure +They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers +Just call me Baby Jesus, 'cause lately niggas be praising me +Just for the way I blaze the beat crazily, tape to CD lasery +It pays to be amazingly flavory +Gaze into my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally +Occasionally as I focus on my next opus +The way it's all fucked up and emcees is hopeless +I'll leave your head wrecked as I erect sculptures +My thought's just a fortress +Approach this ferocious up-closeness +[Chorus] +Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent +Niggas'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah +Lyrically, I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm supposed to represent +[Outro] +Lyrically +It's suicide +Lyrically +You've seen him, you know how strong he is +Lyrically +You can't win +Lyrically +It's suicide +Lyrically +You've seen him, you know how strong he is +Lyrically +You can't win +Lyrically +You can't win +Lyrically +You will lose +Lyrically +I must break you +Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-lyricallyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Intro[Nas] +Peace, how are you? +I ain't mean to be late +It was my night to watch my little girl +It's chilly out here +What happened? You crying? +Y'all got into it again huh? +See you gotta let them know from the jump +I don't care who they are, or who they're with +Yeah I know they know we're talking +Shh, why don't they just leave us alone? +I know it's hard for them to understand people like us +Could love each other +Come on, stop crying now +Oh, there's something I gotta tell you +I heard they're watching you +Yeah, they're watching, they're watching me too +But there ain't no reason to get low +I'm proud, I'm here +You know I'ma stand up for you, no matter what +And I know you'll stand up for me +I don't have no doubts about you being true to me +The world is ours +But right now it feels like the whole world is against us +So study, be strong, don't cry no more +*Immediately follows A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Prostitute[Lil' Wayne Talking] +Young Moolah, baby (Yeah) +(Young money, alright, yeah) +Young Moolah baby (Young money) +(Alright, alright, alright) +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Well if you don't then I'll explain +You can be my Mrs. Wayne +We can do the damn thing +You see I had to tell my nigga Lil' Boo I met a girl like you +Cause I ain't never met another girl like you +But I know what to do wit a girl like you +Three letters: ""I do"" +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Well if you don't then I'll explain, I'll give up the game +At the top of the arena there's my jersey wit my name +What's happening baby, what's happening baby +You know you need to roll wit a champion baby +Any time I see ya I get asthma baby +Like th th that's my baby +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) +[Boo talking over beat] +Like fo real though baby girl you ain't gotta keep no secrets it's just me and you +You gotta keep it real +Your pussy like a drug to me +You got me fiending +If I could sing, if I could sing +Damn baby if only I could sing +Help me out lil' bra +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I love it baby (yeah) +I love it baby +Don't you know I love it baby (I really did) +I love it baby +Like Young Jeezy I love it baby (yeah) +I love it baby (I know you do too) +I love it baby (Well I bet you will) +I love it baby (yeah) +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +See they can say what they want girl +But they'd never change my views +Cause they will never know you the way that I know you +You see I'm tryna spend the rest of my whole life with you girl +And if we gotta be alone so be it baby +And if ya friends can't understand you, you don't need them baby +(Yeah, Yeah, yeah alright, yeah, see everything's alright, see everything's alright, ya dig) +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) +(Well if she don't know, she know by now) +Alright, alright, alright +Say roll out baby +Young money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Get Up[Intro] +Man I finna do my thang (get up!) +It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!) +Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up!) +I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!) +I came to bring you that California love +And a little New York hate, it's all of the above +I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain +You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!) +[Verse 1] +I ball ‘til I fall, stunt 'til I drop +'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot +You buy a bottle, I buy the bar +I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras +When I get into it, I get into it +Everybody can’t do it the way I do it +I make it rain, till the sun come out +A nigga playin', we make the guns come out +Now, my question is who they gon' blame +When I'm back number one on the Billboard again? +Shit shift now, the game done changed +Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain +I guess I made the kids want slang +And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang +Nah, it's just music man, it's just music +Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it +[Hook] +I have the savoir-faire +I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!) +I make it hot, I make it hot in here +Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) +I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move +And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) +I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care +Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) +[Verse 2] +Yeah, lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better +You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos +You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive +See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside +I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round +Switch gears till' your love comes down +I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn +Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn +While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me +It's up and down and up and down gracefully +Rick James would've said She a Brick House +But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout +I find out she like it how I like it, huh +Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung +Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good +She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up? +[Hook] +I have the savoir-faire +I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!) +I make it hot, I make it hot in here +Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) +I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move +And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) +I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care +Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) +[Outro] +And get into it +You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up!) +And get into it +We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!) +Aftermath +Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!) +Aftermath +Still Shady AftermathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Party[Intro: Lil Durk] +Yeah +Let's throw a party, let's throw a party (Let's get it) +Let's throw a party (A party, a party party) +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Let's have a party +Invite the bad bitches +Invite the drug dealers +Bring the city out 'cause I'm that nigga +She wanna be famous +Just let me record her +Put grits in my water +We gonna turn up at this party like +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Party party lets throw a party +She geeking, she tweeking, she high off the molly +Bitches on bitches, she say she not gay if she kissing her body +Bring me Patron, I meant the designer +Pass me the hookah, pass me the 9 +Pass me my mic, my show starts at 9 +Let's party party party party +Lil bitch say she want me now, say my name bring the city out +She wanna fuck 'cause she see me at Diddy's house +Lil ho i can't go low, I can't go (Let's get it!) +Call DJ up, play me, block party +Glock 40 on me, 'cause these niggas hate me +Lil bitch she a head hunter (Say she a head hunter) +Wanna fuck cause my red bottoms (Cause my red bottoms) +I'm turning up I'm a bread winner (Turning up I'm bread winner) +You can't come if you ain't getting money (She ain't getting no money) +I can't go, tryna get a bank roll (Bank roll) +You ain't on the list should of never came ho +Get in free, if you do the Bang Bros +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Let's have a party +Invite the bad bitches +Invite the drug dealers +Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga +She wanna be famous +Just let me record her +Put grits in my water +We gonna turn up at this party like +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +Party when I'm broke, party when I'm rich +Party in a coupe, party with your bitch +No candy see you later +We gorillas nigga, cage us +Party hard, I need more acres +No phone, I book on papers +You could say I'm in 3hunna the way I left the bitch in that dirt +I'm a King Slime, she walk off I'm going in her purse +Ooh she feeling me just like a nurse +Just because I'm a star don't mean she won't get burnt +(Party!) +Jiggle that, jiggle that, jiggle that baby +(Party!) +When I fucked you I came right back the next day +(Party!) +Nigga party big as a parade +(Party!) +I'm YSL, Durk, tell 'em whatcha bang +[Bridge: Lil Durk] +OTF, I do it for the fam +Pull out your phone and do it for the 'gram +Put ya hands up jump up and down and just jam (Jam) +Jump up and down and just jam +Yeah +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Let's have a party +Invite the bad bitches +Invite the drug dealers +Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga +She wanna be famous +Just let me record her +Put grits in my water +We gonna turn up at this party like +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party +Party party let's throw a party34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Irrelevant[Hook: Johnny Maycash] +Now all my niggas gone, they be off it +Talk shit, I put your ass right in the coffin +And that loud got me gone +Your bitch all in a zone, she on it +Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant +Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +I'm getting money and you not +So that mean you irrelevant +2-2-3 we shoot +That shit knock down an elephant +All my niggas with the shits +Your niggas on that telling shit +I get money so I bail out quick +Your bitch on me imma a nail that bitch +And now your ass irrelevant +She won't come back home so quit calling bitch +And I be on my savage shit +I ride around with ratchet bitch +Can't sneak diss now cause you irrelevant +Who the fuck know your clique +My team bout extra 30 clips +You nigga round me you don't know my thing +Cause my niggas been around since youngins bitch +And I got your bitch off the shits +Turn up, turn up she with the shits +She just let broski hit +And you went back home and straight wifed the bitch +300 shit we one night bitch +Passed to Durk and he piped the bitch +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant +Acting like you with the shits +I'm thinking he gonna tell some shit +And these hoes for anybody +So Reese give them nothin' but dick +Yeah these hoes for anybody +So we just hit them and pass them quick +Now all my niggas gone +You get shot cause we be off the shit +I'm 300 no more, no less +That's that original shit +Basic shit, I hate a basic bitch +I'm rolling up loud and i'm facing shit +Haters all mad, can't take this shit +Squad way or the hard way +Got killers posted up like all day +They'll wack a nigga up in the broad day +Leave a fuck nigga stanking in the hallway +And that's all day +The bitch wanna leave I don't make her stay +I got thots on thots boy, I don't play +That mean bitches on bitches boy, I don't play +[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Remember MeWhen I leave this motherfucker +Nigga better write a book about me +Ha haaaa +Boosie Bad Azz +Hah Hah +Look Look +Now when I'm gone +You gone remember me +For everything I said in songs +Everybody who I feed was hungry (Good Hearted) +For tha family, tha kids, tha homies +For all these niggas and bitches hatin' on me +So when I'm gone you gon remember me +From Baton Rouge, to Tenneessee, to Italy +To guarantee when I'm gone they gone remember +Da Coogi sweaters da fresh fade da sense of humor +Da heart of gold da bad side and all da rumors +Remember daddy love ya, that's to all my kids +Momma I gotta go fo you that's just the way it is +Guess da haters gone hate my kids +I can see it know +Tootie and his lil brother cold blooded +Might be 30 +Might be 50 +Might be 80 mane +Want my six figures, niggas a take me to my grave mane +Already know how I wanna go +But it ain't my time +Never thought I'd see a couple mill fo 25 +That's why I'm legendary +I'm rocking these shows +Every label I was wit +I carried the load +Remember my flow remember my voice +Remember everything I rap mane +I spoke from the heart +Chorus +So when I'm gone they gone remember me +For everything I said in songs +Everybody who I feed was hungry +For tha family, tha kids, tha homies +For all these niggas and bitches hatin' on me +But When I'm gone they gone remember me +For what, for stay being G'd up +For lifting up people +For my diabetes +For keeping it real when all my niggas went commercial +Thank you in, when you smell purple +So when I'm gone they gone remember me +Check this out +If a pussy nigga starch me out +Do you know how many niggas +Running up in yo house +Killing mamas killing babies I can see it know +Niggas can't even smoke purple +All they know is murder +Remember my struggle +Remember how long it took to bubble +Hugged my sister and my brother +Same for my mother +Every penny that or more +Make sure my kids straight +Tell 'em stories keep smiles on my kids face +Cause I'm gone be in my own section like Pac +But I speak ??? every time that I drop +Remember how I used to handle the rocks +And stop and pop +Remember me the mane man on the block +Let the hoes that used to know +From way before +Kiss me from my head to my toes fo sho +Remember my cars my shining pieces +My long fight wit diabetes +Mane +ChorusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Doctor[Verse: Tinashe] +High, high, baby right now +Cause when you hold me +Don't, don't leave me lonely +Thirsty, quench it for me +Cause when you hold me +Don't, don't leave me lonely +[Hook: Tinashe] +Years gone by without one other +Can't go back without my lover +Feinin', feinin', bring me a doctor +Need it, need it, bring me another +Years gone by with now or never +Can't go back without my poppa +Faintin', faintin', bring me a doctor +Need it, need it, bring me another +(Ahh, so good) +[Hook: Tinashe] +(So good, and refreshing +Ahh, so good)" +"Dammit (Blink 182 cover)[Verse 1] +It's alright to tell me +What you think about me +I won't try to argue +Or hold it against you +I know that you're leaving +You must have your reasons +The season is calling +Your pictures are falling down +[Verse 2] +The steps that I retrace +The sad look on your face +The timing and structure +Did you hear he fucked her? +A day late, a buck short +I'm writing the report +On losing and failing +When I move I'm flailing now +[Chorus 1] +And it's happened once again +I'll turn to a friend +Someone that understands +Sees through the master plan +But everybody's gone +And I've been here for too long +To face this on my own +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +[Verse 3] +And maybe I'll see you +At a movie sneak preview +You'll show up and walk by +On the arm of that guy +And I'll smile and you'll wave +We'll pretend it's okay +The charade, it won't last +When he's gone, I won't come back +[Chorus 2] +And it'll happened once again +You'll turn to a friend +Someone that understands +And sees through the master plan +But everybody's gone +And you've been there for too long +To face this on your own +Well, I guess this is growing up +[Instrumental Bridge] +[Outro] +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Stop That[Intro] +I tell that bitch go crazy +Gang Gang +Nah for real though, GetBackGang +Real GetBackGang shit +Who into with us? +Who want smoke? +Too much talkin', you ain't really street (nah) +Too much talkin', you ain't really street +You ain't really street (nah) (nope) +You ain't really street +[Verse] +Too much talkin', you ain't really street +Growin' up, ain't a nigga that I wanna be +I don't fuck with niggas, and that's just me +Circle small, you can't get with me +Keep a few thorough niggas with me +Most niggas gon fake it to the tee +Play games, get put up on a t' +I don't want a goofy ridin' with me +Keep your distance, don't ask 'bout me +Bein' real, that shit so simple +It ain't hard, that's what you wanna be +I'm me, I don't give a fuck what you think +So high, I can't even think +4:40 AM, I'm blowin' out the P +Can't touch what you really can't see +If I ain't been with you, nigga you don't know me +Stop tellin' people ""yeah"" you know me +You an old ass header in the streets +Keep it real, man that's how it's gon be +Need a break, gotta get to the cake +Circle small, man I can't even play +I done seen it in a lot of niggas face +You ain't made for it, boy yo ass gon break +It remind me of First 48 +Momma been warned me 'bout the fake +I was just hardheaded everyday +Sat back, thinkin' ""we gon be straight"" +Just gotta stay away from the fake +In the club, I done snuck in snub +Let a goofy try to act like a thug +Lot of goofies tryna to act like thugs +All that hatin' nigga, ain't no love +Had to fall back from a lot whole of stuff +Catch him by himself, he ain't so tough +Now you on the internet actin' tough +I ain't gotta pay a nigga, they gon ride for none (for free) +They love they get from me, nigga, that's some +Keep it real with my day ones and stuff +A nigga say he don't fuck with me? That's some +But to me it ain't none +I done seen niggas switch up for that cheddar +Every day we together +[Chorus] +Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah) +Stop that (stop that) +Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah) +Stop that (stop that) +All that hatin' ain't gon get you nowhere +Stop that (stop that) +Pussy nigga actin' like they on some (on some) +Stop that (stop that) +Pussy nigga flexin' for these hoes (for these bitches) +Stop that (stop that) +I'm gettin' money nigga, every day (every day) +Stop that (stop that) +Stop that (stop that) +Stop that +Stop thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Big Bread[Intro] +My uncle cooked crack on the west end +Tried to take his life twice, Jesus stepped in +[Verse 1] +My Jacket cemetary full of dead skins (Dead) +I'm tryna win my bro a [?], a perfect ten +It's some pussy ass niggas on that end (Yeah) +Beefing hard all summer, win her best friend +Nigga came to the city and he checked in (Bitch) +Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, [?] ten +[?], I know smokers with some dead friends +If the devil come knocking, don't let him in +When I pull up, it's a red on red Christmas Benz +[?] say less, it's finesse, is you gon' get in +Shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap +And he square like a Ramen noodle flavor pack +Guilty by association, bitch you date a rat +It's your mammy and your daddy, that's who made a rat +Mr shoot through your windshield +Mr rolling up a ten pill +Mr go and get your kid killed +I grew up in the 90's, nigga it's been real +All he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth kill +[Chorus] +I had to go put in work for the block +Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock +I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box +Pray for the day that my [?] get popped +We some foreign slidin' niggas +Big bread winners +Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? +Lil bitch, we them niggas +What they mad for? +Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho +[Verse 2: Bossie Badazz] +Just to go and get your kin killed +Live your life, get your money, rep your dead friends (Bleek) +Rappers come to Baton Rouge, gotta check in (With me) +Little [?] ghost, man I make the best [?] (Yeah) +Boosie boys like the Detroit [?] +Free lil' Ralo, all them niggas off the west end +Grind nigga, get your red on red Christmas Benz +Fuck a bitch, dog a bitch, make her talk about it +Don't rap back, kill that nigga, now you really [?] +They need to make a hearse for these niggas +Put a skirt on these niggas +That's how they talk, a nigga [?] +My nigga [?] is walking down 28 +Judge gave him 3 for 1, we don't never play +We on that weed, yes indeed puttin' it in their face (Yeah, nigga) +Back on it, like we back sellin' 28 +Fuck around, say my name, let the game begin +Devil knocking at my door, fuck that nigga, man +[Chorus] +I had to go put in work for the block +Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock +I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box +Pray for the day that my [?] get popped +We some foreign slidin' niggas +Big bread winners +Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? +Lil bitch, we them niggas +What they mad for? +Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho +[Verse 3: Mozzy] +Yeah, ay, where he live? Pull up on him, send the killers by +Pray his momma watch him die, that's how I feel about it +[?] but bitch, I still abide +The resume is impeccable, we solidified +I just hope I'm forgiven for all the genocide +Ain't never stood over humans, them niggas living lies +Drop another deposit, I set that shit aside +My lil' brother took 30, be back in 55 +They slip and slide, we gon' slide before we slip +'Cause we done slipped too many times, my niggas died behind this shit (Yeah) +On G-O-D, I'm suicidal with this stick +'Cause I know if them people catch me, I'ma die inside the Benz +[Verse 4] +I put dope inside spots +Had hoes selling twat +Bust a Rollie down with rocks +Put extendos in Glocks +I put it on your top +Don't be playing with my cash +We ain't jumping on the stand +We gon' lay in niggas grass +Yeah, the feds on my ass +So, I gotta move smart +We got pounds of the gas, that don't mean I gotta fart +Bust down with all glass, you could see me from afar +Put your hands on me, nigga, I'll put your ass apart +Read my nigga paperwork, that shit broke a nigga heart +I done ran my paper up, pussy boy, let's go to war +Handcuffs on my wrist, I can still see the scars +Now , it's 60 on wrist, free my niggas in the yard, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Secure the Bag[Intro] +Oh (Bugz on the beat) +Oh, what can I do? +Oh (Let's get it) +[Chorus] +I was on the road, yeah +Securing that bag, uh +Gettin' that cake, yeah +They missin' the wave, yeah +She used to play, yeah +Now she in my face, yeah +You in or you out? (Out) +This is a gang (This is a) +This is a game (Ayy, this a game) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a game (This is a game) +Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?) +Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang) +Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes) +And our whip not the same (Ayy) +[Verse 1] +Low down dirty (Low down dirty) +Put you to shame (Put you to shame) +What is her name? (What is her name?) +She got a red Range (Got a red Range, skrrt) +It's movin' insane (It's movin' insane) +And I fuck with Kodie (I fuck with Kodie) +Flooded my neck (Flooded my neck) +With ice in my Rollie (With ice in my Rollie, ice, ice) +I was messed up (I was messed up) +They didn't notice (They didn't notice) +They didn't notice (They didn't notice) +They didn't notice (They didn't notice, come on) +You ain't got guap (You ain't got guap) +But they be all on me (Woo) +Uh, now they all on me (Now they all what?) +Uh, now they all on me (Lil Uzi) +These niggas, they be so fake (Fake) +Uh, they not your homies (No) +But they try to get you baloney (Yeah) +These niggas full of baloney (Baloney, uh) +She see I'm runnin' a race (Race) +Save my name under Tay-K (Tay-K) +She say, ""Why you out here so late?"" (Huh?) +""I worry 'bout you every day"" +[Chorus] +I was on the road, yeah +Securing that bag, uh (Yeah) +Gettin' that cake, yeah +They missin' the wave, yeah (Woah) +She used to play, yeah +Now she in my face, yeah +You in or you out? (Out) +This is a gang (This is a) +This is a game (Ayy, this a game) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a game (This is a game) +Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?) +Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang) +Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes) +And our whip not the same (Ayy) +[Verse 2] +Pull up, lil' bitch (Bitch, vroom), choppa need range (Range) +They flashin' them pics 'cause it's VLONE on my jeans (All on my jeans) +Look at my kicks, kickin' that shit like my name was Liu Kang +I took your lil' bitch and fed her the pain +Me and you, boy, I swear we're not the same (Yeah, woo) +He say he better than me, that's all lies +Says she never did these drugs all night (Oh, yeah) +We eatin' good, they cannot judge, this our life +Keep somebody that I love close by (For sure) +'Cause they want me to die when we're close-eyed +We gon' put 'em in the trunk if he OT +He tried to cross his own guys, they almost smoked him (Bah) +Now he forced to live a lie, I must show him +[Chorus] +I was on the road, yeah +Securing that bag, uh (Yeah) +Gettin' that cake, yeah +They missin' the wave, yeah (Woah) +She used to play, yeah +Now she in my face, yeah +You in or you out? (Out) +This is a gang (This is a) +This is a game (Ayy, this a game) +This is a gang (Come on) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a game (This is a game) +Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?) +Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang) +Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes) +And our whip not the same (Ayy, vroom) +[Outro] +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi +Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it +Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it +Count all my guap I'm gettin' +Oh, I'm gettin' a lil' headache +Wait, where's my phone? +Hello? Bro, I just saw a three, I never saw nothin' like this +I never saw anything in my whole entire life like this +I don't know what they were, bro, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no +I was right here lookin' through the glass +I don't know, bro, I'm trying to figure it out, nothing's making sense +Bro, I gotta drop this album, all this bro17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Ice Cream[Produced by RZA] +[Intro: Method Man] +Ma, throw down some money +The ice cream man is coming +[Chorus: Method Man] +Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts +French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe +Even caramel sundaes is getting touched +And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri dripping +Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're cliquing +I kept shooting strong notes as we got close +She rocked rope, honey throat smelling like Impulse +Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod +Caught me like a freshwater scrod, or may I not be God? +Attitude is very rude, boo, crabby like seafood +It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule +They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy +By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans +Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right, true +Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe +Caramel complexion, breath smelling like cinnamon +Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again +Goddamn, backyard's banging like a Benzi +If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spuds McKenzie +I'm high-powered, put Adina Howard to sleep +Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week +But, uh, back to you, Maybelline queen, let's make a team +You can have anything in this world except cream +So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? +Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu +[Chorus: Method Man] +Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts +French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe +Even caramel sundaes is getting touched +And scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Shaolin's finest, what up, boo? Peace, your highness +Yo, I'm lounging big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest +Moves you're making, too fly, jewels are shaking +Not a rape patient, you're looking good, fly-colored Asian +Ghettoes, them is your hometown +We can go the whole round +After that, I'm shooting downtown +I'm rocking hats and your wig is all intact +Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black? +Freaks be moving in fly sneaks +Two-finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat +So when I step in the square, dear +You better have cream to share, Ricans, ven aqui, yeah +[Chorus: Method Man] +Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts +French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe +Even caramel sundaes is getting touched +Scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder +Politic to your deficit step, give me your number +Your sexy persuasive tatas and thighs +Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise +Double down some time +Ice cream, you got me falling out like a cripple +I love you like I love my dick size +Ooh, baby, I miss you, your sweet tender touches +Take pulls off the Dutches +Orgasm in my mind-state, masturbate in your clutches +I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely +Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me? +Only a hard dozen wanna be calling me cousin +Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're loving +Call me if you wanna get dug like the pockets +I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets +[Pre-Chorus: Method Man] +Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggas, what? +It's the afterparty and bitches wantna fuck +[Chorus: Method Man] +Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts +French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe +Even caramel sundaes is getting touched +Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up +Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch +And want they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah +Your guts +French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe +Even caramel sundaes is getting touched +Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up +Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch +They want they titties sucked, ice cream +[Outro: Method Man] +One love to my chocolate deluxes +Keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up +One love to my butter pecan Ricans for calling me papi +That's for real +One love to caramel sundaes with the cherries on top, yeah +And big up to my French vanillas +Parlez-vous français? Mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff +That good stuff" +"Soul Survivor[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I be like why not? +My nigga Khaled in here with me +I fucks with my homie +TS +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Young boy call me Weezy F Baby +Got a whole lot of money, and a bunch of ways to make it +I'mma country ass nigga got diamonds in my teeth ho +Chopper that I'm toting make me feel like Deebo +Rock a nigga boat then speed off on the speedboat +Take a nigga ho and skeet all in her speedo's +Take a nigga ho and show her how to break a kilo +Show the bitch how to turn a bird into a beetle +Weezle F. Baby, no cliche +Just money, hard dick, no foreplay +Standing in the court way, fuck what the court say +There's money on the corner baby, welcome to my workplace +Sippin' with my drink laced, you know how I get down +I promise baby I'mma fall asleep if I sit down +Uptown his town, Hollygrove hizzound +Fuck with the little man, you will never get found +211 187, I'm on a mission +Mother fuck whoever higher, but I gotta get mine +This time I'm going for the big climb +And the boy about to incline, Jigga man I'm nearby +When it come to realize, the sooner they'll feel mine +But I ain't on that, I got money on my mizz-ind +Little ass niggas, stand tall like I'm 6'9"" +Cash Money, Young Money, meet you at the finish line, bitch nigga +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +See all these new rappers got me missin' Biggie and Pac +And all these fake Jacobs made me get rid of my watch +And Hollygrove you can't get rid of my block +With all these big-heads, you'd think this was Benjamin's block homie +Cinnamon drop hop out spit at your pops +Behind mine, I'll do 10 in the box nigga +My neck of the woods is Uptown ask for me +Young Maine, Young Money, Cash Money, Fast Money +Had the fiends hittin' the wall thinkin' that they crash dummies +While you little petty hustlers struggling for gas money +I'm on a full tank, bitch I'm bout me +You'll probably catch me and Weezy Baby on South Beach +In back of the Phantom the TVs playing +The game about to start, some bitch singing the National Anthem (fuck) +Whether it's the streets or the CDs, y'all gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +If you lookin' for me I be with your bitch nigga +Ho I done fucked and she done sucked my dick (yea) +If it ain't 'bout dollars (yea), then I can't holler (yea) +And everybody know the Birdman the king +And he love his son Wayne so he give me everything +And that's the logics nigga watch it +Keep my name up outta that nigga gossip +Money gon' drain like a brand new faucet +Aren't you conscious? alert for the coppers +They give us the work then throw us in jail +Don't smile for the cameras gotta know when to sail +I'm blowin' an L, low in the 12 +I ain't trippin' on life, I'm a go when I shall +I'm a gangsta baby I'm a gangsta +Weezy Baby please say the babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Ecstasy[intro] +I need you, I want you to +Come to me, ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy— +[Verse] +I had an outta body, off a half a molly +At the afterparty, had to grab a shawty +She was in the corner, all melancholy +We was both rollin', off the edamame +I feel the devil on me, I feel the pressure on me +Then I said ""hey come here you ever met a zombie on"" (ecstasy) +First the brain releases dopamines (uh) +Then you lose all control of things +I'm an addict myself so I know a fiend +When I see one in Fashion Nova jeans +I'm in that euphoric psychedelic state +All I remember is an angelic face +I feel myself start to elevate +To a place called (ecstasy) +Euphoria, it spoil ya +There's only two girls feel like its four of ya +Before you take this journey here's a tutorial +Take the Adderall with the Xans +That's the morse code +She took two and some coke, that's an Oreo +You don't remeber shit that how the story goes +Comin' down you gonna feel horrible +Just make sure you drink a lot of water though +Now you startin' to feel the side effects +Like you ain't had the right kinda rest +When you grind your teeth, and get outta breath +I suggest you take a seat cause you high as hell +But don't trip ya fully functional +You just feelin' comfortable +Stop at Walgreens get a Lunchable +You spent all your money on (ecstasy) +[outro] +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) +Ecstasy—" +"Myron [OG][Intro] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga) +Yeah, yeah +Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, pew +[Chorus] +Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me) +I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast) +Only blue, no green don't excite me (Green) +I could make a ho out your wifey (Beep) +Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Yeah) +Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Yеah, yeah) +Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockеy, bling, blaow) +Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Oh well) +[Verse] +'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah) +Your girl's a five but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy) +And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie) +I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Bonnie) +These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin' (Bitches lyin') +Got a lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Try) +When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God) +VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah) +I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo) +Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin' +Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet) +I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9' 10"" (Yeah), yeah +These niggas be bitin' (Fuck, yeah) +Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grrah-brrah-brrah), yeah +Me and her was vibin' (Yeah) +Yeah (Yeah) +Your bitch call me Myron (Okay) +Ninety thousand, that's a light day (Yeah), yeah (That's a light) +I can tell you, it's the real spill (Yeah, I can tell you, it's the real), yeah +Fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah), yeah +Banana clip, I ain't gon' slip on the peel (Yeah) +Hot grease, bitch, we poppin' (Poppin'), yeah +Ballin' on that nigga like I'm Thompson (Thompson), yeah +Chopper got splendid, was like the Johnson (Johnson) +Johnson Johnson, vacation right to Dubai (Dubai) +Kicking shit so hard, I stopped doin' ju-tai (Mwah) +Twenty thousand Christian Dior my suit tie (Yeah) +Got a black girl and she got blue eyes (Eyes) +Came up, on the real, got 'em shoes tied +Starin' at lil' homie +Stop starin' at lil' homie +You ain't fairin' nothin' on me +We ain't hearin' that lil' homie +Pull up 'CLaren on new homie +Skrr-skrr, pull up on my lonely +I just fucked all her friends +She start cheerin' on her homies +[Bridge] +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Not Your Average Girl[Intro: Shareefa] +Whoa... oh, whoa... +Shareefa... oh +[Ghostface Killah] +From the blocking, to the dropping +I need a girl that's stacking and popping +When I come in late, she's not clocking +Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and +Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook +Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book +Biting on a pen, thin glasses on +French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent +Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill +Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? +Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me +Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's filthy +Whoa, somebody let her know up in here +He like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear +I'm just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear +Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year +[Hook: Shareefa] +I'm not your average girl +I be your Bonnie right beside you +No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah +I'm not your average girl +See me without you is unlikely +Them other bitches they not like me, oh, wow +[Ghostface Killah] +You can have keys to the boat, money follow me +I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice +That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt +Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat +Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D.R +Luggage with a big black tan +Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you? +Fucking with him, you look mad pitiful +Boo, I'm not the type that be slobbing down hoochies +Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy +Tugging on my jacket til the lights come on +We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm +That's a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up +In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up +Nagging til the sun up, shut up, I'm not a double-up, boo +Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckles up +[Hook] +[Hook: Shareefa] +Baby, baby, don't waste your towel +Looking any further cuz the girl is ours +Holds it down for you, any place, any time +You already know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that +Fly girl, rider, just say the word +Anything pop off, it's us against the world +Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that'll make your toes curl +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story +Love, your boy Tone got mass appeal +All them other little players ain't as half as real +They just wanna get up in you like Massengill +But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey +Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me +All my real ladies, put your hands up +Holla at your boy, if you ain't a groupie, right now, stand up +[Hook 2X]" + +"Whores[Raekwon] +Snatch the bitch wig off, give up that pussy, ho, get off +We taking that, Benjamin Franklin pussy, blinking that +C.C.B., Barbara Streisand, Cali sisters in the right hand +Rip the shirt off, had a nice pair +Twelve o'clock, afternoon boom, fucking from room to room +Enough to zoom, ten minute a wound, I comfort this +Stark confronting her, hello, miss-miss, come out the Tyra bra, miss +Marvelous, awesome bitch, out as a rich +Fly groupie bitch, crazy cum color, Penela' swiss piss +Dirty burst on her, wipe his dick on her lips +Slow the fuck down Rich, half his wrist up in the uterus +She spoke, ""I'm tellin' Louis Rich"", Max, shoot the bitch +Rollie was rooting this, Goldie hardly spoke, shit was ludicrous +She bit his dick, God wilded on her with a kick +Bobby stressed out, just like life is like a lighter +Lit a gal' on her, boo, stop wilding, for real, lighten up +For Noodles caught a lapdance, pussy clap-clap just like a tapdance +Let her fuck you on your head, go to bed +Delrio the Leo, hot pelepeno, lace a Gambino nigga, right +Wash knobs for free, though, only me though +Hah, polishing wax floors, she's a real whore +Keep it raw, you break law? My cousin Blake break jaws +We all raw, broke bitch, try to come aboard +Snort on the right, ho, now right as a core +I'm only fucking ya'll, cuz ya'll on, keeping my legs strong +You dead wrong, talking that shit, giving me head wrong +Sextress, dress ya ass off, bullshit necklace +Here, rock this robe, if you lose it, death wish +More head, we all getting feds, forget +Down the lamb spread, buying the right bread, Nike head +Dike head, married a white dread +Drive a snow white five, died in the air, swallowing white shit +Whores, they never listen, what? The girl's a whore +Come on.." +"Lil Peep DiscographyNavigationReleased ✧Projects ✧May 16, 2015 • feelz ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Garden ↗ +September 18, 2015 • LIL PEEP; PART ONE ↗ +October 17, 2015 • in the bedroom, i confess ↗ +October 31, 2015 • Mall Musicc ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Romeo's Regrets ↗ +December 1, 2015 • LIVE FOREVER ↗ +December 19, 2015 (Re-release January 18, 2020) • VERTIGO ↗ +January 16, 2016 (Re-release January 29, 2021) • california girls ↗ +March 3, 2016 • ☆DEADBROKE☆ ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Changes ↗ +June 10, 2016 (Re-release June 10, 2020) • crybaby ↗ +June 19, 2016 • teen romance ↗ +July 4, 2016 (Re-release July 2, 2021) • castles ↗ +September 25, 2016 (Re-release September 25, 2020) • HELLBOY ↗ +February 6, 2017 (Re-release July 2, 2021) • CÅSTLES II ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 1 ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 2 ↗ +October 31, 2019 • GOTH ANGEL SINNER EP ↗ +November 15, 2019 • EVERYBODY’S EVERYTHING ↗2014 ✧May 24, 2014 • The Goat ↗ +September 2014 • ​Longitude (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +November 18, 2014 • Keep My Coo ↗2015 ✧May 12, 2015 • give u the moon ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​toxic city ☣ (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​feelz ♡ (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​life ✞ ↗ +May 30, 2015 • ​nuthing to lose ↗ +June 7, 2015 • Never Alone ↗ +August 9, 2015 • veins ↗ +August 10, 2015 ​• praying to the sky ↗ +August 17, 2015 • Star shopping ↗ +August 24, 2015 • the way i see things ↗ +August 25, 2015 • 420 ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Piss ↗ +August 25, 2015 • SagginMyPants ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Crystals ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Body ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Garden ↗ +September 5, 2015 • high school ↗ +September 8, 2015 • Waste of time ↗ +September 8, 2015 • Family ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ​another song ↗ +September 18, 2015 •​ five degrees ↗ +September 18, 2015 • nothing to u ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ​its me ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ghost boy ↗ +September 18, 2015 • shame on u ↗ +September 25, 2015 • Doubled Up ↗ +October 7, 2015 • Goth Queen ↗ +October 10, 2015 • October ↗ +October 14, 2015 • A Plan to Kill Myself ↗ +October 16, 2015 • Boba On The Rocks ↗ +October 16, 2015 • wanna be ↗ +October 17, 2015 • On the Floor ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Ride ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Blacked Out ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Swamp Theme ↗ +October 17, 2015 • We’ll Be Fine ↗ +October 18, 2015 • Fishscale ↗ +October 27, 2015 • 40 MISSED CALLS ↗ +October 28, 2015 • ​halloween ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Thinking Bout You ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Bacc At It ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Dead Money ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Hot Topic ↗ +November 1, 2015 • I Could ↗ +November 1, 2015 • With U ’til the End ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Fucc Out My Face ↗ +November 1, 2015 • In Dis Empty Club ↗ +November 1, 2015 • The Day I Finally Do It ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Turnin Up in the Back ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Cop Me An O ↗ +November 1, 2015 • 300 Feet Below ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Raveyard Shift ↗ +November 1, 2015 • She Said ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Yung Dumb Goth ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Hate My Fucc’n Life ↗ +November 9, 2015 • UNBREAKABLE ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Repair ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Poison ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Watch ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Shelter ↗ +November 17, 2015 • Bitch I’ma Kill You ↗ +November 27, 2015 • Lil Yung ↗ +December 2, 2015 • ​angeldust ↗ +December 2, 2015 • mirror, mirror ↗ +December 2, 2015 • pick me up ↗ +December 2, 2015 • nuts ↗ +December 2, 2015 • ​​​​haunt u ↗ +December 2, 2015 • vibe ↗ +December 2, 2015 • Live Forever ↗ +December 2, 2015 • flannel ↗ +December 2, 2015 • 2008 ↗ +December 3, 2015 • Dreams ↗ +December 5, 2015 • ​come around ↗ +December 6, 2015 • Apparition Love ↗ +December 11, 2015 • ​lil kennedy ↗ +December 15, 2015 • Dyspnea ↗ +December 19, 2015 • drugz ↗ +December 19, 2015 • M.O.S. [battery full] ↗ +December 19, 2015 • shiver ↗ +December 22, 2015 • Words You Hear On a Sinking Ship ↗ +December 23, 2015 • WATER DAMAGE ↗ +December 24, 2015 • MO MURDA ↗ +December 30, 2015 • Black Fingernails ↗2016 ✧January 12, 2016 • Another Cup ↗ +January 13, 2016 • BACKSTAGE SHAWTY (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +January 15, 2016 • ​let me bleed ↗ +January 22, 2016 • Beamer Boy ↗ +January 22, 2016 • pray i die ↗ +January 25, 2016 • Running out of Time (R.O.O.T.) ↗ +January 26, 2016 • The Pull Off ↗ +January 27, 2016 • Niagara (Waterfall) ↗ +January 30, 2016 • Little Hell ↗ +February 2, 2016 • beat it ↗ +February 6, 2016 • Sleepy Hollow ↗ +February 8, 2016 • DEATHWISH ↗ +February 15, 2016 • Rain ↗ +February 23, 2016 • ​california world ↗ +February 28, 2016 • P2M ↗ +February 29, 2016 • Told Ya Freestyle ↗ +March 3, 2016 • WALK ↗ +March 3, 2016 • Rockstar ↗ +March 3, 2016 �� SIXTEEN SWISHERS ↗ +March 3, 2016 • Switch Up ↗ +March 4, 2016 • Emo Nite ↗ +March 8, 2016 • lil poop ↗ +March 11, 2016 • cocaine shawty (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +March 12, 2016 • ​lets get it ↗ +March 12, 2016 • Ashamed of Myself ↗ +March 15, 2016 • Ignorant ↗ +March 16, 2016 • Pussy ↗ +March 19, 2016 • Crying Diamonds ↗ +March 26, 2016 • Every Weekend ↗ +March 31, 2016 • ​your eyes ↗ +April 1, 2016 • Homecoming ↗ +April 1, 2016 • Gym Class ↗ +April 12, 2016 • On The Run ↗ +April 15, 2016 • Flexin ↗ +April 15, 2016 • ​nineteen ↗ +May 2, 2016 • ​ghost girl ↗ +May 17, 2016 • ​white tee ↗ +May 25, 2016 • ​driveway ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Liar (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 31, 2016 • P.S. Fuck You Cunt (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Light Show ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Lose My Mind ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Lie To Me ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Let It Flow ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Glassy ↗ +June 1, 2016 • Dying ↗ +June 10, 2016 • crybaby ↗ +June 10, 2016 • lil jeep ↗ +June 10, 2016 • yesterday ↗ +June 10, 2016 • absolute in doubt ↗ +June 10, 2016 • big city blues ↗ +June 10, 2016 • ​skyscrapers (love now, cry later) ↗ +June 10, 2016 • falling 4 me ↗ +June 13, 2016 • Blueberry Lemonade ↗ +June 16, 2016 • The Kronik ↗ +June 19, 2016 • regrets ↗ +June 19, 2016 • teen romance ↗ +June 19, 2016 • suck my blood ↗ +July 1, 2016 • Tears ↗ +July 4, 2016 • ​pain ↗ +July 4, 2016 • castles ↗ +July 4, 2016 • white wine ↗ +July 22, 2016 • ​sex [last nite] ↗ +August 7, 2016 • This Feeling ↗ +August 30, 2016 • Gods ↗ +August 31, 2016 • ​Down for you ↗ +September 1, 2016 • Coke ↗ +September 5, 2016 • ​move on, be strong ↗ +September 18, 2016 • Hair Dye (Dead) ↗ +September 19, 2016 • NEWWORLDORDER ↗ +September 26, 2016 • hellboy ↗ +September 26, 2016 • drive by ↗ +September 26, 2016 • OMFG ↗ +September 26, 2016 • ​the song they played (when i crashed into the wall) ↗ +September 26, 2016 • fucked up ↗ +September 26, 2016 • cobain ↗ +September 26, 2016 • ​gucci mane ↗ +September 26, 2016 • interlude ↗ +September 26, 2016 • worlds away ↗ +September 26, 2016 • red drop shawty ↗ +September 26, 2016 • Girls ↗ +September 26, 2016 • nose ring ↗ +September 26, 2016 • we think too much ↗ +September 26, 2016 • the last thing i wanna do ↗ +September 26, 2016 • walk away as the door slams ↗ +September 26, 2016 • No Love ↗ +September 28, 2016 • Bullet ↗ +October 11, 2016 • Fuck Fame ↗ +October 12, 2016 • Missed Calls ↗ +October 12, 2016 • Kiss me ↗ +October 16, 2016 • Prada ↗ +October 24, 2016 • Doubt Me ↗ +October 27, 2016 • Oh Its Lit ↗ +November 2, 2016 • about u ↗ +November 3, 2016 • Kiss ↗ +November 8, 2016 • love letter ↗ +November 9, 2016 • ​backseat ↗ +November 15, 2016 • right here ↗ +November 16, 2016 • giving girls cocaine ↗ +December 10, 2016 • Smokepurpp on a Bean ↗ +December 14, 2016 • Honestly ↗ +December 17, 2016 • i crash, u crash ↗ +December 19, 2016 • Fantasy ↗ +December 24, 2016 • BURNT DIARY ↗ +December 26, 2016 • Not the One ↗ +December 28, 2016 • kisses in the wind ↗ +December 30, 2016 • Drip (Remix) ↗2017 ✧January 1, 2017 • Stop the Car ↗ +January 28, 2017 • ​Last Fall ↗ +January 30, 2017 • Crying ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Never Eat, Never Sleep ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Dying Out West ↗ +February 6, 2017 • ​witchblades ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Past the Castle Walls ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Your Favorite Dress ↗ +February 9, 2017 • Hollywood Dreaming ↗ +February 9, 2017 • ​Getting Money Still Sad Too ↗ +February 15, 2017 • 4AM IN LA ↗ +February 18, 2017 • Freebee’z ↗ +February 23, 2017 • Oh ↗ +March 2, 2017 • Same Shit ↗ +March 6, 2017 • Man Down ↗ +March 12, 2017 • Unify ↗ +March 22, 2017 • Suicide ↗ +March 27, 2017 • Overdose ↗ +April 1, 2017 • In Dis Bih (Bih) ↗ +April 10, 2017• Us ↗ +April 14, 2017 • Sodium ↗ +May 18, 2017 • Going Through My Cellphone ↗ +May 29, 2017 • Mud on My Gucci ↗ +June 2, 2017 • No Respect Freestyle ↗ +June 8, 2017 • Benz Truck (Гелик) ↗ +June 14, 2017 • 16 Lines ↗ +June 14, 2017 • White Girl ↗ +June 17, 2017 • Pictures 2 ↗ +June 24, 2017 • ​u don’t know me ↗ +June 28, 2017 • Cocaina Pearls ↗ +July 27, 2017 • ​​The Brightside ↗ +August 2, 2017 • Black Jeep ↗ +August 7, 2017 • Broken Smile ↗ +August 12, 2017 • Moving On ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Save That Shit ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Awful Things ↗ +August 15, 2017 • U Said ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Better Off (Dying) ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Problems ↗ +August 26, 2017 • ​Nightslayer ↗ +September 1, 2017 • Supernova/Reflection ↗ +September 20, 2017 • When I Lie ↗ +September 22, 2017 • Belgium ↗ +September 25, 2017 • Benz Truck, Pt. 2 ↗ +September 26, 2017 • Time Bomb ↗ +October 6, 2017 • Visine ↗ +October 12, 2017 • Avoid ↗ +October 13, 2017 • Poor Thing ↗ +October 25, 2017 • Heaven Sent ↗ +November 5, 2017 • Downtown ↗ +November 10, 2017 • ZZZ ↗ +November 16, 2017 • I Can’t Feel My Face ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Get Fucked Up ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Neverland ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Nobody ↗ +November 24, 2017 • Tearing ↗2018 ✧January 12, 2018 • Spotlight ↗ +January 15, 2018 • Got Em Like ↗ +January 27, 2018 • Dreams & Nightmares ↗ +May 14, 2018 • ​4 Gold Chains ↗ +June 28, 2018 • Leanin’ ↗ +July 31, 2018 • Black Clothes ↗ +September 19, 2018 • Falling Down ↗ +September 27, 2018 • Sunlight on Your Skin ↗ +October 18, 2018 • Cry Alone ↗ +November 1, 2018 • Runaway ↗ +November 7, 2018 • Life is Beautiful ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Hate Me ↗ +November 9, 2018 • IDGAF ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Sex with My Ex ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Broken Smile (My All) ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Fingers ↗2019 ✧January 31, 2019 • I’ve Been Waiting ↗ +February 11, 2019 • I’ve Been Waiting (Original Version) ↗ +November 15, 2019 • PRINCESS ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Text Me ↗ +November 15, 2019 • RATCHETS ↗ +November 15, 2019 • AQUAFINA ↗ +November 15, 2019 • walk away as the door slams (acoustic) ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Fangirl ↗ +November 15, 2019 • LA to London ↗2020 ✧July 27, 2020 • Me and You ↗ +October 28, 2020 • Cocaina Pearls Remix ↗2021 ✧April 9th, 2021 • Spine ↗ +April 12, 2021 • Burial Grounds ↗Unreleased ✧Projects ✧2015/2016 • Peep & Craig Xen Mixtape ↗ +2016 • JGRXXN, Ghostemane, Craig Xen & Lil Peep EP ↗ +2016 • Peep Hart EP ↗ +2016 • Lil Peep & Smokepurpp Mixtape ↗ +2016 • Hate Me - EP ↗ +2017 • Lil Peep & Harry Fraud ↗ +2017 • Lil Peep & Ricky Hil EP ↗ +2017 • WYTE CHYNA ↗ +August 2017 • Lil Peep & Milkavelli Mixtape ↗ +August 2017 • Diamonds ↗2014 ✧[?] • downdowndown ↗2015 ✧End My Life ↗ +Buzzin' ↗ +High School w/ SOWHATIMDEAD ↗ +The Neighbours ↗ +Unreleased track w/ Supa SortaHuman ↗ +Unreleased track w/ SPVZZMVTiK2016 ✧Drugs on Me (Glorified) ↗ +Fall Asleep ↗ +Looking For You ↗ +Lick ↗ +Lil Angel ↗ +On the Highway ↗ +Trapped In My Mind ↗ +Unreleased track with CHETTA ↗ +Unreleased track prod. Craig Xen ↗ +Unreleased track with Nine Callisto2017 ✧Ballin’ ↗ +Bye Bye Baby ↗ +Black Clothes ↗ +Choose ↗ +Cruise With You ↗ +Cut Myself ↗ +Death Wish ↗ +Diamond (Piano Freestyle) ↗ +Don’t Lose Focus ↗ +Don’t Panic ↗ +Everybody Hates Me ↗ +Favorite Drug ↗ +Just In Case ↗ +Hot On The Block (Coke Nails) ↗ +Hypnotized ↗ +I Sell Cocaine ↗ +I Was There ↗ +IDGAF ↗ +In The Car ↗ +Junkie ↗ +Kiss Me ↗ +Let U Down ↗ +Lost In The Mail ↗ +My Bad ↗ +My Turn ↗ +Nasty Names ↗ +November ↗ +One More Chance ↗ +Paid to Party ↗ +Piece Of Shit ↗ +Prove My Love ↗ +Race Car ↗ +Really Loving U ↗ +Rent ↗ +Selfish ↗ +Sidelines ↗ +Smokin’ ↗ +Spine ↗ +Suck The Tip ↗ +Sunlight on Your Skin (Original) ↗ +That Juice ↗ +Thug it Out ↗ +Toys ↗ +Twisted ↗ +Unknown song with Riff Raff prod. Diplo ↗ +Wait In Line ↗ +What’s New ↗Unknown date ✧Unknown song w/ wifigawd ↗ +Unknown song on a WILLIE G beat ""Bleach"" ↗ +Unknown song w/ Lil B +Unknown song w/ RiFF RAF ↗ +Unreleased song w/ Celes Karter +Unreleased song w/ JiLLA_JUNT1995 +Unknown song w/ Supa SortaHuman ↗ +Unreleased song prod. BigHeadDemos ✧Projects ✧2017 • Come Over When Your Sober ↗2017 ✧4 Gold Chains ↗ +16 Lines ↗ +Awful Things ↗ +Better off (dying) ↗ +Cry Alone ↗ +Hot On The Block ↗ +My Turn ↗ +Spotlight ↗ +Leanin’ ↗ +Problems ↗ +Runaway ↗ +Save That Shit ↗ +Sex With My Ex ↗ +Spine +Spotlight ↗ +Sunlight On Your Skin ↗ +The Brightside ↗ +U Said ↗ +White Girl ↗ +ZZZ ↗Alternative Versions✧Alternative Projects ✧2018 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 2 (Label Concept) ↗2018 ✧2018 • Runaway ↗ +2018 • When I Lie (Travis Scott Remix) ↗ +2018 • Fingers (Charli XCX Remix) ↗ +2018 • Cry Alone (Post Malone Remix) ↗ +2018 • 16 Lines (Juicy J Remix) ↗2019 ✧2019 • Belgium ↗ +2019 • Moving On ↗ +2019 • When I Lie ↗2020 ✧2020 • Words You Hear On a Sinking Ship ↗ +2020 • DEATHWISH ↗ +2020 • Now That I Found You ↗ +2020 • In The Car ↗10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Can’t Help Myself[Chorus] +I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker +I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker +[Verse 1] +I had a five hundred bags, 14 grams of powder +On the phone with my connect, this shit last about an hour +I need work, I repeat, I need work +My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked' +When no money coming in is when the guns come out +Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house +You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick +Black nine extended clip as long as my dick +They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas +I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga (Hahaha) +Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga +Figure, this is a dog-eat-dog world, man +Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck, I got that hover +I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl) +I mean you gotta feel it man +She bob and weave up and down you'd be like “I could just kill a man” +I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects +They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight +They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches +I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toaster +I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop +Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on +Touch me, shit I wish a nigga would +I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood +[Chorus] +I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker +I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker +[Verse 2] +They said I fell off, my Benz was on the repo truck +Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck (Shit) +I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing' +I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin' +I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes +That crack money handsome, your bitch blowin' me kisses +You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn +I'm starting think you can't trust nobody +I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me +And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac on me +Man since her cousin in a car crash died +She said ‘don't drink and drive', I say ‘just drink, don't drive' +I had a morphine dream, I got heroine ambitions +That's big money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen +When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight +Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (hey) +[Chorus] +I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker +I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker +[Outro] +You'se a purse snatchin' ass nigga man +You'se a petty nigga +I can look at you, I can tell you'se a petty nigga +You'se a car thief +You'se a idibitty nigga, I'm a big city nigga +New York City NiggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"In Da Club ( Türkçe Versiyon)Hadi, hadi, hadi, hadi +Hadi, hadi, hadi kizim (sevgili) +Bu senin dogum gunun +Dogum gununmus gibi parti yapacagiz +Dogum gununmus gibi Bacardi yudumlayacaz +Ve bilirsin dogum gunun olup olmamisi sikimizde degil +(koro x2) +Beni kulupte bulabilirsin, sampanya sisesiyle +Bak bende ekstazi var, eger hap almak istiyorsan +Ben sex yapmak istiyorum, cinsel iliskiye girmek degil (oynasmak) +Bu yuzden gel saril bana eger oksanmak istiyorsan +Ön tarafa park ettigimde, 20 inclik tekerlerin uzerinde Benz gorursun +20 kisiyle birden gezdigimde bil ki, 20 bicak vardir kulupte +Zenciler Dre ile sikistigimi duymus, simdi sevgi gostermek istiyorlar bana +Eminem gibi sattiginda, ve orospular sikismek istiyor +Ama dostum hic bir sey degismez agir ol, G ler yukari +Xzbit'i Cutt'da gordum o zenci ot'u sarmisti +Eger nasil hareket ettigimi izlersen beni bir oyuncu veya pezevenkle karistirabilirsin +Bir kac mermiyle vuruldum ama topallayarak yurumuyorum +Mahallede kizlar ""50 sen cok ateslisin"" diyor +Beni seviyorlar, beni 'Pac'i sevdikleri gibi sevmelerini istiyorum +Ama merhaba New York'takiler zenciler sana kacik oldugumu soylerler +Ve planim rap oyununda söz sahibi olmak +Odaklanmis hissediyorum adamim, param aklimda +Anlasmamdan milyon kazandim ve hala it gibi calisiyorum +Simdi kizim(sevgili) dedi ki sitilimi ve akisimi hissediyormus +Onun kiz arkadasi biseksuel iliski istiyor ve gitmeye hazirlar +(koro x2) +Akisim, şovum bana parayi getirdi +Bu tüm fantezi seylerimi aldi +Evim, arabalarim, havuzlarim, mucevherlerim +Bak zenci yukseldim (zirve) ve degismedim +Ve sen onu sevmelisin, nefret ettiginden cok daha fazla +Zenci kizdin mi sen? Basardigim icin mutlu olacagini dusunmustum +Ben bardaki o zenciyim guzel hayata kadeh kaldiran +Sen zenci ibne beni geri cekmeye mi calisiyosun oyle mi? +Esrarim kulupte calmaya basladiginda, olayim baslar +Orospuna goz kirptim, eger gulerse isi bitti +Eger cati yanarsa, siktir et yansin +Para hakkinda konusuyosan dostum, beni ilgilendirmez +Sana Banks'in bana ne dedigini soyleyecegim cunku devam et sitili degistir +Eger zenciler nefret ediyorlarsa birak etsinler +Paranin artisini izle +Ya da bir bardak ickiyle yukari geliriz +Ne bokumda oldugumuzu biliyorsun +(koro x2) +(gulme) Sende nerde oldugumuzu bilmiyormus gibi davranmaya calisma +Her zaman kulupteyiz zenci, parti kopmak uzere +G*- UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Recipe for Murder[Verse 1] +Yeahhh +When it comes to beef, nigga I'm a five star chef +Look it's rules to this shit, I wrote me a cookbook +You can't stand the heat Hell up out the kitchen +For that ass get burnt or my fire start spitting +First off, every customer is different +You gotta cater to their needs and give them what they wishing for +For example someone act all wild +Then you microwave they shit and serve 'em right now +No time to think, fuck consequences +Just beef served up with the blood still drippin' +Keep the ingredients secret and kill anybody who peeped it +Alright now, Then you got custy's who calmly waiting +You got to marinate their shit and premeditate it +No need to rush just season them up +Put the flame on low and let them simmer real slow +Get them real comfortable, just chill +Then you serve 'em they last meal +Fillet Mignon, well done, was it soft motherfucker now you stiffed 'em they up +On special occasions I do delivery, but mostly I let them come to me +Cause I ain't going on my way chasin' down nobody, I got a bussines to run +But if I have to I'll be knocking on your door like the pizzaboy +Well hot deff on a platter, like seek and destroy +{Fuck y'all want man, I don't want beef with y'all niggas man }{Stupid ass motherfucker} +Chorus: +Recipe for Murder (16x) +Verse 2: +It only take a teaspoon full of heart to squeeze on a burner +And a cup full of karma sense to get a way with murder +(??)I'll do rats like the chainsaw burns like poppeye's (??) +I stuff your chicken while you gagged and tied +Make you watch and cry while I feed her that beef +Little to your knowledge she set up the whole thing +That's my baby, my little bit of sugar, I use her to rock on the sleep +Make them think shit sweet +Yeah they call me the iron cheff, I put the iron to your head +Remove all the wrinkels from your screwface betted in +Botox the bolax, I push in another clip and I keep bustin shots +Try to run get your wings fried, cook your insides with these copper top big boys out the .45 +Tell you grace for you dig in your own grave get in +My customer service number one in the business +That boy done stick a fork in him +Corners bring them doggybags too I'm finished +Bring them scraps to the mall, it's usually none lead +Every plate is scraped and food get ate +You fealing tired? +Yeah, that's that ice kicking in, when I put them niggas on that lead diet +This is, food for thought get your fucking jaw wider +Use a glutine for paint, I feed you to the lions +ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Lights Camera Action[Intro] +The lights, the lights +[Chorus] +I'm 'bout to turn up the volume on all y'all +Extra high, I want y'all to hear this +Turn up the volume on all y'all +Want you to hear everything +Want you to hear everything +Want you to hear everything +If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life +We make love honey, all of the lights +If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life +We make love honey, all of the lights +[Verse: Lil' Kim] +I'm in the bed, legs spread +I'm doggystyle, layin on my head +Turn all the lights up, I want you to see +All inside, you gon' remember me +Stick your fingers in, light my cheeba hand +Now the lights is out, like you in the party and +Imagine afterparty, come celebrate with me +We can have an orgy on these ballers and would believe +Fat skinny short long you just gotta turn me on +Keep it crackin 'til the dawn, broke is how I send 'em home +Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights +Strobe lights, street lights... +[Chorus] +I'm 'bout to turn up the volume on all y'all +Extra high, I want y'all to hear this +Turn up the volume on all y'all +Want you to hear everything +Want you to hear everything +Want you to hear everything +If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life +We make love honey, all of the lights +If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life +We make love honey, all of the lights" +Intermission (Capital Punishment)[Produced by Mike Zulu]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy +"Everyday (Smoothed Over remix)Hook: +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday +Off the top see me and want to serve +Just thinkin about what they need +Ain't that some nerve, now look here 24 hours and +7 whole days, I demand my respect +I demand my praise, everyday that I wake +I gotta have everything done with no mistakes +I take it incredibly slow don't try to rush me +No means no, I never said a no that meant yes +Other women get taken for granted +I guess I got a wish list that must be fulfilled +And you gets none until I get my toes sucked +And my eyebrows pluked +I need my car waxed and floor shellac +I need my back rubbed and da bubbled in the tub +That float to the bed so that we can make love +Hook: +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday +It ain't to ask for when +I come off tour to have my truck washed +Or my body massaged, all the bills paid I send home +All my dough and you being my man it just ain't for show +All the lovey dovey yeah that is sweet +But honey bunny yeah gotta earn your keep +But don't sleep cause I need a lot done +And cold harded yeah check out whatever is clever +And get to stepping if you know somthing better +If not then respect whatcha got +Meanwhile I got a new tide at the lot +Pick it up and bring it back to the spot +This is how we do it this is how we do it everyday +I need it done in a special way baby, tell them how it goes +Hook: +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday +On the real I need an man that understands me and +Realizes the reality. I'm in the m.c. industry which +Means I want to live lovely I gotta make money +Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got +If it's too hot then raise up out my spot +If it's my trade I made up the black ace of spade +Alone in the world it's me ya can't fade +It's my life, I do it my way +You don't like my way, hit the highway +See I'm special not because I'm mc lyte, but because +I'm a women with the gift to bear life, it's done +Yes I've rested my case now run pick up my dermalogica +For my face this is how it goes down everyday +I need it done in a special way baby +Hook: +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday" +"Reunited[Intro] +What what what what what what +You know when the time it is motherfucker +[Hook] +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey! +[Verse 1] +I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor +Cas-ual dresser, you may dress fresher +The way that I speak this shit is energetic +My physique of meat is quite athletic +Remove all MC's who disapprove +That my funky rhyme article always have the groove +You're jealous over me nigga, you're not a competitor +You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor +Tryin' to rock the mic when you get an appetite +All negative on the mic, I dislike +Try to rock the mic but only will reduce +Try to get loose, you juice as a youth +Not knowin' to yourself that you shall be frozen +I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen +To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite +Sulfur emcees, you are down right, out right +Tryna be talkative, there's no alternative +Hide until I forgive, this motive +I am unique with the perfected physique +The objective of my rhyme is my own technique +[Hook] +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey! +[Verse 2] +I maintain the paradise on this Earth +With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth +Watch a nigga catch a purse +Super-hero niggas die +Do my dirt, get away and multiply +You bitches, ya nice guys +Always want bitch, because ya need my bit +I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show +Cause nobody can't fuck with me! +Earl!!, from ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground +The best kept secret, how does it feel to be +Boxin' in like a skeleton, growin' back ya skin? oaaaaaaaw! +I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie +Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie +Bicthes, you're walkin' on my dirt +We ain't sayin nuthin' +I'm in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert +[Hook] +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey! +[Outro + Hook] +Yo, I wanna tay give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan +We holdin' it down. YouknowI'msayin? +And I also wanna show mad love to Puffy cause you holdin' it down +Master P, you holdin' it down +KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin' it down +Give Snoop my love, E-40 +MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond +This is family, I don't give a fuck! +Straight up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! +Y'all niggas know how the fuck I get down! +KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! +KnowImean? I love y'all niggas! +Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! +Bitch, I got to go! +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey!" +"Piggy Bank[Produced by Needlz] +[Chorus] +Clickity-clank, clickity-clank +The money goes into my piggy bank +Clickity-clank, clickity-clank +The money goes into my piggy bank +[Refrain] +Man I’ll get at you! My knife cuts your skin +I’ll get at you! Blow shots at your man +I’ll get at you! 2Pac don’t pretend +I’ll get at you! I’ll put that to an end +[Verse 1] +That damn shit is old, don’t be screamin’ “Get at Me Dog” +Have you runnin’ for your life when I match ya part +I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal +A lil’ nigga hurt his arm, lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me +Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine +I’ll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime +Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine +C’mon on man, you know how I shine +I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top +Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips, why I don’t hear no shots? +That fat nigga thought “Lean Back” was “In da Club” +My shit sold eleven mill’, his shit was a dud +Jada’ don’t fuck with me, if you wanna eat +Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep +Yeah homey in New York niggas like your vocals +But that’s only New York dawg, yo’ ass is local +[Chorus] +Clickity-clank, clickity-clank +The money goes into my piggy bank +Clickity-clank, clickity-clank +The money goes into my piggy bank +[Post-Chorus] +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +[Verse 2] +Banks’ shit, sells; Buck’s shit, sells +Game’s shit, sells; I’m rich as hell +Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell +He don’t want it with me, he in PC +I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank +For just a few pennies out my piggy bank +Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203 +Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery +It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see +Looked at a picture and says she looks like me +Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard +Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm +I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you, cuz +First thing they say about you is you’s a sucker for love +This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots +After your next move I’ll give you what I got +[Chorus] +Clickity-clank, clickity-clank +The money goes into my piggy bank +Clickity-clank, clickity-clank +The money goes into my piggy bank +[Post-Chorus] +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +Yeah, yeah-yeah! Get more money, more money +[Outro] +When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill +I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel +I’ll get at you! Nigga I’m for real +I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Swagger Like Us (Alternate Verse)No one on the corner have swagger like I +Too cool for school, fly boy high +I drop out like I fell, from the sky +Hold up, let me wipe the cloud off my eye +He has class, first in the lunch line +My lunch ticket let my eat rappers at lunch time +Swagger, shinin' brighter than sunshine +Misfit, duck in the fashion one time +No one on the corner has swagga like moi, Church +But I'm too clean for the choire +I require what I desire I earn my stripes, Adidas +Mami scream papi no mas +Run up in your house just me; no mas +Runnin this bitch like I got four thighs +No one like swagger like these four guys!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Ps & Qs[Intro] +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +My money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I ain't gon' lie +This song right here slick hatin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +So +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Verse 1] +Yeah +She had a nigga that was on the music scene (What? Thought he was me?) +Had a nigga thought he was going straight to the league (Yeah, straight to the D) +Yeah, fuck with my baby, I swear that that nigga gon' bleed (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du) +Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me (Yeah) +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah (What?) +Stay on my Qs and my Ps (Yeah) +'Cause that could happen to me, yeah +Bring that girl to the big league, yeah +Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah +Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah (What?) +Put my girl in that new Chanel +And I got her a new weave (Yeah) +Said put my girl in that new Chanel +And I got her a new weave (Yeah) +Like, haha, oh, well, now your girl with me +Like, Austin was holding her up, yeah (Damn) +Um, boy, please +Like bye-bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Interlude] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bye-bye, yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2] +(Yeah) +Watch out for my doors (Wait, watch out, woo, woo) +Lambo', that bitch roar (Skrrt, roar) +Tell my girl that the world could be yours (Yeah) +Yeah, number-one rule, don't listen to whores (Shh-shh, listen to me, baby) +Yeah, know you've never lived this life before (Woo, jeez) +Yeah, more money than your last man, of course (Duh, jeez) +Yeah, drivin' in that foreign (Skrrt) +Yeah, where you thought you was goin' in that Ford (Where?) +I took what's yours, yeah (Yeah) +I made her mine (What?) +I made her mine, yeah (Yeah) +I took what's yours (I took her) +I made her mine, yeah (Yeah) +I took what's yours (Yeah) +I made her mine, yeah +I took what's yours +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (My money, yeah, yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Outro] +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah +Stay on my Qs and my Ps +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah +Stay on my Qs and my Ps109EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"She’s a Killah[Intro: Ron Browz] +Ether Boy, Def Jam, Ghostface, Ron Browz +Oh, oh, oh +[Ghostface Killah] +It's no special when them shots go down +You can catch one in the gut, and go down +The silencers work to muffle that sound +Snuck through tools and on the low down +Gangstas give it up, what +Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four wheeled-it up +I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough +Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up +From abyss to gecko, stay bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko +It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show +Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Toney Starks special +[Hook: Ron Browz] +She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh) +She's a killer, mami, you'se a killer +She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh) +She's a killer, shorty, you'se a killer +Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer +Oh, you got a man, I'mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller +Yeah, we drinking Patron and, put your number in my phone and +Ain't trying to take you home and, we partying to the morning +Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning +Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning +Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning +Oh, oh, we partying to the morning +[Ghostface Killah] +My co-defendant, her name's Alexis +Niggas get caught up by the side of her breastses +She'll murder you while eating your breakfast +You'll die wanting to try how good her sex is +Baby's shit wiggle like J-Lo, her thing so good +Before you hit it, you be having to pray, yo +Don't wanna bust fast, best be on your J-O +She strictly dickly, don't go both ways, yo +She independant and she fly +Bout 5'5, 5'6, bout yay high +Button-up pink boss shirt, blue necktie +Every nigga in the club wanna eat that thigh +Surprise she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina +She tight, her stomping grounds is out in Medina +This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things +Ready to die like she related to B.I.G +[Hook] +[Ghostface Killah] (Shawn Wigs) +Everybody's acting like they killing the town +(Pardon me lord, I was sipping that brown) +This goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers +Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a bunch of actors (action) +Yet, my heat sing like Shirley Caesar +You can come test me at, your own leisure +I'm ballin', gettin' Arab money and I pop champagne +And go hit shorty, shaking that thang, cuz +[Hook]" +"Dangerous Grounds[Method Man] +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo +Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo +All them real live motherfuckin niggas step up front right now +It's goin down +One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby +Shaolin what? +Come on, come on, HA! +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Dangerous ground +Tre pound seven spin around for my brethren the clouds come down +War and peace, I take it to the street +Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief +And curse his first born, is this thing on? +Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people +See, niggas through the eye of the demon +My lethal injection, destroyin evil +Hot Nikkel what, private eye one pistol +Aiming at your brain tissue, do or die +Said the spider to the fly, ""Could this one be tasty?"" +Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me +On the job like Dick Tracy +Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D +Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it +Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten +In the rotten apple +I kick dirt on your sand castle +Check the flavor all natural +[Method Man (Streetlife)] +(Beat your feet) +Hot Niks son +(Heat-mizer) +Before you get the main course +(Taste a appetizer) +[Verse 2: Method Man] +Submerged in the word +Heavy headed verbal that smack you +Mentally disturb you, attack you +Thirty-six chamb' once again comin at you +Young gun got the body snatch you observe +Wise words you can only see through the third +I fall way beyond the norm on the verb +Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on +Track yellin at me get yo arrow god +Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what +They all movin targets Allah +Runnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty +And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards +Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy +Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly +Dumb deaf and blind is it +I kick the spine out the battery backs +Fuckin with mine keep it movin +[Interlude: Method Man] +Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) +What the fuck? +Peace - who this? +[Verse 3: Streetlife] +Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin line +Deep Space Nine +Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs +Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse +Body-surf on the verse head first +Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat +And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nothing peace +Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid +50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy +Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer +40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander +Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate +Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate +Street politicians on a suicide mission +Crime vision finger itching from a scope-view position +Dangerous ground +Tre' pound seven spin around for my brethren the cloud comes down +[Verse 4: Method Man] +Yo, keep your eyes open +Love potion number nine poetry in motion +Knowledge me the seventh sign +Scopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of mine +Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine +Push and get shoved what the fuck Gods thinkin of +Comin in the club wit that screwface, actin up +Is we men or mice, bad moon risin +We wild for the night +Kill a schizophrenic nigga twice cuz-o +That's what happened when frontin on the Shaol' borough +Island of Staten we in here no fear +Assault wit intent +To kill your whole regiment it's real +Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun +Tear apart son - you don't want it then don't start none +Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly +Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I +Fat like Joe, a day in the life +Your money or your life that's the life +Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle +Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle +(Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) +Dangerous ground tre' pound seven spin around +For my brethren the clouds come down +War and peace, I take it to the street +Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief +Motherfucker" +"Lick Shots - OriginalUgh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand +Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one, one +And for those of you who hated, you only made us more creative +Misdemeanor ugh +You don't wanna speak my name +Mess around get that ass blown away +Fool gone away +I didn't even like your tail anyway +Missy got somethin' to say +I ride down the block in an escalade +Bling, bling all in your face +I think you might need to put on your shades +I know you feel me tho +You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho +Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low +I'm a keep the party live +Me and Timberland gonna flip it tonight +Keep yo hands in the sky +Wave 'em round like your crazy high +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +You know who I be +You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me +If I give you head, you'll never leave +Stop sweatin' me +Flip it on the black hand side +Look it here boy, don't you even try it +Make me dislocate your spine +My rings put your shine like turpentine +What you comin' around hang out fo? +Baby him know, you just want my dough +Get cha black ass on the flo +Fool touch me, that's a no no +Mr. DJ won't you play that song +Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs +Hey boys won't you sing along +'Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Y'all don't hear me +Hot +You got your guns but you don't scare me +Originality is leary, my only style and I ain't sharin' +Back up, back up, easy now +Hey Y'all +Hot +Let's turn it up and tear the club down +Grab your drinks and give me two rounds +I'll break you off I'm goin' down down +Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Listen, listen +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'" +"Shake Ya Bum Bum[Hook] +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +We 'bout to crush all competition +Ain't no chance for ya'll +Lil' Kim and Shanice, we 'bout to dance on ya'll +Like a flow in the club, it don't matter where you come from +USA to UK, shake ya bum bum +Sean Paul dime, keep my hair done all the time +Even got a manicurist in the booth while I rhyme +Initials on our jackets like Laverne and Sheryl +Kids rock my Queen Bee logo like a PowerPuff Girl +We stay on tour from summer to winter +And we rockin' public schools and daycare centers +Uh, united we stand, divided you fall +D flawless necklace look like a disco ball +Whoa, ya'll don't really want it with the whole Beehive +We goin' down in history, the illest gangstas alive +Put ya hands on your shoulders, push 'em up, push 'em up +If you feel it in your bones, shake it up, shake it up +[Hook] +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +[Verse 2: Lil' Shanice] +Now I know I ain't grown, but that don't stop me +From shakin' my anus +See I'm 'bout to blow, I'm soon to be famous +Now me and Lil' Kim on the same track is crazy +Matter fact you can call that amazing +Back to back, shakin' our bum bums +Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums +In YO, that's where I come from +My talents official, act up, the hounds'll come get you +You can catch me on my toes in them D&G flip-flops +Hopin' outta mommy's new burgundy six drop +What, I can't stop what I do for real +It's like for ya'll I just got to prove my skills +Oh, I got a ring filled with all baguettes +Nails done, fresh do, be no regrets +All I ask is that ya'll show respect +While I do my thing +And shake it up with the coolest Queen, uh +(Uh) +[Hook] +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] + (Lil' Shanice) or *BOTH* +Jack Be Nimble (Jack better be quick) +It's the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain't spit) +Like that news van *There they go again* +(On NBC to) *Nickelodeon* +Sophisticated bad girls (Ya'll them mad girls) +Ya'll them birds everybody done had girls +While dudes sendin' me diamonds and pearl sweaters +(They little brothers send me sneakers and love letters) +Next to Bill Gates, I'm tryna be runner up +Like the elevater shaft, baby girl is comin' up +(It's the ill collaboration from the Brook to the Yonks) +No more franks for this ma, now it's lobster and conch +To my kids in the hood, this one's for you +(Grown folks and grandmas can shake they bum bum too) +So come on (Come on) Come on +*Come on with it now, get up, get up +Get up and get down with the get down* +[Hook] +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Shake ya bum bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum +Bum chicky, chicky bum" +"Stories[Cappadonna] +Little Mike with the big head, He used to come around +Rob niggas on the block like he wasn't getting feed +He wore them all red outfits, His color was red +Tear drop in the corner of his eye like Lil' Wayne +Nose always running cause he sniffed cocaine +He used to come around with JoJo in this little white truck +On some South Shore shit, Like they ain't give a fuck +Now I ain't supposed to tell yall they sell guns round here +That cripple made dudes, And some got diarrhea +Jugs on every block but we live out here +And Staten Island be my nigga, Ben, Lilz, And Pop +Beating niggas up on the ave and take they rocks +Slim kid with the glass eye that know how to box +Staten Island's popular son got cut with the ox +See us racing down the terrace avoiding the cops +Cracks be in they asshole make they asshole hot +Run, If you ever pack a nice size gun +Or get caught with that shit then you fucked up son +[JoJo Pellegrino] +Ayo, This one right here goes out for my Gee Street clique +My G's from Gee Street, Stack G's on some G shit +Narcs are circling sharks, Them Gee Street dicks +Five bucks fills the Dutch, Them Gee Street Knicks +Why my peoples had to go down for them Gee Street hits +Yo, I smells a, Someone a Gee Street snitch +Son slandered my name on that Gee Street strip +Yo, Heard that Dread ran him off the Gee Street clique +Picture hard to scale, It's heavy white, It's very hype +But every night the block smell like chicken on the grill +You ain't chef'n hard for real, You had ten grams B.C +Before cooked, You wound up getting seven on your scale +You shook, Stuck like the elevator doors +Stoned like Scram, Leathafase and Kawz, What +[3rd Diglah] +Yeah, Yo you's a lame bitch +Claiming you thing, You sang snitch +Meanwhile meet with the Marshall pointing at named pics +Your street credibility's shaky now +You better relocate before them hood dudes eat your face +But it seems you ready to meet your fate +So I'ma guess that you ready to die, On some Carlito's Way +So now you back on the ave, Two-five in the stash +Looking for someone to blast, So you can see your grave +Can't make no money now, Everybody's acting foul +It's all cause you didn't have no money for trial +We're not done yet, You see your way +And yet you got gagged and hog tied, Corn chip +You a Frito Lay, You better move out quick yo +Leave those trays, And get snitching out your life son +True G's don't strayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Determination[Intro: Raekwon] +I really don't need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now +I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' Manhattan +Real smooth +[Raekwon] +Here we go again son, black Harrison *Ford* on the run +One, beef in the field, it's real +Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock +Got the blue laser, grill, like Martin *Scorsese*-ah +Jumpin outta limo's, *expos*, black rentals +Chasin *niggas* through the projects, prolex +Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks +Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what? +Tailin' us in boats and land, *40 cal* in my hand +Made the left... Lex fam +Sho enough what, *Hummer* craft lookin' up, what? +Kid the chipped out *flex* now I'm stuck +Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him +Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him +Changin' the gear the same footwear +Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here +*Fuck* yea, we up there +Had a little *drugs* there, they was there +Pass it kid, *Novocain* caught a slug there +Had it mastered in flight school, *nigga* go whip a plane +Drivin land, map *shit* out, go to night school +Bronze star, feelin' who we are +Half animal, whole lotta love, black God +Standin' front and center, from here to winter +Grip the *splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pop-it* +(nothin' but determination) +Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin +Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it +Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Graig Nettles* +Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle +Hearin' the horn of Josh, movin' like the moss +Executive decision play large +Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out +Fightin' like like Julio *Cesar*, blaze y'all +Mayday, mayday, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way +Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya +[Chorus 3X: Raekwon] +Nothin' but determination +[Raekwon] +Part two kid, establish brainpower, truth did +Yo it's realer than a *fuck* now, ain't stupid +Trash three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash +Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass* +Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still +Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let's bill +Make it to the UN, doin' bout a thousand in the blue M +Frogmen repped out foolin', *left all the American Express cards* +Left the passports, timeshare, *shit up on* in *Escort* +Bail 'em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O'Hara +That old, *Louis McDarren*, see the waves through the mirror +Spot that, hop that, through the top back +Ready to lock somethin', down for the cause, stop that +You play the king, I play the *pawn*, who the king of the Swarm? +You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the *fire* arm +Wit eternal affairs there, I knew I had little bits of love +Hopin' it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy Roxy scene +He clean though, American *Cream* Team let him leave +See the moral of the story, feelin' me like +Mordon and Glory when they came for me +Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down +Handlin' nines, know the time" +"New Patek[Intro] +Hmm +New Patek on my wrist +White diamonds, them shits hit pink +Alright, I'm ready +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist (Yeah) +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Yeah, yeah) +Got cold, had to go get a mink (Yeah) +New finger rings hit like a sink (Yeah, yeah) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink, hello (Yeah) +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh) +And she said ""Lil Uzi so great (Uh, uh) +How you deal with all that hate?"" (Uh-uh) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine +New Patek on my wrist +White diamonds, them shits hit pink +Got cold, had to go get a mink +New finger rings hit like a sink (Water) +You a bad bitch, then we can link +Hit the shower, you might stink +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh-uh) +And she said ""Lil Uzi so great"" +[Refrain] +Okay, and your girlfriend like my drip (Drip) +Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch) +Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick) +Triple S got that extra grip (Grip) +So you know I cannot slip (Slip) +[Verse 1] +That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss (Grrah) +My shooter got a 30 on his hip (Bah) +Yeah, I need my fix +Was that a pair of boots from Rick? (Rick) +Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip (Woah) +Cool blood, but my money Crip +Got clap on lights, no flick +Can't take no pic, no flick (No cameras) +Fuck that bitch in my new whip (Skrrt) +Her ass so fat, can't fit +Her ass so fat, it's amazing (Amazing) +Her ass so fat, it's a miracle (Miracle) +Her last man money hysterical +She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio (Let's go) +Yeah, I'm the same nigga bustin' through your stereo +Yeah, my boys on the block selling O's, no Cheerios +I don't wake up in the mornin' for cereal +Flip the brick, make the whole shit do an aerial +Air the shit out and make the ho sing, Ariel (Yah) +Silencers so they really cannot hear me though +Killin' these beats, yeah, Lil Uzi a serial +Clean up the body, prepare for the burial +Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes +I got the swag that probably, um, will finish you +I am a octopus, I cannot breathe without water +So I put diamonds on my tentacles +How is you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us +You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos +Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya +Put money on my head just for your album, bruh +Tell me, lil' boy, if it's beef I can chop this shit up +Like it's prime and treat you like it's Optimus +My chain is white gold your shit look like copper, bruh +MCM, yeah, that shit made out of ostrich, bruh +But I don't wear it, give that to my hoes +Yeah, I swear that lil' nigga my clone +Yeah, I had to do this shit all by my own +Yeah, it's slime shit, lil' baby, put diamonds in my nose (Slatt) +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist (Yeah) +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Yeah, yeah) +Got cold, had to go get a mink (Yeah) +New finger rings hit like a sink (Yeah, yeah) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink, hello (Yeah, yeah) +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh) +And she said ""Lil Uzi so great (Uh, uh) +How you deal with all that hate?"" (Uh-uh) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine +[Refrain] +And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip) +Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch) +Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick) +Triple S got that extra grip (Grip) +So you know I cannot slip (Slip) +That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist +New Rollie made me proud of my wrist +AP make me proud of my wrist +New Richard on my wrist +Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Milli') +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Let's go) +Got cold, had to go get a mink +New finger rings hit like a sink (Let's go) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate +And she said ""Lil Uzi so great (Great) +How you deal with all that hate?"" (Hate) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine (Uh) +[Verse 2] +Throw up gang signs, Naruto (Uh) +Put metal in my nose like Pain (Uh) +Man, I never saw this bitch before (Uh) +How the fuck she know my name? (Yeah) +She said, ""Lil Uzi, hello"" +I looked at her, ""Oh, hey"" (Hello) +You ain't never seen pastry dough +Well lil' bitch, I got cake (Yeah) +Gettin' money, I'm the man +Gettin' money, had to count the advance +Saint Laurent on my shoes, these not Vans +Need a fan case a nigga get hot +'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped +On the block back before I had locks (Yeah) +Red dot for a chicken, he popped +MC told the bitch eat my cock +Motorcycle days, bitch, Yung Joc +That's what I call her, she all on my top +Rap star or do he sell rock? +He got files so he beatin' the trial +Couple racks and them niggas run wild +Super filthy, man, they livin' so foul +I got some real niggas that's locked up +Tryna shade the bar just for the foul +All these hackers, yeah, these niggas is foul +All my bitches want me to take a vow +Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns +He get money, then I had to say, ""How?"" +New rug, and it's made out of wolf +New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel +Lil' bitch, yeah, I run through the city +Different spots in it just like a cow +Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a mansion, no house +Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house +Four years, I ain't even see a mouse +Please stop talkin', bitch, put dick in your mouth +We get money, what the fuck is a drought? +Make it rain 'cause I'm up in the clouds +Had to tell that lil' bitch, get from around +'Cause that little bitch be fuckin' with clowns +[Verse 3] +Let's go, let's go, had to tell that lil' bitch, yeah, let's go (Let's go, let's go) +That lil' nigga stole my swag and he tried to steal my flow (My flow, my flow) +I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone (My phone, my phone) +I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go (Let's go, ayy) +I put hundreds in my safe (Ayy) +I throw twenties in her face (Ayy) +I put the M in a J (Ayy) +I got a bae in the Bay (Ayy) +I fucked on that nigga little bitch +That's the reason he tryna say that I'm gay (Ayy) +Way more coochie than Kay Slay (Ayy) +I sell a mil' in a day (Ayy) +All of my bitches they grade A +I did not get in Canada +But when I'm in Toronto they treat me like Drake +This a light jet, this a flight day +Had that lil' bitch, that's on MySpace +I can feel this shit in my veins +Look at my neck, that's an ice tray +Come on tell me, what you sayin'? +(What you sayin'? What you sayin'? What you sayin'?) +[Refrain] +And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip) +Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch) +Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick) +Triple S got that extra grip (Grip) +(Oh yeah) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +New Rollie made me proud of my wrist (Woo, woo) +AP make me proud of my wrist (Woo) +New Richard on my wrist (Woo) +Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Woo, woo) +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist (Yeah) +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Yeah, yeah) +Got cold, had to go get a mink (Yeah) +New finger rings hit like a sink (Yeah, yeah) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink (Yeah, yeah) +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh) +And she said ""Lil Uzi so great (Uh, uh) +How you deal with all that hate?"" (Uh-uh) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine +[Verse 4] +Throw up gang signs, Naruto (Yeah) +Put metal in my nose like Pain (Uh) +Man, I never saw this bitch before (Uh) +How the fuck she know my name? +She said, ""Lil Uzi, hello"" (Uh) +I looked at her, ""Oh, hey"" +You ain't never seen pastry dough (Yeah) +Tell lil' bitch, I got cake (Ayy) +Gettin' money, I'm the man +Gettin' money, had to count the advance +Saint Laurent all on my shoes, these not Vans +Need a fan in case a nigga get hot +'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped +On the block back before I had locks +Red dot for a chicken, he popped +MC, told the bitch eat my cock +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah, that's it161EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Highlights[Intro: Kanye West & Young Thug] +High-lights +Tell my baby I'm back in town +Highlights +Tell everybody I'm back in town +High-lights +Tell my baby I'm back in town, town +Highlights +[Chorus: Kanye West & Young Thug] +We only makin' the highlights +Tell my mama, tell my mama +That I only want my whole life to only be highlights +We only makin' the highlights +Tell my mama, tell my mama +That I only want my whole life to only be highlights +[Verse 1: Kanye West & Young Thug] +Can we play that back one time? +And after that night I'm gon' wanna play this shit back, oh no +Sometimes I'm wishin' that my dick had GoPro +So I could play that shit back in slo-mo (Slow motion) +I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro +[Chorus: Kanye West & Young Thug] +We only makin' the highlights +(Slow motion, slow motion, slow motion) +We only makin' the highlights +Tell my mama, tell my mama +That I only want my whole life to only be highlights +[Bridge: El Debarge & Kanye West] +One life, one night +Uh +Highlights +That's all I need +Livin' the life 'til I die +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +I bet me and Ray J would be friends +If we ain't love the same bitch +Yeah, he might have hit it first +Only problem is I'm rich (I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich) +Uh, 21 Grammys, superstar family +We the new Jacksons, I'm all about that action +I'm about that Farrakhan, life is a marathon +I'ma shift the paradigm, I'ma turn up every time +I'ma bust a coach's head open on some Diddy shit +If he ever talk to my son like an idiot +One time for a nigga really gettin' it +Two times cause we got the whole city lit +Advice to all my niggas: impregnate Bridget +So when she have a baby she gon' make another nigga +Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches hah? +Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian hah? +She spent her whole check on some Christians +And that girl ain't even religious +Walkin', livin', breathin' god, you know my past well +Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed +Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help him with the weight +I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate +So when I'm on vacay, I need to kick back, heh? +What you want? +You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack, heh, huh? +Uh, I need every bad bitch up in Equinox +I need to know right now if you a freak or not +I need every bad bitch up in Equinox +I need to know right now if you a freak or not +[Outro: The-Dream] +I need every bad bitch up in Equinox +I wanna know right now if you a freak or not +I need every bad bitch up in Equinox +I wanna know right now if you a freak or not +Oh lord (ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah), oh lord (ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah) +I need every bad bitch up in Equinox +I wanna know if you a freak or not +Bad bitch up in Equinox +I wanna know if you a freak or not +Oh lord, oh my lord (Oh nah nah nah nah)" +"Ason Jones[Intro: Raekwon] +Word, I miss you, I miss the God +Word... a powerful brother, man, he was live +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +He was a powerful general +The smell from his breath was Ballantine +I think it was the year '89 +He stayed the freshest, Polo boots +Wallys with them colorful 'Lo gooses +Coming from Medina, we boost +We up in A&S, slipping and dipping to Bedstuy +Native, he used to beatbox, thousands would listen +Yo, that's before, the Wu got on +Him and Allah Just' and RZA came to the Island one morn' +A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga +On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies +Five-foot-seven, a legend was born, Russell 'Ason"" Jones +I know him for his braids and lessons +A wise man with knowledge 120 +Kept a flag on his chest +A right hand, you quick, serving you Remy +Yo, let's toast to the fallen, lost forgotten +Aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli +Ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind +The way he did it, with a mic and some wine +I would never forget the days we used to sit back +Days I be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo +I just miss this nigga +And now, I understand the meaning of love when I kiss the nigga +[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] +My name is Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm saying? I don't hide nothing back. I barely—I mean, I come from a family, man, of poor welfare, you know what I'm saying? When I came out my mother's womb, I was on welfare, you know what I'm saying? +So—So—So, it's like, you got to keep it real, know what I mean? +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from Day One +Loud as the ferry, best friend was Mama Cherry +Sweet lady, BK baby +She taught Dirty how to cook, clean, singing the songs +Say the old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine +We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s +Knowledge of self, good health +The fortunes that came with the game had my brother insane +It's like wealth ain't enough to live for +But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself +That was the Black man rap, baby Jesus in the black land +Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam +(""Brooklyn Zoo!"") you know my brother was ill +The first dude to say, ""Yo, keep it real"" +Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor +Now, he with Allah, that's a blessing +[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] +See, it's like, ok, where I come from +In my neighborhood, my people know me +You know what I'm saying? See, if I try to come any different +They ain't gon' respect me no more +You know what I'm saying? Because they -- you know people +Got their thing about themselves, you know +If you come from the neighborhood, you know what I'm saying? +You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood +But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people +You know what I'm saying, but if you try to like jump and crossover +To the other side, people won't understand that, and they don't like that +That's why they don't be buying people music +See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real +You can't knock what's real, You know what I'm saying? We telling the truth, man" +"Shakey Dog Starring Lolita[Ghostface Killah] +I had my eyes squinched up tryin' to get through the fog +Pullin' up mad slow blunted, passin' police cars +I saw one two three bodies +Blood mixed with the rain ran through the gutter +That's the work of a tommy +But then I heard it was the work of a mami +Spanish chick bad, about five six, long hair, red Jag +Kinda bowlegged, Chanel sweatpants, she thick +She love her some pussy, don't really give a fuck about dick +That's when I got the call, yo Tone come to the shop +Some fire jumped, chill I'm about to pull in the lot +Lowered the tunes, pulled the Benz keys out the ignition +Brushed the ashes off my blazer then finished my Guinness +So then I walked in, seen the God shufflin' cards +Spades game, it's goin' down, he lost a couple of yards +Peace Lord, how your physical? +[Raekwon] +He upstate miserable +Stressed, doin' a thousand sets +But yo check the visuals +I'm at this hotel in Queens +Me and Charene getting' slow necked +That's live, I couldn't finish the bean +Gotta a phone call, seen the whole bitch face fall +Dope fiend look like the bitch swallowed an eight ball +They talkin' about killin' ya man's and them +That kid from Staten, his jewels is tough, his robes is satin +Yo that's my heart Tone; yea yea he killed the captain +What nationality nigga? The kid was Latin +It happened uptown, broad day, right in Manhattan +I was shoppin' with my home girl, Leona with acne? +But you know what, Flaco niece Lolita +Flew in, she from Medellin, he deaded her uncle over them seventeen bricks +Niggas ain't slick, niggas is dicks +Y'all got beef for life now cause that bitch is a trick +[Ghostface Killah] +Ay yo fuck that, close the gate +[Raekwon] +And lower the shade +Then a shot popped off +[Ghostface Killah] +Hit lil' bro in his fade +And then I see him dropped his clippers +[Raekwon] +He dipped with the quickness +It was Lolita black down yo +[Ghostface Killah] +With four other bitches +She had a nasty hammer, fat ass +[Raekwon] +Her tits was bananas +Yo the clip was ninety shot +[Ghostface Killah] +She lit up the cameras +So then I bugged out, ran up the steps +[Raekwon] +Yo I got hit in the leg +[Ghostface Killah] +He shot back, hit one bitch in her breast +Under the pinball game aimin' +[Raekwon] +It's foggy and rainin' +[Ghostface Killah] +My jewels is clangin' +[Raekwon] +Yo Tone tuck your chain in +She shootin' like she wanted a payment +Throwin' bullets like Joe Nameth, yellin' +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo it's all entertainment +Where y'all girls at? Where ya'll pussies at? +Thought y'all bang on Gaten Island? +I killed three things on Staten Island +(Guns firing) +Take that! +You fuckin' with me huh?! +That's all you got babyyyyyy? +Hold that! Motherfuckaaaaa! +Yea! You on Staten Island now nigga! +[Ghostface Killah] +Now where the fuck is your brain at now ho? +You fuckin' with me, brains is all over the wall like Velcro +I fuck your pussy while you die slow +Wake up! You cock suckin' ass maricon +That's what you get for killin' Frankie +(Police loudspeaker) +Tony Starks, Tony Starks drop you weapons now +Put your weapons down or we will shoot +Ay yo Rae I got this +I ain't surrenderin', they gon hang me +You know what it do, yo I love you +Say peace to my kids, say peace to my wiz +I ain't goin' to jail +Fuck it's on G, let's get...FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS!" +"Remain Calm (Al Qaeda Bomb)[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Try to remain calm, you fucking with a don +Pocket full of green, green in the bong +That bitch with the bow-legged stance turning me on +Two mil' timepiece, rainbow Tourbillon +Niggas still want me dead like Osam' +But they ain't gon' make it they come at me wrong +Them niggas all workers, I'll smack the shit out they bosses +Ferrari, I'm stronger than 500 horses +Money is power, you niggas better wake up +My ear rings blinking, that's old shit from Jacob +Add it up, four plus four, that's eight karats +You can't run and get you a bill, you ain't got it +Blackjack we do that, ten grand a hand +You can get shot fucking with Floyd, that's my man +Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the Money Team +Pinky ring flawless, my God I'm gorgeous +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, ho remain calm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, don't ring the alarm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, nigga remain calm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb +[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] +I'm chilling like a villain while I'm dealing, I am +Ruling while I'm cooling with my tool in my hand +Post up, coast up, this is my life, bitch +Up close on ya, you'll get stuck with a knife, bitch +Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch +Got a lot of hoes, but Charlene that's my white bitch +The rest of my bitches, nah they ain't gon' like this +But I don't give a fuck cause they all love this nightstick +But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs +Collar popped up, cool as the Fonz +Motherfucker! Have a seat and loosen up +Get a glass of some gin, now juice it up, deuces up +See it's a line there for a reason +And if you cross it, no more breathing, ya leaving +Believe it - we understand each other? +Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in ya, brother - ya dig? +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, ho remain calm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, don't ring the alarm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, nigga remain calm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb +[Verse 3: Precious Paris] +Four fifth on that shit, that Glock copped to ya face +My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan' taste +Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out +Six inch DaVinci's, a bitch finna act out +Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like +I know what the bread like, my butt give y'all headlight +Shine like I shine, night or daytime +But Nah, na na na na +Make a nigga wan' buy everything I say buy - ma na na na na +Get wet, I got that comeback, that crack +My assets is my ass, jack +Stun, I tell my niggas right where yo stash at +You fucking with a Southside bitch, I go where the money go +I'm madam put on a stroll, Get my money ho +Catch me in Ferragamo or Dolce & Gabbana +Or [?], I'm B squared up, what +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, ho remain calm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, don't ring the alarm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, nigga remain calm +Remain calm, you fucking with a don +Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"All Day (Kendrick Lamar Reference)[Intro: Theophilus London & Kanye West] +Nothing bout you +Nothing bout you +I wanna tell you +All day, nigga +Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy +All day, nigga +[Hook 1: Kanye West] +How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga +How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga +How many...do you got on call? All day, nigga +Swish, swish...they keep you in court? All day, nigga +Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga +Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga +You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga +South, south side! All day, nigga +[Verse 1: Kanye West & Kendrick Lamar] +This Ye, nigga +Shoppin' for the winter and it’s just May, nigga +Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga +And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures +Talkin' big face, nigga +Put yo' ass back of pocket like a switch blade, nigga, uh +I ain't tryna play, nigga +Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh +All day, nigga +'Ye in the building like a hallway, nigga +Still got the hundred with the small face, nigga +Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga +Might...naturally all day, nigga +If...have Allstate with you, uh +You a Rico Suave nigga +Ride 'round listen to Sade, nigga +Ride 'round something and it's all day, nigga +You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga +Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga +Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker +...then booked it like the Barclays Center, uh +[Interlude: sample & (Kanye West)] +Nothing bout you +Nothing bout you +I wanna tell you +(All day, nigga) +[Refrain: Allan Kingdom] +I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth +Gave him what I had left +At that moment I dispersed +At that moment I dispersed +I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth +Gave him what I had left +At that moment I dispersed +At that moment I dispersed +[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] +All day hoe, my neck look sweeter than parfait hoe +Rap Derek Jeter in a red two-seater +I can throw this dick from far away hoe (swish it, swish it) +Ask me how long do it take to be the greatest +I'm a bar away hoe (swish it, swish it) +Damn Kanye never will it be safe +Bitch I already know (swish it, swish it) +24/7 365 days everybody gettin' paid +Nigga lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJ's +Chitown, PJ all of BJ +Chitown, we play for the freebase +These days, don't believe what police say +DJ's and the B-boys run shit +Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch +[Interlude: Theophilus London & sample] +Nothing bout you +Nothing bout you +I wanna tell you +So won't you dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy +[Outro: Paul McCartney] +Little darling, let me run (let me run) +Until I find myself +In the morning sun +Give me freedom (give me freedom) +Give me space +I want to find myself +In that special place +Whooooa, whooooa +Whooooa, whooooa +Whooooa, whooooa +Whooooa, whooooa" +"Get Hit[Chorus: Lil Reese] +I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man +See me, I think I could take plenty, man +And I can't leave without my semi, man +Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man +If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan? +Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin' +Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again +I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mans +[Verse: Lil Reese] +Your bitch goin', she gon' get hit (get hit) +Home run, knock it out the fence (knock it out the fence) +I ride around with it, I took a risk (we takin' risks) +Still ride around with it, we takin' risks (takin' risks) +I wouldn't even touch that basic bitch (touch that basic bitch) +And I won't leave the house without my stick (without my stick) +I ride around with it, I take a risk (I take a risk) +'Lot of niggas on that Police shit (on that Police shit) +My mouth closed, I don't know shit (I don't know shit) +All I know is I'ma blow shit (I'ma blow shit) +Loud rollin', we be smokin' (smokin') +Kush strong, got me chokin' (chokin') +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man +See me, I think I could take plenty, man +And I can't leave without my semi, man +Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man +If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan? +Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin' +Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again +I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mansEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Bamboo’s Lament[Verse 1: Kendace Springs] +Never wanted to get left alone +I didn't know how to go along without you +Is it too late? +Did I make a mistake? +Think about the times we shared +Through the good and bad. Don't feel so sad +Is it too late? +Did I make a mistake? +[Hook] +Yeah yeah, did I make a mistake? +No no, is it too late? +Oh oh, did I make a mistake? +Yeah, yeah, uh +[Verse 1] +[Hook]" +"Ghetto Mindstate[Talking - Lyfe Singing Over Flip talking] +WOOOO...new shit, Lil' Flip and Lyfe +(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe +(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe +(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-Yea +[Hook - Lyfe] +I just can't go, I just can't stay +I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away +I just can't go, I just can't stay +I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +Ay at fifteen I was makin moves +Drinkin beer-shootin dice at school(Yea) +When most niggas had a nine to five shiiit(fuck that shit) +On the block we makin nine to five grand +Each day, yeah we got cheap yay +My niggas on lock they call me on three way(hello) +The hood hot like a crock pot +Dope fiends cuttin yards for a twenty piece of crack rock +Around my way ain't nobody watchin Matlock +We tryna hot wire cars, and break pad locks +Turn soft to hard drop it in Gladlock's +And drive flashy cars and get mad props and still I want change +Last week they caught my partner with a block of caine +And can't no amount of money stop the pain +They gave him 83 years his mama went insane (Damn) +[Hook] +[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] +Comin up with no father figure +I guess that made me a harder nigga(why) +Cause I don't like to ask for shit +When I came in the game with a half a brick(yes) +But I ain't telling little kids to go that route +But it's on TV everyday like they don't know that route +And little girls bein fast, bein grown tryna flirt +Leavin home wearin pants, then change into a skirt +I live in the ghetto, I stay in the ghetto +Run up wrong I'm sprayin that metal +Cause ain't shit sweet around my way +All I know is one thing, how to get paid +With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit +This motivational music I know you feelin this +Ay and I was raised in the church +But where I'm from you gotta move that work +[Hook] +[Flip] +Why everybody tryna bring me down +Because of me they respect H-Town +Look I was here when y'all wasn't around +The first week you did aight but then that shit went down +Why everybody tryna bring me down +Because of me they respect H-Town +Look I was here when y'all wasn't around +The first week you did aight but then that shit went down +[Lyfe] +They tell you, you was born to die +Yo'mama she was born to cry +Yo'woman she was born to lie +Hold you down so you can't feel life +I tell you that it's all a lie +Young nigga you just gotta try +Keep your eyes up on the sky +Don't let ya dreams pass you by...cause somebody said" +"The Enforcer(Hook) +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Money like a boss, but I still come off ya +(Verse 1 - 50 Cent) +Ferrari..Lambo, I race it +Bugatti, I chase it +I be stuntin', niggas don't say shit +Murder..it's what I get away with +There'll never be another me, face it +I pick up big bread, it's okay bitch +Shawty got ass you can play with +She ain't rich like a blonde, just stay with +(Pre-Hook) +So brave, your graves ready.. +Tre-8, duct tape, ready.. +Your times up already.. +Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready +(Hook) +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) +(Verse 2) +Crazy..sip, psychotic +Rich..still pushing narcotics +Shit you wanna do, I've done it +Life's going the way I want it +X pills, pounds up chronic +Drama..tell me who want it +I've done it +They talk about it, they fronting +(Pre-Hook) +So brave, your graves ready.. +Tre-8, duct tape, ready.. +Your times up already.. +Black mag, body bag, ready..ready, ready +(Extended Hook) +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Money like a boss, but I still come off ya +This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) +This is the Enforcer in action +This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) +This is how it feels when I'm blasting +(Bridge) +Everything I do something you want to +But you don't do things that I do +Cause you ain't got the heart to do it +You ain't got the heart to do it +You ain't got the heart to do it +You ain't got the heart to do it +(Hook) +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? (Who wanna play?) +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Who wanna play with the Enforcer? +Money like a boss, but I still come off ya +This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) +This is the Enforcer in action +This is how it sounds when I'm mashing (x3) +This is how it feels when I'm blasting +(Outro) +This is how it feels when I'm blasting +Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting +Blasting, blasting, blasting, blasting +This is how it feels when I'm blastingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Kryptonite (Freestyle)[RemyMa: Verse 1] +Remy Ma's a chef, see I be baking soda +I mixed it with the white and now they call me Coke-A-Cola +I be on that Kryptonite +You see my legs, my ass, my waist +My hips, my face, and my tits is right +I be having niggas like, damn, damn, shorty look good +Plus she really hood and she really be spittin like +She ain't never gave a fuck +Stay smoking that sticky bud +In the cut like nigga what +Twistin a vanilla Dutch +Plus I'm over in LA, blazin on that Cali weed +Then I gotta twist it in a Peach flavored Swisher Sweets. (Come on) +And when Im in the Durty +You know they bringing me goodies +Im puffin patio piff you blowing backyard boogies +Step in the place with my hoodie down +Pussies like to call cops +Never let em see my face +In case I have to send shots +Then we back up in the Benz, again, me and my friends and em +No we ain't hoes but we chiefin like we Indians +We be on that Kryptonite, you know we be gettin right +And all he wanna know, is can he take me to his crib tonight +And I'm like I'm the comma, Queen of NY comma +Remy Ma's a problem, I only fuck with drama +See I be on it on it +All night, yo I be on it on it +I be the reason that your dick is sore, when you wake up in the morning" +"Man Down[Produced by Detroit Red & DJ Don Cannon] +[Intro] +Aw! +It hurts +The D's trying to pin a murder on me +In the precinct they saying I done murdered homie +I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homie +And everybody know my niggas murder for me +[Verse 1] +You see homo on your crib, it ain't a burglary homey +They finna to have me stuck in purgatory +I'm down to do the sticking when it come to the orgy +Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me +Wait, I'm getting sidetracked, back to the story +These cocksucking police got it in for me +They flash their lights, they wanna rough me up +Frisk me, find my burner and cuff me up +But history repeats itself, they never learn +The Unit's the new Bebo's, who gon' be Eddie Byrne? +Huh, we'll find out when niggas let off the rounds +And his partner's screaming officer down +[Chorus] +Police get in the way +I'll murder them, I'll murder them +A nigga already got three strikes +I'll murder them, I said I'll murder them +Any motherfucker touch me +I'll murder them, I'll murder them +You don't believe me, wait and see +I'll murder them, you see I told you I'd murder them +[Verse 2] +They saying I'm an accident waiting to happen +I got one in the head, I'm just waiting to clap it +A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit +So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch +I got two felonies from selling that crack shit +And the third one, came from showing niggas my mac spit +See I'm down for that daytime action +Have niggas crawling under cars when I start to cappin' +So they don't know what to say to the captain +But they know if word get back, something gon' happen +I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on +When you snitching where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown +Southside - I make the best of the worst +We gotta share the same bitch, okay, I go first +Cause your baby's momma is my baby's momma +I come through to see my little nigga with the llama +[Chorus] +Police get in the way +I'll murder them, I'll murder them +A nigga already got three strikes +I'll murder them, I said I'll murder them +Any motherfucker touch me +I'll murder them, I'll murder them +You don't believe me, wait and see +I'll murder them, you see I told you I'd murder themEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Pose to Do[Intro: French Montana, Quavo, Lil Pump, & Smokepurpp] +D-Diego +Huh? +You know who it is, we ahead that +(Lil Purpp) +Lil Pump (Huh? Haan?) +(Bless yo trap) +Montana (Huh?) +Mally Mall +[Chorus: Quavo] +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +What I'm supposed to do? (Do) +Pick 'em by the two (Two) +Smellin' like gelato (Gelato) +When I'm walkin' through +Surrounded by some scammer bitches, but I want you (Ooh) +Space coupe, UFO, take off, vroom (Vroom) +Chopper bite, achoo (Achoo) +Dropped 30 on some shoes (Ooh, ooh) +Fuck you and your crew (Your crew) +Panties on the roof (Doo, doo) +I took you to Calabasas and now I like you (I do) +My bitch cannot wear no UGG's, she got Chanel boots (Chanel) +All these lambos in my driveway, what I'm supposed to do? (Do) +How I'm supposed to move? (Move) +Let me play with your cooch (Yo' cooch) +Bitches in my room and I left them for you (For you) +She might be a thot but I'm a thot too (Ooh, ooh) +[Chorus: Quavo, French Montana, & Lil Pump] +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) (Yeah) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Two) (Ayy Pump, we out here, Montana!) +[Verse 2: French Montana & Quavo] +Bad bitches all around me, hundred acres keep me grounded (Grounded) +Phantom speedin' through Calabasas, like Robert Downey (Ooh, Haan) +Hottest in my town, talk the sauce, fuckin' drowing (Yeah, Haan) +Turn into the max until he free Max out the county, haan +I got choppas that'll lift up 30 bouncers (Yeah) +Talk the drip, sell it bottled up in 20 ounce +Drip, drip, drip, yeah, 30 fountains (Migos) +30 birds, like the Falcons +Number one in 30 countries (Haan) +I need two-piece and a disc (Disc) +Groupies and a mistress (Mistress) +Chain piece, like a district (District) +On two-piece gettin' lifted (Lifed) +Nigga, I'm the truth, coupe lookin' like a torpedo +Carlito's way, and got the album on the way, Montana! (Whoo) +[Chorus: Quavo & French Montana] +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) +[Outro: Quavo] +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a, ooh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Stay[Intro: sample (Ghostace Killah)] +Stay, a little longer (come here, ma, stay for a little while) +(I know you gotta go home soon, but) +I know you have to go home to him (time just flies everytime I get with you) +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, boo, I want you to say, fall back +Put your slippers on, have a seat, give me your leg +I got the baby oil warmed up, Dreamgirls DVD +Stagger Lee swine, could you stay mine, pretty please? +I""m begging you, girl, but time fly since 2 o'clock, boom +I turn around it's like 12 on the dot +What am I to do? Your steeze got a live nigga wanting you +Around the way girl, that's why I don't mind sporting you +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah) +Someone who loves you, only half as much as I do +(He don't love you, he don't love like I love you, boo) +(He's not even close) +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, he don't really love you like I do +Kiss your feet, make love to you, like I do +Wake you up, in the night tank and surprise you +Cross my heart, swear, put my hand on the bible +I'm not a cold blooded killa, baby, I cry too +The best thing for me is when I'm laying beside you +Turn you over, open up, get up inside you +He a woman beater, no doubt, and he lies too +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Stay, a little longer (please, baby, just one last time) +I know you have to go home to him (I know you got to bring it out, though) +[Ghostface Killah] +When you leave I get aggy, I don't know how to act +The reality settle with a punch and a smack +When I know that you with him, you ain't calling me back +It be that thing down there, that got me way off track +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Someone, who loves you (I'm telling you) +(His heart ain't even nowhere near it as mines be) +Only half as much as I do (come on, trust me on this) +[Ghostface Killah] +If it's like that, fuck that nigga, he a clown +He don't know what he got, let that bastard suffer +I sent you roses, Donna Karen bags from Paris +He can't match my one, son, he'll be embarrased +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Stay, a little longer (all I wanna do is take you out tonight) +(Go to clubs thats popping) +I know you have to go home to him (come on, let's go get our one-two +On, come on) +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, baby, don't leave, cuz the club is popping +We got grandma yay, plus the tunes is knocking +On the dance floor, I'm sweating my ass off +Imagining us in deep lust, how you look with your pants off +My one-two step, your dress is so spun +And your neck smell good, look cute when you chewing your gum and +From the womb to the tomb, you're blessed with a killa walk +You don't have to give me none, it's ight, we'll talk +[Outro: sample] +Someone who loves you +Only half as much as I do" +"Vampire Bats[Intro: Raekwon] +Whattup gangstas, come on, come on +This is teflon right here, poisonous fly shit +Poltergeist back, add on nigga, live +What's the vertigo? Yo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo +[Raekwon] +Chilling in the sneaker store, guess who walked in +Aretha, lord, Reebok queen, sneaker broad +Yo what up chick? Pussy dynamic, deeper than Titanic +Fly Hispanic, banded +Had me mapped out, iceberg down, saw the six +Then she broke wild, scopin' how the bitch get down +What up, I like that, give 'em regards +Sendin' messages to Gerard, who look like W.D. Faraud +Peace, how you be love, checkin' my feet like she seen Lugz +Ring gleamin' all on her mug +What up, wise guys, start laughin', pullin' outta pocket Platinum +Hand platinum, I stop laughin' +Rich niggas fuckin' had, figured it out +I won't fuck with her, warm blood, suck these nuts +Yeah, I'm out, spendin' off in a Benz truck +Valor look, richer than a fuck, what, wavy haircut +Met me at the light, wildin', made a right +Shorty violent in the boat, half smilin', with a gallon, aight? +Plus the queen of the tree head, pullin' over like a bean head +Fiendin' like a demon with green dreads +Jumped out, parked it, booth sparked it +Where your wifey at? Niggas like you, I spit lightly at +Quote my little cliche, instant replay +Could've sworn I saw a nine, had it tucked in her thong +Off convo, pointed at the condo, Lex let's go +I could've sworn I kept it real, but I'm a asshole +Hide in the empire, yellow liar took a glass full +Dick now, hotter than a lighter +[Chorus 2X: Raekwon] +Yo, whatever you do kid, just keep it real with yourself +Don't never ever pass off blue kid +Just better watch her, fuck around and be a nightmare +[Raekwon] +Yo, rainbow, glossy flossy necklace +Look perpetuos, ass is fat, butu look treacherous +Yo, where Gloria at? Monster ass restin' in Astoria +Black lawyer, she own a blow laundrymat +Yellin', I remember her, in December +Bitches maced me, stoled a half a million outta Macy's +Short light skin, haircut, hazel eyes +Nasal laced up, raised in caprini greens with Asia +Metallic blue G.S., dressed just bought a mama E.S +Fuckin'n with some nigga, Louis Lex +He a rich nigga, call him a king, H12 +Rock a Super Bowl rings, had a mean bilingual +Her uncle fuck Marsha, fake mobster +Tried to knock, that drinkin' cum bitch, blown an Oscar +De La Hoya hands, burn him like boiling water +If she dare take food in her mouth, spoon advance +Yellin', hit the mini-bar, Shallah looked laced +Spillin' Henny on, shorty just drive and throw Jimmy on +We rappin', ain't jack shit happen +Stop all this max, homey, back to my WAP, pretend mackin' +Chill, hit the jack for a sec, shorty holdin', wanna give me sex +Should I just, polly or flex +Yo, tell me more, yo, you heard of I-King +Drive a white thing, wife in the bing, doing life, a knight king +Yeah, I know the nigga, what's the verdict? So what he perverted? +Last word I heard, A.C.T. want him murdered +Hesitated, played it, grabbed my dick, shorty playa hated!" +"Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1[Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir & Future] +You're the only power (Power) +You're the only power that can +You're the only power (Power) +You're the only power that can +Oh, oh, oh, father... +(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) +[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi & Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir] +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +Who can I turn to? +Nothin' unwanted +After all, who can I turn to? +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +If I don't turn to you +Nothin' unwanted +No other help I know, I stretch my hands +[Chorus: Kanye West & Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir] +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +Who can I turn to? +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +After all, who can I turn to? +If I ever instigated, I am sorry +If I don't turn to you +Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I +No other help I know, I stretch my hands +[Verse: Kanye West, Kelly Price & Both] +Now, if I fuck this model +And she just bleached her asshole +And I get bleach on my T-shirt +I'ma feel like an asshole +I was high when I met her +We was down in Tribeca +She'll get under your skin if you let her +She'll get under your skin if you— (Uh) +I don't even wanna talk about it +I don't even wanna talk about it +I don't even wanna say nothin' +Everybody gon' say somethin' +I'd be worried if they said nothin' +Remind me where I know you from +She lookin' like she owe you somethin' +You know just what we want +I wanna wake up with you in my— +[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir & Kelly Price] +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +Who can I turn to? +Beautiful mornin' +Nothin' unwanted +After all, who can I turn to? +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +If I don't turn to you +Nothin' unwanted +No other help I know, I stretch my hands +[Chorus: Kanye West & Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir] +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +Who can I turn to? +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +After all, who can I turn to? +If I ever instigated, I am sorry +If I don't turn to you +Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I +No other help I know, I stretch my hands" +"O Day[Intro: RZA] +Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo +[RZA] +Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me +Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me +I got the rock stone from David's slingshot +Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? +Watch for the cops, third eye like the Cyclops +Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops +Slinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's +Fiends in line like I, Robot +Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots +Tell my uncle that I know what he know not +Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like rabid coyotes +Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote +In an all black Toyota +W's on the grill, steering wheel and the motor +Out to get dinero, til I'm paid like Bob DeNiro +With seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's +MC epitome +But these ducka sucka muthafuckas trying to get rid of me +But if you decipher my lyrics, truthfully and not critically +You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically +Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially +Speak the truth, and tell you how it's supposed to be +Zig Zag Zilla cane, wisdom could heal a man? +Rewind that shit +Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me +Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me +I got the rock stone from David's slingshot +Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? +Watch for the cops, my third eye like the Cyclops +Red from the chronic, I don't need no eye drops +Slinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's +Fiends in line like I, Robots +Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots +Tell my uncle that I know what he know not +Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like rabid coyotes +Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote +In an all black Toyota +W's on the grill, wheel and motor +Headed to North Dakota +With the cocaine, plus the baking soda +MC epitome +But these savages trying to get rid of me +If you decipher my words, truthfully not critically +You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically +Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially +Nigga, I tell you how it's supposed to be +Zig Zag Zilla cane +Wisdom could heal a man +Ya'll cowards know me +[Hook: RZA] +D for Digital +I - Irresistible +G be Graphical +I - Immeasurable +T come Technical +A - Analytical +L be that Lyrical +Who? Bobby Digital +D for Digital +I - Irresistible +G be Graphical +I - Incredible +T for Technical +A - Analytical +L for Lyrical +Who? Bobby Digital +[Outro: RZA (Prodigal Sunn)] +(Yeah, we gon' take it back RZA) +Who the fuck stepped on the wire? +You stupid mutha - BRRR +Hahahahaha, so you thought you was going to escape, didn't you? +You thought you could escape? +Aiyo, let the wolves in, aiyo, son +Aiyo, G, yo, let the wolves in +All the niggas in the back +All the wolves in the back, come up front +We gon' get savage real quick +Fuck that, aiyo, hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga +Man, get the fuck off my feet, man +Fuck off nigga, I'm trying to do my shit +Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, Happy New Year, nigga +Merry Christmas, it's July, hahahahah +So the mad scientist continued to drink the Digital Elixir +Fighting with the good and evil inside himself +Trying to be Bobby, trying to be RZA +Trying to be one, trying to be real +Trying to be unreal, trying to be super real, nigga +Rest in peace to the ODB, greatest MC of all time, greatest performer +One of the greatest performers of all times +Aiyo, O, yo, O, happy birthday, nigga, hahahahaha" +"Chinatown[Lil' Kim] +Yeah How many hitters can stand the rain +(Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now) +This is only a test +La la la la la +(What We told you it was commin) +La la la La la la la la +(We in front of the scenes +And in back of the scenes +So what you gon do now) +La la la +[Lil' Kim] +Bitches wanna front on me +But know not to come to me +I keep ten Glocks +Ten rotts up in front of me (grr) +Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin) +Like they sayin sumin (Sayin sumin) +I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin (What) +My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four +Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow +Thanks to Taebo +I'm thirty two and O +When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out +Two for five spots +I tear the rocks out +Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here) +Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin assholes) +My revolver is a quick problem solver +Don't never think I'm slippin (Why) +Bitch I ain't dumb +I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun +Hatin ass niggas +I treat you like a bitch +Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit +I got warriors that's three time felons +Leave ya body swellin +Leakin from ya melon +And it ain't no tellin when the bodies start smellin +Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly +The guns and thing you sing about bring em out +Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought +I'm a millionaire +I ain't rhymin for the cash +I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass +[Banger] +All ya'll niggas is narrow straight parrel +Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel +(Swallow it) +Criminal I ain't tryna battle +(Neva dat) on a ground or gravel +Through four make the hollows travel +[Bristal] +I got Montana nines more tangled lines +Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line +I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine +Can't jack mine +I'm one of a kind +[Banger] +Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro +You sleep with your eyes close +Might as well be blind fold +See how much my nine hold blast my one +Dos tres to the cuatro cinco +Reload bitch +[Bristal] +How you want it +Head or gut +You soft like baby butt (I like that) +When these Brooklyn niggas come threw +Their jewels they tuck +For what +Intimidated how we hop out the truck +Or the S type Jag +Y'all niggas straight fag +[Chorus: Lil' Cease] +This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit +Ridin round town with gun in masses +Copped out the ten years but only had six +All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch +[Lil' Kim] +This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit +Settin niggas up for all they stashes +Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses +Nasty hoes who take it in they asses +[Lil' Cease] +I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from +I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum +I'm far from a lame you will never see me run +You know how we do it beef jump into it +M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron +Nine millimeter team +Mack 11 mobs men +Who said we ain't rich +Kim's bling cost a fortune +Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin +From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin +Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin +Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin +Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die +Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go +Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe +Where you start is where you finish at +Show y'all the meanin of fam +Remember dat +[Chorus: Lil' Cease] +This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit +Ridin round town with gun in masses +Copped out the ten years but only had six +All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch +[Lil' Kim] +This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit +Settin niggas up for all they stashes +Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses +Nasty hoes who take it in they asses" +"Domestic Violence Pt. 2[RZA] +You ain't shhh +Ya momma ain't shhh +Your daddy ain't shit +Your pussy ain't shhh +Bitch, you ain't shhh +Your friends ain't shh +Your whip ain't shhh +Pocketbook ain't shhh +You talk that shhh +But girl you ain't shhh +Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh +You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit +Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh +You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like +I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa +I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada +They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha +See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man +But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man +You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan +Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend +[Big Gipp] +I know the type, come down and take a little pipe +Then run up and call me cupcakes, say ""I didn't fuck you right"" +Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards +Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard +Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks +Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit +Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world +And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl +[Hook: Big Gipp] +You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit +Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch +You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit +Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit +[Hook: RZA] +You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit +Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch +You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit +Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch +[Big Gipp] +Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber +More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter +Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want +And what you need, and what you get is two different things +Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain +Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus +Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush +Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor +Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga +[RZA] +Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle +And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow +I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo +She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!) +I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter +She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water +And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw +Her Power U, then just bless her wit the hair doo +Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted +One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it +[Hook: RZA] +Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit +Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch +You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit +Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch +[Hook: Big Gipp] +You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit +Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch +You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit +Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch +[Outro: RZA] +Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel +Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute +Straight from the underground, we gone" +"Heartless Hearts[Hook] +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mine +[Verse 1] +I got this heartfelt thug shit +Because my heart has been broken and stolen +Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’ +Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror +Watching my back across the track with my main hitter +I need a pat on my back, I need a favor +I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater +I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road +Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four +[Hook] +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mine +[Verse 2] +This heart probably can’t be fixed no way +Real talk, it been broken like that +Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that +Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack +He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat +She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that +You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back +I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that +Need a second line to bring some memories back (that's Lil' Bleek and Lil' Ivory) +[Hook] +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mine +[Verse 3] +If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand +Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand +He lost Lil' Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man +Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head +Snaked Lil' Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand +I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand +I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me +Go right back in that struggle with me +Sometimes I feel +Sometimes I feel +[Hook] x 2 +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Can U Be (Glastonbury Demo)[Intro: Kanye West] +Can you be? Can you be? +Can you be? Can you be? +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Can you be? Can you be? +Can you be? Can you be? +Will you be? Can you be? +Can you be? Can you be? +Can you be? Can you be? +Will you be? Can you be? +Can you be? Can you be? +Can you be? Can you be? +Will you be? Can you be? +[Bridge: Kid Cudi] +I got that gold stuff all on my back +I got that now I can't get that back +Now a fawner no matter where I’m at +Way back, I'm so glad I've got her back +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Can you be? Can you be? +Can you be? Can you be? +Will you be? Can you be? +Can you be? +[Interlude: Kanye West] +Get off me (off), Get off me (off) +Get off me (off), Get off me (off) +Get off me (off), Get off me (off) +Get off me (off), Get off me (off) +[Verse: Kanye West] +I caught a wave +Caught more air than super Dave +Call Aaliyah, I’m super paid +Sumfuh, sumfuh, doofaday +Just got off the flight from Budapest +Don't need Khaled to say ""you the best"" +You the type of nigga shop at Uni-qlo +Just found out that my father in law unisex +Running out of money, running into debt +Running from bill collectors, I ain't paid 'em yet +Shit you did with no matter how rich you get +And even more, depending on the bitch you get +[Outro] +I gotta be worried for my niggas getting married, seriously" +"Never Left You AloneBoosie Badazz +[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +Never left you, never left you +Never lead you wrong +When you needed me +My music helped you and made you strong +Always told you I would blow too +Always kept it real on tha pro tools +When niggas ain't got no friends (put on that Boosie) +I'm tha nigga who they go to +Preach it brother Hatch, I do +Real music en flourished +Doctor couldn't help her +My music got her through surgery +(Now that's deep) +You ain't on a nigga yet, then you sleep +Or you just hatin' +Music played when I was gone +Like I wasn't incarcerated +I'm that muthafucka (Badazz) +A legend who always gave his best to you +Tell it like it is muthafucka keep it real +When they tell it like it is I'm tha best to do it +Bankroll, I got a check for you +When yo nigga died +I was tellin' you bout my nigga ""I"" +Remember, I was there for you +When you needed that real music +[HOOK] +I never left you alone [REPEATED] +AD LIBS +I was there for you +I was there for you +[VERSE 2 : HURRICANE CHRIS] +When you needed somewhere to stay 'cause tha people got too hot on yo block and u had a warrant, I held you down +Where tha fuck did tha love go +Let's be short and simple, like a snub nose +Thru tha thick and thin +I was there nigga +And I spoke on it, 'cause I care nigga +When them shots rang and that smoke cleared +I was still standing like +I'm tryna focus on livin' my life +Fuck all this negative shit +Bitch my earlobes are rocky +My neck full of ice +I'm bout to put dick in yo bitch +Out and sell you a bird, but I know we ain't right +Them niggas be snitchin' and shit +44 desert eagle and knock all tha back out yo back when I empty tha clip +Bitch I been on my shit +[BOOSIE] +When you needed that real music +[HOOK] +I never left you alone [REPEATED] +AD LIBS +I was there for you +I was there for you +[VERSE 2: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +When it was you, Mike, and D +Swisher Sweets and Ol E +When you first jumped off tha porch +Boy you was listenin' to me +Find a 50 then I'm pussy +Was a vision showin' niggas +No pre-nup, he ain't listen +100 mil I told niggas +When you felt like everybody betrayed you +I had a song for ya +Single mothers, when they [?] +I had a song for ya +Mama always workin' +His daddy he never see +So from 13 to 23, he had me +I never left him +Made tha never special +Feel very special +I was there +Told you everything I been through and mo' +'Cause I care +Like tha loud, you ever need a real nigga +He on call +He say he love me +'Cause I never let him down +Boosie Badazz +When you needed that real music +[HOOK] +I never left you alone [REPEATED] +AD LIBSEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Back Like That (Remix)[Intro: Kanye West and Ghostface Killah] +It's your boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this +The Roc is in the building, yeah +It's the remix yo +Kanye is in the building +Yo, the monster don is in the building, we in here +Kanye West is in the building +Ghostface +Your boy getting fat now +I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now +Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass +Shorty mad, pulling her hair out +[Chorus: Ne-Yo] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no +[Verse: Kanye West] +I'm high powered, put Eva Mendes to sleep +Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week +But back to you, MAC gloss chick, you're way fit +How you have everything in this world and waste it +Prince told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say +I'm laid back, like neo-soul, I holla back at this Creole ho +She from the N.O., but she never told me ""N-O"" so +We at the spot to chill, where the food get grilled +She ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal +Second I walked in, the whole room got still +I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal +And she conceited, she got a reason +She got her hair did, she got her weave in +And I'mma sweat that out by the evening +You, I don't sweat that now, I got a new +[Chorus] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Oh girl, I can't believe you zoned out +Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont' +I'm that Don Wilson +First one to put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton +Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks +Yeah, I was fucking, but you don't get me back like that +Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef +Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets +You flamingo, showing your true colors +Heard ya'll was ducking down low when you see my brothers +But it's all good, I move from ex to next +Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks +Fat bubble, her body's like one of the best +But I don't need to say nothing, ask Kanye West +She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate +And you mad cause you played yourself, it's your fault, trick +[Chorus] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no +[Verse: Ne-Yo] +Shot through the heart, the girl caught me +Shot through the block, with him shot gun +He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun +Killah type cat, you better be glad, I'm not one +Had a couple stars up in my sky +She was my moon and my sunshine +Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy +You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one +[Chorus] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no" +"Shady[Intro] +Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad.. +You know I love you +[Hook: Intrigue] +But what I saw it wasn't me +But what I saw in front of me +Oh baby baby you was acting so shady +I thought that you were stickin' me +Another girl you're tricking me +I gotta go cause I thought that I was yo' baby +But what I saw it wasn't me +But what I saw in front of me +Oh baby baby you was acting so crazy +I thought that you were stickin' me +Another girl you're tricking me +I gotta go cause I thought that you were my baby +[RZA] +Girl you can't trick me +Nor can you stick me +You try to play slickly said you strictly dickly +But you and your friends you play the licky licky +I figured it out when I caught that hickey +Between yo' legs where your chocolate split be +Now Bob Digi gotta toss you like Frisbee +Out the window +Off and away you go +'Ain't got no time and no love for hoes, fuck +How many project sluts wanna nut or get touched? +And ramped up in the back of my truck +Or to eat the Benz up when yo' girlfriend would +Have her knees to her ears so I can slip in good +Bobby +Now walk the block with black hoody hat +Dog on the prowl tryin' to snatch the little putty-cat +They red riding hood +And I'm the big wolf +'Bout to puff off these pistols like I'm George Bush +And push push through your power-u +Goosh goosh explode my load +Have it running down your toosh toosh +Now you sneakin' around like a crook crook +Tryin' to look inside my phone book book +Bout to loose it all girl you shook shook +It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks +It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks +It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks +Hook [1x] +[Beretta 9] +C'mon man save it go ahead with that boo +Oh you take me for a fool +I send my sister for you +Claim I'm sneakin' sleepin' creepin' cheatin' you buggin' yo +Listenin' to yo' cuzin' mad because she a lonely ho +Simple fickle minded dizzy tryin' to insult I +Now you wanna go and turn around and then ask why +Peace be out bounce +Spread yo' wings fly +Me lie c'mon how? +That ain't god's style +C'mon man +You don't know me by now? +Three years in +I should of messed around but somehow +I kept it real +Girl I was ya' nigga' until +Ya switched the whole current +And if that's how you feel +Be out +Be out yo' +Be the fuck out +Hook [1x] +Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad ... You know I love you +Hook [1x]" +"Severed Heads of State[Verse 1: ILL Bill] +Let's play Dungeons & Dragons on mushrooms and acid +Like Ricky Kasso, smoke angel dust and kill these hippie assholes +Light the chemicals ablaze, relevance appraised +Venomous exchange of terrorist acclaim, inheritance of hate +Severed Heads of State in a parade of chanting Satanists +Acts of heinousness are sprinkled on our plates like bacon bits +Swallow while you raise your fist in protest +Your true emotions camouflaged like God +It's convenient like Amazon.com +And we're all guilty as charged, or just simply involved +Often brainwashed by quick money, loose women and cars +But maybe that's the way we're meant to be +Ignorant mutants for nukes +Trapped in a Matrix ruled by shooters in suits +I think we're more than that, I'll quarterback +Time to clean our house and take our corner back +Put a message in the music, this is more than rap +Or at the very least, it could be and it should be +So I gotta pay it forward cause I learned a lot from Chuck D +And Henry Rollins, college was an empty promise for me +Music's influence was way more honest to me +Or maybe that's just my excuse +Because I dropped outta high school at fourteen to pursue music +It was all a dream! +[Verse 2: EL-P] +Live in a still from the worst movie ever's worst scene +Antagonists stand proudly in the stench of all their dirt sheen +Looks like God and them forgot to take their happy pills again, scream +Cause every shisen-eater from your nightmare's getting top cream +Mud is the name you been given, shit is for dinner +Your average beginner might wanna take a fetal position +I feel that! +Nothing's promised but static and dirty conscience +Or waking up like the dawn is the start of another problem +That's real fact! +Trust me, the dustedest type of function's you having to sit there +Grumbling while dummies run the discussion +So I'm a master of the numb it down, drown the voice's choice +Every drug invented got attention from me +Desperate to avoid the noise +And I never learned a fucking thing +Except I don't know fucking shit +All that I ever had was madness +And the luck to get the chance to spit +And I'll take that! +Cause by my calculations that's as good as any day job +Thought I told you that I'm fucked +Why you surprised I always stay hard?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Seven Series Triplets[Intro] +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Uh-huh, yeah, yo +Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart +Love is a privilege and you better play your part +Don't wanna leave it to the lawyers breath +Snap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer steps +Wishing you were a boy again +Late night stand on the roof, smoke a newp +Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose +Three different colors on the goose with the boots +Maryland College basketball suits +I drive the 525 made in '95 +Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikaze +Right arm hang out the window while I steer left +Near death, slam into a deer's chest +Lights out for a second, but I'm back +Hopped up like a karate master +Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin +Come out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it +Queens +[Verse 2: Prodigy] +Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in +Head shots real precise like a surgeon +I see your heart beating through your shirt, nervous +Nigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave in +Wow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yet +This nigga done got so scared he took a shit +Then I swerved in some low key wheels +And go about my business like it never happened, chill +For reals, pop a couple pills +Cup a drink, come to think about it I feels +Like turning up the rap, ignorant, loud +Like this weed that I smoke, make a thick, yellow cloud +Perpetual payday, my money don't vacay +I'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazy +You could only imagine +But you could never fathom my intelligence, I get at em +[Interlude: Raekwon] +Oh shit, it's real like that, right y'all? +Word up man, pledge allegiance man +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be 'suing niggas +You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas +And my money, I'm collecting and I'm stepping +Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon +Hungry and angry and I'm savagery, but still +More your majesty, wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it +And I'm gon' keep you rich, so chill +Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots +Death is our game plan, new playing bullets +Come in spray cans, write graffiti all on your vest +Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy +He the best of it, put it right there, you get a check +Slang prostitution, it's prohibition +When we move shit, this is what some niggas suggest +I suggest war, and clout the fake niggas +They could move out, take no chance, you never know, ya'll +[Outro: Raekwon] +For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homies +You sit around this, you sit around the best +With gold forks and all that, word up +Y'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come +You know what it is man, it's automaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Yikes (Demo)[Chorus] +Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help +Sometimes I scare myself, myself +Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help +Sometimes I scare, myself, myself +[Verse 1] +Tweakin', tweakin' off that TCB, huh +Is he gon' make it? TBD, huh +They tryna make me run; DMC, huh +I done died and lived again on DMT, huh +See, this the type of high that won't come down +This the type of high that get you gunned down +Yeezy, Yeezy trollin' low-key, huh +Turn TMZ to Smack DVD, huh +Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too +I'ma pray for him 'cause he got MeToo'd +Thinkin' what if that happened to me too +Then I'm on E! News +[Chorus] +Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help +Sometimes I scare myself, myself +Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help +Sometimes I scare myself, myself +[Verse 2] +Ayy, hospital bed a hundred bands, fuck a watch +Hundred grand'll make your best friends turn to opps +Everybody bringin' my name up a lot +I guess I just turned the clout game up a notch +See, y'all really shocked, but I'm really not +You know how many hoes I took to the titty shop? +If she get the ass with it, that's a 50-pop +I still bring the baddest bitches in the city out +Just a different kind of leader +We could be in North Korea, I could smoke 'em, Wiz Khalifa, ugh +Told my wife I've never seen her +Once I hit it, bye Felicia, that's the way that I'ma leave it up +[Chorus] +Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help +See, this is why all the bitches fuck with Ye! +Fuck what they talking 'bout! +Sometimes, I scare myself, myself +They take me on meds, off meds—ask yourself +Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help +Ask your homegirl right now, ""Look, you had a shot at Ye?"" +Sometimes, I scare myself, myself +You'd drop everything! This why, this why +[Verse 3] +Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh +This is why your bitches fuck with me, huh +Wake up, she gon' end up on TV, huh +She gon' want that thing, won't fuck for free, huh +Someone gonna sign up for that lease, huh +She gon' have the son for deans now +Forward looking, she out at me, huh +Thought they wouldn't make it like their memes, huh +Faces I be making like a memes, huh +She want her shorty to be a meme now +I'ma give them something they can see now +Man, this ain't as bad as it seems, now +Man, it ain't as bad as it seems, huh +They wan happen to me, now +Brother, I been this way since I was knee high +Going Tom Cruise and Charlie Sheen now +My parents said I was a mistake, and a disgrace +Rake rake, fake watch, that's a wrist-grace" +"Dreamin’ Remix[Intro: 50 Cent] +Niggas crazy (keep on dreamin') +Think they gon' catch me slippin' (keep on dreamin') +I'm on point, nigga (I said keep on dreamin') +24/7, ya heard? +[Hook: 50 Cent] +Every day I dream I see you dreamin' +I cock my strap, I see you schemin' +I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' +To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' +When robberies done improperly +It turns into murder one, one, one +Move properly or get dropped, see +Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +No two-face or mean mug, no mask, no gloves +Get you in my peripheral, I'm tearin' you up +I'm watchin', you probably think my eyes wide shut +I'm waitin' for you to cross the line and get fucked +I lean in a Lotus, take off like a rocket +Got your bitch outta pocket, my hustle, you can't knock it +Got paper like Citibank, nigga, you need a loan +Got a brain, use ya brain, or get ya brains blown +Watch my watch tick tock and get popped +See my chain gleam scheme +And get met with the beam, nah mean? +I'm not a freshman, I'm a senior, yeah, head of my class +I'll put a hollow tip head in yo' ass +You tryna jam me thinkin' I'm candy +Ain't nothin' sweet, I run the streets with all sorts of heat +You tryna eat, try elsewhere, my presence is felt here +You won't need wealth here, your ass'll get melt here +Nigga, yeah +[Hook: 50 Cent] +Every day I dream I see you dreamin' +I cock my strap, I see you schemin' +I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' +To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' +When robberies done improperly +It turns into murder one, one, one +Move properly or get dropped, see +Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done +[Verse 2: Sean Price] +Ya niggas ain't maintaining, ya niggas is man-tanning +Black face, smack taste, I'll chew on your man standing +Fuck who you next to, nigga, I'll wet you +Splash vest, crash test, guess what this gat do +I'm getting upset, duke, guess I'm the Madd Rapper +First born on the horn saying, ""yo, dad, slap 'em"" +Fuck all these fuck-niggas, this is big Ruck, nigga +I'm a boss, you a ten off every buck, nigga +Ruck is a tough rapper, I got a Dutchmaster +Three dice in my hand sippin' a nut-cracker +I got the bank stop, you think broke, bitch, I think not +Twenty-five thousand dollar carpet like Frank got +Blot that shit, I'll pop that shit +That got niggas talkin' about callin' the cops and shit +You pussy, I'm the opposite, hardcore +Kevlar vest on my flesh in a large form, P +[Hook: 50 Cent] +Every day I dream I see you dreamin' +I cock my strap, I see you schemin' +I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' +To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' +When robberies done improperly +It turns into murder one, one, one +Move properly or get dropped, see +Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done +[Verse 3: 50 Cent] +Test me, you wan' die? Murder a lung now +Fresh of the projects, put ten on my neck +It's off limits, touch it, touch the sky +Touch it, I'll send you to ya dead homies to say hi +I break niggas into fractions, I'm down for that action +Talk that chopper talk 'til I come with the Colt +Then it's bye-bye, close your eyes, learn to fly +Why go through it, why try and test I? +When you know I ain't rap right, I'm strapped right +2-4-7, 3-6-5, I'm outside, steady mobbin' +I'm all in, I'm not the one you robbin' +Have me creepin', crawlin', shell cases fallin' +Bullet hit your leg, break your limb +Bullets hit your chest, make you slim +Bullets flyin', run away from them +Bullets miss you, hit your closest friend +You pussy, mane, you should've gave your toast to him +[Hook: 50 Cent] +Every day I dream I see you dreamin' +I cock my strap, I see you schemin' +I want you to try me, nigga, I'm fiendin' +To pop my shit then forever you sleepin' +When robberies done improperly +It turns into murder one, one, one +Move properly or get dropped, see +Come at me wrong and you're done, done, done +[Outro: Sean Price] +Ayo, Fif, I know what these niggas is, man. These niggas ain't tough, my G. Niggas talk 'bout they been in the streets. Yeah, you was in the streets, motherfuckers. You 'se a fuckin' human holst, nigga. You held the whole crew guns, nigga. Fuck outta here, man. You that nigga when I brought that vest I took you on the roof. Put it on your back, see if that shit work, motherfucker. You in the street, nigga. What the fuck was you doin' though? P!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Wu-Tang Reunion[Intro: Masta Killa] +My seeds grow and his seeds marry his seeds +My seeds grow and his seeds marry his seeds +That's how we keep Wu-Tang forever, baby +[Verse 1: Masta Killa] +It's good to see the Wu-Tang family under one roof +We celebrate, toasting shots, Ciroc 40 proof +Burgers on the grill and fried fish +The wiz made potato salad, greens for a side-dish +Cold water, mill and reminisce with cousins and sisters +Children on the grass playing ball and Twister +Fresh lemonade is made, we playing spades +My nephews turn the living room into an arcade +Aunt's cherry baked pie, surprise, Johnny showed up +You can tell from the smell in the air, something rolled up +It's love, peace and happiness, with the joy and laughter +Camera phones flashes, the moment is captured +[Bridge: The O'Jays] +It's so nice to see all the folks you love together +Sitting and talking 'bout all the things that's been going down +[Verse 2: Method Man] +It's going down +We rock all in together now, Wu-Tang forever now +Twenty years later we still bang whatever now +Turn change to cheddar +If I could take a quote from Obama, change is better +I vow to never let you down +Remember Meth Tical? +In my circle haters was never 'round +I'm a boss, owe that to Kevin Lile +Reunited, the whole world excited +Wu-Tang is for the kids and people and girls invited +[Hook 2: The O'Jays] +Family reunion +Got to have a family reunion +Family reunion +It's so nice to come together +To get together +I wish grandma could see +The whole family +I sure miss her face +And her warm and tender embrace +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +I miss my grandmother, my auntie and Unique Ason +I knew Dirt was high when he had that face on +Fangs hanging out his mouth, his fronts was golden +Wilding, record execs can't control him +He said ish like me and Mariah +Hit me, woah-woah-woah, that's fire +Still no matter what we gon' rep the name +Look at your family, we got twenty years in the game +[Hook 2: The O'Jays] +A family reunion +Gonna have a family reunion ooh, ooh +Family reunion +It's so nice to come together +To get together +[Outro: RZA] +Aye yo +I'd like to make a toast to my Wu-Tang family +All over the globe +East coast, west coast +All my brothers in the hood keeping it good +Peace to the Gods and Earths +All my Latino brothers +My Asian brothers, my Caucasian brothers +Wu-Tang ForeverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Don’t Judge[Hook] +They be tryna judge me +I thought that they loved me +But they don't really know me +Please don't judge me (don't judge) +Don't judge me (don't judge) +They be tryna judge me +They don't know my story +They be wanting to hate me +Don't judge me (don't judge me) +Don't judge me (don't judge me) +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Loyalty was the key to these street niggas (let's get it!) +Chains, cars, cribs, since a kid I used to think I was Meech nigga +Starving, crib full of family I can't sleep without balling +So I watch D Rose play (often) +Aunty died from cancer so I rap to keep the laugh +I'd rather pray when I'm alone instead of giving shit to pastors +Daddy gone since I was a in pampers +He get out when I'm in pampers +Old and a dead man, hand still on the hammer +Niggas talking 'bout they my mans and we friends +Where you was you at when that man with that lanz offered me ten? +Shackled up, with the niggas that we hit with the fan +Eating shit that we gathered in blan +President still black, I hope he change shit +Niggas out here fifty, doing the same shit +When he say he got my back he ran quick +Don't judge me +I know the streets love me +(Yeah, talk to em) +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Dope dealers, cold killers, day 1 niggas told nigga +Half them killers told on em +Had my chopper and road with em +My mouth close though +I can't snitch on a nigga pillow talking to ops and hoes bitch of a nigga +Summer nights, all them drugs made me kill shit +I lost so many niggas if they die I don't feel shit +Been on IG with me man, just to feel rich +Them niggas who snaked, I kept it real with it +And they ain't loyal though +Mind of a psycho twelve posted on light poles +Soul cracked to the light though +Going crazy I might though +RIP who I cry to +Hold my head on cause I got to +Yeah, I'm loyal nigga +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Bump[Chorus: U-God] +She get down right crunk, ahh +She love an east coast thug, right +She got a down south bump, ahh +She looking nice iced up, now +[U-God] +All that I know is I rock and roll +Do you tell, I got hellafied breathe control +Let it go, get bowl, strip clothes +Slip slow, down to the poles +Dip low, get dough, let put these dollars between yo legs +Bounce off the walls, careful on my balls, cuz they fragile as eggs +Got rhymes for days, heatwaves, that's what you want +I'm that Kid with the Golden Arms, In the all black Saint Laronz +He bowls, he flaws on these broads, miss, put on yo lip gloss +So much junk in yo trunk, a monster dump, keep breaking my stick on +[Chorus] +[Hook: U-God] +Bump-bump, yo body-body, bump yo body-body +Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body +Bump yo body-body, bump yo body-body +Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body +[U-God] +She's a cold dirty dirty, a cold dirty dirty +She gets right down to it, owww, she's a flirty +She's a fly young lady, down talk to strangers +She lives in Atlanta, rock platinum danglers +She's so outrageous, she's such a freak +She throw that game, better bow to her feet +She shake that ass, you want that sex +She so independent and she wants her respect +[Chorus] +[Hook] +[U-God] +I know what type of girls I like +Big bump on the motor bike +Better tell her, I'm going fast +Better tell her, hold on tight +[Hook] +[Chorus] +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Chasing Dreams[singer] Chase your dreams... +[R.Report] It's the R-O-B +[E.Tualo] Rob Report +[R.Report] with GZA +[E.Tualo] and Esera Tualo +[R.Report] Yeah, yeah, Genius... +[singer] Dreams... chase your dreams +[R.Report] Diamond Willie, Mega Raw +[E. Tualo] Back to reality +Genius, one time, yo +[GZA] +Yo, in these dark streets, life is never complete +Lords escape from those who strictly Play IV Keeps +Neighborhood; poverty stricten +Spin and Tell like Charles Dickens +The witnesses are sickening +I seen some aquitted with the wildest crime commited +While my brother faced life and never did it +Even in High Tide, they throwing brothers off the boat +In the streets, without a vest, it's hard to stay a-float +She wrote a note, before she *sliced her throat* +Couldn't live without her son, who was killed for his coat +I closely examined, physical branden +Witnessed myself standing in a land struck with famine +Multiple homocides from atomic wars +The aftermath, poison in lakes and reseviors +Thoughts spin, I narrowly escaped Hell's Gate +But only in the physical state +Chorus: singer +I knew a girl who wanted to live The Fast Life +(You're living too fast, baby) +Now the pain cuts like a knife +(You're living trife) +Chasing her dreams instead of reality +She lost her way +And nowhere can save her from the danger +Until she finds her way in Heaven +[Rob Report] +GZA, I got a similar story to tell +'bout the teenage adolescence of this kid named Will +An ex-coroner played the {*censored*} +{*censored*} +Young black and hispanic kids be stressed over +React against the world with rude behavior +In this present year +My search for hunger and ambition is crystal clear +While my young brothers seem to chase dreams +I be gunning down my wildest fantasies +[Esera Tualo] +I be escaping fiends, making cream +Ill kids tried to stick me for the green +Seen things that'll make your head spin +Instead *fuckin* stairways to Heaven make my eyes sparkly like a gem +Where your heart has been? Confiscated by the dark +[R.Report] shorty use a *gun* and spark +Now we's in the street with the heat taking life apart +Seventeen years old, drama unfolds +Missing You like Puffy and Sting, now let them names ring +Chorus {2X} +[Esera Tualo & Rob Report] +Chasing dreams for the cash and cream +It seems some of us are fiends +For them luxery things, supreme sting +Losing lives while we out for the green +Stairs to Heaven shine like they diamond rings +[singer] +Chase your dreams, don't get lost in reality +Cause your dreams will be your savior +And take you all the way to Heaven +Chorus +[Esera Tualo] +Nothing can save you baby" +"We Don’t Care - Explict[Cuban Link] +Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P +Latins Goin Platinum baby! +Yeah yeah, yeah.. +Uhh, year 2000 +Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) +We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry) +(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry) +Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) +We rock the party and.. +YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun +My fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover +The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler +Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler +Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular +Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us +T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby +So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy +You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT? +With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE +Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT +In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK +If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK +It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP +Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS +She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK +So nigga WHAT? +Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link +[Pun] Tear the club up! +[Link] Cause we don't care +[Pun] E'rybody strip +[Link] Yeah we don't care +[Pun] Shoot the place up! +[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) +We don't care (nuh-AH!) +We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) +[Link] Yeah we don't care +[Pun] T. Squaders +[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care +[Pun] Fuck you nigga! +[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) +We don't care (nuh-AH!) +We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) +[Big Punisher] +Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props +I got to have it +Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past +Was ?? a fourth of they asses +Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls +Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws +My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver +And holdin the Glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot +Baby better head for the hills, my niggas wild for the night +My lead ready to peel this shit really real +My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill +My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill +No survivors, ?? Godivas or roses and flowers +Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders +Don't ?? ??, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama +I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow +You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge +Carter kids stuck to the projects +Go ahead keep checkin that mall +And me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips +Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it +Yeah when are you gonna buck shit +??? ???, ??? this mug shit +Chorus +[Cuban Link] +Uhh.. +Yeah.. +Big Punisher.. +Cuban Link.. +Terror Squad.. +Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way.. +Anything goes.. +The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Pissin’ On ’Em[Intro: Big Mike] +Lil, Lil Kim +It's called Pissin' On 'Em +You know what we doing here +Let's go Big Mike +[Chorus: Lil' Kim] +Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em +Spittin' on 'em +Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em +Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em +Spittin' on 'em +Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em +I just shitted on 'em +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +All these bitches is my pets +I keep a tight leash around their necks +Bitches try to bite take their ass to the vet +Put 'em right to sleep like they popped a Xanax +Uh, yeah, I be shittin' on 'em +Spittin on 'em +Kimmy go in, I go extra hard +I swipe your whole life with my debit card +[Chorus: Lil' Kim] +Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em +Spittin' on 'em +Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em +Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em +Spittin' on 'em +Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +The Lamborghini turns into Megatron +Got 'em blue in the face, A-a-avatar +I be shittin on 'em, diarrhoea +You bitches lookin' burnt, gonorrhoea +Same bitches throwin' shots, but tryna be her +I guess it's all politics, Condoleezza +I'm the first lady, Her Majesty +Raps royalty, bitch now you work for me +[Chorus: Lil' Kim] +Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em +Spittin' on 'em +Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em +Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em +Spittin' on 'em +Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em +Yeah, I just did it on 'em +[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] +All you clones had your shine like cubic stones +Now the show's over, Jenny Jones +Toss 'em in the lake like Ricky bitch +And I stay on this money, like a pyramid +Yeah, I've been about a cheque, hoe +You stole your whole swag, you worse than a klepto' +I just blow 'em kisses, X 'n' O +Got 'em sick to their stomach, P-p-pepto +All you bitches is some bums +I feel your cup up with change +You hoes should be rappin' on the number four train +The price of your mother's house, I paid for my Range +Uh, and that's a autobiography +I swear these hoes be obsessed how they copy me +Laxative flow, I'm shittin' on 'em constanly +And I leave a stain like I ain't wiped my ass properly +Ew!" +"Still Not a Player[Intro: Joe & Big Pun] +Oh +Ooh, yeah +Don't wanna be a player (TS) +[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] +I don't wanna be a player no more +I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot +But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for +For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas (Don't wanna be, don't wanna be) +I don't wanna be a player no more +I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot +But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law +Who's down to fuck tonight? +[Verse 1: Big Pun] +Ayo, I'm still not a player, but you still a hater +Elevator to the top, hah, see you later +I'm gone, penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks +In-house beach, French comtesse, 10 thou' piece +Rent-out lease with an option to buy +Coppin' a 5 or Benz for when I'm not far up in the sky +Puffin' the lye from my Twinzito +Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens nicknamed Perico +We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs +Now we reached the peakage, runnin' trains for three days +Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar +Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla +Mama, I'm thick, huh? I'll rip my prick through your hooters +I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers +Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin' loot +But I'll knock that boot if you out to get koofed +[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] +I don't wanna be a player no more +I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot +But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for +Uptown, baby, uptown +I don't wanna be a player no more +I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot +But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law +Who's down to fuck tonight? +[Verse 2: Big Pun] +I love 'em Puerto Rican to blackberry molass' +I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the ass +Long as you show class and pass my test +Fat ass and breasts, highly intelligent bachelorettes +That's the best, I won't settle for less +I want a ghetto brunette with unforgettable sex +Now lay your head on my chest and feel my heartbeat +We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep and just spark the leaf +It's hard to creep since I found Joe +Every pretty, round, brown ho wanna go down low +But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know +Once I put the blows, get your clothes, 'cause you got to go +I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere +You nasty, Twin, I don't care +'Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns +Thick tongue, known to make the chicks cum +[Bridge: Big Pun & Joe] +Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly +Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', ""Punish me!"" +But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked +When I stick it even Luke be like, ""Don't stop, get it, get it"" +Up in the hot tub poppin' bubbly +Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', ""Punish me!"" +But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked +When I stick it even Luke be like, ""Don't stop, get it, get it"" +[Chorus: Joe & Big Pun] +I don't wanna be a player no more +But Big Punisher still got what you're lookin' for +I don't wanna be a player no more +But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law +Who's down to fuck tonight? +[Outro: Joe] +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +No more rollin' with an entourage +Unless it's Pun and the Terror Squad +Beatin' niggas down somethin' silly +Joe and Big Punisher +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morena +Boricua, morenaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Coon Picnic (These are our Heroes)Nas: ""This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are +Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our +Heroes."" +[Hook: Nas] +Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB +Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's? +Never got Emmy's but were real to me +Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels +Cause they said they played they parts well +Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail +Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel +Whitey always tell him, ""Ooh, he speak so well"" +Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro? +The acceptable Negro -- hell nah +But they say, ""These are our heroes"" +[Verse 1: Nas] +Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play +Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud +But there's somethin' they don't say +Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay +From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe +First he played his life cool just like Michael +Now he rock ice too just like I do +Yo, you can't do better than that? +The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? +Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back +Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you +You turn around then you shit on Shaq +Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes +He love a little butt crack, got enough cash +Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you +To do something for the youth, stupid spoof +But you let them use you as an example +They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Nas] +You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles +But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through +But what's your excuse, dude? You talk Black +But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque +You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface +You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe +Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it +Huh, and in the end we all got dicked +These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot +Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks +Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout +Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson +Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them +Nicky Giovanni poetical black female +Jim Brown to the people who sing well from +Fela to Miriam Makeba +The mirror says you are the next American leader +So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records +These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records +Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC +But next year, who knows what we'll see? +Ha-Ha, these are our heroes +[Hook] +[Nas:] ""Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know +The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard +Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Big up +To Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Tay Diggs +What up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit +And ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit."" +[Male Heckler:] ""Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though +Homie? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at +All that paper. Drivin' around like a playboy in +My hood. What type of shit is that?"" +[Overlapping dialogue] +[Nas:] ""I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please +Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I +Got a plane to catch. And I love you back. Ha-Ha +Yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE."" +[Thug Heckler:] ""Come on man, give back to the hood. Cocky +Motherfucker!""EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Never Lettin’ Go (The Stalker Song)Yo what you doing here huh? +(Hi I thought I'd drop by so nice to see you) +Nice to see you too okay +(It's been too long) +Yeah you can leave now +[Verse 1] +Kanye that nigga with heavy dough +Roll dro and a chevy low +Told a long time ago you can't fuck every ho +Whether in Jamaica or Cancun, Mexico +Baby don't be scurred, shake that ass like Mystikal +We got physical now she calling and beeping +Call when I'm sleepin, call my girl claimin we creepin +Bitch you nuts, look I only fucked you once +How you gone get the message, I ain't called you in months +Acting like Super Dave with them dumb ass stunts +Talking bout girls I could get her whatever she want (Whatever I want) +I'm like girls like you be wanted for warrants +Stalking of course, alone on the phone disguising your voice +Got your girls asking for Kay on the three way +Talking bout (You can't call a bitch on her BDay?) +Hmm, Tanisha its over with stop playin +Nah nah it's over. (So what you saying?) +Look you gotta bounce. (I don't wanna fuck with you) +(Get your hands off me!) Bitch I ain't touching you +Stop, Chill. Relax. okay +You know what she told me? +[Hook] +I'm never letting go +Never letting go +Never letting go +I'm crazy about you +(No you just crazy) +[Verse 2] +You believe this ho, pop up everywhere I go +Pop up at the show, pop up at the grocery store +Pop up in my kitchen like, ""Oh you wash dishes here?"" +Pop up in my bathroom, ""Oh you take pisses here?"" +Listen here we gone need some distance here +(Where I'm gone go?) I don't care, just disappear +You ain't my main bitch not even my main squeeze +Anyway, how the fuck you get a set of keys? +First she used them on my crib, then she used them on my whip +And wrote on the side, ""Kanye you ain't shit"" +You believe this bitch? Man, did you see this shit!? +Did she just knock my windows out on my Escalade? (Ha yeah nigga!) +That's a twelve fuckin' hundred dollar estimate +She must've took off all yesterday just to hate +Restraining orders ain't stopping her +She the reason caller I.D. so popular +Across the street now with some fuckin binoculars +Screaming at the top of her lungs, ""I'm never letting go!"" +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +Had enough of the stalker shit got to put her in line +Count back from ten when I got to nine I grabbed mine +Before I gotta do what I gotta do after blue she lying +Like ""Nigga you put your hands on me for the last time"" +Tried to get you over your uncles to come and jump me +Take my cash and punk me +With my ass and trump me +I stump them fuckin chunkies +Just look at yo niece +She beat her own ass and called the police +(Pregnant with his baby yeah he still getting rough with me!) +And to my crib scuff me up and put the cuffs on me +My momma dropped that five hundo and got me out of custody +Girl left a note on my door (Nigga don't ever fuck with me) +And all the time I got to thinkin that I'm the man +Hottest nigga on the block and shit I got a fan +I'm like a swole nigga thought that he could lift the van +Somebody please come and take this bitch up off my hands! +You don't understand, man +[Hook] +Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, all the same, all the same +All want a nigga with a chain +Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, all the same, all the same +Want a nigga whippin that range +Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, all the same, all the same +Want a nigga banging they brains +Uh oh, uh oh, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes" +"Notorious K.I.M.[Intro: Lil' Kim & (Notorious B.I.G.)] +What? +Here's another one +What? +(Uh-huh uh) +What? Uh! +Here's another one +(Uh-huh) +Uh! Uh! +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +Live from NYC, it's Q.B +The heavyweight champ, female MC +Girls say they different but uh see +In all actuality, they wanna be me +This chick running around with this stink ass gap +And them fake ass raps having panic attacks +You ain't a star +And your record company know that +How you make all this money, get this far and blow it +I'm a businesswoman now so I'm not concerned +I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your Firm +If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you +I'm getting money now +Them bitches in the hood they can have you +Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit +For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen +Better be careful what you say to me +That same shit you shit +I'ma make you sniff +[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +Uh, uh, uh, uh +Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG +Get it, Shyne tryna sound like him when they rhyme +You ain't a murderer +Nigga, please come off that +I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped +Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga +You dumb ass nigga +Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path +Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass +Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail +I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float +We gangsters +Real gangsters b +Gun in the green room up at BET +We gangsters +Real gangsters nigga +Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter +We gangsters +We gangsters bitch +Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich +[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh +[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] +Uh, uh, uh +The moral of the story is this +You ain't queen bitch +And you ain't BIG dick +Now I'm pissed niggas on some ""10% Dis"" +Well shit I'ma break it down like this +Lot of rappers in this game +That's cool but uh +Only one of us could rule +You see its sort of like being in school +I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience +And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes +You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes +You local bitch I'm worldwide +Can't you see? Open your eyes +I got you by a landslide +Y'all mad cause niggas love my style +Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child +Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie +All my real g's do the gangsta boogie +[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O +U-S, you just lay down slow +Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh" +"New Body V2[Intro] +Oh my God, Ronny! +[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West] +Can't wait to see your new body +Don't be actin' like you don't know nobody +Nobody count on your new body +(Every new body, old dick don't count) +I'll be the first one to hit your new body, woah +[Refrain: Desiigner] +You growing up tonight +I'm growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +I'm growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +On that new body, old dick don't count +One new titty, those tits don't bounce +Want, gonna do six, no bounce +Gotta run it up before the sun on our account +Fuck on the thot, we ain't runnin' without the stacks +Your friends need an ass so we checkin' my account +One false account, I gotta check it for the stacks +[Incoherent mumbling] +[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West] +Can't wait to see your new body +Don't be actin' like you don't know nobody +Nobody count on your new body +I'll be the first one to hit your new body, woah +[Refrain: Desiigner] +You growing up tonight +I'm growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +I'm growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Funny how the problems is the situation +You and her are somethin', now on vacation +Going for the son, like the vacation +Two weeks here is like a stay-cation +Take facetime, wanna stay patient +What they gonna do, huh, stay ace huh? +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Can't wait to see your new body +Now you're actin' like you don't know nobody +You said that no body count on this new body +(Old dick don't count, these titties don't bounce) +[Refrain: Desiigner] +You growing up tonight +I'm growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +I'm growing up tonight +We growing up tonight +You growing up tonight +We growing up tonight" +"Unstoppable[Verse 1: ILL Bill] +I put the motherfucking gangsta in the game +Destroy you like cancer of the brain +I can't be stopped +I'm faster than the plane that crashed into the Trade Center +Brain-bender, pain enter your nervous system +And make you wanna turn the other way +Stick yo fucking head in the dirt, don't even look in my direction +You define trash, I personify perfection +High-beaming on the highway driving benzes +Crime scene looking like a homicide convention +You walk around with a dick in your mouth +Don't ever let the Kid Joe take a shit in your house +Trust my judgement, I make bitches lie to their husbands +At my crib on the cell phone crying they love them +Nobody's fault, it's all good as long as nobody's caught +Jealousy put bodies in morgues +Hungry for money and coke, put hotties in porn +Won't stop till I put Uncle Howie in Forbes +No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now +No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now +[Verse 2: ILL Bill] +I've had my ups and downs, dealt with cunts and clowns +Major label deals, I've been fucked around +Spent years money dangling in front of my face +Instead of blowing the spot, Bill was running in place +Paid mad dues, shows, made hundreds of tapes +Sold drugs, studio time, my gun in your face +Look at me now, Non-Phixion running the game +Kings of the underground and we loving it man +Yea I'll punch you in your face when I'm out on tour +When we was with The Beatnuts, I could count about four +Different occasions I had to lace a kid, cold duffed em +One dude bought me a drink after I snuffed em +Promoters talk out the side of they mouth +Till they spitting they own teeth out the side of they mouth +Even the bouncers was scared of us, calling for peace +While the fagget that got his head cracked, called the police +Ill Bill be the mother fuckinf future, it's easy to tell +Fuck with me, I'm a see you in Hell +The Unfuckwittable achieve the impossible +'cause there ain't no stopping the unstoppable +No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now +No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now +[Verse 3: ILL Bill] +I found your lack of faith disturbing, now my acquisitions and mergers +Streets are your executions and murders, these goons are worshipped +Like mythological Gods beating impossible odds +Comparable in the hood to killing thousands of cops +Pass the good and the bad, take it straight to the ugly +Made in New York, it spread now we raping the country +Stay with the vest, triple X, pistols and sex +Money and murderers connect, equals instant success +Ripple effect, we invest, legitimate businessmen +Court rooms to ball rooms expanding the business plan +Listen, man, I'm old fashioned +Fuck taking a ""no"" for an answer +Kidnap the family and hold em for ransom +We getting dough y'all, it's the jump off +Either you get with us or fuck off +An unstoppable force on a rough course +We success, fuck with me you fucking wit the best +Fuck who's on top, cause I'm a lot hungrier than them +No matter how hard you try, can't stop me now +No matter how hard you try, can't stop me nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Round My CityRidin' round my city 4x +[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +White chalks and black outs +We be dyin' so young +Murder rate chasin' tha birth rate +In this city I'm from (Yeah nigga) +Fingerprints all on tha duck tape +And his palm on tha gun +That's what they told him, but they lied +And that nigga, he sung +Where I'm from, cum thicker than blood +Niggas turn on they thug +Get in they ear, these niggas turn on tha plug +I'm from tha mud where it get funky +Ride or die, me & Donkey +Promise boy, you don't want it +Don't [?] why, we walk up on ya +In my city, they ride or die +Boys off H and 11-5, lil' nigga strapped ain't scared to die +Make you ask me where I'm from huh +It's bigger than dis crawfish +I'm tellin' you it's raw shit +Baton Rouge Vs Everybody +Bet Baton Route murked everybody nigga +[HOOK] +Ridin' round my city 2x +They ridin' round my city +Ridin' round my city 3x +They ridin' round my city +Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride +Ridin' round my city 2x +They ridin' round my city +Ride round they city +They ride round my city 3x +Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride +[VERSE 2: Snootie Wild] +North Memphis where I bang at, hang at +Nigga get wrong, leave him dead on tha pavement +Dread head affliate, nigga I'm a shotta +Hot like pasta, all black like tha mobsta +Hatas ain't loyal, bitches ain't loyal +Tha bitch fuck ya best friend, he workin' wit' them boys (Damn) +Now you need a lawyer +Couple money orders +Tha streets used to love ya, but now they don't know ya +Ain't no pity in gangsta city, oh lordy +Murder, murder, murder what them young niggas knowin' +Ima OG, so Im gon' have to show ya +Fuck it, I'll die tryin' +Why a nigga show 'em why I +[HOOK] with AD LIBS TIL' THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Still SlavesYeah, yeah +Uh huh +It's just another war story from a thirsty young hustler +[Verse 1: Prodigy] +Yo, you could spend your whole lifetime hating on P +You can't stop my flow just watch how I eat +All the bacon, all the bread, all the cheese +Observe as I drop me another one of these +While you running your lips, I'm gunning the transmission +In some shit that's real expensive +While you're telling the world you point of view +The facts still remain, it's time for my crew +Yeah time for the dunn shine +Just look at how blind the over the truth +To set for your mind +Yeah the truth hurt don't it +Your origin is diseased, my origin is Godly +The Gods must be crazy, for leaving me to deal with this mess +All this pain and stress, fuck it they're paying me +These crackers, calling me on kinds of niggas for years +They wiped the Indians out, they're crying crocodile tears +Because... +[Hook] +We still slaves, we still slaves +I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay +They took the chain off our neck and put it on our brain +They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brain +We still slaves, nigga we still slaves +I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay +They took the chain off our feet and put it on our brain +They took the chain off our wrists, put it on our brain +[Verse 2: Prodigy] +They've spent over a thousand years hating on P +But they couldn't stop me, I manifest destiny +Of the young black youth, and blacked out coupe +Niggas on their grind to buy a little food +We the kings of the Earth, God is a black woman +That nigga on that cross, I don't know him +But I know this, the size of our nose and our lips +Our ass, the titties, the dicks, our pretty black skin +Proves we superior +Really hate to brag but look what you did to us +That's why I'm iced out, the lifestyle +Of a million dollar menace, until they put my lights out +Nigga I put the kite out, fuck a war in Iraq +There's a war right here for soul power +And you don't even see it all in front of your face +Until them bodies tally, now you want to pray +We say, don't let Armageddon hit +We gotta get rich first, then you can blow this bitch +But when you really think on this shit +I'd rather have my soul than have all these riches... +[Hook] +We still slaves, we still slaves +I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay +They took the chain off our waist and put it on our brain +They took the chain off our neck and put it on our brain +We still slaves, nigga we still slaves +I'm a slave for that dough, I'm a slave for that pay +They took the chain off our feet and put it on our brain +They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brainsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Intro - Get Em Boosie[Intro] +Minor setback for a major comeback +[Verse 1] +Look at how the wrist glow along with a sick flow +Bitches hitting switches on my dick like a '64 +Swisha sweet, full of dro, no need to pull a ho +Every hole in her body she tryna make my dick go +Fit so high, most niggas steal it out the Gucci store +Kicks so fly, I really like 'em so I'm buying four +Been had swag, hoes been sweating me since '94 +Get my Frank Lucas on, furry hat, minx coat +Pink loc', light up my room like I'm a rainbow +She know, she getting down that's what she came for +Cocky and confident, I'm street, what I'mma change for +Keep a dime piece but only eat on my main ho +Champagne Range but I ain’t lift up the doors though +Platinum credit cards, feel addicted to bank rolls though +Gangsta everybody know, gangstas be at every show +Niggas say they gangsta but if you gangsta what you tell 'em for? +[Hook] +Get 'em Boosie +Get 'em Boosie +Get 'em Boosie +Get 'em Boosie +[Outro] +Minor setback for a major comeback1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +I Got ItFive foot six nice size dick long ass hair you can pull my shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy +"Deep End[Verse 1] +Look what you done done, yeah +Play with my heart and told me it's too bad +And then you hit me up +I'm tryna talk, you told you hit you back +It's crazy how you drive me brazy +I think I finally met my match +I try to let my mind navigate me +And end up bringing me right back +[Chorus] +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been giving me no reason +But I've been drowning in and sinking +Falling in the deep end +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been looking for a reason +But I've been crawling in and reaching, ooh +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end +Falling in thе deep end +Falling in the deep end +[Verse 2] +You tеll me I'm wrong +'Cause when I'm right it only makes you mad +But you want what you want +But how come I always want you bad? +It's brazy how you drive me crazy +I think I finally met my match +I know that this ain't how my mama raised me +But I done got too attached +[Chorus] +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been giving me no reason +But I've been drowning in and sinking +Falling in the deep end +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been looking for a reason +To dive in all up in the deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end +[Bridge] +Falling, yeah +Falling, yeah +Falling, yeah +Falling in the deep end +It's crazy how she drive me brazy +I think I finally met my match +You saying you don't want to see me +And then you keep looking bad +[Chorus] +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been giving me no reason +But I've been drowning in and sinking +Falling in the deep end2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I Call It Whateva (42 Bars)[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Hey! +Look up baby, they write my name in the sky bitch +Don't forget the baby is what I tell her prolly +Don't forget the liquor store is what I tell the driver +Twenty dutch masters and straight level vodka +I can pedal backwards and still move forwad +Look under the matress, you might find four of 'em +I can go though the atlas without tourin' +I can fuck an actress and never been in movies, chea +I'm a cutie +An offspring of mamas beauty +I did overtime, I took papas duty +I'm a man in every sense, I got sense +Since I got rich, I got tents on every Bent +Since I know tension come out them like vents +I vent, and show no relent, money well spent +I'm a hell raiser, blaze a L +Right in front of the laws +I'm tougher than ya'll +Never really had a pop, so I never had to check in +But I get enough checks, I fuck around and check him +Look, check him out, these is Evisus +America ain't even let them out (ha ha) +I'm feeling great, I'm steppin' out +Take ten out +Brrraagh, chest is out +And I don't leave parapaliegics +I squeeze it +Until I see your spirit rise with my own eyes nigga +I'm on mine nigga +I got this like a bitch got time nigga +And I'm the dime type +And I'm walkin' in the lime light, still like lime +They talkin' in hinesight, I'm right now +I pull up on your shawty like SKRT +Tryna hop up in this Maybach, I walk way back girl +Come up out that gear asap girl +Whisper in your ear thats Wayne pussy, say it back girl +Now she in th whip wit homes +He listenin the same songs I fucked her on, yea +I lay back, I'm comfortable, yea +Weezy baby boy, lazy boy, yea +I did my service in the Navy +Now I'm just a veteran, they forever pay me +Dig me like a shovel +Mama I'm a rebel +I come from under that rock and turned into a pebble +Baby I'm trouble, so turn up the treble +You say it's clever +I call it whatevaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"RoboCop (Live from VH1 Storytellers)[Verse 1] +'Bout the baddest girl I ever seen +Straight up out a movie scene +Who knew she was a drama queen +That'd turn my life to Stephen King's +Up late night like she on parole +Checking everything like I'm on parole +I told her it's some things she don't need to know +She never let it go +Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok +You will never stop it now +You never stop it now +Ok, Ok, Ok +You will never stop it now +You need to stop it now +Drop it, drop it +[Verse 2] +Just looking at your history +You're like the girl from Misery +She said she ain't take it to this degree +Well let's agree to disagree +Shorty kind of crazy but it turn me on +Keep it up enough to keep it going on +I told her it’s some things she don't need to know +She never let it go +Ok, ok, ok, ok +You will never stop it now +You never stop it now +Ok, ok, ok +You will never stop it now +You need to drop it now +Drop it, drop it +[Hook] +Cause I don't want no Robocop +You move is like a Robocop +When did you become a Robocop +Somebody please make her stop +Make her stop, stop… +Somebody make her stop, stop… +And we won’t stop +I’d like to welcome everybody to VH1 storytellers +I go by the name of – Kanye, West +You could’ve been anywhere in the world this evening, but you wouldn’t be as happy as you are right now +No, you wouldn’t be as happy as you are right now +We’re gonna run through some of the new songs and some of the old songs +And tell you where the whole thing went wrong, and tell you were the whole thing went wrong that forced me to write these songs +For my love, my love, my love +My love [3x] +That spoiled little LA girl, you just an LA girl +That spoiled little LA girl, you just an LA girl +Oh you're kidding me +You must be joking +Or you are smoking +Oh oh you're kidding me +Oh you're kidding me +Haha that was a good one +Your first good one in a while +Your first good one in a while +You need to stop it now +Go ahead and stop it now +You need to stop it now +You know, I really like that part of the album +When I said +That was a good one, your first good one in a while +‘Cause I love Tenacious D and I listen to them all the time +And I feel that was the closest I got to like a real Jack Black moment +And there was a lot more that I said, I said +We got to the movies and we laugh at different jokes +It went on and on and on and on… +But I just narrowed it down to: +Spoiled little LA girl, you just an LA girl +Spoiled little LA girl, you just an LA girl +Spoiled little LA girl, man I love these LA girls +These LA girls, man I love these LA girls +Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok +You will never stop it now +You never stop it now +Ok, Ok, Ok +You will never stop it now +You never stop it now +Cause I don't want no Robocop +You move is like a Robocop +When did you become a Robocop? +Somebody please make her stop +Make her stop, stop…" +"Kill The NoiseEpisode 1: Kill The Noise +Welcome to the exploration. Today we will set our sights on a familiar adversary: distraction. Together we will begin our quest to kill the noise. Before we take off, we need to ground ourselves. +I want you to find a chill environment. Sit down in a very comfortable position. Plant both feet squarely on the ground. Place your hands together or rest them gently on your knees. Now close your eyes. Now we breathe. Inhale through your nose and slowly out through your mouth. Continue with patience. Match my flow. Feel every inhale. Every exhale. Flow in. Flow out. +Distraction. For some it’s a rare burden. For many, it’s constant. Think about the distractions that surround you and stifle your creativity. Sometimes it’s the people or things around us—you know, family issues, or crazy coworker, or phone that’s blowing up in your pocket. Sometimes the distractions pop up inside your own head from your own poison thoughts. Or ill-time ideas that steal your focus. Shit, I have them myself. I may think I want this track to be doper than the other track, or my lyric could be better than the next emcee. That competitive pressure can stagnate you. Each new distraction makes us feel less in control. We create chaos, and at times, it feels like we’re completely surrounded. I’m not gonna tell you that you can escape or ignore the chaos. That’s fiction. I’m gonna show you how to embrace it. +My approach to life has been to find order in chaos. I think of myself as the sun at the center of the universe. And in my solar system, I’m surrounded by distractions. All that shit is just planets, asteroids, and comets—spinning around me or flying past me. Think of the things in you life that stifles progress or heightens your anxiety. Observe what crashes into your orbit: noise, work drama, negativity. See them all as little planets, asteroids spiraling towards you. They feel like they have an impact, but remember, you are the sun. You have the power to put all that peripheral shit on notice. +In this moment and in the moments ahead, when your mind wanders, I want you to pause and identify the nature of the distraction. Irritation? Anger? Humor? Curiosity? Recognize each time something enters your orbit. Acknowledge it. Note it. Categorize it. And let it return to its own orbit. You have the power to act on it later, but for now just take notice. Again, acknowledge the distraction. Not the emotion that it causes. Then watch it drift away. Let it be that asteroid that fizzles out, or the planet the planet that floats in the distance. This is how you exert your gravitational force on the chaos around you, take note of it, and then just let that shit just keep on spinning alongside of you. +Alright. Now as we slowly return from our exploration. I want you to think about remaining in the center of your solar system. Stay as the sun. Maintain the planets around you. Now open your eyes." +"HShe will[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Young Money! +Yeah +Four +Ahem! +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I tell her, ""Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga!"" +I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her +Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less +I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet +Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness +So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness +What goes around comes around like a hula hoop +Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful +Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet +I tried to pay attention but attention paid me +Haters can't see me: nose-bleed sеats +And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap +I rock to the bеat of my drum set +I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet +But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit +Now jump up on that dick and do a full split! +[Hook: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, ""Baby, it's real."" +And I say, ""I ain't doubt you for a second."" +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here +Baby, you know the deal +And she bad, so maybe she won't, ugh +But shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, yeah +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will, ugh +Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now +She will, she will, she will (Ugh) +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I tell her, ""Now go and pop that pussy for me!"" +Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me +And you could take it to the bank and deposit that +Put your two cents in and get a dollar back +Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack +I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back +I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine +Eat her 'til she cry—call that ""wine 'n' dine"" +Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses +They say, ""Choose wisely,"" that's why I was chosen +Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault +Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off +Now, I like my house big and my grass soft +I like my girl face south and her ass north +But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit +Now hop up on that dick and do a full split! +[Hook: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, ""Baby, it's real."" +And I say, ""I ain't doubt you for a second."" +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off +And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal +‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't +Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +Maybe for the money and the power +And the fame right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +[Outro: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, ""Baby, it's real."" +And I say I ain't doubt you for a second +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it) +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal +(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising) +'cause she bad, so maybe she won't +Uh, but shit then again maybe she will +Carter 4 Tunechi +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will +Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now +She will, she will, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will +I think I love herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Not Tonight (remix)(with Missy, Angie Martinez, Da Brat, Left Eye) +{dice shakin} +Uhh {dice thrown} yeah +Uhh, here's another one, and another one +Yeah +Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee +Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim +It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic +The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice +Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right +Yo I just made this motherf**ker up last night +And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team +Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise +But on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone +So if you say it's on then it's on +Bang this in your whips +Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists +Here's a french kiss *kissing sound* +I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth +Make you dance, ooowwww +I stay focused, in the dopest +Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless +And toke this, I ain't lye-in +Niggas tryin to knock me off, keep tryin +All it takes is one phone call to my street team +Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay +Set It Off with the eighty-fitay +Y'all missin the buck, with the f**k +Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches +Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest +It's the rap Mae West to Q-B +And I got all my sisters with me +Chorus: +Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +Verse Two: Left Eye +Uhh, never the one, packin a gun +Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat +I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs +Getcha back up on the right path +Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on +From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint +Booty shakin with the glass in my left one +Right hand sayin step-son +To me my girls is fancy fly bitches +Too my niggas straight snitches, to them other chicos +Lady pimp ain't havin that shit +If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes +Strictly a bell ringer +Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer +I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin +To the top and it don't stop +Chorus +Verse Three: Da Brat +Y'all see, how these bogus niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches +Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches +If it's, too hot then get the f**k up out the kitchen +Niggas dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me +Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic +Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click +Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust +And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors +Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me +Playa phony niggas be buggin, I can tell +Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys +Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's +Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys +F**k the police keep my wallet obese +Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin +Straight from the Chi +Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high! +Chorus +Verse Four: Missy +Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ? +I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track +You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks +What I look like? +Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh +Check it out, uh huh, yeah +Oh what a night +You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike +I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes +Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite +I gotta catch a flight +Aheheh, round three and shit +Niggas can't see us from Elektra to Undeas +Aaaaoooowwww niggas wanna be us +Heh I'm out he, ooh +*ladies night, ladies night...*" +"Freestyle (Takin’ It To The Streets)[Intro: 50 Cent] +Yeah word to B.I.G. man, you niggas have some audacity +Sell four mil' then you're half of me +Get off my dick on this shit, I know y'all niggas copying my style +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +They stay at home all alone in the zone off of 50 shit +That gangsta music, that makes 'em wanna grab the chrome +And just roam on they own +Then do it how the gangstas do it, aye +[Verse: 50 Cent] +You niggas want problems you're welcome +Frank's not around anymore, New York's mine +Blood set, Crip set, gangsta respect +I give niggas the green light, ya get ya whole crew wet +You've been rappin' a long time you ain't got chips yet +You had that ounce a whole week, nigga you ain't flip bricks +Before I leave the crib I make for sure I don't forget shit +Mac, check, clip, check, vest, check, I'm ready to roll +It's no contest, I'm the coldest from the East +Niggas mad I'm doin' good so I wake up to new beef +Niggas sayin': ""yeah, I know 50 back when his name was Boo"" +""When he used to pump rock on that roof, before he blew"" +Then when they come through sayin' what's up, I'm like: ""who are you?"" +We ain't never made no money together then we ain't cool +Cocaine, baking soda, pot full of boiling water +Teach ya how to cook crack, nigga, how ya like that? +Turn a buck into a stack, man I mean a G stack +Just took you from three-and-a-half to fourteen, you peep that shit +Deep shit, keep shit on the low nigga +We roll shit, smoke shit, pass the dro nigga +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +They stay at home all alone in the zone off of 50 shit +That gangsta music, aye, that makes 'em wanna grab the chrome and just roam on they own +Then do it how the gangstas do it, aye +[Outro: 50 Cent] +Yeah man, keep it real gangsta like, you know what I'm sayin' +November Fourth, G-Unit album in stores +November Fourth, G-Unit sneakers in stores +It's goin' down like that you know what I'm sayin' +Silverback guerillas in the concrete jungle baby +You gotta love itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Major Distribution[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] +I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more +I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw +I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor +Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin', go tell the Crips I’m Blood +Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuck +I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas +Come through 2012 XJ on niggas +I'm an apex predator, nigga, I'm stronger +Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya +Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off? +Why the fuck would you be repeating that? +Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June +Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jay? +I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw +I got that morphine memories, I've been breaking the law +I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama +I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama +Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas +I smoke all these niggas for this bread +[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] +I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more +I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw +I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor +Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy +[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] +I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed +5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah +I'm trying to put this shit away on the low +I need a hit a day, think you better get away +From my, oh, my, I got a birdie that'll fly +From Cali to Kingston, back to NY +Snoop's smash the kush, from 5 to 9 +Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high +Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal +G's with the trees and the C's on my level +5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart +Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge +But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese +Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G's +I got it, always kill, always will +Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that? +[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] +I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more +I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw +I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor +Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy +[Verse 3: Young Jeezy] +5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing +Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing +Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin +Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin +Guess that's the life of a yay' flipper +Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper +Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man +Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans +All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging +Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging +Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table +Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table +Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I’m gonna split it +The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet +Less Soda, more water, stretching like it's elastic +Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah +[Chorus: 50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] +I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more +I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw +I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor +Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy +[Outro: Snoop Dogg] +Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie. Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Izzy izzy ahh - amended versionI pulls up in my strech, I let my homegirls flex my 9-8 +Close and closer they follow in my Limo, playin' CD's +Of when I used to heeehee totally in my ass chicks +They sweat these beets, for any kinda jeeps, you know how +I is, so freakin' hot that I siz, geewiz, get my clothes taylored +Like I'm liz, miz, I'm comin' for your ass in a min, seconds or hours +Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers, I cruise these beets like +I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer, some of ya'll MC's mad I got the power +I hit you with the pll pmm uhh +Take that, niggas wanna step well um uhh take +That, what mmm uh uh take that +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe +Timberland where you get the doe +I'ma get my niggas +Niggas go and get ya hoes +Flows to me, come so natural +I'ma take a stroll role this high droll +I'ma take my ass to pazzaz and essoh +Slow oh down diggy diggy doh +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +You never heard beats like this before +When me and timberland walk throught the door +Our style be tighter then before +You like our steelo +You never heard beats like this before +When me and timberland walk through the door +Our style be tighter then before +You like our steelo +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Zizah zizah zizah" +"Hot Boyz (amended version)[Missy] +This is for my ghetto motherfuckers +Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? +Oh, check me +[Lil' Mo] +What's your name, cause I'm impressed +Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less +You a hot boy, a rock boy +A fun toy, tote a Glock boy +Where you live, is it by yourself +Can I move wit?you, do you need some help +I cook boy, I'll give you more +I'mma fly girl, and I like those +[Missy & Lil' Mo] +Hot boyz +Baby you got what I want +See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps +And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps +Nothin?cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's +Hot boyz +Baby you got what I want +See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars +And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce +Playin?hardballs wit?them Platinum Visa's +[Lil' Mo] +Is that your car, the SK-8 +Are you riding alone, can I be your date +Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me +Got some friends, can they come too +Can you hook them up wit?some boyz like you +A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy +And I like those +[Missy & Lil' Mo] +Hot boyz +Baby you got what I want +See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps +And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps +Nothin?cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's +Hot boyz +Baby you got what I want +See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars +And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce +Playin?hardball wit?them Platinum Visa's +[Missy] +Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets +Dig in yo' wallets +Is there money unfounded +Yeah, you got my heart poundin?You a hot boy, drive a drop boy +With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy +Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?These diamonds I抦 needin? make you believe it +I want alot boy, with a hot boy +Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy +[Missy & Lil' Mo'] +Hot boy +Baby you got what I want +Won't you really come and satisfy me +I be lovin?you like endlessly +(Everyday all day) +Hot boy +Baby you got what I want +Won't you really come and satisfy me +I be lovin?you like endlessly +(Oh, yes I will) +[Missy] +Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps +And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's +And the Jaguars, and the fly cars +Where you at? +Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps +And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's +And the Jaguars, and the fly cars +Where you at? +[Lil' Mo'] +Yeah yeah, yeah yeah +Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) +Hot boyz, I like 'em like that" +"Back in the Day[Intro] +""Brothers and sisters! +Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!"" +[JAY-Z, Missy] +Whassup, Missy? Timbo! +This is.. another.. Missy Elliott (Hip-Hop! Yes!) +Exclusive (Yes, uh) +[Verse 1: Jay-Z] +One for the butters, I came from the gutter +No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean +Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans +Me and Missy be the new Tag Team +""Whoomp! There It Is"" +We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz +We ""Public Enemy #1,"" our ""Uzi Weighs a Ton"" +This is our house, Run! hahaha +[Missy] +What happened to those good old days? (Huh?) +When hip-hop, was so much fun +Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (C'mon) +And no one, came through with a gun (A guh-un) +It was all about good music y'all +It helped to relieve some stress (Huh?) +Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (Y'all) +So much love between North and West +[Hook: Missy Elliott] +Go back in the day +British Knights and gold chains +Do the prep and cabbage patch +And wear your laces all fat +Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey +Hip-Hop has chaaaanged +[Verse 2: Missy] +Remember when we used to battle? (Uh huh) +On the block before the lights came on (Yeah) +Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (Come on) +If we did our homework, like we knew those songs +Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E +D.M.C, and Heavy D +Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (Oooh ooh!) +MC Lyte opened, doors for you and me, c'mon +[Hook (JAY-Z)] +Go back in the day +British Knights and gold chains +Do the prep and cabbage patch +And wear your laces all fat +Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey (Young!) +Hip-Hop has chaaaanged (J. Breezy, let's do it again, nigga) +[Verse 3: JAY-Z] +Rough, the way it oughta be +From day KRS-One all the way up to Nineteen Naughty Three +To M.O.P., we Cold as Ice +Nigga, we rock it from the ""Dre Day"" to the Suge Knight +So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly +If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally, nigga +Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city +Make a nigga wanna holla like Missy, but fuck it +Just let a nigga MC +The best rapper alive, unquestionably +If you riff on your EP, you gonna need an MD +So you gots to chill cause I kill at will +Like solid water dude; y'all niggas don't get it +""Kill at Will,"" solid water? Ice Cube +Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved +Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God +[Missy] +Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova +I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissin' drunk or sober +Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH +I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT +Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln +C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA +Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin' +C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA +[Hook: Missy Elliott] +Go back in the day +British Knights and gold chains +Do the prep and cabbage patch +And wear your laces all fat +Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey +Hip-Hop has chaaaanged +{*ad libs and whistling*} +[Break: Missy] +I wanna, go back in, time (let's go) +Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time +Feels like I (Y'all remember ""Self Destruction""?) +I wanna, go back in, time +(Where all the rap artists got on a record together?) +Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time +(I used to love them days, no tension, let's go!!) +[Hook: Missy Elliott] +Go back in the day +British Knights and gold chains +Do the prep and cabbage patch +And wear your laces all fat +Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey +Hip-Hop has chaaaanged" +"Outro[Verse: Missy] +Check it +See I don't wanna say that this is the end +I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin +Hip-hop is a freedom of expression +Not a freedom of depression +Can I make my one suggestion +Look at how we're labelled gangster rappers +Is that their only impression, wake up +Rap is a craft, art and a rap of sport +Something like a game of basketball can't be taught +But yet we accept the name thug, like that's fly +See how they covered our eyes +Give us names to separate us +Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us +Say what, I'm done talking +Mary J. Blige, let 'em know this is not a test +I hear you calling +[Hook: Mary] +What you hear is not a test +I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat) +See me and my crew and my friends +We're gonna try to move your feet (move around, move around) +See I am Mary Blige (yes I am) +And I'd like to say hello (thank you for inviting me) +To the black, to the white, the red and the brown +The purple and yellow (everybody) +But first you gotta, oh, but first you gotta" +"Siri[Intro] +Mike WiLL Made-It! +Ear Drummers +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust these bitches +Haters praying for my downfall, at least they're religious +People in Hell, they want rainfall, your bitch just want these digits +I feel like I'm on her payroll how she pay my ass a visit +We put both iPhones on silent, both iPhones on silent +I only answer for my niggas, careful with that dialogue +Man, my house ain't got no house phone +My flip phone is a chip phone +Got a prepaid and that bitch on, but still, I use my bitch phone +'Cause I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust my SIM card +I got Siri talkin' dirty to me, tryna make my dick hard +I got Tunechi on my ringtonе, my children on my home screen +I choke you with thе phone charger +Sold more crack than my phone screen, let's go +Fur floor mats, I'm bare feet, nigga +100K a week, that's a bad week, nigga +I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga +Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, nigga +But you never know what you never know +Nigga sell you coke and it wasn't coke +Hang 'em off the building and let 'em go +That's how you make a statement that they should quote +I seen death around the corner +And I lived right by the corner store +I'm a hot boy, I'll burn your hand +I'm a real life Untouchable +I run the show, I run the show +Sell anything but my soul +And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs +That touch my wrist come with button holes, for real +Smokin' on the good +Killin' these hoes like Blair Underwood +Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit, I swear to his lucky foot +Ever since he died of jealousy, I've been looking for a cure +You see, my daddy had that work, now they watch his son get to it +And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls +If niggas buyin' I throw out some numbers to 'em +Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em +You need more, just call my ho, I gave her phone number to 'em +'Cause you know +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +Pull up in that thing with Stunna, paint it period red +Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid +Let's go +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I can't trust my iPhone (Nope), .44 on my thighbone (Huh) +You can have the eye of the tiger +I'm the one the tiger better have his eye on, okay +Fussin' with my redbone (Bitch), hang up when my high gone (Why) +Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh +Assault rifle, now mouth off +Some niggas make it all the way to the top and ball too hard then bounce off +Like my homeboy, let his bitch cook the work and it came out wrong +Almost beat that ho to death, I had to call my plug and vouch for him +'Cause I ain't even got an ounce for 'em +I keep running out on 'em +Everybody gotta eat, just try not to leave the mouse crumbs +.223 right here, this to keep the whole house warm +Then I skate by one of my hoes house, girl, I gotta use your house phone +'Cause she know I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust that Samsung, I think Sam the feds +Cocaine, pour the twenty-eight gram buffet +Turn your block into a police ambulance parade, let's go +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Woo) +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Pull up in that thing with Stunna (Yeah), interior red (Tell 'em) +Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah (2 Chainz, boom, boom, boom) +[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] +Hello? (Hello?) +Most of my niggas from the ghetto (Ghetto) +Through the concrete grew a rose (Grew a rose) +Petals smellin' like gun metal (Bah) +Smoke a joint the size of a limo (Yeah) +My girlfriend wearin' stilettos (Yeah) +My wife don't like when I call my girlfriend my girlfriend +She think she's special (Tru) +I whippin' and flippin' the extras (Woo, extra) +Fucked that bitch off a text message (Damn) +You know what it is when you fuck with the kid +I got medicine all in my beverage (Lean) +Look at your watch, it say my time (My time) +They callin' my phone like a hotline (Hotline) +I'm about to switch this shit up (Shit up) +Got a metro for my thot line (Woo) +Got to crip walk on the outside (Yeah) +Whip the same color apartheid (Yeah) +On the phone kickin', pimpin' +You know I surround that bitch out like a chalk line +Ooh, Siri backwards spell Iris +I ring, iPhone don't work on this island (True) +AK smilin' as I pose for a threat +All these bad hoes in here, we need a pole in this bitch +If they're quick to pick her up, I cut that bitch like a machete +I might overdose on shrimp scampi in Italy, I'm like +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red +Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"LilDurk2x[Intro] +It's two of me +It's two of me +[Chorus] +I'm just doing me +I got my gun, you got your gun nigga +You and me +I can't do shit for free bitch +I'm doing me +I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself +I swear I do it like it's two of me +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah +[Verse 1] +Two Glocks, two bitches tugging on my Johnson +I'm like 2Pac, I'm in the A with thugga thugga +Free Guwop, I share my last to with my brothers +Bring two pops, my DJ on the E-Way and he smokin' (moon rock) +My shooters don't hesitate, I told all my niggas we elevate +Get money, fuck bitches, it's better days +Pull up in a coupe, back from 88 +We grew up some screw ups, never get money and stay the same +Hate is real, so if you're a hater get time just stay away +I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade +I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade +I fuck and your tore off the lean and purp, put in my surp +Bitches be getting it tricking wit me you try to rob +I'ma put you on a shirt +[Chorus] +I'm just doing me +I got my gun, you got your gun nigga +You and me +I can't do shit for free bitch +I'm doing me +I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself +I swear I do it like it's two of me +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +[Verse 2] +Two cups, I don't give two fucks +I'm flexing too much, hundred thou in two months +Nigga shoot some, you better do some +And if I call for that ish you just know two coming +Pop a wheelie on a bad bitch, two hoes fucking from Miami +Need two bricks to feed the family +Need that kit to feed the family +Got two choppas for the family +Got some hoes from Alabama +I don't love these hoes, I know it's too random +Bitches be fucking from money, need a check +And I rob nigga for that check +Nigga don't get no respect +Bitches be on me, they fucking who next +Bitches too thirsty, they can't get a check +And I got twenty two thou on my neck +[Chorus] +I'm just doing me +I got my gun, you got your gun nigga +You and me +I can't do shit for free bitch +I'm doing me +I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself +I swear I do it like it's two of me +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times +I'm Lil Durk two times yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Rock’s Theme - ‘Know Your Role’[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +I smell it +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +I smell it +Come on, come on +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +Yo, finally The Rock has come back +Layin down the smack on your monkey crap candy coated ass +Enter the squared circle with the Great One +Most electrifying moves, don't change the station +Children and their children, they all chant +With the millions upon millions of Rock's fans +Get ready for the square dance, here's your chance +For a can of ass whooping, from the People's Champ +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +Jabroni, check yourself, you don't know me +Jabroni, go back to the gym, you're too bony +So you want a piece of The Rock? Make you crumble +In these Wrestlemanias, kid, we Royal Rumble +Telling us that Raw is War, what the hell you think we came for? +Just to play with these whips and chainsaws? And sharp glass +I'll shine them up real nice, turn them sideways +And shove them up your candy ass +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +Yo, yo, this is it y'all, Summer Slam, Summer Sam'd out +It's Thursday Night Smackdown, there's No Way Out +Now you got a problem, with the Brahma Bull +Time to throw Rock Bottom +Ain't no way to stop him +See the People's Elbow, ignite the crowd +Into a feeding frenzy, they want blood now +Chinlock and chair shots, suplexes, legdrops +Finish with the People's Elbow and sign it Rock +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +[Method Man] +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +If you smell what The Rock's cooking +[The Rock] +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking? +Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?" +"Shake Yo Money Maker[Hook] +Shake your money maker +Don't break the money table +Take the money, baby +Do your thing +Ooo boy, if you love it when I shake my body +Hop on the train and get right behind me +Shake your money maker +Don't break the money table +Take a ride on the choo-choo train +Ooo boy, if you love it when I shake my body +Hop on the train and get right behind me +[Verse 1 - Ms. Tee] +Boy, I like the way you make me dance up on the floor +When the song go up, I nod my head, I wanna hear more +I wanna rock, my ? body +I wanna move, my ? body +All my girls, ? a bar +Don't matter if you're big, fat, skinny, or small +Let's work, work, 'til the early morning +Let's get high, 'til the break of dawn +Everybody, just move your feet +All you ladies, come and shake your money maker with me +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Up in the club on the Hennessy +Fake booty clowns are shakin' on me +I can barely stand up +I can hardly see +I drank it down and hit the VIP +Love when we hit the back +You let me hit from the back +And back to floor, lookin' for more +I ? shorty at the bar +I might as well ? +?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Tell Me What You Want*[?] tell me what you want +What you want? +Like don king kongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"One Blood Under W[Intro: Junior Reid] +Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood +Blood, blood, blood +You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle +You coulda come from Fire House or +You come from Tower Hill +One blood, one blood, one blood +[Verse 1: Masta Killa] +I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven +Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid +I walk with a slight lean from the weight of my heat +Givin a green to shine infra-red beam +At the street traffic light recorders +Takin pictures of our corners +Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em +The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window +We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan +With plastic faces and rubber hands +Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim +How dare you call the Gods in vain +Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came +To Earth, feet first +I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum +No questionin to the session, I walk with gun +The magnum'll bust his head from many directions unknown +Another statistic, change the ballistics +On the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow +Scrape the craters of the brain for data +Old scriptures on withered paper +Beginnin take shape and form +When the Gods get on it and crash your college dorm +[Hook: Junior Reid] +You coulda come from uptown, or you come from downtown +You coulda come from outta town, or you come from 'round town +One blood, one blood, one blood +The fussing and fighting +The tribal war, racial war +Cause blood, blood +[Verse 2: Masta Killa] +Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first +Unrehearsed raw footage part 2 for you +I give this dedication, project elimination +Here's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve +I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream +Here's jewels to live by +Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed +Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe +A bomb only has one time to explode +When I break I'm takin everything +Turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes +Behold this return of the Invincible Tone +Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume +Who gave the order to bust 'em? +Don't ask this is Genuine Draft +Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical +Comin back, to attack in black fatigue +Wu-Tang and Junior Reid +[Bridge: Junior Reid] +You coulda come from Lebanon, or ya come from Iran +You coulda come from China, or ya come from Japan +One blooood, one blooood, one blooood +[Hook: Junior Reid] +You coulda come from uptown, or ya come from down sout' +You coulda come from outta town, or ya come from ‘round town +One bloood, one blooood, one blooood +The fussing and fighting +Tribal war, racial war +Cause bloood, blooood, bloood +[Outro: Junior Reid] +Mothers fighting daughters every day +Fathers fighting sons +Sisters hating sisters +Rappers getting murdered, every day +You coulda come from Lima, or come from Georgia +You coulda come fire outside or come from Hawaii +One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood +You coulda come from Brook-a-lyn, or you come from Bronx +You coulda come from queens, or ya come from Jersey +One bloood, one bloood, one bloood +You coulda come from Long Island, or ya come from Philly +You coulda from Canada, or ya from from over south +One bloood, one bloood, one blooodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Workin’ Em[Hook: Fee Banks (Lil Wayne)] +That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me +That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me +She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me +She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me +I be pimpin them hoes, I be pimpin them hoes +I be pimpin them hoes, pimp-pimpin them hoes +(I be workin them bitches, I be workin them bitches +I be workin them bitches work workin them bitches) +[Verse 1: Wayne] +Weezy F. Baby, the mothafuckin Carter +Bitches on my stick but my name ain't Harry Potter +In fact I'm very hotter, your girl say the same +And since we like to travel, she let us run a train +And my defense put me in the Hall of Fame +I make her turn over every time we play the game +""My boy Wayne"", ask them niggas how I came +In a Ferrari, Jaguar switchin both lanes +Living room in the kitchen on a plane +I get from A to B so comfortably, I +Do my thing, y'all niggas so plain +I'm so fly, call me Soul Plane +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Wayne] +To him, I'm a killer, to her, I'm a lover +I always wear a mask, and I always wear a rubber +Yeah, I'm from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs +They love a nigga VIBE, so thats why I got the cover +My nigga Mack Maine is like a brother from another +We from the same hood, we will kill a motherfucker +We eat you niggas lunch, and to bitches I'm supper +She ask me to go down, I'm like, ""As long as I fuck her"" +I wear I lot of diamonds, see baby I'm a stunna +So ride a nigga dick, for a baby-bear Hummer +And homie, you can have her, cause I don't really want her +You put the dick in her, I put that dick on her +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +I'm hotter than fire, she wetter than a bitch +These niggas really pussy, and I'm harder than my dick +I show too much love for you to be a hater +I ain't home every day, but I'm gettin' my paper +I know what's going on cause I'm the creator +And since I'm so early, I holla at 'em later +I sound like sex comin' through the fader +Bitch, I'm the president, not the mayor +[Hook] +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +That was a Fee and Weezy Baby collabo4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) [2020 Remaster][Intro] +One, two, one, two, you taping this? +All types of shit, yo, let that shit ride +Word to mother, turn up the microphone +Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (One, two, one, two) +One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two +Now niggas know +Shit, yo, yo, check this out, check this joint +This is strictly for the radio, yo +I just want all y'all to know +The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy +They grew up cursin' +So please respect my style, please +[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh +Oh, shit, nah +I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina +Here comes the medical examiner +One verse then you out for the count +Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount +Yeah, yo, I'm sorry (Come on) +I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina +Here comes the medical examiner +One verse then you're out for the count +Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount +Wake you up and then I ask you +How do you intend this +Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous? +You shouldn't bother this +Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless +I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco +Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco +And MC's start to vanish +I rolled up on a jet black kid, the nigga started speakin' Spanish +Yo, you wasn't from Panama +I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said, ""Suntanima"" +He responded so fast, you made me laugh +Hahaha, scared your ass +Kick the hundred strongest rhymes +Then I brought out the punk in him +Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms +Told him enter the Wu-Tang +Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any shit you bring +I watch your ass take a big fall, why? +My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball +And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler +You try to do me for my nigga, I'll change to Hitler +I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin' ass stayed +Home and play Yahtzee +Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Potsie +With Ralph and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killer] +Yo, Unique, yo, kid +Check this shit out, yo, yo +Ninety-five niggas is wasted +Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted +Foamin' out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese +Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease +It's not magic, gaming is the gadget +World classic big national high attracts dear graphics +Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show +Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome +He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention +The nigga that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen +Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist +I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual +I plant crimes inside vocals +My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof +Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin' dream +Shuttle and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga (Yeah) +[Interlude: Samples] +Back but forgot the chainsaw +And when I perform a massacre +Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular +Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang? +Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang +Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain (Say what?) +I'm the one man army, Ason +I never been tooken out +My mama taught me this shit +And my daddy learned from my mama +Which is good, which is good (Sweet sugar pie) +I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop +Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two +Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo +That a— +[Outro] +Shame on you when you step through to +Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo +Shame on you when you step through to +Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo +What? My nuh +Shame on you when you step through to +The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo +Shame on you when you step through to +The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo +To the West coast +To the East coast +To the North coast +To the South +When you take North, East, West, South +Put it all together and it spell news +Then you got the ol' rhythm, bastard blues +And you don't stop +So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker +[Spoken] +Listen up +Represent +How do we do? +Everybody, you know, number one is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' hangout, yeah +Man, come on, man, with that bullshit +It's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house +Fuck is going on? Niggas from Brooklyn know what the fuck is... like that +Niggas don't yell like that +Motherfuckers, it's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house +Shit, and uptown in the motherfucking house +Yo, fuck that shit +Shit is live... +But yo, I, what I can't understand, man +A nigga's gotta get drunk... +Ol' Dirty, I got my Brooklyn Zoo niggas here tonight, know what I'm sayin'? +And these niggas ain't no motherfuckin' joke... +What the fuck do you think... +Give me some love, nigga +Yo, check it out, yo +I will get busy for y'all niggas and leave the rest to Matt, know what I'm sayin'? +But a nigga is sober as a priest and a nigga gotta get drunk first +So y'all keep continuing this bat shit +Yo, I wanna give enough respect to everyone that's coming here doing this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? +'Cause yo, my man Brandon over here +He gon' have shit goin' for y'all... +Niggas gotta go, keep it real +Niggas gon' get drunk, niggas gotta go +Why the fuck you like it when you fuck a nigga up sometimes and shit when you, when you drunk +All you can see is fucking light, man, that's all I know and that's all I see +And you move the fuck over there +Yo, yo +Yo, I been... thank God I'm here, man +But yo, I been around here for fifteen fucking years, man, know what I'm sayin'? +Niggas come into this rap game and shit +And motherfuckers actually think this fucking rap game is a fucking joke +Let me explain to y'all about how the fuck rap is +See, rap to me +Is like my bitch, right, my bitch +She fuck another nigga +And I get mad and I wanna kill her, the bitch +And I wanna kill the nigga +See, this is how you must step up to the motherfuckin' microphone" +"Creepin’ Through Your Hood(Intro, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana]) +Swisha House baby +[Juelz Santana] +Ya boy Paul Wall +[I mean, I know it's a lot of hater on yo side] +Yo I know they over there hatin on your side too +[Oh yea, but'chu know we don't give a fuck about them niggas, man] +Fuck 'em +(Hook, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana]) +We don't give a fuck about you +We tote big guns, front, we'll pop you +[We be] +[Creepin through ya hood] +[Creepin through ya hood] +[Mask low, mean mug, creepin through ya hood] +(Verse 1, Juelz Santana) +I'm down and I'm dirty with this +I'm down to get dirty, ya bitch +Aww man, aww damn +The pound is just hurtin my hip +Fuck with me +I'll show you how them pounds and them birdies get flipped +Play around clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest ditch (Ey!) +He like, yeah I don't give a fuck about who (bout who?) +I'm like, we don't give a fuck about'chu ('Bout you) +Hat low to the front +Lean back, smokin a blunt (Ey!) +See that button? Hit that, dope in the trunk +Nope, coke in the trunk +Nope, both in the trunk +That gun is on my hip too, I been hopin you stunt (Yup!) +You don't want my niggas creepin through ya hooood (Through ya hoood) +You don't want my niggas creepin through ya woooods (Through ya wooods) +You don't wanna see that pistol in ya face, homeboy +You don't want my niggas leavin wit'cha gooooods (Gooods) +So don't play like that (Don't) +Don't act like that (Don't) +If you ain't like that (You know) +(Hook) +(Verse 2, Paul Wall) +I got them windows tinted, five-percent +Presidential limo tint +I can see you, but'chu can't see me +Two-twenty-three with extended clip +Them fifty shots gon' set it off +So fire drill, bitch drop and roll +Gimme that watch, gimme that chain +Empty them pockets and pay the toll +I hang with killas out on parole +Catch ya cut, run and hide +Evacuate, murder-for-hire +Kinda like Omar from the wire +We'll chop ya up like garlic cloves +And cook ya ass, like Elmer the chef +Take ya last breath, put on ya vest +But I'm aimin at'cha head boy, not'cha chest +Now pack the iron, I'll start'cha dyin +Hit them legs and crease ya up +Then I hit the spot with a bad bitch +That'll slob a knob and piece me up +And when ya wake up, in the morning +To the sounds of them choppers roaring +I wear the heat, just like Alonso +We'll leave ya whole family in mourning +I'm in the hood like wig shops +I'm on the grind, on the block +Posted up like Yao Ming +In a low post, I'm on the box +We'll chop ya up like a Screw tape +And have ya hollerin like the Opera +But with my side-kick goin off +I ain't talkin about no T-Mobile partna +(Hook)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Tick Tock[Intro - Nas] +Uhh yeah yeah yo +It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks +Comin' through better hide your wristwatch +Because niggas well live they shits pop +Hey hey +Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock +Light a L baby let the Crys' pop +Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday +[Verse 1 - Nas] +5'8"" with double-X-L pen saggin' blunts draggin' +But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street +One way is where blood money coke and homicide leap +The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet +Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete +So you can be an architect design appartments and shit +Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip +Soon as I'm on the set I'm never on a chick I play it cool +But still ain't pussy muscles get wet it's just the booze +Check my niggas, what's the gossip, what's the word +Puff some herb, all I see is niggas runnin', chin shots +All I heard, dip behind the car, see somebody on the ground +Ambulance came and got 'em they start calmin' down +Now it's back to the same old shit, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit +In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip +Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up, scream that I'm dyin' +I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are +Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah +[Hook - Nas] +Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks +Comin' through better hide your wristwatch +Because niggas well live they shits popped +Hey hey +Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock +Light a L baby let the Crys' pop +Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday +[Verse 2 - Prodigy] +It's like this nigga +It's on, toilet up for me, roll that shit big +While I reveal the story of a wild street kid +Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit +The spittin' image of how I live +Well first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks +I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen +Keep your mouth closed and your eyes and your ears wide open +Gangsta, I soaked it all in, my first ammo was a one shot +Deuce deuce, had my pockets full of bullets I was real loose +Thug parties out in wave crash always got shot up +Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up +No wonder we bugged out it gets so frantic +Niggas aim on the fight, we cut yo melon +Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull +Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit fuck it we was broke +Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this +He said: P you gon' wind up dead +You and Hav' real good with that music shit +You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind of the street +And it stuck in the back of my head, though +I still did my little bit of menacin' +Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight +Like these things really happen niggas get cut up +I put it in my rappin' +It's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale +It couldn't get more graphic I'm so trail +I said it's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale +City you havin' let me touch that ass +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Pretty Mami[Intro] +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go +Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know +Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show +Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... Yeah! +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... +[Verse 1] +80k a show, 100k a show (Alright) +Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden? +Walking with my .40, and my money showing +Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain't foldin +Boy, I am not slow, you hate on the low +You was still at home, I was on the road +Know that I'm a dog, I'm bad to the bone +Dior my cologne, smoking gas it's strong +Leave me alone, stop calling my phone +Already know what you're thinking lil baby, girl, oh what up though? +She said ""Uzi baby, they ain't got no dough"" +Why you're so dope? Yeah, you oughtta know +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... +[Verse 2] +Boy you took that L and we can see that +Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Daredevil could see that +Pockets giant just like Andre, addicted, let me do three stacks +I get money, fuck your bitch, stay real, ooh, that's three facts +Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that +Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don't relapse +She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing's tapped +Diamonds all up on my pinky, think this thing's tap +I do not fuck with these niggas, man I mean that +Woah, money envelope +I was just so broke, I didn't have hope +Now I'll let you know +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Cost +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... Yeah! +[Outro] +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go +Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know +Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show +Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I'm rockin' gold33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"2 Many Say They Drillin[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Too many say they drillin', niggas ain't even killin' +You shootin' not killin', Lil Durk start hittin' +Free Theo BD, Dayski, RIP Moe and Tayski +Fuck dissin', get with me, in traffic or period +'Fore a nigga come up missin', aye Bra Bra no he in it +He got beef put me in it, Tay Town, 300 +These shots whoever want it, you say you got it man +Your lil niggas baloney and my lil niggas hungry +FTO say that two times, I say that shit a few times +All you niggas female, the real niggas locked down +Two of my guys got shot down +""Who did it?"", Can't talk now +""Who did it?"", Can't talk now +""Who did it?"", ""Who did it?"" +I can't say no names, you know the feds listenin' +It be the drillers who be locked up in the feds snitchin' +He trickin' they bitches, get loud and be slippin' +No attemption just murder, shoutout my nigga Murda, L's +[Bridge: Lil Durk] +Shout out to Lil Reese man +Lamron +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Me and my niggas thirsty, catch em' and show em' no mercy +Hollowtips in this .30, all of our guns dirty +Anybody can get it, play with me you will get it +All of my broskis with it, push his cap back that fitted +Off the shits now I'm in it, 300 I been with it +Don't run my mouth to bitches, leave that up for the bitches +On the pot and I whip it, put it out, handle business +Handle my own business, merk him, don't leave no witness, L's +[Outro: Lil Reese] +You know how I rock Lil Durk +Let's get it broskiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Like Me (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Never loved, never loved +Never loved another nigga like me +Cause she know I got that good wood +I wham and I bam and I juug-juug +She leave out my house on a good foot +I hit her ass up with that Worldstar +I Lollapalooza her good spot +She swallow the kids I say, ""good God!"" +Even though she'll make a good mom +She say she never met a met a good nigga +I say I never met a good cop +She suck on that dick like a Push Pop +She get mad as hell when I pull out +She knows that there's only one Tunechi +She be like ""Weezy, I love Tunechi"" +I be like baby, don't confuse me"" +Then I play with that pussy like a Rubix +Between me and you she call me, ""Sexy chocolate"" +And I swear that pussy like fudge to me +She say, ""Come over and come get it"" +She say, ""Cum on me, cum in me, cum through me"" +Cause she ain't never been dicked down +She don't know how that feel +She ain't ever been licked down from her earrings to her heels, Lord +She ain't ever been in a big house +I gotta watch her so she don't steal +She ain't ever been with a millionaire +That's really one in a mil'—Tunechi! +[Hook: Jeremih] +She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss +She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost +She don't know about love, she don't know what that is +She don't know about riding round and spending it like this +(Now she wanna fuck) +Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me +Now she wanna fuck +Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me +Hit the club with a nigga like me (Yeah) +Do drugs with a nigga like me +Fall in love with a nigga like me (Zoovier) +And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me (Ayy) +[Verse 2: Fetty Wap] +Bitches scream OTF for Lil' Durk (OTF) +They scream ZooGang for Zoovier (Zoo Gang) +Won't you ride with a nigga like me? (Skrt) +Get high with a nigga like me +Cook pies with a nigga like me, ayy (Skrt) +Won't you be my trap queen? (Ooh, ooh) +Juug with me and stack it (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh) +Young niggas with racks mane +We gon' make this movie baby we not acting, ayy +Just turn around and back it up, let me see you clap it, ayy +And you ain't never rode in a foreign, you got me laughing, ayy +And I won't ever bring his name up 'cause he past tense, ayy (Ooh, ooh) +Zoovier from the ZooGang I can get you passed it, ayy +And I swear on shit get at and bring that cash in +I'm a young nigga racked up and I still be trappin' +And I'm trying to give it up but it's a habit +And she love a nigga cause I'm different +And plus I told her how to get it +And ever since she's been winning +I'm the one that she wants, get with it +My choppa will tear up his kidneys +[Verse 3: Lil' Durk] +VV Chanel +A nigga like me just can't go ahead and tell (Nah) +Tell them pretty bitches with a attitude +I do wish 'em well +I want her, I see her I'm on her +My niggas, they on her +I got her, shawty's a goner, they smoke like a stoner +Shawty take it off like a (Mardi Gras) +When she take it off I'm like boo stop +I can put a bitch all like (Worldstar) +She go when I bust I'm like (Girl stop) +Can't take it, let's go out to Vegas (let's get it) +It's more like a Vegas me and you together (Together) +I know they can't take it you know they gon' hate us (Yeah, ah) +Let's pull up ridin' in [?], call it bubble off +Got Wayne and Fetty Wap on the remix shit finna bubble up (Bubble up, bubble up, bubble up) +Ever since I got on, I done blown shit twice call it double up (Double up, double up, double up) +For my niggas that are gone and ain't here right now +I'ma double cup, yeah yeah yeah +[Hook: Jeremih] +She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss +She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost +She don't know about love, she don't know what that is +She don't know about riding round and spending it like this +(Now she wanna fuck) +Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me +Now she wanna fuck +Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me +Hit the club with a nigga like me +Do drugs with a nigga like me +Fall in love with a nigga like me +And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me +(Meeee, meeee)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Save Me Dear* rapping over Freddie Scott's ""(You) Got What I Need"" +[Intro: Freddie Scott sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Uh... you got it (baby...) +Uh... you got it (uh-huh) +[Ghostface Killah] +Her name was Kim, this light skinned girl from Shaolin +Stood by my side when my world was caved in +She cooked for me, fix me up, plus made me happy +Every time she told me she loved me, I said, ""no backsies"" +I was fucked up in the game, migranes +No money in my pockets, all I had was a chain +.45 stainless, it got so deep I threw the heat to my dome +She said ""If you shoot, you ain't the real Pretty Tone"" +Baby, come home, you not alone, be strong whether right or wrong +Our bond is even more stronger when the light is gone +Say, ""Yo, Starks relax, you know I got the hot water runnin +Baby, oil you down, pots in the oven"" +And my lovin'? It's gone when they style old fashion +And, ah, don't worry bout that jam, you gonna smash 'em +Boom bash em', your time has come +Stay focused, keep it cool, you know I love you +Love you too, babe, thank you +[Interlude: beat break and Freddie Scott samples] +Uh... (you out there) you got it (louder) +[Ghostface Killah] +The more I drowned, the more down he went +As if to say, them other chicks wasn't meant +When she came through, by every square inch possible +Help the kid get on out, every obstacle +Long talks at night, arguments and still try'nna solve +Whether who is right, we mad tight +And the way she never call the cops on a nigga's +Got me, open, even more on her with her bangin' body +My favorite sweetheart, cum, but don't ever stop +Your love, give me every drop, you kiss get's me very hot +Never felt feelings before, and felt so sure +Every time you put it on me, I feen for more +Think that's the reason why, can't leave, can't lie +Look you dead in the eye +Word to fuck up, like Ralph, baby, your the greatest +I'mma sell my guns, and with the cash I'mma bring you to Vegas +[Interlude: Freddie Scott samples] +Uh... you got it +I was drowning in the sea of love +Going down for the third time +You came and saved me dear (saved me) {Ghostface!} +And all the sweet things you've been doing, I ain't never been used to 'em +Don't ever stop them, dear (stop them dear) +[Ghostface Killah] +To all the ladies who love they man +Though they fuck up, and you still let them back in +Make some noise if you cook and you clean for 'em +Out of love, doing juks for them +To all my niggas who love a girl with good brains on 'em +Bag 'em and get your name tattooed on 'em +Kiss 'em in the morning, hold 'em, definitely show 'em +We got our crab down, packed when it's time to mold 'em +[Outro: Freddie Scott samples] +Oh... oh.. oh... oh oh... +Uh... (you out there) you got it (louder) +I was down... thank you" +"Imagine[Verse 1] +Everybody wants to be loved, so we - +Try again, try and get some company thugs +Like we work there, like we - +Are punking the system, getting jerked there +For the workload, and at your worst low +You reverse-breathe, forget your birthright +Forget your own worth, forget the first night +That you discovered how beautiful this art is +When you embarked on your journey to depart this +Normalized, formal-ass, formalized world +But to form your last words is, ""The world"" - +Is mine, is just the perfect line for us +Get us all, Scarface'd up +The relation of coming from nothing to everything +Does explain us, got nothing to do with drugs (in most cases) +Heart crises seem more superfluous +So it's the curse of us, and fuck dating us +Cause we some crazy motherfuckers, our natures +Don't call for being reined in more places +Than everywhere, bury it here, your pride, c'mon +Got nothing to lose, got nothing to prove +I define my place as homeostasis +With Chromeo bass riffs and ""Homey don't play this"" +But no, we won't play this, with tonys and geishas +With Kick-Ass and Hit Girl, lonely ovations +With phony oasises, Romeo playlists +Chrome to your faces (?) +Urban legend like a Chupacabra with the blah-blah +I know I don't exist, mute la palabra +Mutant demi-god, Zeus said that I was half-Artemis +Or maybe Aphrodite -- haven't lived half of my life, B +So I haven't decided yet who's inside of me +Pause--everything +And I don't really want to choose anything +If I have to; semi-automatic wedding ring +To shoot through these blues with a dude who +Makes the days less fuckery-infused +I'm trying to tell your people to fuck with this cruise +You just want tomfoolery +And I'm not who you are, or who I used to be +I'm not every day, I'm not usually" +"In The BoothDrought Boy +Wizzle Fizzle Bizzle n your area +[Weezy Talkin] +Wen a nigga got money nd he ballin out +Wat dat Boyz worst fear +Fear of tha Drought +Wen tha block run dry nd tha work run out +But do we have fear +We got tha Drought +Tha Drought +Dats wen dem killaz come out +Dats wen tha jackin nd kidnappin you'll b hearin about +Happenz 2 Pitsburgh stealaz is out +So if u big Willer betta keep dem roethsburgz still in your house +I'm in tha off road H2 wheelin tha south +Jump in front of dat bytch nd c wat I am really about +Nd Naa +I neva been in your house +But my shyt hit so close 2 home +Lyke I'm fukkin your spouse +Nd I myte b fukkin your spouse +Wen u come home she take my dick off her tongue +Nd put my gun in her mouth +I'm out of breathe cause I'm runnin tha south +Nd u niggas juss runnin out +Runnin your mouth +Make me hundred grand your gang +Put a hundred thousnd on every street +Nd demand your ring MAAAN +Itz a manly game +Dat lil girl done jumped out of your stomache +Nd grown in2 a woman +U lil prickz study a nigga +Nd I ain't even stuntin u niggas +They wanna go nd rock my old jewelry +Fukk my Old Bytch +Chyllen with tha hoe she still smellin lyke my dick +U pussy man U smellin lyke a clit +I gotta wife at home +Nd still yellin I'm a PIMP +Nd tha copz think I'm sellin every brick +Cause I'm rollin with 20 +Nd we got Aaron Neville chipz +Homeboy used to run so fast +But he ain't runnin no more +Cause he done ran into cash +I run in2 your bytch +I get manish on dat ass +Wen I finish +She gonna need a bandage 4 her ass +U type of niggas gone panic with tha gat +My goon squad come nd beat a granny with a bat +So who want em come try em who want em +Die em Hey Real I Rockabye em +Nd da shotz r fire +Nd nobody can save u Private Ryanz +Hold up hold up hold up +[Weezy Talkin] +I made u +Papa I AM +U betta ease by em cause my Glock a lion +Yea +I'm at tha top I'm flyin +U lil niggas can't stop a giant +Itz lyke u niggas is on a diet +No weight +Nd I'm Bumpin lyke an 808 Bytch +Strate Away Quick +Fast Break Crossover +Den I Sprayed away shyt +Den I fade away Swish +I made a wave bytch +Dats ryte I'm a beast +Tha comin 2 new orleanz at home +I'm tha east yea +1 7th ward wea I grew up +Ya'll lil niggas say alot but u gone do wat +Yea +C we gone do us +We gone do us x2 +Young Money MothaFUKKAZ +Uh oh uh oh uh oh +ITz da Drought Boy x3 +Do me all a favor nd listen 2 me +4 all lil niggas dissin me +I sed do me all a favor nd listen 2 me +4 all lil niggas dissin me +HAHAHAHAHA +[Weezy Talkin]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Daddy Luv U[Verse 1:] +Now, this first verse, for Ivyanna +The only seed I actually watched come outta momma +And she so smart, and she so cute I think she gifted man +She gimme sweet eyes say she love me just to lift the pain +But she don't know about her sister and her baby brother +They need to talk, but they can't talk cuz they crazy mothers +I feed her, clothe her, take her places all across the nation +She know I rap and know her daddy be on tv stations +She see my magnum, and she run up, hollin' daddy daddy +So on that strength, when I'm in beef, I'll let you niggas have it +And she ain't even 4 though +But she be laughing at her daddy when he hit that do do +Behind Ivy man, I go loco, I lose my mind +I see her wake up every morning, even love how she be cryin +And plus she get her nails done, toes done at three +Wear purses and lipstick, oooo, you gotta see +Man, I love her, that's my heart, ain't gon lie, Ivy bad +She done rode first class before she had her first class +[Hook:] +But even if you mama tell you different, daddy love you +For the time that I missed you, daddy love you +For the missing time, da prison time, when ain't no one won't give a dime +Remember this, Daddy love you [repeat] +[Verse 2:] +Now this second verse for Pretty Black +No matter what her momma tell her, she gon love Hatch +And all she want is for her daddy show her love back +She look just like her other grandma, Victoria Hatch +The first year I only saw my child on holidays +I broke her bread but I feel guilty 'bout da hiding days +And now they wanna put a child on child support +I'm finally turning 21, now I'm back in court +I gotta hook up on that lean, now I'm stacking dough +My babys mama's stay at war, it's embarassing whoa +And everytime I see her outside, and she dirty, I clean her +And it hurt me when I clean her cause I'm fresh up out the cleaners +Now I'm feelin bad, time to put her in a beamer +Let her hit the block, looking like her auntie trina +Now she smiling at her daddy, but she ain't sayin too much +Just like Ivy, I give Tarlasia, that tickle touch +Man I love them girls, I like they hair up in curls +I put a end to you life, if you fuck with they world,tarlasia +[Hook x2] +[Verse 3:] +Now this last verse for Tootie Ray +The Ray for his grandfather, who passed away +I wonder if he be like daddy, who blast da K +Made me feel good, cause he cried to go wit daddy today +When he get older I'mma sittin him down and straight up tell +When you was in your mommas stomach boy I gave you hell +You got a cousin look just like you, name lil trell +You got a uncle name Bronson, but he up in jail +And Rocawear just like his daddy, spit on people like his daddy +I guess my fuckin son gon be a savage +And I be having em sagging, and shame on me +But he ain't gonna be no lame round me +So ain't no need to spank a g +And all I do his holla at him +And he get right, and he sit back +He act like he gonna cry, then he wipe his fuckin eyes +Some of my family members won't accept him, dey cold hearted +But dat boy gon be a legend, he gon be so retarded +At 11 I'm gonna go get my son a ferrari +At seven I'm gon get him head at his birthday party3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Psycho[Chorus] +Psycho, you got me psycho +Baby, commit me +I'm not backing down +[Verse 1] +I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' +I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' +I thought I was whippin' 'til that pussy whipped me +I fell asleep in it like Whitney +I go hard for my baby +Psycho ward for my baby +Swipe that card for my baby +Bodyguard for my baby +Bobby Brown for my baby +Lock it down for my baby +I knock that pussy out and then I growl for my baby +Even psychos need love too +I save all her text messages +I smell her panties while she in the bathroom +And taste whatever she left in them +I take pictures of her when she not lookin' +Study 'em microscopically +Marry me and then bury me +And then bury her on top of me, I'm +[Chorus] +Psycho (You got me) +You got me psycho (You got me psycho) +Baby, commit me (Baby, commit me) +I'm not backing down +(I'm not backing down) +[Verse 2] +Girl, I'm so crazy for you +I left my old lady for you +Now she done went crazy +You know she be hatin' on you +Say she gon' be waitin' for me +Well, she gon' be waitin' +'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you +You got me all psychotic +Girl, I'm your patient +I'm just tryna kick it wit' ya +And I don't even know karate +But I know cr-azy +Crazy 'bout her attitude +Crazy 'bout her shampoo +Jealous of her shadow dude +I'm crazy +Crazy 'bout her vaginal and every other avenue +Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy +Should've said I never do +If she says pleasurable +Then it's my pleasure, boo +You ain't gotta never move +Lookin' all edible +And I'm ready when you're ready to +You already knew +Girl, you already know +I ain't never lettin' go +I ain't never lettin' go +Addicted to your love, a motherfucker need a Betty Ford +You gon' have to cut me off with a sword +And if you ever leave me, I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note +While I'm hangin' from the second floor +And when you don't come home +Then it's vroom-vroom, boom-boom +Nigga ridin' 'round checkin' doors, oh Lord +[Chorus] +Psycho (You got me psych) +You got me psycho (You got me, you got me psycho) +Baby, commit me +I'm not backing down +[Bridge] +I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' +I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' +[Outro] +Psycho, you got me psycho (You got me psycho) +Baby, commit me +I'm not backing down +I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"House of WaxWhen the OG appears you must hide +(...)" +"​The Brightside[Verse] +I know that you want me, you know that I want you +The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too +But it's alright, you'll be fine +Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine +As long as you're mine, take a look at the time +It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside +But it's fine, I'll be fine +Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind +[Pre-Chorus] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right, this isn't what love's like, that's for sure +[Chorus] +Help me find a way to pass the time (To pass the time) +Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die) +Help me find a way to make you mine (Make you mine) +Everybody tellin' me not to, but I'm gonna try +Now I'm gettin' high again, tonight +[Verse] +I know that you want me, you know that I want you +The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too +But it's alright, you'll be fine +Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine +As long as you're mine, take a look at the time +It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside +But it's fine, I'll be fine +Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind +[Pre-Chorus] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right, this isn't what love's like, that's for sure +[Chorus] +Help me find a way to pass the time (To pass the time) +Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die) +Help me find a way to make you mine (Make you mine) +Everybody tellin' me not to, but I'm gonna try +Now I'm gettin' high again, tonight +[Outro] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +Just look at the nightlife (Just look at the nightlife) +Watchin' the sunrise by my side +We gotta look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Rollin' under the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right +This isn't what love's like +That's for sure90EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Realest Rhymin’(Chorus) +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks +(Slim Thug) +What I want is what I'm buying thats bottom line I'm getting mine +Bump and pine buy the bimb my fifth recline trunk flying +I hit the strip with E and Flip with the mother ship in the 90 eclipse +Number 1 on the grain I grip got kool-aid left in the drank I sip +My candy drip when I buy a car we dranking when I buy the bar +If I could i'll boxed up cause I feel like running in the double car +Slim Thug is who I are I manaja twas with vcr not only a rapper I'm a +Porno star in a marble spa in panama +Needed a break so I bout my boss +Needed a lake so I bout a house +Needed sex so I bout a spouse +Until this day its my biggest loss +Cause I paid the cost to floss big whip me ESG and Lil' Flip +Gone shine behind our lip any mic(microphone) I grip I rip +(Chorus) +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to Back Track to Track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Sucka free always making paper stack +(Lil' Flip) +In my mouth diamonds glaring +Wearing nothing but Donna Karen +Riden red turning heads always keep a yellow staring +Buy the house I buy the block +Buy the boat I buy the dock +Sitting sideways at ihop watch the trunk see it go pop +H-town players can't take loss +Playing football like Randy moss +Sippin codeine will clear my cough +Full time playa just like Big Hawk +Make them say ""ugh"" like Master P +Do the body like P-A-T +Swang and bang like E.S.G +G's and ballers like HSE +If I'm chillin with a girl you got to be star +Sippin white cup it got to be the bar +Blue black and red don't touch my car +Screwed up click is who we are +25 lighters like DMD +20 inch rims on GMC +Space age pimping like MJG +Let the world know I'm sucka free +Like botany boys I'm just a ""g"" +Living the life of luxary +F-l-i-p is who I be +Hittin the switch scoopy lee +We millionaires and billionaires flying to shows to in rockets +The money you make in a year I got that in my pocket +(Chorus) +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and sucka free always making paper stacks +(E.S.G.) +Like a teacher make a two plus let her know that I'm gon smash her +Heard how you done James Byrd down up in Jasper +Action prison baby its time to kill +E.S.G. and Solo thats ten-thousand x(times) a mill(million) +So wuz da deal all you fake snakes rider real +Better guard your grill and keep your steel nigga get killed on the battle +Field we poppin pill and paying bills make them make steel for the scrill +Then cock my pump back fuck a contract and see if you gone get killed +Sharing his skills on sex appeal how'd it feel get hit with this drill +Catch a pill fucking with the real tell what type of weapon you ain't seal +Cedric Hill I will reveal caught strill from here to Nashville +Flipping good game gripping with grain 84 glass wheel +I don't want no deal I'm a stay independent +I don't want no deal i'll make a mill(million) a minute +Hit the mall and spend it get bended with a top spot sparkle +Black hard to ball regardless as I fall through Neman Markus +They nautios and cautios I go to war on it +Tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it +Those are the dirty bonnetts opponetts bet buried dead +You should of told that it like its that com back with botany black libray +Red oh scary fed they see the big head I'm made on the last bundle +On a fubu mu goose puna maroo and glass jungle +Thats for my panther and parrots block full of ice and mascara +3 diamond stud young as thug we ain't worried marriage +(Chorus) 2x" +"Weezy N Madonna[Hook 1: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo] +You can throw up peace, I'm throwin' squad up +Had to get the dreads bleached, the James Blonde look +I'm 'bout to put my hands on her like E. Honda +She walkin' around in a Young Money Tee without a bottom +She squad +It's a Secret society, these niggas tiny, I'll be your body +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team +From the rooftops +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Young Tune winnin' now +You know I been winnin' then and now anyhow +Anyway, don't start no shit if you can't finish loud +I've been away, I've been around +I've been busy doin' business +Mind your business 'fore I shut your fuckin' business down +She say my lyrics like a lifeline when she down +She checkin' bitches off my timeline when she down +But all them bitches on the sideline, out of bounds +Watchin' us play around +[Verse 2: Stephanie Acevedo] +Stephanie and Weezy now +The birds birds birds are you singing now? +They gonna' keep a lil Puerto-rican out +A lil' souvenir gotta get me now +Haul ass on a bitch all in the fast lane +Turn Xan on your bitch you are just Plain Jane +I just laugh at the shit with my bad bitch gang (gang gang) +Cause' you ain't a bad bitch without a YM chain +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I second that shit you ain't lyin' that's game +I tell your nigga meet me outside in the rain +I shoot him up like a hundred times then again +Again and again, are you not entertained? +Ain't no better drugs than the ones I know +I done went down on bitches I don't know +I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high +And right now I'm both, got me talking bout you hoe +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo] +Said she really love the blonde look +So she dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +And I'm screaming +Fuck your team, fuck your team, fuck your team, Like 2Pac +Sip slow, no blowin' highs, no killin' vibes +We touch each other, touch the skies, she rub her eyes +She cry Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +She cry Money Team, Money Team, Money Team +Then I zoom out +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +I said ""Tell me who you loyal to?"" +Is it Weezy? Is it Wayne? Is it Tunechi? Is it gang? +Or these no-names hanging with a nigga with a name? +How you poppin' pain pills and you living with the pain? +You can't tell me that ain't horrible +And my love always free when the lights get dark +I know love isn't cheap I got a nice-ass job +You look priceless to me, I'll rip your price tag off +Baby ""Tell me who you loyal to?"" +Do you start with the money or the man? +Does it end with your heart in your hand? +Fuck it, if the money bag in the other hand, that was the plan +Let that nigga spoil you +I guess somebody else on grind mode +But a nigga that provide though +Put his pride to the side though, and you my slime, so +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo] +Said she really love the blonde look +So she dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna +I'm 'bout to put my hands on her like E. Honda +Cause' she walkin' around in a Young Money tee without a bottom +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, zoom out +Nigga you could throw up peace, I'm throwin' squad up +Had to get the dreads bleached, the James Blonde look +She saw my pic on IG, now she's inspired +She dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +That's some sick shit! Money Team +[Skit: Lil Wayne] +See, this Dedication mixtape series is so important to the culture because they say it is. It's plain and simple, plain and simple. I don't label it important to the culture. If I have ever labelled it important to the culture I was feelin' myself and smellin' my drawers -- uh, pause -- I'm old, my mama used to always say that, my grandma used to say that ""You smellin' your drawers."" -- but anyway, I don't know if y'all people say that, I'm from the south -- but yeah, the Dedication mixtape series is important to the culture because the culture say it's important. So that's why I still jump my ass in these motherfuckin' booths, wherever I can find a booth, most likely the same one, and do my motherfuckin' thing. And I gotta keep doing my thing and that's why I do my thing because the culture say it's important. They say ""We want that, we need that, we gotta have that."" It make the-it make the world know what I mean? It make the music world spin, and that's what it's all about, and it's 'cause they say it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Sun Don’t Shine[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +I thank God everyday for pavin' the way +Cause he - made me what I am today +A young entrepenuer wit amazin' talent +In order to be the best you must take the challenge +I'm tryin' a be number one cause number two don't matter +People try to pull you down when you climb the ladder +Niggas hate to see you up but they love it when you down +That's why I'm always quiet when I come around +Cause - talk is cheap, that's why I rap +I'm gettin' NBA money wit no salary cap +Momma, it feel good puttin' money in ya mailbox +This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks +[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 2X) +Sun don't shine, that's why I spit these rhymes +To ease my mnd +For real, I gotta get away +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +In life (in life), you go through joy and pain +And when somebody close die, it give you a migraine +And a whole lot a stress, a whole lot a tears +Days turn into nights, nights turn into years +I'm not happy here, I want another atmosphere +I gotta get away, just to get my mind clear +That's why I smoke so much, cause it relieve my stress +Just imagine - everyday I gotta wear my vest +I gotta watch my back cause niggas plottin' a jack +When you see these movin' like crack, you feel that? +And to my niggas in jail, you better keep ya head up (keep ya head up) +To my niggas in the hood, keep ya bread up +[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 2X) +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +If I died today, shit, I lived my life +And if I could do it again, I'd do it twice +No mo' movin' white or shootin' dice +Or creepin' late night tryin' a screw ya wife (ha ha ha!) +Cause I'm a changed man, wit the heart of a lion +Even if I was a midget, I'd fight a giant +I never give up (I never give up), I'm from the home of the brave (home of +The brave) +I'm still ballin' like +Pac+, from the +Cradle to the Grave+ +[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 3X)" +"Break it Down(chorus) (G. Salah) +Let's break it down... +Let's break it down... +Let's break it down... +Let's break it down, break it down x2 +Verse 1 (India) +Now it's India, India, I get into ya, styles I got plenty 'a +I'm bout it bout it, you know my ones stay crowded +Fuck around and doubt it, and get that ass louded +The future me, 2003, ultra magnetic, this MC... (MCs, MCs, MCs freeze) +I'm not afraid of you niggas, I'm ready for the masses +I keep it tight like spandex do asses +Palmer's cocoa butter for the ashes, while Chanel laces up my lashes +Uh oh no, stop! It don't get hot because I locked it +Got it, give me 6 million like you gave 2Pac it +Hot forever 'coz that's how I plotted +(chorus) +Verse 2 (G. Salah) +I'm that R rated nigga from the films with mistique +With taste from the hamptoms but still street +Don't sleep I reach the ghetto to elite +Blessed with the vocals gifted with the feet +Pretty nigga, pearly white teethe +I can't for now 'coz my mind says from Asia +I'm unreachable, fuck a portable and pager +Made nigga, no time for posin', leavin' niggas like Moses +Front and get swollen The black italian G. Salah the chosen +I beat you down with love get you stuck frozen +'Coz I talk shit like caches, and I backs it +Can you match this my magic +Catcy like habits, digest and swallow +The G. Salah tablet baby, wah you beautiful +(chorus) +Verse 3 (MC Lyte) +I resonate like 808s but with a ill tone +Lyte the oddesy, full blown +]From Cali to Medina, the head turner, Tina +Belle Venezuela, rockin' Argentina +Hot like heaters, swift like cheeters +]From where I stand grass remains greener +(Let me tell you 'bout a girl, maybe I shouldn't +I met her in Brooklyn, and her shit is always cookin') +See I be flowin' yes constantly +That's why the cabbage that I stack is deep winter green +And the way that I be hittin', unlike any other sister, I get into your +System, man I make you listen +I give, give back 10 fold, Lana on the ill trio +India, Gio, we know it's broke down so let's blow +(chorus till fade...)" +"White CupWhite, white, white cup (yessir) +White, white, white cup (yessir) +White, white, white cup (yessir) +White, white, white cup (yeah!) +[Lil' Flip talking] +I keep a white cup nigga +It's Fliperachi +A.k.a. Mr. I Can Do Dat, a.k.a. The Number One Fly Boy +A.k.a. I Ain't No Sony No More +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +Hey, I keep a white cup +I gotta get my lean on (lean on) +I got a fucked up attitude once all my green gone (green gone?) +Gotta put my jeans on (jeans on) +Gotta put my rings on (rings on) +Hit the button, crank the motor, and put my screens on +Shorty P roll the dro +Damn you see them hoes?! (you see them hoes?) +I don't know where they 'bout to go, but shit I wanna go +Before the show I pour a four and then I mix it up (mix it up) +I take a old school car, then I fix it up +[Hook] +I gotta (I gotta) +White, white, white cup +You see my (you see my) +White, white, white cup +I keep my +White, white, white cup +I love my +White, white, white cup +Now let's drink niggggggaaaaa +White, white cup in my hand +I gotta (I gotta) +White, white cup in my hand +You see my (you see my) +White, white cup in my hand +I keep my (I keep my) +White, white cup in my hand +Now let's drink nigggggaaaaa +[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] +I never lie to my fans not one time +These niggas wanna hit the cup, but ain't drop one dime +What kind of shit is that? +Nigga I'm sippin' that +And on my lap is my strap +That's where my weapon at +Come get it, you want it, you know I got my heat on me +Come get it, you want it, you know I got them keys homie +They go on cheap homie, they on the streets homie +I'm a gangsta so I never run from beef homie +I'm sippin', flippin', grippin' woodgrain as I roll (roll) +I few platinum chains, but I love gold +I like the way it shine, I like the way it glisten (glisten) +I got the real drank, you niggas need to listen +[Hook] w/ Mike Jones ad libs +Ayyyyyeeeee +Ayyyyyeeeee +Say Flip +Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple stuff in this white cup nigga +Hahaaaa +Hahaaaa +[Verse 3 - Mike Jones] +I stay iced up +I gotta get my bling on +A million buzz plus before I put my ring on +Before my ringtones +I was gettin' my green on +I told Flip pour me a four to get my lean on +Pass me that Sunkist +Pass me that purple stuff +One hand on woodgrain the other on that white cup +Mike Jones and Fliperachi +Ain't no one like us +I'm rollin' Phantom, he Maybach and we both iced uuupppp +[Hook] +[Lil' Flip talking] +I know you hear that right +That's a white cup +A money white cup +When we say we got a money cup +That mean we poured up a strong... soda +You dig what I'm sayin'?" +"Sunday*[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I get money on Saturday, yeah +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (Woah, slatt) +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?) +I get money on Saturday, yeah +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (Woah) +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Hit Em Up[Intro] +Yeah +I tried talk to 'em +[Verse 1] +Quit talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah +Any motormouth could get hung high +We don't fuck with niggas like fungi, we don't even hear ya +Hollerin' bullshit, nigga, cut the diarrhea (Get 'em) +Pistol lie inside of the armrest (Yeah), um, yes +Lay a nigga down in his own mess (Yeah), don't mess +Player fuck around with the homeless (Yeah), charmless +You can leave out here armless, no homies (Go) +Honest, you niggas is harmless +I'm calm as a don is supposed to (Be), Cosa Nostra +Don't ever approach him (Nah), don't get close to him (Uh-uh) +Shootouts ain't nothin' but rock and roll to him (Damn) +Leave your blood on the dash', call it rosewood (Ugh) +'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook +It ain't nothing and don't make it if you no good +I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to +[Chorus] +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm +But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms +And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose +He had too much talk and not enough proof +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em (Yo) +[Verse 2] +Take them shoes off your teeth, stop runnin' your mouth +No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth (Huh) +I'll come to your house, me and my goons +Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon (Yeah) +Throwing up fingers, saying, ""My side rule"" (Yeah) +If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove (Get 'em), yeah +That Maybach coupe a cockeyed fool +And I'm in it like Bennett, ho, aren't I cool? +But if the thermostat switch and that needle move (Uh-oh) +Then the attitude switch and that heat'll move +I got that Chiquita banana clip for the tool +Meet a disaster, pity the fool +Eat a catastrophe, swallow the truth +Belch reality, how does it taste? +Powder your face, you a bitch, nigga +All pussy, stop comin' out your lips, nigga +I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to +[Chorus] +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm +But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms +And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose +He had too much talk and not enough proof +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +[Verse 3] +Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy (Yeah) +That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy (Blatt) +Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy +You start with the wrong boy, it end with a song, boy (Oh) +With your friends to carry you along +To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone (Yeah) +Fuck the discussion, I ain't into it, boy +I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy (Bah) +Big Uzi, just shoot a boy (Brr) +I'm inside looking out, you just an intruder, boy (Get 'em) +You need sutures on your smoochers, boy, but +I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to +[Chorus] +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm +But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms +And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose +He had too much talk and not enough proof +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Domestic Violence[Intro: Tiffany] +You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit +Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit +Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit +Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit +Your kicks ain't shit, nigga, your whips ain't shit +Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit +You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit +Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit +Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit +Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit +Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit +Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit +You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit +Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit +Your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit +Your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit +Your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit +Your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit +You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit +Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit +Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit +Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit +Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit +Nigga, I'm the shit... +[Verse 1: RZA (Jamie Sommers)] +What the fuck y'all birds talking about? +Get the fuck out my house +'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth +Bob Digi, yeah, you know who is he +Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte +(But wait, fuck you motherfucker) +You wish you could fuck +Bitch, all you can do is dick suck +(Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass) +Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans +You don't scrub or wash clothes +Or buy food or make cream in this bitch +You don't read to the seeds +All you do is watch TV and smoke weed +Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hair-weave +Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe +Talking about you're going to leave? +Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for? +Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more! +Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach +Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach +Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market +Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic? +Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth +And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse +You can't speak a sentence without a curse +Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse +Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first! +When I first met you, you was a ho +I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you +But couldn't reach you, and you're still a ho +Your father said you was a ho +And when you leave me, bitch, you're gonna be a ho +Cellulite and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat +That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat +Started with the body of a model +Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle +And you could swallow a whole avocado +And two forty ounce bottles +To the end of the world, which to I would follow +Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos cause you pussy is so hollow +Turn your fat ass sideways +Your stretch marks look like the US highways +Fuck a new nigga every Friday +Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts! +(You come so quick, nigga) +Wonder why I come so quick? +With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits? +I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep! +But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend +Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours to three +You'd better study the 1-14 knowledge culture degree +About M-G-T, and G-C-C +[Interlude] +Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit +And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit +That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit +Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit +[Outro: RZA (Jamie Sommers)] +But fuck it, yo, let me get this fucking phone +(Yeah, get the motherfucking phone +Quit motherfuckers in our fucking +Business. End the fuck, or I'll pull +The motherfucking chord out of the +Man, fuck that motherfucking socket +Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker +Get the fuck out, I'm throwing +All the shit on the motherfucking +Terrace, right now. I'm sick of) +I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the +I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My +Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking [?] too +(Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that +House man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all +These motherfuckers sleeping in the +Fucking living room. My seeds run into +These motherfuckers, these niggas are) +Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and +Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. (Fucking dirty toilet seats and +This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit +Get these motherfuckers out this +Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now.) Get the fuck +Girl the gas yo out. (Every lat one of y'all mother- +You's a ho bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab) +Come on you's a ho! +You'se a ho Motherfucker don't make me pick up +You'se a ho this bottle. Don't make me pick up +You'se a ho this motherfucking bottle +You'se a ho +Ho! ho! +Ho! ho! (Bastard! bastard!) +Ho! ho! (Bastard!) +Fuck you! +Ho! (You fucking bastard!) +Ho! (Bastard! Bastard!) +Fuck you +Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God +(Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! +She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga +Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga +You're fucking stupid +You're fucking stupid) +Call me back son (Now that's right, tell that motherfucker to call you back) +Call me back +(Cause you ain't going to steal this motherfucking phone)" +"Legendary (Mike Tyson)""Ladies and gentleman +In this corner +The champion of champions +From Catskill, New York +Iron Mike Tyson"" +And in the other corner +The lyrical champion +Hailing from Queensbridge, New York +Is the one and only +Nas +And now, ladies and gentlemen and boxing fans joining us around the world. IT'S SHOWTIME! +Verse 1: +Spirit of the streets +Walks in the ring +From Brownsville to spar fit +To boxing king +Man or machine, an animal +Physical strength and intelligence +But that type of intellect +Y'all respect +To connect those punches +Still as a kid he stole lunches +To mak'in millions and the hundreds +Chaotic conscience +The rage, the stage, the grander +Had to endorse slander +Took it like a man +Cause the mighty stand alone +In the bigger ring hole +The penitentiary +Barbed wire and stone was amp up +They locked a champ up +Even my brains in handcuff +The robin hood, seasonal santa +And y'all give him nothin to begin with +Dilapidated buildings +The drug epidemics +Historical stories +Pain, love and glory +Mike Tyson +Never see another like him +? voice over: Speed +Nas: strength +? : skill +Nas: Power +? : Accuracy +Nas: Legacy +? : Victorious +Nas: Legendary +Verse 2: +True legend +His hands was two weapons +Understand this minds a true blessing +Designer jewels and diamond +A modern day Jack Johnson +Flying private jets and fully protect'in +Automized with ladies Godiva complexions +Lots of sex'in +Hung with a lot of stars +Learned a lot of lessons +Between dead homies and best friends +And getting domed out in stretch Benz +Educated from the hood and pestilence +The dead presidents don't see your pockets +You just gett'in +You got a full court press for them +Benjamins, I've seen money be the death of men +It's a warriors world +Only the strong survive +Who's next to try +Who's next to be the next +T-Y-S-O-N +He gave us hope +May the best man win +Outro chorus: +Iron Mike is in the house +Nas: Strength +Iron Mike is in the house +Nas: Power +Iron Mike is in the house +Nas: Legacy +Iron Mike is in the house +Nas: Legendary +(repeat) +DJ Green Lantern: +This is an invasion man +Best of both offices, what's good +Team Invasion, let's go man, let's get money!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Making MovesEpisode 5: Making Moves +Peace. For this exploration, I wanna stray from what we have done in the past. I want to take you outside and literally explore. Be mindful you don't have to be still. Your eyes don't have to be closed. Meditation just means you are aware of your inner and outer self. So put on some kicks and let's go outside to a place where you can stretch your legs, move around, you know. If you need to, just hit pause, and I'll wait for you. +Are you ready? Let's do this. +I want you to start walking. A little slower than normal. Try to keep yourself in a straight line. As you walk, focus on your breath. In through your mouth. Feel your chest rise up and fall. Flow in. Flow out. Keep breathing. +Before Wu-Tang was Wu-Tang, I walked all over Staten Island. I mean I walked the Parkhill Projects to Stapleton to New Brighton. I took the long route to up Targee Street, down Van Duzer, and then up the big hill on Ceber Avenue. Those walks in Shaolin built wisdom in me, and they revealed to me what I wanted to do and what I could do, and most importantly, what I should do. How to take on the obstacle or avoid a trap? How to build Wu-Tang? How to launch a label? How to create music not only for the children of my generation, but even the children of future generations. I want you to find wisdom in your walk. Slowly let your focus drift to your legs. Be mindful of every step, lifting each foot up, moving your leg forward, placing it down again. Feel every part of every step. As you do, look around you. Slowly take in the sights. Are they new? Or have you been looking at these things your whole life? Look closer. Is there something there you've never realized? And let your mind become more focused. Think about the goal that lies ahead. Analyze it. Then start to form a plan. Continue this. Think about the obstacles and the opportunities on your path to that goal. Now assess them. Turn these ideas over in your mind as many times as you like. Again and again and again. Multiplying, adding, subtracting, divide them. Don't stop walking until you feel settled. It could take hours and that's cool. +The great Indian monk who helped found the Shaolin, he walked from India to China. That's a lot of miles. When I was stuck trying to figure out my screenplay for my movie, I walked through the streets of Pittsburgh. It was the steel heritage of that city that gave me the inspiration to think about making our character have iron fists strong as steel. +When your mind feels clear, turn around and head back. Take the same path. This time look at your conclusions from a different perspective. What is the flip side of each obstacle. Each opportunity. Pressure test your plan. When we change our surroundings, we open up new perspective and higher levels of thought. That's why I take walks to this very day. What can you use from this walk to move forward in your life? Maybe it's a tangible plan. Maybe it's just the awareness you've created. My walks lead me to the Wu-Tang and remain a vital part of my process. Where will your walks take you? +We're approaching the end of our exploration, and as you press stop on this, just remember that you can return whenever you want, and the RZA will be here waiting to explore with you. Peace. Bong Bong." +"I Like Dat[Intro] +Can I speak on how I feel y'all? +Let my heart do the talking +Listen up princess +[Verse 1] +I wake up in the morning, take a knee and thank God +Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eyes +Today I didn't wake up with a woman on my side +Yesterday I didn't wake up with a woman on my side +Neither the day before that, nor before that +I just remember the moments, call me Kodak +And know that I do miss ya +But it's your denial that I must hold against ya +Since you been gone +I have been all alone +But alone is steroids, 'cause it made me strong +Girl, hair gone in the wind +You cheated on God's son, baby girl, that's a sin +But I forgive you +But I can't give you +Another chance, ma, you're in my rearview +And I put that ring on your finger, I was all in +But now it's just a symbol of what could've been +Goddamn +[Hook 1] +And now I'm by myself, but +(I like it) +Damn, she left me all by myself, but +(I like it) +[Verse 2] +Yo +I love my niggas, no homo +I swear I hope they all get cheese, like Digiorno +And something 'bout the Hot Boys that you don't know +I got a lot of love for 'em that I don't show +And B.G. been my nigga since the front do' +I hope Chopper City Records blow, fo sho' +And me and Juvey never really got along +But you still would let your nigga +Come get on your hottest song +Damn, I fuck with ya for that +I fuck with ya Lil Wack +And me and Skip go back +When you see a real nigga you gotta tip your hat +And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that +I had my own lawyer working on Turk's case +After I heard him dissing me on the mixtape +'Cause he's locked up and I'm free +He got a lot more to worry about than me +I ain't trippin' +[Hook 2] +Y'all niggas left me by myself, but I can't front +(I like it) +And so, now I became the President +Of the spot y'all left me at +A lot has changed, but, I can't front +(I like it)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Beep Me 911[Intro: Timbaland] +Uh, uh, uh, like that, uh +Uh +Say what, say what +Say what, say what +Uh, uh, uh +Say what, say what +Uh +Missy, bring it in +[Verse 1: Missy Elliot] +Why you played on me? Wasn't I good enough for you? (Wasn't good enough) +All those other girls you've been with can't do like I do (Do, do) +Gave you all my dough when you needed it all the time (Uh-huh) +And if you planning on leaving me again +Then give me a sign (Say what, say what) +[Chorus: 702] +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits, it's over, babe +(Say what, say what, say what, say what) +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe (Uh) +[Verse 2: Missy Elliot] +Why you cheating on me? Can you tell me what I've done? +I thought you was the one, but you just a hit and run +Gave up clubs and parties, I put them aside (I stopped goin' to all the parties) +Left me in the dark with no kind of sign +(Why don't you give me a sign?) +[Chorus: 702] +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over +(No thinking twice) +(Say what, say what) +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over +[Bridge: 702] +All my friends say I can do better than you (Say what, say what) +Maybe they was right cause I feel like a fool (Fool, fool) +But I can't let you go until you take some time (Say what, say what) +To tell me why you left me without a goddamn sign (Say what, say what) +[Chorus: 702] +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over (Uh-huh, uh-huh) +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me (Say what) +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over +(Magoo, Magoo) +[Verse 3: Magoo] +Type of nigga made built to last +Look homegirl, I pump like gas when +Get your friend and your girl and them (What?) +My sex drive workout like a gym, Kim (What?) +Was the girl that I used to hit +You the girl that I gotta quit +See the kitty Kit +Gotta gold it like a light +In the night you the freak come out +We don't bite +No diggity, who took you out +No doubt when I first got down +Made the bro' shout +Look out, make it live +Dip and dive, staying alive +Shoot me sugar, there it is +Now we talking square biz +I'm leaving you without arrears +But I still luh the kids +What you think, I'm hen pecked +Girl get your mind checked +Take the time, recollect +I just gave you disrespect +[Outro: Timbaland] +Ah, like that +Like that +Beep me 911, baby +Aha, aha, aha, aha... +Aha, aha +Aha, aha +Say what, say what +Misdemeanor, 702 +Whatch'all gonna do? +Fellas? +Don't beep them 911 +Don't beep them 911 +Don't beep them 911" +"I Got Some Money on Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I don’t be politicin', I’m not political +Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenneth Cole +My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio +Bitch, eat somethin', I don’t like skinny hoes +I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes +I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe +I’m a dog bitch: B-I-N-G-O +I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga +I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, you skipped class nigga +Tell her bust that pussy open, bend it over bring it back +Get some brain out that ho and call that ho a ""brainiac"" +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenny Cole +I’m a dog bitch: bingo +Every bad bitch love me, I’m Young Money +Tell em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me +And my niggas got the guns, they're aimin' at your skully +Tell them: ""pop that pussy for me"" +Pop that pussy for me ! +[Birdman] +Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga +Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds +1 hundred +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +If you a bad bitch, say ""fuck them other hoes!"" +I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl +Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose +I like a pink pussy, just like a bunny nose +And we are Young Money, the untouchables +I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes +I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed +I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful +And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt +Shoot ‘em in his head, he dead before he collapse +Young Money we the crap, no salary cap +Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +If you a bad bitch, say fuck them other hoes +I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful +And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga +Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga +Them niggas can’t see me, but I see through them niggas +And fuck the police, on or off duty nigga +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I’m on some other shit, I’m stuntin' on them hoes +Bitch I’m smokin' pot, like I’m on the stove +I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Hollygrove +Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of gold +Boy, you thin crust, fuckin' Dominoes +I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical +We do it real big, astronomical +I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo +Now get it poppin for a nigga, show me what you’re workin' with +I’m fly as a mothafucker bitch, no turbulence +Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies +I’m lookin' for a head doctor for some brain surgery +Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical +I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo +50 shots in a chopper, break em off proper +You niggas can’t see me, fuck yo binoculars +I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca +I’m runnin' this shit, I don’t even need blockers +[Birdman] +Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill +Bitch we the bidness, 5-star gangsta, moola, crazy5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Moving On (Alternative Version)[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep making up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up, yeah +[Verse 1] +Pulled up with my whole team +Mackned swervin' in a white Beam', yeah +GothBoiClique, tryna stay clean, yeah +GothBoiClique, we got big dreams +And my new bitch, on a movie screen +And my old bitch, she a groupie teen +Yeah, I break hearts, I'm with Cold Hart +I'm with Horse Head, whip it like a Nascar, yeah +Wicca Phase Task Force, yеah +Baby, you get what you ask for +[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +Shе know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +[Bridge] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep making up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up +[Verse 2] +It's the pain pills +Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills +Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills +[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep making up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up, yeah +(Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Low Lights[Spoken Word] +You want me to give you a testimony about my life +And how good he's been to me +I don't know what to tell you about him +I love him so much with all my heart and my soul +With every bone in my body I love him so much +Because he's done so much for me +Every morning +Every day of my life +I won't always be crying tears +In the middle of the night, and I won't always have to wake up +By myself wondering how I'm gonna get through the day +I won't always have to think about what I'm gonna do +And how I'm gonna, how I'm gonna make it +How I'm gonna get there, because he... +He's gonna be there for me +Some day the sky above will open up +And he will reach out his hand and guide me through +Oh yes he will +I won't always be crying these tears +I won't always be feeling so blue +Some day, he will open up the door for me +And call my name +Some day he will +I don't know if anybody understands what that feels like +No matter what you've been through +Or where you've been he's always there +With his arms open wide +Accepting me +For who I am +And I love him so much +I couldn't do it without him I wouldn't want to +I'm crying now +It feels so good to be free +To be accepted for who you are and loved no matter what +Oh lord thank you +You are the joy of my life" +"Get Body[Chorus: Inspectah Deck] +Get your girl, get your glass, get body, body +Grab your man, it's your jam, get body, body +Get body, body, get raunchy, raunchy +When I say, get body, just party, party +[Inspectah Deck] +Toss shots like a shotty vay, hot over poppy doc +Hot offa bottle top, ma, I make your bottom drop +I can make the top rise, rise keep it king size +Packing cuz the heat rise, jacket and the jeans fly +Louis with the 1-3, son G, stun thee +Crack another Stoly, I can hold me, I'm my own G +I'm just trying to get my party party +Niggas hating, niggas watching like paparazzi +He try something stupid, get body body +Cuz that mob with me probably get raunchy raunchy +So, DJ play that song again, back to the floor again +Four in the morning and the doors still pouring in +Shorty with the forty inch, star struck, adoring him +Love it for the night, love, you never have all of him +Things be calling him, dope man, cross your ten +Fitted with the flaps, black and grey, three quarter Timbs +Everything they offer him, on the house, balling out +Walking out, with that redbone in the halter blouse +[Chorus 2X] +[Inspectah Deck] +Loose off the Goose and juice, louder, give the tune a boost +Ladies do the hula hoop, fellas show 'em who's the truth +Bounce, take it through the roof, jumping out your zoot suit +Ice cream flavors, misbehaving, I'mma scoop a few +Grown man, turn 'em out, fuck, what you heard about +Lean back, work it out, haters be the first to doubt +I'm just trying to get my party party +You can spot me at the bar with that Dark Bacardi +Yeah, ain't nobody gotta bodyguard me +My dudes got me if I leave the party wildly, now +Move if you feeling G, lean like you steer the V +Blaze it up, where's the P? Right here's where it be +Talk to me, what's the deal, fuck with me, cuz it's real +Let me get something clear, ya'll with me, up in here +Show me what you got then, homey, what you popping +Mami, getting body, just show me why you hopped in +DJ bring that record back, whole crowd sweating that +Throw it on, bet it crack, get involved, get your mack +[Chorus 2X]" +"Gold Digger[Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion] +[Intro: Jamie Foxx] +She take my money when I'm in need +Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed +Oh, she's a gold digger +Way over town that digs on me +[Chorus: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] +(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger +(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas +(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger +(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon +With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm +She said: ""I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm +Far as girls, you got a flock +I can tell by your charm and your arm"" +But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her? +My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena +Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids +And I gotta take all they bad asses to ShowBiz? +Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends +I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in +We all went to din' and then I had to pay +If you fuckin' with this girl, then you better be paid +You know why? It take too much to touch her +From what I heard she got a baby by Busta +My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher +I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her +[Chorus: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] +(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger +(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas +(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger +(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Eighteen years, eighteen years +She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years +I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids +His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his +You will see him on TV any given Sunday +Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai +She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money +She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money +She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money +Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money +If you ain't no punk +Holla, ""We want prenup! We want prenup!"" (Yeah!) +It's somethin' that you need to have +‘Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half +Eighteen years, eighteen years +And on the 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his? +[Chorus: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] +(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger +(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas +(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger +(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head +[Verse 3: Kanye West] +Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs +You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed +You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave +There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves +But while y'all washin', watch him +He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun +He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes +This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries +So stick by his side +I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice +And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl +And when he get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl +[Chorus 2: Kanye West & (Jamie Foxx)] +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down +(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head +[Outro: Kanye West] +Let me hear that back" +"Devils[Inaudible] +[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Yeaaaaaaaaa (Devils, devils) +We talkin' bout Devils +We talkin' bout Devils +We talkin' bout Devils +(Devils) +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Man it's payback +For all the months that I layed back +For all the blunts that had me lazy 'n' crazy +It's drama time (Time) +I'm gettin' ten for a show (Let's go!) +Album ain't even dropped +When it's dropped, I'm gettin' more +Wish I can go down every street (every street) +But the fuckin' Narcotics say I got death on me +Niggas they try to rebel me (Shiiit) +But it's motivation +I'mma keep gettin money +Go on Soulja hate me +The judge looked at me +And said how you doin' Boosie +He called me by my nickname (Ooooh) +What you think I'm stupid (Bitch) +You wanna railroad a nigga (Believe That) +And lose me in the system +But like C-Murder and Mack +I refuse to be a victim nigga +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +[Verse 2: Foxx] +Look +See where I'm from nigga it's Do Or Die (Die) +Nigga tell you he gone kill you +You gone shoot or die +Them devils got them youngters wildin' out at twelve nah (Twelve) +And Hollin' mutha fuck jail they goin' to hell now (Fuck Hell) +See I'm from Baton Rouge +Better known as Rattin' Rouge (Rattin' Rouge) +The police know yo ass done it before you even do it (Believe It) +I'm so gutta, so gangsta, so in the streets (What Else?) +I'm so freaky, so nasty, so in the sheets (Believe Dat) +My cousin lifin, grandpa lifin +And niggas mandatory (Fuck) +The judge ain't nothin' but the devil +Him and the jury +I seen a nigga die in front of me +Eyes rolled back +They threw the chopper bullets at 'em (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) +Like hold that +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie and Foxx] +Can't even ride and get high +Cuz them devils out +They catch me on a back street +They gone knock me off +Yea I'm talkin' bout the law +Yall sum fuckin' devils +Up in school you got blues +Now ya bout whateva +Hoes tryna get money +Tryna sell that cat +Devil get yo ass away +I don't pay for dat +Don't he put ya at The wrong place +At the wrong time +Now you gone for a very long time (Damn) +You hit the pen +And you heard The fuckin' door slam +He Wants ya shoes, ya zoos, and ya wam wam +He was with you in them times when you ain't give a damn +He was that liquor in ya hand +Sayin' ""Kill me man"" +He that lil' nigga across town +Hatin' on ya hard +But he ain't ready to go to war +Thats that fuckin' devil +Devil get up off me +Devil get up off me +Devilllll get up +Get up off me +[Hook: Lil Boosie and Foxx] +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +Yeaaaaaa +Be on the look out nigga +They got devils out chea +Believe that +Boosie Bad Azz (Boosie Bad Azz!) +It don't get no realer then this nigga +I'm the only one that drop shit like this (Believe that) +We talkin' bout devils!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Truth Freestyle[Intro] +Yo, it's Kanye To The +I did this beat in '96 and ah... +[Verse] +Is it the because my beats the nicest? +Got me chargin' niggas Dr. Evil prices (""One billion dollars..."") +Niggas will sell their soul to go platinum and gold +I'm cold 'cause I got the gold and kept my soul +Drop an album full of soul, sold twelve times gold +That's six-plat, man, that's a sick plaque (Do the math) +Man, don't forget that, that at the top is where you feel the loneliness +Like grabbin' fake titties, I swear, I feel the phoniest +'Cause I'm from a city where you never know who your homies is +'Cause everybody want your spot—No I.D. told me this +Oh, I seen homies get sheisty on me quick +Woooooo! Just imagine if I only spit +But I do beats, too, that's the American dream +Stack to make sure my shawties inherit some things +A couple real estate investments +Got niggas sayin', ""There's the Kennedys!"" +But oh, yes, it's the Westses +Brand new Roc-A-Fella, most fresh-to-death is... +Definitely Kanye, peace to Sportie LA (Okay, yeah, ugh) +That keep my shoe game early like the grave shift (Uh-huh) +Plus keep my closet cooped up like a slave ship (Woo!) +How you gon' look at me and say I ain't made shit? +Just look at my outfit, I got all the basics (Look) +Air Force, check! Rolex, check! +Call Gee and Hop, did you get the check? (Fifty thousand) +Roc-a-Fella piece, check, don't forget the neck +Is it the money on deck that keeps on the honeys on the dick? +Now, that ain't really rhyme, but I ain't really tryin' +(I don't give a fuck, nigga) +Last 9/11, I was poor on the Ave +'Til I pluraled my math, now it's Porsche 911 +And I'm floorin' the gas, got a lot of problems +Money's one that I not have +Date ballplayers' wives, that divorced and got half, shiiiiiit (Oooh! Haha) +I figure they deserve somethin' for all them hours +And that be the realest shit that I never wrote +(Really spoke something on that shit) +Only book I ever read I could have wrote—48 Laws Of Power (What!) +Me, Gee and Hop, uh-huh, the game's ours (What!) +Seems like I got more brain off my fake chain +Than my real one, 'cause on the real, son +If a girl think you broke, she just wanna fuck and smoke +If you paid, then she's thinkin' bout her children, feel him? (True) +Prolly not though, unless you got dough, you know what I mean? +You will think the grass greener when you finally get green +I told Regina, ""You ain't been in a Medina"" (Quit lying) +Yeah, I seen you grabbin' on my balls like Serena (Uh-huh) +Yeah, y'all the invisible ho, you ain't never seen her +Mhm, she must stay around your grandma crib +Right next door to where the in-laws live +I brought a man from the fifth floor all in y'all crib +Haha +[Outro] +Remember niggas back at school +They didn't have no girl at school +So they be like, ""I got a girl, she just stay by my grandma's crib"" Hahaha +Yo, Dame, where the fuck you find me? Hahaha" +"Take it to the Top[Intro: U-God] +Time to strongarm this shit +This how we gon' do, dead arm this man, knowhatimsayin? +From the root to the fruit, twenty-one gun salute this shit +Uptown, Downtown, New York, down South +L.A., that's how we gon' do it, Hillside, nigga, all day +[Desert Eagle] +Meet me at the pop off, INF on the block +Hillside, get your rocks off, take it to the top +Got the whole world hatin', can't take me in the drop +Can't take it how I'm cakin' it, catch me in the spot +And you might see a veteran stance, but you'll never see a veteran dance +But you might catch me bangin' in the twat +She ain't got G, she ain't untangling my knot +In my baratone throw, here, bangin' out the box +Clubs to cell blocks, here tangle with an ox +Got gorillas in the mist, all my niggas arm with lead +So we gotta watch the killas on the strip +You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip +One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit +I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click +Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to this shit +[U-God] +As the music gets louder at the top of the hour +It's time to devour, cuz I'm hungry for power +I rise the towers, I'll retire your mans +And it never backfires when I devise a plan +I sprinkle money showers, I'm suppose to think big +All you coward ass niggas don't want me to live +Up the ladder of success, I won't forgive +Ya'll tight ass niggas, ya'll greedy ass pigs, nigga +Last bids, better tie it, the CREAM +I got here, hard work, plus dreams of steam +I'm a mean machine, eat Lean Cuisine +Similar to Steve McQueen on silver screen +I'm suppose to redeem, see my Sprewells twirl +I want a penthouse view, plus windows to the world +And, diamonds and pearls, and hardwood floors +An Italian Job, catch a big money score +At the tip of the iceberg, top of the mountain +Nigga, sky's the limit, when money I'm countin' +I want water and waves sprayin' out my fountain +Nigga, I can it with him, or I can do without him, bitch +[Chorus: all (INF-Black)] +Take it to the top (we ball 'til we fall, let the champagne pop, nigga) +Take it to the top (every hood, every block, know we got this shit locked +Nigga) +Take it to the top (Uptown niggas, Downtown niggas, get it poppin', baby) +Take it to the top (Niggas get your front on, bitches get your stunt on, come +On!) +[INF-Black] +It's the silent mover, analyst, sharpshooter +I parachute in your hood, ride off on a scooter +Smookin' buddha with two nines, I'm still rockin' Puma's +Heard it first on grapevine, my rhymes ill manauvers +On jake, we call 'em one time, escape the street crime +Drapped in black hoodies, Timbs and gold shines +Poppin' that champagne, get high like jet lines +Glide and break spines, make ya'll respect mine +I grind from nine to five, rely on the iron nine +INF-Black, I'm doin' fine, so far from hittin' prime +Rippin' right through your flesh, these bitches they wantin' sex +I take you to the top, and cut you off at the neck +Oh you the boss? You ain't a threat +Who cares of what you did, who cares of what you rep +I sidestep ya'll faggots, leave your food in a mess +Got ladies that play it cool and keep the tool in they dress +Ride with me... Hillside, uh +[Chorus] +[King Just] +I've done started at the bottom, I deserve the tippy +Ya'll niggas got some nerve to try to forget me +Man, is he, or isn't he, the greatest who done it? +With sixteen bars that run concurrent +Who wanna serve the warrant? Ya'll ain't got nothin' for him +How you gonna score points, on the after Mike Jordan +Won't happen, stay scrappin', I can see what you lackin' +Hillside, rep Staten, see my wolves, still packin' +I ain't actin', unless they sold out the box office +Or Spike Lee steps to me with better offers +Tune in, play it again, Q, fuck me? Fuck you +That's how I'm supposed to do +We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth +Who the fuck wastes they money to put you in the booth? +You ain't the truth, you more like an L-I-E +Let it be known, I meet you at the T-O-P, nigga +[Letha Face] +Enter the stage, I hell raise +With the force of double barrel 12 gauge +Pump shotgun, dump hot ones +Fireballs flamin' out the mouth, lockin' your lungs +Let me explain what the pain is about +Oscar the Grouch, out the trashcan, Dead Presidents style +Twin pounds in my hands, write my measurements down, clown +I bang in the name of my son, exchange flames til I'm done +The clip's empty and I'm the remainding one +Anger from the Slums, soak up liquor with a sponge liver +Your flow of blood is leakin' worse than a running river +Silver spines worse than Cabin Fever +Play the receiver, of a stabbing meat clever in your abdomen +All that from steppin' on my sneaker +The beat box jam, causes me to murder you with my intellect +Kill for respect, plus work hard for the power +Then I carve Loose Links inside the heart of a coward +[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Act Like You Know* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" * +[MC Lyte] +Moonroof open, in the B.M +Windows tinted, they can't see in.. +.. they know it's me though +MC Lyte, she's bigger than bolo +Gusto, gusto, I got so much so +You could have some, you just got to lay low +Do as I say so and don't try to fess +Do whatcha wanna just clean up the mess +I'm here, ARRRRRRUFF, kick it in the rear +Rhymes and rhymes and rhymes I gots to spare +Act like you know +The things that I do just ain't for show +This is my living, so I am giving +Everything I got if not a lot more +For the people, for the buyers +For all of those that seem to want to try a +MC Lyte tape in your Benzi box +What can I say? Hey, thanks a lot +Cause I'll flip and trip and do ALL that good shit +That's why the brothers, they can't get off my tip +They know whose show this is +Who's show is this? +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +[MC Lyte] +Like I said, I'm in the B.M +Swingin it solo, enjoyin my freedom +Turn the radio on, nuttin but weak raps +Slide the tape in, that's where it's at +Look up at the sign and I see Winthrop +Can't hear nuttin so I turn down the hip-hop +Window down, reggae hit or somethin +Now hear a little shotty go pow-pow-pow +Brooklyn 90's, that's where I'm at +Reached to the back seat, get the baseball hat +Now I'm chillin so act like you know +This is my show +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* K-Rock goes into scratching the line +""Lyte that's right huh, she could win a rap fight"" - Chuck D * +[MC Lyte] +Abra-cadabra, hocus pocus +I got somethin that'll make your eyes focus +Takin on the world, slammin it and bangin it +Keepin it hard, but still I'm changin it +Breakin all types of grounds +Here comes Wolf and Epic with the new sound +They get the job done +The name of the year is Lyte slash Ninety-One +So I'm chillin, in the B.M +Waitin for those, that might see in +Straighten my jacket, fix my hair +Turn up the system, as I prepare +To let the whole wide world know +This is my show +Now that I've schooled you and put you up on the scoop +Posse or massive, solo or group +Take it in stride, it's an inside +Top secret heavy duty type of thing that I'm swingin +I got the key to success but I won't press +I'm sure that I can relieve you, of the stress +If you ad-mit, and just per-mit +Me to go for mine and drop a line and ex-it +So just agree with me and simply act like you know +This is my show! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! +* DJ cuts and scratches ""This is MC Lyte.."" 2X * + Act like you know! + * fades out *" +"Pray For Me[Intro] +Xtassy +[Verse 1: Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild & Lil' Kim] +Uh, started out hardcore (Hardcore) +Done it like never before (Done it like never before) (Never, never) +So many shows, so many tours (Woah) +And you the one that I do it for +Still goin' to this day (To this day) +Still got all my songs on replay +If you want me to stay (Want me to stay) +I'm gon' need you to just pray +[Chorus: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild] +Pray for me (For me, yeah) +'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know) +I don't if I'ma make it (Sometimes, I don't know) +Pray for me (Yeah, yeah) +'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low +But don't give up, you got to stay down before the come up +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild] +We got it out the mud like football cleats +You put a ring on my finger but you married to the streets (Ooh) +I know you gettin' to the bag, baby +I just pray to God that you make it back baby, uh (Oh) +I ain't worried 'bout a bitch takin' you from me (No) +I'm more worried about the streets takin' you from me (Oh) +I'm more worried about police takin' you from me (Yeah, oh) +So before you leave the house, kiss me and tell me that you love me (Yeah, oh, yeah, oh) +[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild, Musiq Soulchild] +Pray for me (Pray for me, yeah, yeah, yeah) +'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know) +I don't if I'ma make it (No) +Pray for me (So, just pray for me, yeah) +'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low (Oh don't give up) +Don't give up, got to stay down for the come up +[Bridge: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild] +See, I be prayin' for my trapped niggas +Every night on my knees (On my knees) +I be prayin' for you (Prayin', prayin') +Pray for me +You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle with your head) +And not with your heart (And not with you heart) +You gotta mean what you say (What you say) +And finish, finish, what you start +[Interlude: Rick Ross & Lil Kim] +Return of the Coogi sweaters and gold Jesus pieces +Light up the backwoods (What you start?) +Uh (What you start?) +What you start? (Maybach Music) +[Verse 3: Rick Ross] +Wake up in Versace boxers at the Ritz +Fell asleep, gold Rolex on my wrist, uh +Who ever thought that I would grow and to be rich? +All these niggas tried to hit me, but these niggas missed (Huh) +My brothers with your bomb, please send 'em my salam (Lord) +That brand new SEL across my mother's lawn (Ah) +I swear I come in peace, but my lil homies aren't +Hear them gunshots that go from Brooklyn down here to Bronx (Bang) +Bulletproof the Bimmer, now I'm battle ready (Boss) +Me and Kimmy 'til I die, forever adversaries (Woo) +I'm talkin' money, pussy nigga, Tyler Perry (Woo) +Goin' back to Cali so I'm riding ready (Huh) +Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh) +Run up on you and I really let you live +It ain't trafficking unless its 20 mil' +I wack a nigga and I'm down to do the bid (Boss) +[Verse 4: Lil' Kim] +Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh) +Fab said you need a Kim if you gon' do it big +Niggas want the smoke, I hop out with the cig +I'll wack a nigga, then buy a flight to Madrid +I did the bid, now I do the most +Whole team burnin' bread, let's make a toast +I ain't the type to brag, I let that paper boast +Then I wash the dirty money in that ivory coast +Rich milli', half a million +My shit slap silly, yeah +Quarter milli' this year on shoes +Give a broke bitch the blues +Ran off with a couple mil' in high heel, Jimmy Choos +I'm a bad bitch from every angle +Jesús hang around your neck like the noose +May the Bishop pray for you 'cause you know I got the juice +We bet it big at the crap table, seven eleven +Open like we 7/11, workin' all night, 24/7 +Fuck the FBI, I only confess to the reverend +Put that on my bredrin +Let this be a lesson when you disrespect the legend +Ross the boss, Kim the Queen, is you stupid? +Ride the beat like a Wraith +But this is May-May-May-May-Maybach Music +[Outro: Musiq Soulchild] +Pray for me (Pray for me, oh) +'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't know if I'ma make it (No, no) +I don't know if I'ma make it (No) +Pray for me (Just pray for me, pray for me) +'Cause, 'cause times get hard and the money gets low +But don't give up, got to stay down for the come up" +"Afro Samurai Theme (first movement)D12 +The Underground EP +Derelict Theme +[Kon Artis] +I damage your neck +With the butt of the tech +Vandalous sex +Cuttin' you ear to ear +With the razor of my Gillette +You couldn't get respect +If you was a captain or a cadet +Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet +I'll battle you 50 deep +Solo artist shocker dead beat +Derelicts on the loose +Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs +While y'all start screaming +Like grasses in a submission +(Lay down your pot to piss in) +Blow up the house you live in +Believe me, we greedy +And often you is easy +Your whole album cheesy +Because you got platinum artists on it +Don't make it hot +We steamroll with real niggas +And that's something that you not +I'm vampin what you got +Then setting up camp at your spot +Foiling your plot +Every rhyme that you jot +I rock to the six like musty twat +A dead corpses that been cut up +And left in abandoned lots +Ya, derelicts theme +Comparing your team +To ours is a fucked up dream +The shit I done seen +Has turned me to a scandalous fiend +Sticking your peeps for cream +Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams +As foul as it seems +Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's +Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams +I rumble with kings +More humble with seen +Until it's time for me to kill again +Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis +[Chorus] +Ay yo +Competition of none's such +Derelicts the one must +Let the guns bust +Brigade one trust +Untouched +Martyr a mic +Slaughter your life +Runnin avenue soldiers bitch +It's water and trife +Competition ain't none such +Derelicts the one must +Let the guns bust +It's Brigade one trust +Untouched +Martyr a mic +Slaughter your life +Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch +Smarter and trife +[Bizarre] +Who's the fat bastard +Rapping that mo' master +Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper +Better run faster +I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers +And bitch I was born with asthma +Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels +Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels +A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin +Fuck girls +Bitch I only date senior citizens +Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her +Next time you rush me +You better be a little bit quicker +Run your streets in the house +And make full of malt liquor +I'm lettin' you throw the first blow +And bring ten of your toughest niggas +End ya year +Like the last day of December +(But did you rape that bitch?) +I was so drunk I can't remember +I used to be in a group +We had an argument who was the hottest +Now both them niggas is dead +And I roll as a solo artist +Chorus +[Kuniva] +Look bitch you stressed out +I divide these bullets equally among your crew +And give you five so you don't feel left out +Like red the hammer +I'm nailing niggas in they spleens +Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream +Energetic schemes +Rap vandal and dismantle +Tackle MC's and wax you +Like your rap name was Candle +Grabbing a mic with no handles +Leaving you dusty +Like walking the desert in old sandals +If you weeded or drunk +Keep your heat in your trunk +We beat you to lumps +Swell you up with permanent mumps +We dangerous playa +Cuffin' my chews +Spittin the phlegm out +Getting at you whether you coming out +Or you been out +You never exempt +From this murderous attempt +I'm telling you pimp +Undeniably you are a loss +Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss +If the Kon Artis say it then it's done +With or without a gun +Eat a track and spit out a drum +Bust one +Trust none +Playing the game of death +Take your last breath +'Til your last name is left +Chorus" +"B.I.G. Interlude[Intro] +Yo +C-Gutta, where you at? +D Rockafella +Cease-A-Leo DeGenero +Blake C +Money SL +Uhh +[Verse] +B.I.G. is making this cream +Bitches always say what the hell does that mean? +B is for the bitches, who can't understand +How one fly nigga became a man +I is for the way it goes in and out +One by one I knocks 'em out +G is for the way the game goes in the gutter +Other MC's man they ain't sayin' nuthin' +Rockin' on, to the break of dawn +Meet the bitch, get the pussy, get the math, I'm gone +[Outro] +What? +It ain't no more to itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Sleepless[Intro] +Angels, Witches +Angels, Witches +[Verse 1] +Demonic, exotic, exotic, demonic +I pop Oxycodone like antibiotic +Textin' my phone, right now I'm on molly +It got me perspiring like I'm in Somalia +I should be more careful, right now I be wildin' +I could be more helpful, could not be more stylish +She could be my devil, she might be my goddess +It could be Satanic, it might be platonic +I tip my hat to her, she'd rather dollars +I drip a bath for her, she'd rather shower +She turned her back on me, I just massage her +Knew we were a match, didn't know we started fires +A bird is a plane? If it is, it's a private +Swerve in the lane, she either hit me or dodgin' +Meet me at the crossroads in the middle of rush hour +On end of the road, boys and men don't die +[Chorus] +Yeah, angels and witches (Angels and witches) +Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah) +Singles and sinners (Yeah) +Ankles, physicians, the pictures, the painters (Buh) +The sick one, the sane one (Yeah) +The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one (Buh) +The witch and the angel (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +You got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami (Yeah) +You got me twinkling, so bright, bitches tanning (Yeah) +You got me thinkin' that love may be magic (Yeah) +You got me beefing with your baby daddy (Pew) +You got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami (Yeah) +You got me sleepless when I'm on a xanny (Yeah) +You got me sleepless, it might be the Addy +You got me creepin' inside my own mansion +(But you got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami) +You got me sneakin' and I got you snapping +When we be sleeping, you topless, no panties +You let me sleep right behind you, you nasty +You let me sleep, deep inside you, you savage +We never sleep, when we try, we get nasty (Yeah) +You never dream, if you do, I'ma catch you +You say don't skeet, if I do you gon' catch it, you nasty +[Chorus] +Yeah, angels and witches (Angels and witches) +Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah) +Singles and sinners (Yeah) +Ankles, physicians, the pictures, the painters (Buh) +The sick one, the sane one (Yeah) +The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one (Buh) +Witches and angels (Yeah) +[Bridge] +You got me sleepless (Sleepless) +Sleepless in Miami (In Miami) +Yeah, you cut me deep, yeah +Deep in thought while I'm deep inside of you +Damn, that's deep (That's deep) +[Verse 3] +Hate me, love me, love me, hate me +Kiss me, bite me, suck me, taste me +Been around the world and [?] I can't find my baby +I've been lookin' for the right one +Play one, wife one, main one, side one +Got a angel that I gotta die for +Adam, Eve, apple cider +Angel be killing me softly (Softly) +The witch, she be makin' it hard for me (Hard for me) +The witch on my broom, can't get off of it (Off of it) +She wear her halo with two horns through it (Woah) +Flap your wings, them shits vanilla white (Oh) +Feathers everywhere, no pillow fight (Oh) +My morning angel and my witch at night +Give me kiss of death, now I feel alive +[Bridge] +Angels, witches +Angels, witches (Angels) +Dangerous bitches (Bitches) +Angels and witches (Witches) +Angels and witches +Witches and angels (Angels) +Pretty and painful (Painful) +Pretty and painful, angels and witches +Deranged and delicious (Delicious) +Deranged and delicious +Strippers and strangers +Witches and angels +[Chorus] +Yeah, angels and witches, anus and titties +Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah) +Singles and sinners (Yeah) +The angel, the witch or the witch and the angel +The sick one, the sane one (Yeah) +The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one +The witch and the angel8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Clue Shit![ Intro - 50 Cent talking ] +You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like +Yeah, I told her I write music for a living +And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent +And she said ""oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music +I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time"" +And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick +I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man +Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue +And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy +Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker +See me I switch up hoopties cause niggas pay niggas to shoot me +You know how it is in the hood +Dead men don't hear no applause +Don't men don't go off on tours +Dead men don't accept no awards +50 that thought you was dead kid, kid +[ Hook ] - 2X +50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker +I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker +Niggas thought they got me +9, 9 shells couldn't stop me +I ""Hit 'Em Up"" worse than Pac, watch me +[ Verse 1 ] +I don't hesitate to pull out the Burna nigga +I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga +I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top +I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots +And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin' +If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah) +When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh) +You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo) +I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change +My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains +Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr) +You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh) +I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah) +About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh) +I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump +I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT) +[ Hook ] +50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh) +I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back) +Niggas thought they got me +9, 9 shells couldn't stop me +I ""Hit 'Em Up"" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga) +50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker +I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh) +Niggas thought they got me +9, 9 shells couldn't stop me +I ""Hit 'Em Up"" worse than Pac, watch me +[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ] +This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) +This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) +50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit) +DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early) +(Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent) +Damn, (we both from Queens) +That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin') +(Hey, ya'll niggas cannot stop Queens) (WOO)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"The Rockers[Intro: Action Bronson] +Bam Bam +La musica de Harry Fraud +[Hook: Action Bronson] +White leather to the knee, we in the tropics +Left hand is switching speeds +I'm in the cockpit +Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks +Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit +Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Rock this Shawn Kemp, kamikaze +Burning cheese, Saganaki (opa) +Greek shit, whole team sick +Hoe bitches from Cleveland on my dick because I rap +Fuck it, make it clap +Throw the money in the air then pick it up +I'll take that back, bitch +Homie hold me down +Homie throw me phony pounds +The scent of dollars like some crispy garlic golden brown +Addicted but ain't nothing prescripted +Baby clams from Montauk, mix it up with the linguistics +Bitch I'm high +[Hook: Action Bronson] +White leather to the knee, we in the tropics +Left hand is switching speeds +I'm in the cockpit +Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks +Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit +Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty +[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] +Uh, know I hit you with that hot shit +Straight up off the block, roll up pot shit +Niggas just don't wanna go to school +Act like they are, but they not sick +Money all up in my pocket, putting diamonds in everything +See me out I look rich as fuck, clothes smelling like Mary Jane +Ride coastal been on every plane +Say these guys close, but these guys loco +When they see me they non-vocal +High as fuck I need bifocals +Kush got me moving slo-mo +Steak and eggs in my dojo +It's some Gs in there +Need some weed? I'm there +All these cars I own, ain't no keys in there +Tapping young niggas out, rolling weed out an ounce +Now I got a bigger crib +Repping what I live about +My hair long, my weed strong, so they staring +My weed strong, my money long, I ain't caring +[Hook: Action Bronson] +White leather to the knee, we in the tropics +Left hand is switching speeds +I'm in the cockpit +Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks +Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit +Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty JannettyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Where U Should Be[Intro] +That girl looking good over there man. What should I do? +[Kanye] +It's your big brother Kanye To The. And I know how you feel about shawty. Man, I was going through the same thing when I was your age +[Young Leek] +I got you +[Hook: Ne-Yo] +I'm just saying +This is where you should be +Girl let him know that he alright but +You wanna rock with me +Let it go +Come and let me +Give you what you need +Come and let me +Give you what you need +Girl don't play +Send him on his way +Come ride with me +[Verse Two: Kanye West] +And the party was just so tense is +But all this waiting around is just so senseless +And I've been calling her phone so relentless +Mama said the phone bill was so expensive +Your eyes slanted like Lucy Liu +You're frank couture to the juicy suit +Your lips sweater than a Juicy Fruit +From your Louie Vuitton bag to your Gucci boots +Whether we on a train or a two seat Coupe +I'mma fiend for you like Pookie do +I was there with [?] Whoopty Woo +She was there with her man, some goofy dude +And I ain't really trying to be rude to dude +All I need is a change to advance, take my hand +Understand from a dance I could end up your man +If I'd been scared wouldn't have seen her again +Oh +[Hook]" +"Emergency Procedure[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Doctor X enter the crib, worked on the kid +Created a mask that allowed me to breathe +But couldn't extract the chemicals from my body +Poisonous lethal doses, comatosis +In and out of conscious, drugs is ferocious +The mass released the gas that simmered the soul +So my adrenaline stays level not out of control +I been contaminated, physically altered +Got wrong for doing right, my attitude salted +I'm bitter, I clean up the community +Fuck these New York City cops, I don’t need immunity +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks +[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] +I specialize in telekinesis, recognize the thesis +The leading expert on war and weaponized diseases +The brilliant Doctor X, no scientist is colder +The mask I made specifically protects you from Ebola +Its destruction is impossible, totally irrelevant +The compounds are not found on the periodic table of elements +Adamantium plus Vibranium +The force field that builds will shield your cranium +If anyone would try to place the mask upon their face +The mask will rupture +It's designed to match your molecular structure +Plus the gold was to give it a touch of luster +To match the eagle bracelet and adjust to your repulsive thrusters +Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the environment +That's chameleon technology +But I digress, I must confess +The mask is unequivocally my best invention yet, Doctor X +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks" +"Plan BLyrics from snippet +[Chorus] +...yeah-yeah, the fatty (Yeah) +I just hit the new bitch, gon' make it happen (Happen) +Walk up and she got a fatty +Just boolin' with Cialis (Damn) +I'ma bust a nut in like 30 seconds +Fuck a plan B, fuck a plan B +Fuck a plan B +Bitch, I pour the 8 and I'm high, you see... +[Verse] +...(You dig?) +Every bitch I fuck, I hit her raw, man, fuck a Trojan (Fuck it) +I just poured me up a [?], I feelin' nauseous (Wockanda) +7 in the morning and them junkies still [?] (On my mama, hoo) +Put a Wock pint in my casket (Hoo-hoo) +My bitch from Carol City and she steady packin' (Pow-pow) +I just poured the 7 Up on like 2 Xanax (Goddamn) +I'ma blow this bitch head off like Carol Baskin (Hoo) +I just took a [?] to Cincinnati (Yeah, yeah) +Fuck on that bitch... +[Chorus] +...yeah-yeah, the fatty (Yeah) +I just hit the new bitch, gon' make it happen +Walk up and she got a fatty +Just boolin' with Cialis +I'ma bust a nut in like 30 seconds +Fuck a plan B, fuck a plan B +Fuck a plan B +Bitch, I pour the 8 and I'm high, you see...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Poor Lil Rich[Verse 1] +I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me +My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie? +My watch saying ""Hi shorty, we could be friends"" +My whip saying ""Quit playing, bitch, get in"" +My earring saying ""We can hit the mall together"" +Shorty, it's only right that we ball together +I'm into bigger things, y'all niggas, y'all know my style +Your wrist ""bling bling"", my shit ""bling blaow"" +My pinky ring talk, it say ""Fifty, I'm sick"" +That's why these niggas is on my dick +Some hate me, some love my hits +Flex my man, he gon' bump my shit +See, I'm a liar, man, I really don't care (I don't care) +I tell the hoes whatever they wanna hear +You tryna play me, I'ma blaze you then +My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in +[Hook] +I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga +Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga +You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga +In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga +Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga +Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga +You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga +In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga +[Verse 2] +New York niggas copy niggas like it's all good +Fuck around, be Crip-walking in the wrong hood +I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bammer +I'm from NY whoadie, but I know country grammar (Woo) +See, me, I get it crunk, niggas go head and front +I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out, I'm done (Yeah) +My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps +You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad, chump (Uh-huh) +Don't make me hit you up, these shells'll split you up +I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get you up +See, 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay with heat +I can't go commercial, they love me in the street +I'm real gutter, man; the hood love me, man +Don't make me show up in your crib like bruh-man +Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing +CO screaming, ""Shut the fuck up!"" in the bing +[Hook] +I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga +Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga +You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga +In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga +Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga +Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga +You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga +In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga +[Verse 3] +I'm in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday +Range on Wednesday; Thursday, I'm in the hooptay +Porsche on Friday, I do things my way +Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway (Woo!) +Shawty, she could tell you 'bout my dick game (Yeah) +But she don't know me, she only know my nickname +Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed +These young boys, they done got they own work, man +[Hook] +I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga +Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga +You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga +In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga +Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga +Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga +You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga +In the backseat fondling your bitch, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Never Get It[Lil Wayne] +Hat to the front +Lookin' like I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt +I'm stickin' to the script, tryna kick it like a punt +My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts +I'm the Birdman Jr., call me young Baby +Coulda been a killer but Cash Money saved me +Remember I was little but the cash money made me +Big dog bitch, no tramp, no lady +Young ass nigga had a thing for old ladies +But as I got older I began to like 'em younger +To heavens where I brung her, My wing she was under +She said ""Daddy they, daddy they, daddy they, daddy they +Daddy they can't do it like you can"" +I get chips like Vegas and I am not blue man +Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand +And if I sing Prostitute she gon' need some new pants +And if I sing Pussy Monster she gon' need a new man +Hello world, I would you all to meet me, her new man +I vow to stay on top of my Somers like Suzanne +And I hustle everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday +Everyday I'm hustlin', fillin' up my cup again +Wit that purple stuff again, I can't get enough of it +Point me in the direction of a swisher and I'm stuffin' it +With that purple stuff again, I'm on some same color shit +After you do Wayne, it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch +I get money like a fuckin' Wayans brother bitch +I get good with Gorillas and stay away from the rattlesnakes +And the jakes, and the fake, and the hate +Interstate 10, no cops in sight +And I'm coming back with a whole flock tonight +Lord, don't let me get stopped tonight +Or I'mma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight +I swear, and tell the jack boys not tonight +Cause I ain't 'N Sync, but I will Pop tonight +Yeah, that's right, if you ain't got that price +Then go thataway, not a way we can even negotiate +Big money heavyweight, on my way to Heaven's Gate +So if that be them open gates, flow so appropriate +Don't associate me with the bullshit +One wish, I wish a motherfucker would trip +Like a engine, I come from under the hood bitch +But now a nigga gettin' paper like a booklet +They ain't help me with it, but I took it +And now they never get it, never get it, never get it, never get it +Never get it back, yeah that's my word +""Bling-Bling"" in the dictionary, yeah that's my word +And for me Ja Rule made it just like Irv +Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss my curb +Cause I love that block nigga, Eagle and Apple +Old G's, young G's, leaders and barrels +But God found me like a needle in a barrel +And I'm so ready for war cause I'm a Jesus for the battle +Money on my mind, that's all I think of +Married to the game, never takin my ring off +M.O.B., yeah that's my theme song +Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like ding-dong +Haha, yeah I got my wings on +Flyer than the rest, I don't rest I keep goin +I just I-G-nore 'em +Like anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway +Anyway it goes, I'mma get gold +And I could see the top, the way I'm climbin this pole +A nigga with the flu ain't rhyming this cold +And nigga I'm hotter than a ""fire in the hole"" +Steppin' out my shower like a lion in a robe +Eyin' these hoes, iron in my hol-ster +Surp, purp, sure +Let's elevate and get away, accelerate and never hate +Dedicate this, to the blue eyes and blonde hair +I'm on top of my green like a lawn chair +Don't worry, I'm straight like arm hair +Don't worry, I'm straight like combed hair +This world fucked my Pops and I was born here +From the cell to a jet, call it Con-Air +I told my niggas that we would see +Better days yesterday, and today is a better day +CelebrateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"You Song[Produced by Cam, Nate Fox, and Peter Cottontale] +[Intro: DJ Drama] +Shout to Chi-Town! +Dedication 5! +Since '05! +Know that! +[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] +You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass with your fine ass +You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask +You the best dressed with your breasts showing +Like a salad, no dressing, take you to your favorite restaurant +Ask for the bread, then fuck in the restroom +They don't ask for a pass when your ass waltz in my dress room +You the best bride and I'm the best groom +Wedding presents got my best man at the Best Buy +Buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom +And I'ma buy a summer house, with a rec room +And a car with no backseat and some leg room +And some strawberries and some chocolate +And a fridge and some broccoli +'Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't +I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it +Fuck it, I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched +You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie +Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy, coffee +Brown as the bosom I flew in on +Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on +Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin', oh wait, it wasn't +Oh, and I forgot, I'll take a microwave or oven +So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin +Maybe bake a dozen +My homeboy like your sister, maybe they can bake some cousins +Ooh, isn't that sweet? +You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass +[Hook: Chance the Rapper] +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Give you the world if it was for me +My diamond grill make it hard to see, I'm lying through my teeth +And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds +Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile +I get mental flashbacks of your ass crack, lemme get back on track +You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act +But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it +Sorry, my mind in the gutter—better yet, sewer +And when you say I love you, I stutter, ""I-I love you too"" +It's Wayne's world, she say, ""What is this world coming to?"" +And she know me and whoever together, she hope we comin' loose +She told me that if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce +I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other +Then she got serious and said, ""Tune I gotta ask you something +Do you really love me?"" I tried to change the subject +So I said some crazy shit to her like +""What if you and I were just letters? +That'd be unfortunate, we'd have to rob a fortune teller +But I swear, I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket +Okay, that's a dead subject, you bring it up, that's a zombie +You remind me of... my memory ain't what it used to be"" +She said she ain't trippin', I know, because I move my feet +And when she figure out that she been swindled +I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off of my window +I-I love you too... +[Hook: Chance the Rapper] +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I mean how many times +How many times I gotta +How many times I gotta say it for it to count? +Are you counting? +I loved the pictures +I needed that, I swear I did +I was just thinking about you when you sent them too +You don't believe me? I know +D5, what up 5? +I-I love you too...I do59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"BM J.R.[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about +I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like +They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck +You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha nigga +We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga +Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes +Loadin' up on mo' bitches +Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga +I ain't never gettin' full +I'm full blooded with this grind +Yeah they don't understand lil nigga +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Murder capital only key to survive is kill +If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real +And niggas know I go hard to the fullest +Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets +Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully +In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy +Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin' +And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him +Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em +Knock his top to his bottom jack +Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom +Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map +Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at +You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat +Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man +And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man +I backwards hand your man on command +In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan +I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates +Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates +You ain't did it till you done it like in five states +Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight +And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more +Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks +You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par +What the fuck they play it in the club for +Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war +No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord +Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord +Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord +I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God +They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard +Damn, them niggas pussy and jive +Not even in a eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I +The A and the K will make your face crook to the side +Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side +Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high +And when we hungry you look like pie +Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard +Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta +What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother +Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother +I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill +You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other +Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills +My speeches can kill, rest in peace +[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It's all about one thing nigga +If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us +If you ain't bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga +And whatever you bout, we bout it +However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, nigga +All runners, bitch, you underdig? Put your prints in, nigga +Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You sleep in the field for trying the dude +I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food +Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you +I lie his body in grease, set fire to em +I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em +Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades +Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze +And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What! +My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate +And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face, yea! +And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table +I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways +When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days +Birdman talk to em +[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah nigga, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty +If it ain't bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg +You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg +I'm underground, call me groundhog +Lay down laws, call the ground law +Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw +But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R +I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga +With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga +Flip your vehicle, split your windshield +Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live +And people say that I am a kid still +Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels +You feeling animal then come on and get killed +The Sig peel bandanas like bananas +Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana +In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah +Man a train couldn't stop ya man +I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land +I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana +That's the new plan +[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga +That's the only way +Dumb shit we bout that get at me you undadig +Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Season of Da’ Vick[Intro: Cappadonna] +Season of Da' Vick... +[Verse 1: Cappadonna] +Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South +Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about +So yo, stop all the ego trippin' +Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it +The analog rapper start riftin' +Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen +Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin' +Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin' +Three chicks walked across the street switchin' +You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition +Don' came around the block with the deep dish in +This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin' +Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin' +I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong) +Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin' +[Interlude: Cappadonna] +Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on? +Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... +The streets is still watching... +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +I'm a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga +You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga +Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga +We came that liquor +Weed, digi and cars we just that particular +Put down ya darts it the extracurricular +Poppy Wardrobe King, I'm thinkin' bout stickin' ya +Wherever ya ho be at, I'mma stick my dick in her +Bust ya guns off if you love how I'm gettin' ya +Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular +Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular +Fuck Beans, none of ya'll niggas can get with us +[Verse 3: Lounge Mode] +Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains +Like guns, like M-1’s and nice change +When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name +Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang +See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain +Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang +And I was brought up to, respect my elders +Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder +A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig +Respect my moms and respect my kids +Cuz if you don't, then I got to disrespect ya crib +And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig +Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke +'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes +Bandana on my wrists, but I ain't claimin' no set +Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke +I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep +Cop that yae shit and come down, I'm back on the street +Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I'll kill for five +And if you'se a bad boy, I'm killin' ya pride +Two in the five, push like eight in ya side +Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga +[Outro: Cappadonna] +Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on? +Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... +Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick... +Yeah, muthafucka...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Winners and LosersLet's be real about a pimp +How long did you think she was just going to take it +Han +You thought she was just going to take it +All you new hot young fresh bitchs +Doin old shit +Oh she been doin it +Member member +I remember +I'm sho remember too +Member when she first came out +Member she sexy and you +Aw look at this bitch +Who do this bitch think she is +Showin her shit +Member why she can't she just rap member that what you said +And now look what the f**k is ya talkin about +Why what;what you mad at her fa +Han what you say +Her titts got big +Bitch you got yo regular titts +Why they didt work fo ya +Han what; what you +Oh no thats excuses +Just emit nigga +That there are winners and loser +Shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do +Be good at it +Be the best loser you can be +And if that dont work out fa ya +Do me this one favor +Shut the f**k up" +"Weezy F. Baby (Mr. Biggs)[Verse] +Nigga I'm young as a muhfucka +But money a muhfucka +Young Money muthafucka, get it in blood puddles +Shit, I'm in the south where we living in mud puddles +Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas upping prices +I hug the Glock like a turn buckle +Can't get stop by the vices, no license +Rolling like dices on the streets +Where the odds is high +Where the crime is life +And the life is time, and the time is jail +And in the jail you stressin +The judge probably hit me with an algebraic expression +But I get away free like Ocean's Eleven +And I motion the metal, like a pro-fe-ssional +And when I'm rolling especially, like a pimp suppose to +Watch how you sit down somethings in that sofa +If she with me, you know that something's in that ho bra +She's a foreigner so she say coca +I get broke off and they get brok-er +They like so what, i'm like so when? +We going know then how the turn in turn out +Cause we going shoot back till the burners burn out +Till the burning burn down every house the block hold +I'm hollering at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold +You can't see me there's a thousand blind folds +And my mind state is put a thousand on top of those +Chea, I do school and do lunch at Pappadeaux's +They want beef I turn that to that to sloppy joes +Copy cats brrrrrrat, copy those +Had a strong relationship with expensive clothes +This stuntin shit is extensive and intense +Like pulling up in something Americans can't invent +Chea, I make them fall back, they gotta indent +Like a paragraph, the first sentence, shit +I'm way smarter man, I'm more gifted +Straight from the womb to pro, prolific +I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted +High in the sky, me and pops taking pictures +That’s my vision, until my vision is vivid +Ima give it all I got we good jigga you bitches”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Show[Intro: sample] +""Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it +Even if, your shocked by it +Me and you, lost when you do it +By myself, better off bein' you"" +[Intro: Method Man] +Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K +Northern lights, yeah.. stick 'em! +Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll +Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better +Known as the crooked letter I +Come on! Self Service +[Method Man] +Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn +Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return +Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn +Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn +Your only as good as your last hit +Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it +I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets +Till you blasted, the outcome, ashes to ashes +We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound +You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked +Ya'll niggas fuck around, y'all only tough around +The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked +What part of the game is this? +I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga +So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga +Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter +I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk +Then daddy might get him some tonight +Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics +Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right +Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city +To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty +Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty +Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties +And I ain't even got to say my name +I got this duck wit her legs up like, ""say my name, trick"" +You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same +I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame +It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky +Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie +That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie +Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie +Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N +Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids +Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you +My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fuckin' wit you +I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy +Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy +There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even +With niggas so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely evening +[Outro: Method Man] +Yeah, that's it +Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building" +"Billy (After You)[Intro] +Bye-bye, lil' bitch +Lil Uzi Vert, bitch +Slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch +Slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch +[Verse] +Forty degrees, grab the Moncler (Moncler) +I can fuck your bitch 'cause you not there (Not there) +Yes, I had the sauce since the highchair (Highchair) +I chased all my dreams, called it nightmare (Yeah, yeah), uh +Cartier bracelet worth sixty thousand +Different colors in my chain like a talking [?] +I was on six different drugs, please don't tell nobody (Shh, shh) +Hermes belt same color as that circle molly (Yeah, yeah) +VVs same price as the Gucci Louis +She super moody, but she top me in the super two-seat +1600, uh, make me do it, I'ma prove it (Yeah) +Silencer on my K, but not talkin' Ksubi +Basically, I got them choppas just like Call of Duty (Lil Uzi, crazy) +Basically, I'm rocking Balmains like they fuckin' Nudies +Whoop a nigga ass, beat a nigga ass, 21 sue me +Yeah, I got addicted to winnin' not losin' +I can't fuck with no 12 we movin' +Its 11, well by 12, we movin' +I don't go nowhere with no toolie +Passed the bitch just 'round and 'round like a hula hoop +Passed her off like this to my homie +You with the talkin', boy, that's what the noodles do +We got the choppas so that's what the shooters do +We got the beams and the ones that's gon' shoot at you +.40 got kick, better tell me to move at you +That's the same .40 that go through your cuticles +That's the same .40 that boom with that sonic boom +Girl, you so mad, girl, you so sad +I give her dick and I knock out her attitude +I get the guap, ""Uzi, they used to laugh at you (Guap) +Uzi, you condom, she won't put the trap on you +Uzi, I swear these niggas, they not half of you +All of these demons and angels, they after you"" +I am the only one that exists, so all of these and angels and demons, they after you +Countin' this guap, so these niggas, they after you +You is my son so I can't be after you +Rollie baguette' stones +AP that touch toes +But they cost more than your whip, and your home (Yeah) +Pockets fat like Sherman, my shit on swole +These niggas rat like vermon, he already told +Move around like a ferret, no backbone +My new whip white like dairy, it's all orange +It's all orange like a tangerine (Tangerine) +It's just one thing just like hermes ring (hermes ring) +I was in Bergdorfs spent a hundred beans (Hundred beans) +I just bought some Gucci and some Louboutins (Louboutins) +Bitch, I'm livin' wild and my lifestyle mean (Lifestyle mean) +I just fucked two bitches in my living room (Yeah, yeah) +Living room so big can live in my living room (Ayy, ayy) +Living room so big, ain't make it to my bedroom +So much swag in my closet like a fitting room +Chanel on my sheets, this a king room (LV) +This that ""I can drip and don't say a word"" +They play me overseas like I am [?] (That's funny, that's funny, that's funny) +Toss a brick at D, I could move them birds +Got it on the thirty-first, moved it by the first +Said I don't give a fuck, this a Chanel purse (Yeah) +It cost more than hers, it costs more than hers (More than hers) +I spent eighty-thousand, that was just on hers +Spent two-hundred thousand, that was just on jackets +Rockin' that mink, rockin' chinchilla, rockin' that brown jackrabbit (Ayy) +But only, 'cause if I ruin that bitch once, and then, nigga, you can just have it +Okay, this molly is all in my punch +Just like eat lobster and shrimp for lunch +Marilyn Manson so I can eat brunch +Diamonds all water, it look like I dunked +Right in the tank, man, I just did it +I got them Perkies, they all in my stomach (What?) +I got the gas, it's all in my lungs (Huh?) +We put them hollow-tips right in the drum (Lil Uzi) +Hope you don't think I'm dumb (Hope you don't think I'm dumb) +Hope you don't think I'm soft (Hope you don't think I'm soft) +Hope you don't think you can play with my heart (You don't think that) +If you do, got some shit that'll tear you apart (Grah-grah) +I bought my beam in tomorrowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Let ’Em Have It “L”[Hook] +Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Let 'em have it) +[Verse 1: Big L] +Ayo, I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot +Dressed in all black, never seen in polka dots +No other write rhymes like these +I'm cool as a light breeze, I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees +I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ +You sayin', ""L's this,"" and, ""L's that""—get off L' dick +I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys +And we do drivebys in 325is +I had beef with this thief named Randolph +Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed +So you better leave L alone +Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone +Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin' +Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and +Every crab MC that runs up +When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up +[Hook] +Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Let 'em have it) +[Verse 2: Big L] +I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings +It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing +The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes +A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time +One two one two crews I run through +Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu +Cause I'm a MC assassinator +I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator +Step to this and get shanked up +I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt +And I entertain well because of my brain cells +I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L +My raps are hotter than the Bahamas +MC's be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise +With Big L you can't swing long +So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song +[Hook] +Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Let 'em have it) +[Verse 3: Big L] +The Big L's back to attack with a phat rap +Matter of fact, black, I'm puttin' Harlem on the map +Wassup cause I'm a stiggy star +Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart +You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart +I'm undefeated that's the stone truth +Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth +I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide +A punk brother died cause he tried +To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast +He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom) +I make a lot of dough, I'm quick to spot a foe +Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go! +When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy +Cause I'm a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy +Facts on tracks I recite well +Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L +[Hook] +Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) +(Let 'em have it L) What? +(Let 'em have it) +Outro [Ma$e]: +A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner +Doin' something they ain't +Got no business doin' +I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad +Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'? +Like Box and Herb and Big Sid +A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B +You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes, B +[Big L] +Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man +Word up let's go see our P.OEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Nothing Out There for Me[Intro: Beyoncé, Missy] +There ain't nothin' out there! +A Missy Elliot exclusive +*phone ringing* +I know one thing Beyoncé better not answer this phone +Hundred ladies ain't free, I ain't got no money either shoot +We 'posed to been at the club +Hello? +Beyoncé I know you ain't lettin' dat broke down, insecure +LL Cool J wanna be nigga keep you in da house for another Friday +Yo just, just go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man +Ain't nothin' out there for me +[Verse 1: Beyoncé (Missy)] +My man don't like my friends +(Girl yo man ain't no good why he tryin' to keep you in?) +He say they influence me +(If I was an influence I woulda been said leave) +But boy I love him so +(Girl we late for the club, why you still don't wanna roll?) +Cuz I got my prize right here +(See, the guys at da party) +Ain't nothin' out there for me (Come on) +[Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] +Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be +I done already been in the streets +And ain't came across nothin' so sweet +He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one +So don't worry when I'm hangin' out +He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about +[Verse 2: Beyoncé (Missy)] +I know he's insecure, everytime I leave out the door +(You lettin' him spoil yo' night? Live ya life, you ain't even his wife) +He ain't gotta worry bout' me cuz' I got somethin' more sweet +(Oh, you must got a diamond ring) +And I know I'm so lucky ain't nothin' +[Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] +Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be +I done already been in the streets +And ain't came across nothin' so sweet +He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one +So don't worry when I'm hangin' out +He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about +[Bridge: Beyonce] +I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) +I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) +And he don't know I'm in love +Like the time that we met (I adore him) +I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I love him) +I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) +I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) +And he don't know I'm in love +Like the time that we met (I adore him) +I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I adore him) +[Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] +Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be +I done already been in the streets +And ain't came across nothin' so sweet +He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one +So don't worry when I'm hangin' out +He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about +[Outro: Beyoncé, Missy (Beyoncé)] +Look, you goin' or what? +Go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man +Ain't nothin' out there for me +There's a lotta guys wit' cash and they like to spend money fast +Now is you sure about dat? +I'm chillin' wit' my man wha part don't you understand? +Yeah I'm sure about dat +I think you should really go, I heard the party is outta control +Make sure you sure about that +I don't care about no club +Cuz my man is all I love, yeah I'm sure about that +Don't let em' blow ya high, go out and have a nice time +Is you sure about that? +Girl I do not get high and wit' him I'm spendin' all my time +Yeah, I'm sure about that +Ok stay wit cha man, I'll be at the club doin' my dance, woo! (You’re the only one that I'm thinkin' about)" +"That’s Mama[Intro] +I'ma send this song to all the beautiful mothers across the world tonight +High and low, far and near +Now I'ma send this to this one mother +My mother, Miss Connie, love her to death +All the stuff I done put you through, no song repays for it out there +But I tried +For you, Mama +[Chorus] +This for Mama, that woman +This for Mama, that woman +When he was gone we had Mama +Just that woman +All alone, me and Mama +This for Mama (Love you, Mama), huh +[Verse 1] +Kissin' me and huggin' me, huh +That's Mama, that's Mama +Always tryna fuss with me +That's Mama, yeah, that's Mama +Without you there would be no me (Without you) +Without Mama, huh (Without Mama) +Gave me my bottle (Protected me) +Made sure I swallowed (Raised me) +Raised me and that bottle, huh +Me, TQ, and Mama (Me, TQ, and Mama) +Always at my games (Always at my games) +I know I'm gon' see Mama (Know I'm gon' see Mama) +Workin' two jobs a week, just so we eat, huh +That's Mama (That's my Mama, yeah) +They tried to shit on my fame +Who spoke up for my name? (She did) +My mama, huh +[Chorus] +This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman) +This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman) +When he was gone we had Mama (When he was gone we had Mama) +Just that woman (Put your hands up if you love your mama) +All alone, me and Mama (Mama) +This for Mama +[Verse 2] +Her cigarettes and her lighter, huh +Slow down, Mama (Please slow down, Mama) +Always readin' that Bible (Always readin' those words, huh) +God help Mama (God, help Mama) +I'm back in trouble, she cried (Boose in trouble again, huh) +Don't cry, Mama +My friends, they keep on dyin' (My friends, they keep on dyin', dyin') +I ask Mama, why, Mama? (I ask Mama) +No more askin' for no favors (we ain't gotta ask cheaper for nothin' no more +We straight now, Mama, we straight) +No more askin' for no rides (No more askin' for no rides +Motherfuckers ain't wanna give me a ride) +You see me now, Ma, you can smile (You see me now, Ma, you smile +Hope you happy, 'cause yesterday I saw you) +You ain't smiled in a while (Like you ain't smiled in a while, Connie, huh) +This for you, Mama, this for you +[Chorus] +This for Mama (I love Mama), that woman (I love that woman) +This for Mama (Love Mama), that woman (Ooh, I love that woman) +When he was gone we had Mama (Daddy was gone, we called Mama) +Just that woman (Just that woman) +All alone, me and Mama (Yeah, all alone, me and Mama) +This for Mama (This for that woman, Connie) +[Interlude] +In the pen, she can't feed me (In the pen, she can't feed me) +My mama, my mama +Brought my kids every time (Brought my kids every time) +My mama, my mama +Her and my lawyer on the TV (Who that lady is right there, actin' like that?) +That's my mama (That's my mama) +My soldier, my soldier +[Outro] +This for my mama +This a special song 'cause +Everybody ain't got no mama +Straight up +MamaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"HitManLord, I think I need a hitman +Tell Biggie I'm a big fan +Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls, and your pockets on stickman +I just came from the gun store, I swear I spent about 10 grand +I have your family wearing black clothes +And your homies wearing shit bags +Lord, I think I need a hitman +We bout to go kidnap a rich man +If he don’t give it up we chop him up +And send his body parts to his house gift-wrapped +Lord, I think I need a hit man, to put a hit out on the big man +As you can see I've got big plans, big plans to be the big man +Lord I think I need a hit man, cause I can't trust the next man +Lord I thank you for my weed man +But right now we playing phone tag +I’m doing 40 down the boulevard (Ayy) +With my homie that's gon' take the charge (Ayy) +He got the Tommie and I got the Mac +And on your head they've got a contract +Lord I thank you for my hit man, and tell Pac I'm a big fan +I sing Dear Mama to my dear mama +And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass (Ooh) +Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey) +Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey) +Its Tunechi baby, I'm a scumbag +And I'm priceless plus Tax (Ooh) +Lord I thank you for these bricks man (Ooh) +I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey) +Don’t get high off your own supply (Chh) +But I gotta try before I buy (Woo) +I buss back and put that bitch in drive (Oo) +Then circle back and make sure them Nigga's die (Ooh) +I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga +I put it to your ear and BAP, eavesdrop a Nigga +Lord I think I need a hit man, Tell Pimp C I'm a big fan +Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff +Niggas faker than witch-craft, I split a Nigga in half +These lil boys they look up to me, I put the G on Giraffe +Lord I thank you for my hit man, but we need to hit a lick man +Cause my girl want some implants +Lord I think the bitch a Kim fan +Doing 40 down the boulevard +I told shawty she gon take the charge +She said its nothing boy I got your back +Because these other Niggas copycats +Lord I think I need a hit man, this for all my fans that been fans +I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry +I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast +I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T, Ass Tongue & Tit man +Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag +He zig-zag then crash, Oooh whiplash +Lord I thank you for my hit man +Lord I been a Soulja Slim fan (Ooh) +Pockets on Mack Maine (Nigga), your pockets on stickman +(Mannnn, mannnnn, mannnnn, Lord I thank you for my Hit man)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Dirty Game (Remix)Its a dirty game +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Flawless Crowns[Intro: Raekwon] +Uh... lay back.. word up, just bless 'em +With the bulletproof... more cases for ya eyes... +[Raekwon] +Flawless crowns, sevens, bags of black +We kill industry niggas and build maps +High powered money, blimps with emblems +Pimps, all of my hoes'll spray you under the tints +Yeah, car shows with cases, writing niggas out in the Beacon +Down in the antics, Lex, you should take it +Wide world of sniffers, spiroglyphics, caesers and blue eagles +I'mma make my music the business +And now for the record, I'm on niggas, go head, ditech it +I'mma leave you left, freezing and naked +Silverback gorillas, taught to bite tongues out faces +Fleeing in clubs, fly in something silver +Catch me with the Germans, hard body dealing with hard white +Dominican complexion with some hard ice +Can't nothing rock me, I'm legendary +[Outro: Raekwon] +What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what +It's on you bitch... word up... +Back to that ice rocking shit +The muthafuckin' good sneakers on +With the persian muthafuckin' scarfs hanging on +Catch me flying in that muthafuckin' XO +It's on, with the shit on the other side +The steering wheel on the other side, my nigga +You know what it is, it's going down +Cuban Linx man, Part 2, The Purple Tape +It's on, thoro, do it..." +"50 Hoes*[Intro] +CB on the beat +Uh, yeah +Brr, yeah +Uh +[Chorus] +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Ooh) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh? Brr) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Ooh) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet, yeah (Ooh) +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?) +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Woo) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh?) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Chanel-nel) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet (Uh-huh), yeah +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?) +[Verse] +I hit the pharmacy +I got some drank, ooh, lеt's get it (Uh, brr-brr) +Don't hit the surgery (Don't) +Jеt just took off, ooh, let's get it (Huh?) +Yeah, I got dick in your mama (Yeah) +8 grams stuffed and some Barney (Huh?) +Put an 8 bands on your attorney (Yeah) +[?] on [?] (Like), ooh +Them bullets, they fly (Yeah) +I got the Glock on me in [?] (Yes) +No, I don't settle the lessons (No way, nah) +100 round drum in a Tahoe (Pow-pow-pow) +Lamb truck sittin' in LA +And I don't even drive that bitch (Uh-huh) +I been sippin' on Wockanda, bitch, I'll slit my wrist (Fuck it) +Throw it as someone from NBA (Yeah) +Put bald pussy in my face (In my face), hmm +Perkys, these bitches on the plate (Ooh) +Pourin' up a 7, not an 8 (Pourin' up 7 not an 8) +I don't need cash right now, uh-huh +[?] in LA (Brr-brr), uh +Pull up in a big body Rolls truck (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm just on fuckin' drugs (Yeah-yeah-yeah) +[Chorus] +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Ooh) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh? Brr) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Ooh) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet, yeah (Ooh) +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?) +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Woo) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh?) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Chanel-nel) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet (Uh-huh), yeah +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"This Is Murder Not Music[Verse] +I'm on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen +Man, how the fuck did I get here again? +First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit +They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch +You told me do it, don't act like you ain't told me do it +You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser +I fly the kite, my little man'll cut his sister up +He loves his bitch, you snatch her he'll start switching up +I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date +I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure +Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas +Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas +I'm trying to be easy +But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me +You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared, Jack +A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that +[Hook] +This is murder, this is not music +I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it +You niggas forgot how I do it +Well, I do it like there's nothing to it +[Outro] +Yeah, all I'mma do is this, I'mma keep counting money +I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win +I'mma make you watch me win over and over again +You already know what it is with me, motherfucker +This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count, man +Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers +I'm getting... I got 100 dollar bills, for real, nigga +All I'mma do is this man, you hear that sound in the background? +I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired +I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house, nigga +When I count more than your momma house +I'mma take a break, go get a new stack +Hand me that money over there +What we gon' do? All year long +It's back to 50, you already know +Get the money, and shut the fuck up +Watch me do what I'm doing cause niggas can't stop nothing that I'm doing +Nothing I'm doing +Right after you get in the way we gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed +We went through that whole ""Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire"" +Shit, it's over, nigga +Back to the script, you know how this shit go +How much is that? +Oooh, if you could see me right now, I got a alligator on, nigga +You, you think it should go different? See, that's where you go wrong +When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think, nigga? +Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting and your hashtags and +You know what the fuck you do, nigga, let me do what I doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Flip’n on My Block(*talking*) +Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip +(that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street +It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah +[Lil Flip] +(on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face +And don't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight +(on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car +And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star +So holla at a nigga, when you get your check +And if it's 800 dollars, you about to triple that +(on my block), we staying up playing dominoes +And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes +That's how the game go, when you living in my city +And niggas in the hood, they don't show no pity +So don't act hot seditty, when you see me at a show +And the reason we don't hang, cause you act like a hoe +(on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed +And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed +I'm from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land +And where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man +[Hook] +On my block, everybody on the corner hustling +On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons +On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy +I can't leave freestyling alone, the game need me +[Lil Flip] +(on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street +In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley +Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop +You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block +You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop +You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop +You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops +Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe +You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A +Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway +Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood +Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good +[Hook] +[Lil Flip] +You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face +We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let's race +And we can't catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers +And I spit dead in your face, now that's some gangsta shit for ya +And to my fans, who really buy my shit +I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich +And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be shit +So I'ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click +On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha" +"Dirty Diary[Intro] +Dirty diary, diary +This that dirty diary nigga +Oh lord +Dirty diary, diary, diary +[Verse 1] +You heard old boy got his issue +Guess when they come they don't miss you +Too many dead, I need tissues +This life is so far from pretty +Rest in peace to my hitters +Those in my killer committee +Lil Ivy Ghost and Lil Bleek +We wrote y'all name in the street +I'm sorry for all the problems that I couldn't solve without talkin' +Rest in peace to that Problem and everybody we lost +My heart goes out to Lil Titus, because of me you went a bin +I took that chance with my man, tried to sip some fuckin' codeine +[Chorus] +Dirty diary +Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty +Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary) +Dirty diary, dirty, dirty, dirty +[Verse 2] +I pray you wake up safe and well, I hope you covered in grace +I hope your teachers teach you well while I play with Lay-Lay +Me, Turk, and Mel back, all love, one time I wish that I'm hatin' +Not knowin' the CEO rode 'til I got in they place +Donkey I'm sorry with all my heart that you got shot in your face +I could've told you slow your roll but told the opposite way +Mama I just wan' see us happy, I don't wan' argue today +This family starting to look like daddy would say, huh +[Chorus] +Dirty diary +Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty +Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary) +Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty +[Verse 3] +Sometimes I look in the mirror like why I'm so underrated? +If you name one nigga realer, man I can argue time eight +Apologize to my uncles for always sellin' you yay +So sorry Bleek, I was chosen, I miss you thug every day +I'm sorry Dawg I couldn't pick up, man it was so much to date +I love you nigga and I keep the faith that you'll be home one day +All my niggas in the hood, always been down with me +But still I gotta wonder, who gon' ride for me? +[Chorus] +Dirty diary +Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty +Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary) +[Outro] +This should make you buy my album five times +Me givin' you my (me givin' you my) +Dirty diary, diary +This should make you buy my album five times +Me givin' you my +Me reachin' inside +For dirty diaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Rock N RollWe gonna party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll +Party all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll +I'm in this bitch like i wanna rock right now +We so deep you motherfuckers might drown +I'm so fly tonight call me a night owl +I'm high as stars blue skies and white clouds +Talking about let's go crazy, let's go ladies, they all follow soon +...tell it, yeah it's a movie, watch the trailer if it don't float out both, pop the sailor +Party all night, party all night, a whole bunch of bitches this is the dog fight +Begin in the cream, you know off right, a whole lot of smoke, i need fog lights +Young money baby you can't hold me, you can't put me so you can't fold me +Lose your mind, out of control, i now pronounce you rock and roll, yeah +Party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll +Party all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and rollEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Remember[Chorus] +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +[Verse] +Nowadays in the streets, this shit so wicked +Your own mans'll get you get you clapped, boy +You thought he was with it +Hittin' blocks, spinnin' blocks, still ride with my niggas +Actin' like they with it, but niggas ain't with it +Stop playin', I put one in your fitted +Put them niggas on your ass, now you bitchin' +Jumpin' and flinchin, 30 in the Glock, it's extension +Never needed niggas co-sign, took the fam if I'm real +Your bitch fat up in that dress, she dressin' to kill +Make a nigga wanna touch it just to see if it's real +See if it's real, let a nigga know what's the deal +I took her home the first night +She let me fuck, yeah it's real +[Chorus] +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +[Verse 2] +One time for the niggas, who out here with it +I love my niggas, cause I ain't gotta question if they with it +I can look up at a nigga and tell if he really with it +And if I start some shit, then guarentee that I'ma finish +And if you start some shit, I really hope that you could finish +You better not start some shit, that you can't even really finish +We fly as hell in the latest, you know that we be trendin' +Why would I leave my niggas? +They been with me since the beginnin' +Try us lil nigga, and it's gon be a sad endin' +Gotta watch them niggas who ain't happy when you winnin' +Nigga say he your mans, but he ain't happy when you winnin' +Stop playin' +I been with the shits since the beginnin' +[Chorus] +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Bob ’n’ I[Intro: sample] +Bird flying high, you know how I feel +Sun in the sky, you know how I feel +Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for... +Bird flying high, you know how I feel +Sun in the sky, you know how I feel +Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me +[RZA] +Who be the last man standin' when I cock back the cannon? (Bobby!) +And blast your ass in search for Michael Landon (and) +Abandon ship, you can't penetrate (and) +My solar eclipse, you dickhead y'all get pussy-whipped (and) +Sword of Conan, wind speed of Rodan (and) +Flow so cold, I freeze M.C.'s to snowmen (and) +Turn 'em up to the sun to defrost them (and) +Proceed with caution, you get your beans baked in Boston (and) +Slice a lemonhead, it's like John Lennon said (and) +Help, you need somebody and (and) +If you ever see somebody and (and) +Fuckin' with the Wu, you gonna be a body and (and) +By me, myself and Bobby and (sha na na) (and) +You superficial nigga, fuck it I'm a superhero (and) +My pistol will turn you to a super zero (and) +Make a fingetip griplock of Royce Gracie (and) +While I'm makin' this cash like Mr. Spacely (and) +Or Cogswell Cogs, I don't fuck with hogs (and) +Your dialogue is stuck, too analog (and) +Is you guns heavy enough? (and) +Is your gold chain truck Chevy enough? (and) +Don't fuck around with Starks, Rebel and us (and) +B-O-B-B-Y (sha na na) (and) +You superficial nigga, buck it I'm a superhero (and) +My super pistol will turn you to a super zero (and) +Lot of niggas askin' us, some faxin' us (and) +How I gladiate, take land like Maximus (and) +You listerin', while this winds blisterin' (and) +I'm in the clouds like my man Calrissian (and) +Lando, bust shots like Marlon Brando (and) +You gettin' smacked like I'm playin' black Sambo (and) +Hambone, hambone, haven't you heard? (and) +Papa gonna buy you a mockingbird (and) +If that mockingbird don't sing (and) +Papa gonna buy you a diamond ring (and) +Watch out for the Killa Bee sting (and) +BZA-Bobby (sha na na) +[Outro: RZA] +You see that's what we called B-Boy freestyle! +You stupid muthafucka!!! +""and"" ""Bobby!"" (repeated to the end) +""sha na na!""" +"You Ain’t No Gangsta[Verse 1] +Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke +Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope +I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me +Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley +I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch +Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot +You talk six coupe's, shit you only pushing a trey +Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K +For cats like you, crime don't pay +You just linger in the hood, then niggas blow you away +You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up +Then have to tuck em in when I pop up +Niggas in the hood sayin ""50's Grimy"" +Cause they hit me with consignment and now they can't find me +If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip +And I can cop another one after each assist +[Hook] +You ain't no gangsta +You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker +You fake fraudulent motherfucker +You ain't a gangsta +I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out +Cause we don't trust ya +[Verse 2] +You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? +Kill him, that's what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee +Y'all ain't got to believe me +When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick +Wit Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick +She ain't hot but everytime I fuck, the coke price drops +When it's time to get it on (what) +I pull over the thong (uh huh) +Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah) +Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A +I like it when she say ""Papi I feel it in my Belly"" +Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly +First thing I'm sayin is ""Nigga what da deally"" +Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle +Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really? +I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli +Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's +Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me? +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof +Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't fuckin wit me, duke +Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay +Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday +Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up +Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up +Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care +I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square +Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it +I spit it cause I did it and I mean it +Man, I don't like none of y'all +Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all +Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all +Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz +I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs +Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs +Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" + +"My Birthday[Intro - Lil Wayne] +Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on +Basically +I got Streets in the booth with me +Dedication trois +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +Now let me talk my shit +Fresh up out the water like I caught fly fish +Weezy F. bitch, I can say what I please +Swagger so cold it stay when I leave +I see you little doggs just shaking out fleas +I kill dogs like I'm making Chinese, food +Rude only when I gotta be +Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me +""Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"" +Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead +Shit, like ""Go, Wayne, go!"" +Ice on a white tee, I make a snow angel +Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle +My shit's so tight you can get strangled +It's Young Money, ain't no such thing as plain clothes +Polo jammers, Louis slippers +Call them ""private plane clothes"" +I'm taking off, going to another land +Call her misses, never going to another man +Shabba Ranks Weezy, muthafucker, I'm a lover man +Yeah talk that shit Tune +I gotta wipe my diamond grill with a tissue +I'm talking too much shit +I eat pussy and you suck dick +[Kidd Kidd] +They call me ""Lil Nut"" but my nuts aren't +The same. No homo, that's how I came in the +The game, I married Mary Jane, I seen the +Spidermane, the shit that made Pinky blow +Out the Brain brain. Told Lois Lane +I can't be a Super Mane, my whole +Suit black like bat mane and I keep that iron, mane +Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out +The game, I'm back at the halftime +Like it's just an ankle sprain +Ain't no one could do it better +More hits than Eddie Guerrerra +The flow like ? at the competitors +It's mass hysteria. Historic in +Your area, 51 alien, what planet is he from +Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the shotgun +Picture Bugz with the shotgun up to Elmer Fudd +All my thugs get dirty like we running +In the mud, we 7:30 livewires +Plug off the chain, utterly untame +Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain +Hard to come out, like a love-stain +I came from nothing, fucking calling hoes +And flying planes; who the fuck could complain? +[Gudda Gudda] +So you mad cause I'm styling on you? +Lights off, mask on, creepy siding on you +Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqó +Gudda: I'm the East gang schizo +It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know +How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle +How I yell a nigga but my heart dark like nut skin +Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nothing +Let me get back in it, bitch +I just go ahead first, you be on that timid shit +Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit +Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown +""Don't give me shit!"" Niggas in the streets say +""Kill them all!"" Bitch, you know we got guns +Like the Pentagon. I'm just eating nigga +I'm getting my dinner on +And your bitch licking: getting her lizard on +[T-Streets] +Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck +I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck +Come for you and your kids like nigga what +Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts +Young Money nigga: big dicks, big trucks +I'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us +Go to court: the case get dissmussed +Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us +[Mack Maine] +It's Mack Maine: ain't shit to discuss +I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups +I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas like Christmas +Then turn to their female dog like ""bitch, what?"" +My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis +My dick big: that's why I walk like I got tendonitis +I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis +The doc said I got a case of ""real"" nigganitis +He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it +See, I'm a warrior. They compare me to Leonidus +I got a set fee: I ain't about discussing prices +Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson +Wish you could see my face now +Feel like I'm poltergeisting +See me in streets, be Street Fighting like +Blanka or Bison. Slicing, dicing +Like w butcher knifeing. Wifing +Bitches? Never, that shit is trifling +Young Money the fucking nicest +Put words together like a fucking hypen +Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling +Nigga we got a lot of rappers striking +Standing by the harvest for fruit +Waiting for the fruit to ripen +We run up on niggas and jack the for their stipend +Catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking +I'm with every video vixen you liking +I'm the reason your bitch dyking +How I get like this? +I'll pump a nigga breaks, something like Midas +I try to be modest, nigga I'm honest +And this is what I did for my birthday, bitch +I ain't get no pussy though4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Piano Man[Intro] +Heyyyy +Yeahhhhh +[Verse 1] +Ok I saw you at the bus stop +You had on a halter top +And your mini skirt +And your doony in your purse +So I turn around and swoop you +And hit you with that toot toot +Like do you need a ride +Like do you need a ride +Cause I know where your from +Your from where I'm from +Then I'm with you girl +I know you girl +I like you girl +I want you +I'm from where your from +And I'm cool with your mom +I like you girl +I want you girl +I with your girl +I'm for you girl +[Hook] +You're my around the way girl (ohhhh) +You're my around the way girl (ohhhh ohhh) +You're my around the way girl (ohhh) +You're my around the way girl +[Verse 2] +I saw you at the benz lot +In that new benz drop +Looking at that benz drop +So I bought you that benz drop +So now you in that new coupe +Hit me with that toot toot +Like girl I need a ride +Like girl I need a ride +Because you know where I'm from +I'm from where your from +And I'm with your girl +I know you girl +I like you +I want you and +Your from where I'm from +And your cool with my mom +And I know you +I like you +I'm with you +I'm for your girl +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Hush Hush[Chorus] +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I'm not sorry, but I lied +It feel a little bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I know you hate me 'cause I'm right +Just close your eyes, this is my +M-m-m-my lullaby-by-by-by-by +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +(Hush, hush) +Uh, I tell her I'm workin', I'm not with these hoes +Yeah, she say, ""You better be workin' and not with these hoes"" (Hush, hush) +I tell her what she wanna hear, not what she don't wanna know +She tell me, ""Be quiet and ride me slow, like they got bumps in the road"" (Hush, hush) +Look, what you don't know won't hurt your ass +Girl, 'cause if you knew better, you'd do better, yeah, whatever, shit (Hush, hush) +I tell you ""I'm here"" when I'm there and ""I don't"" when I do +And you just want me to tell all of the bitches I care for it's all about you +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And I get that, so when I'm with them, I just hit that +I don't even kiss back, my white lies are pitch black, believe that +And I ain't proud of myself, I can't lie to myself +I said, ""Self, gather yourself,"" and left her cryin' by herself, whoa +[Chorus: (Lil Wayne)] +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I'm not sorry, but I lied +It feel a bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I know you hate me 'cause I'm right +Just close your eyes, this is my (You met me this way, baby) +M-m-m-my lullaby +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +(Hush, hush) +Uh, I tell her, ""Don't worry, it's not 'bout them hoes"" +She just be hopin' whenever I'm worried, it's not 'bout them hoes (Hush, hush) +Uh, she act like my stories are not gettin' old +But I know she'd rather hear what I tell her, not what she not bein' told (Hush, hush) +Okay, I lied to you 'cause the truth hurts +And it hurts me too, I would cry with you but I gotta work, I gotta work (Hush, hush) +She say, ""You better be workin' and not with these hoes"" +But I drive 'em so crazy like I got the wheel on the wide-open road +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And I zig-zag, and when I'm with them, I just hit that +We don't even kickback, chit-chat, nor chillax, believe that +And I ain't proud of that shit, I can't lie about that shit +I say, ""Self, snap out this shit,"" and left her crying 'bout that shit, woah +[Chorus] +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I'm not sorry, but I lied +It feel a bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I know you hate me 'cause I'm right +Just close your eyes, this is my +M-m-m-my lullaby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Rich[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] +Yeah... mm-hmm, yea... yea... +Yea... (what is it lord?) yo +[Ghostface Killah] (Raekwon) {both} +Shootout in Stechman's, fire in the city {a block away} +(One of Rick shots hit Missy) +The reason why he did it, his tank {was on E} +(Crib got raided and lost) {about three} +Fifty in gear (ten in silverware) another sixty +{That was married to his neck, arm and ear} +Just got divorced, Stephanie left him for a ball player +Took the kids and moved to Georgia +(Should I be as a man-thinker, for every action) There's a re-action +Seeing his case, he started spazzing +Gamma len in my only Clark, green and yellow God-God +(Size nine Magic, show face, fucking with stars) +Craig Mack blowout, braided (You got the new shit son?) +Bet he find a way {to out date it} +(Timberland mineral was rusted, man made corruption, taylor made producton) +He had a seed in a Wally jumper, Ronny Bump nephew +Butt ass, balled up in a corner in a comforter +Paulette was his main wiz, she guzzled 99 bananas +Squeezing niggas dicks {in front of cameras} +(Light skin Lil' Kim, Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that +(This the shit that rich niggas dreamt +Rick brother Pazone'll be home, estimate 30 days, brolic arm) Fresh out the cage +{Do the story seem intriging? When P come home +Will he have all these niggas mouths bleeding?} +[Chorus 2X: Raekwon] +The young black, travel to mix, we open eyes on a disc +Try to resist, reviving the rich +Airbrush money when we walk, most highly paid Cheeba hawk +Checking how he walk, tell a story lord +[Raekwon] (Ghostface Killah) {both} +Went down like Wednesday, Lounge gave a party at the way +{Seen armor truck money, everybody pay} +Niggas in the back watching, everything butter scotch +Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it's watch +(Moving with the New Hampshire niggas) Ride them, catering +(Sleeping with them) {sneaky ass wizzes} +(Guess who appeared out the blue? Stark Drizzling) +Stood Pazone, laying in the Ac' with two women, how his whip look? +(The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece (you know how his vest be) +Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet +Name Unique, who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week +12 o'clock on the diz-nock, we went to check the moon out +{Vibes I'm getting, I have to clear the room out} +Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol) +{Thirty inch telephone} (Lip to his eyeball) +Playing a Bob mood, just answer out his pocket +{Real heavy} (Like he bought his rings from Liberace) +Had his parrot with him, Unique, you see these niggas fronting in here? +(Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here, the music stop) +{Bitches drop} Shit jumped off by the bathroom +{Aiyo, oh shit, that's Sasoon} +(P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet, felt sorry for him +First shot was ill, clapped his parrot) +Blew him off son shoulder, so many feathers had the club coughing +{That's when Pazone lost it!} (He wigged out, crying, spit out +He's living like Dead Presidents, real life, he's letting it out) +It was a shotty that murdered pop +Guess who did it? {The slick young bitches on the stock} +[Chorus 2X]" +New song 2014Lil wayne new song 2014EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy +"Killah Intro[Sample] +Hahahaha +Ghostface Killer +I bet you'd forgotten me, maybe thought I was dead +Get out of here fast, this man's a killer +Hahahaha, hahahaha" +"I’m A Ghost[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Bury me back across the track, with my name on the wall +Nigga how you love that, Feel this +Keep all my niggas strapped down when we hit the club doe +Teach all my niggas in the bottom not to love hoes +Got a real killa who'll come get you like Candyman +?I ride in big Ram trucks I don't do Avalanche? +??????????????????? just don't get a chance to do me like my nigga Tys' +When it's on I bring a 40 and some head bustas +Fed duckas, Known killers so they scared of us +And Christmas time and Thanksgivin ain't the same no mo +Since I done lost my ?lil woe on this gangsta joke? +But when we touch I'm gon' be famous, with a lot of bread +And ????? we gon' get heads you know how we play it +Listen here when I rap and I can show you boys I'm not a dream peepin my knowledge +All you seein is the violence, Don't you always hear sirens up in the hood? (Yeah) +Don't them boys that be wildin up in the hood? (Yeah) +And you can bury me a G, Mama wipe your tears +But one day I gotta disappear and I'mma be a ghost +[Hook] +I can't stop it when God's knockin +So you can bury me a G +I got the police looking for me +But to them I'm a G-H-O-S-T +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +Behind Trill I'mma die for it, Fuck tryin for it +And you know I gotta ride for it nigga +And I'm back and I'm all faded +All over soldier with a brain that keeps on elevatin +And them bitch ass niggas up on my team, Yeah they turned on me +They talked behind my back squeal like a worm homie +It's my turn homie, That platinum plaque I feel I earned homie +But I ain't gonna feel it till my records get some turns homie +Many men wish death on me so I told 40 Glocks +Nigga I need my whole life I gotta torture now +You know what's up with me +I'm OG, rest in peace Soulja Slim nigga +Look this life as a rap star is nothin without guard +The livin ain't really hard but bullets rip you apart +You think I'm pussy test a pussy you gon' catch a pussy +In the top of yo head now that's an extra pussy +I run with convicts, lawyers, even college grads +I roll with ex poppers then niggas on them body bags +You fuck with Boosie I'mma show you where the choppas at +But one day I'mma be a ghost they still gon' holla that +[Hook x2] +[Verse 3: Webbie] +You hear me rippin Pac's shit up +Grippin the Glock, Spittin +And willing to knock any nigga out there trippin +I'm just young sick ya either love it or hate it +I came up strugglin, hatin but I've been thuggin and made it +In their discussion they bring me up all the time +Cause it's hard to find a nigga hard as mine +I'mma break a brick down to all the dimes +So my cake'll flip now I get all of minesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Cruel Winter[Refrain] +Cruel Winter, ooh +Ooh, uh +Cruel Winter, ooh +Woo +Cruel Winter, woo +Ooh +Cruel Winter, ooh +[Instrumental Break] +[Refrain] +Cruel Winter, ooh +Ooh, uh +Cruel Winter, ooh +Woo +Cruel Winter, woo +Ooh +Cruel Winter, ooh" +"Weak[Intro: Lil Wayne & SVW] +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Turn the music up a little bit in my headphones, please +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Yeah, that's more like it, uh +Mhm, yeah +Got my nigga Dre in here with me, my nigga YoYo in here with me +I'm 'bout to talk to the shawties though +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +You an amazing lil broad +When you pass out wave and applaud, baby on call +Late at night spent on a beach +Hold hands and gaze at the stars, I play the guitar +When we fuck it's crazy, bizarre +She say I'm raising the bar +Her legs is ajar, her hair is a mess +She raising her arms, I stare at her breast, then I caress +And now she impressed, she say I'm the best, and I say I guess, and now she obsessed +And now she just text, with a request, to come be my guest, I said be my guest, have her W-E-A-K F-O-R W-E-E-K-S, I'm serious +I eat that pussy 'til she delirious, then she blow me like helium +Her tongue long, reptilian +Make love long, resilient, and then we spoon like cereal +And I came like four or five times, she just swallowed whole familia, and now I'm weak +[Chorus: SVW & Lil Wayne] +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Yeah) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Weak) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Yeah, I say girl I'm weak in the knees, I can't even feel 'em +W-E-A-K +What to do (weak) +All who's here, is you +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Girl, where you going and where you coming from? +I could take you where you never been before +I make them hoes go back in they Pigeonhole +And turn the stress that you under into mistletoes +Girl you just perfect +And then we make a video, we sixty-nine on purpose +I mean it is what it is, and you get what you give, man +Don't you love reimbursements? +Girl it's just perfect +She dream about how good the dick is, and it's better in person +She said, it make her a better person +Even better, it make her a wetter person, rainy weather +I come first, she come last, and we came together +She said ""ooh"" I said ""yes"" like we sang together +Fuck her slow, fuck her fast, then I keep it mellow +She suck it slow, suck it fast, squeeze her cheeks together +Ooh, girl that got me so weak +Ooh, girl your body on fleek +I swear to god, your body should be illegal, and I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record +I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys +It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid +That pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm +I swear, I pinky swore, baby +Yeah +I say that pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm +I swear, I pinky swore, baby +What to do (yeah) +All who's here, is you +I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them +W-E-A-K +[Chorus: SVW & Lil Wayne] +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak (yeah) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them +W-E-A-K +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Weak) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Yeah) +[Bridge] +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to god +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to God +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +You wanna [?] +When you pass out, wave and applaud, baby on call +Your body should be illegal +I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record +I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys +It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid, baby +Yeah +And you know that pussy girl, I will destroy if it's pink and warm +I swear, I pinky swore, baby +Yeah +Now you weak in the knees, you can't even feel them +W-E-A-K +[Outro: SVW] +I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak +I lose all control and something takes over me +(Mula) +In a daze and it's so amazing, it's not a phase +I want you to stay with me, by my side +I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet +It knocks me right off of my feet +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"She Wasn’t Lasting[Verse 1] +Lil Uzi Vert, um, yeah I'm gon' rage +Yeah, Fuckin' yo bitch on the stage (yeah) +Fuckin' your bitch in the face (yeah) +I leave you gone with no trace (yeah) +Cartier all on my face, (yeah) +Ray ban's not on my face (yeah) +Duckin' and dodgin' on 12 (Aye) +Duckin' away from the snitches +Duckin' away from the bitches +I just be stackin' my riches, (Um Yeah) +If you see me with that bitch best believe I'm gon hit it +I don't buy none of my clothes from Lennox +Yeah my chopper that bitch big as a midget +Walk around in Balmain jeans +So much money a nigga just be limpin' +Aw yeah, I don't want that hoe +Keep my hammer close, I don't trust a soul +Countin' up them blue hundreds +But my money old +Jumpin' in my whip ain't no handles on the door +Like What +[Chorus] +Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting +(like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting +[Open Verse] +[Chorus] +Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't Lasting +(like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Black Heaven[Intro] +Black heaven is a place where people like me go +Up there in black heaven, black heaven +[Verse 1: Boosie] +Know Dr. King still preachin' about togetherness +But probably lookin' down sayin' it's irrelevant +Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent +A song bird prolly smilin' right now listenin' to her own words +Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG +Know she smilin' lookin' at the blacks in the front seat +Bernie Mac jokin' right now, him and Richard Pryor +Trayvon prolly lookin' down sayin' them niggas wild +I know who givin' knowledge up there, 2Pac +He lookin' down like what happened to this hip hop? +Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back +Him and Eazy talkin' bout how it was way back +Nate Dogg prolly reminicin' about the A-Trak +Pimp sayin' prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped +Michael Jackson? He prolly maxin' and relaxin' +Him and Marvin Gaye makin' a classic +[Hook: Keyshia Cole] +I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven +I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven +I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven +Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again +[Verse 2: Boosie] +Billie Holiday thinkin' about the old days +Johnny Taylor makin' mixes with the Ojays +Rodney King prolly thinkin' bout his old ways +Thinkin' bout how they burned the city down bout his old case +Malcolm X prolly wishin' he was down here +To take our hoods back from the people who ain't from round here +James Brown still hollin' it's a man's world +But thinkin' damn all these girls takin' man's girl +Know Jackie Neal talkin' bout how people roll +Know Tooki Williams still stickin' to the G code +Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record +Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend +Know I and Bleek prolly talkin' bout me +Them niggas prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three +DJ Screw lookin' down at the culture that he started +Rest in peace Bob Marley +[Hook: Keyshia Cole] +I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven +I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven +I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven +Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again +[Verse 3: J. Cole] +Where do my niggas go to when they pass? +And why do good niggas never last? +Some get addicted to the fast route +The hand in hand, you know that cash route +I pray to God that we see better days +I caught a record while the record plays +I'm thinkin' Lord don't let 'em carry me +See I know one day when they bury me +I'll go straight to black heaven, black heaven +Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven +Don't let the paranoia get to me +Can't take a trip to penitentiary +I make a flip and take the summer off +A half a brick? Now that's a somersault +I look to God, it's been along road +I got my braid up, like a cornrow +I've been through hell, one day I'll find my way +If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Super Gas*Lyrics from snippets: +[Intro] +I remember when I was mad broke +‘Member I was broke, the trap was mad slow, yeah +Yeah, the trap was mad slow, I remember when- +Remember I was broke, the trap was mad slow +[?] I get mad dough +I don’t know, know, know backdoor +When I had a girl, was a hassle +Now I’m in a Rari, I’m gone crash +Got diamonds all over the dash +Diamonds shining up like you AP +[Verse 1] +- +- +- +- +- +- +- +- +It’s a fake they keep changing crews +Diamonds they so cold, you could probably take a cruise +Yeah, on my neck +Only 5 minutes, I could probably get you wet +Turn around girl, let me hit it from the back +No she cannot take it, she keep pulling on my dreads +[Hook] +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +[Chorus] +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +We don’t trip all on these shoes, yeah +I always tell the truth, we can’t do that yet +She gone make me do right +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +I know that I’m a ruler +I know I’m the only one that can show you +[Verse 2] +Everything I said to you is factual +My diamonds like the ocean, like your backstroke +Hit it from the side, I did it that slow +Look in my eye, tell me that I got the best stroke +Best stroke, yeah, yeah, yeah +All this hating, I’m supposed to say ‘chu, ‘chu, ‘chu +Everyone knows they want to be just like you do +Yeah, my diamonds they be teal, but we can say light blue +We drop acid on they tongue, so they can see like you +Don’t know about him, but know that we right +Told that girl one talk and we'd go green light +[Hook] +She gone make me do that (Yeah) +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by (Yeah) +She gone make me do that (Yeah) +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +[Chorus] +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +We don’t trip all on these shoes, yeah +I always tell the truth, we can’t do that yet +She gone make me do right +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +I know that I’m a ruler +I know I’m the only one that can show you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The World[Verse 1] +Where we met, I had to give her her respect +She was with her man, he took a drag from her cigarette +He told her he'll be back +He jumped in the meter cab, just took her cell and told her where to meet him at +Now she was mad, And I was looking for my car +She had some plastic bags, coming from the supermarket +Cooking for his ass..how she gone get to the projects? +She ain’t got no cash, and she struggling while walking +So I drive past, ""Yo"" I say ""I ain’t no stalker wit yo big ole ass +Here’s my help I’m tryna offer, I give you a lift"" +Who woulda knew it turn to this? Now we in the mix +Baby moved up in my crib and she left my ex, damn we speedin +('Now girl, you mean the world to me' repeats) +I’m a king, you the queen +His and her 6’s and diamond rings +You don’t have to look back at him +Just get your bags packed and then.. +A new life soon begins +Like I told you when I’m in, I’m in +[Verse 2] +Baby girl had a son +He was 3, yea I took him in +Now she call him little me, I even look like him +Naw, I mean he look like me, a couple shades darker +She be calling him Blackie..that’s cause his real father jet black +So she treat him like it’s a setback.. +I don’t respect that +Now his pops calling collect at the new crib on the new number +Now how he get that? +See, now I knew we was a mismatch +I’m laid back, you too used to getting pimp smacked +I see where I went wrong at +I just tried to bring out the queen in you.. +But when you make a girl leave a man.. +You never really know where she stand.. +How you know she really yours? +Somebody could do the same to you..!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +Samurai Theme[Instrumental] +"My Angel Is You[Intro] +Yeah, Yeah +La la la la la, la la la la la +Mmm, yeah +La la la la la, la la la la la +[Verse 1] +Okay, this is the one now, I can finally write it down +It's a requirement I lay it down on this papyrus +Take number three, must say it properly +I could not possibly not drop philosophy +About your Excalibur, sword in the stone +Character strong, black, the bomb +Like double 4 calibers cock-back and blown +When the whole world's on top of me +You always know the right words to keep stopping me +From going, a pearl with a diamond stuck in it +But a girl like me was unsure of infinite bliss +But you broke the myth and closed the drift +'twixt my heart and my senseless, defenseless left +But best friends became [?] +[?] intensive trauma, wear armor +Plus, come on, you're my personal Father +Future children call you father +Thank God for you +[Chorus] +When this world gets me goin' mad +Everything turns dark shades of blue +And the light turns to darkness +Just when I think I'll never make it through +You save me, my angel is always you +Anything I can say never +Makes you think that I'm crazy +I'm always yours forever +Now pass that little thing known as time +You save me, my angel is always you +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I had a bout of paranoia, won't lie +About [?] experience one time +Baggage was serious, marriage, I could've never done it +I wanted trust, but in the truth, man, I was always runnin' out of habit +Folk's passion, I thought their crushin' brought it automatic +I sought relationships that'd turn dramatic +Your patience is the shit, I've learned to pull the brakes +And then the word ""relax"" and live it day to day +And I know I'm crazy, but you put up +With all my insecurities I got a ton of +Plus the way you pursued just made me lose +The tough cool wall I put up to a-avoid the scrapes and bruises +Your smile brings me back from the break of a place where +Ain't sunshine, I used to live most of my days there +We met through the music, mutual friends we cool with +I never guessed that you could save me from this world, the cruelest +But now I'm blessed with an angel that's just as silly stupid +When Cupid shot us a thousand arrows we dropped into it +[?] and we spoon in the night +I can't believe you're finally here I used to dream what you'd be like +And when we move and get private moments I promise +From the bottom of my heart I'll be honest and always do my part +We'll maintain the dividends, see what tomorrow brings +He changed everything, can't wait for the wedding ring +[Chorus] +When this world gets me goin' mad +Everything turns dark shades of blue +And the light turns to darkness +Just when I think I'll never make it through +You save me, my angel is always you +Anything I can say never +Makes you think that I'm crazy +I'm always yours forever +Now pass that little thing known as time +You save me, my angel is always you" +Justice to the PeopleAnd here in New York, in Brooklyn, thousands of protesters are outside the Barclays Center, at a police precinct, and (radio static) even lighting a police van on fire. The NYPD has issued a Level 4 mobilization in the area, and that’s to bring in more police to help support them...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy +"Whole World Watchin’[Verse 1] +I'm so spectacular +A Valentine's massacre recorded on the 14th +No blood do the vascular +Cold-blooded coke on with my heart on my sleeve +Fuck rhymin' for friends, I do this shit for the cheese +Play my record, how much does it take? +Spin my shit on them plates +What's the wait, ain't I great? +I love them 808s and techno breaks +But I prefer those them dusty crates +U.G. comes pure, it's time to elevate +[Chorus] +Yo, I see you watchin' me, nigga +It's like the whole world is watchin' me, nigga +I see you watchin' me, nigga +The whole world watchin' me, nigga +[Verse 2] +Through the lens of a microscope, the world stays watchin' +Magnified ten times to see if I'm live +Niggas lookin' through the peephole get shot in the eye +Wiseguys, see what happens when you tell them lies? +Cameras on the corners, feel the heat up on my shoulders +A potential [?] tell them police those days is over +The income's reported, the fans have supported +The guns are now legal and my papers are in order +I bust for my daughter, fuck with her, it's a slaughter +Y'all keep pushin' my limits and my temper is shorter +Situations get dealt with and the whole world's watchin' +I can move like a criminal but you won't get that option +From pennies make porcelain only triples my fortune +Watch your hands in the pot 'cause the product is scorchin' +She smellin' good at the auction and the whole world's watchin' +Evil eye stay blind with their soul's awry +But tonight you get a pardon 'cause I'm sittin' at the Garden front row with the elite +I had to pass it to my squadron +I don't do this often 'cause in public I'm cautious +You can't fuck with my money, the world is my office +[Chorus] +Yo, yo, stop watchin' me, nigga +You, you, and you, the whole world watchin' me, nigga +Yo, and the whole worlds watchin' me, nigga +I see you, you, and you watchin' me, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"I Really Want to Show You[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker! +Y'all better be swift with that punch button, Jack! +Biggie! - Biggie! +[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] +I know how it feel to wake up fucked up +Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell +People look at you like youse the user +Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser +But they don't know about your stress-filled day +Baby on the way mad bills to pay +That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce +And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit +I remember I was just like you +Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's +Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G +I had to get P-A-I-D that's why my mom's hate me +She was forced to kick me out, no doubt +Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South +Packed up my tools for my raw power move +Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves +For chumps tryin' to stop my flow +And what they don't know will show on the autopsy +Went to see Papi to cop me a brick +Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it +Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court +For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York +Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man +You better have your gat in hand cause man +[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] +Come and run with me - I really wanna show you +How I run the streets - I really wanna show you +How I'm clockin' G's - I really wanna show you +Come and run with me - I really wanna show you +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +I had the master plan +I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland +With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects +They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two TECs +And when he start to bust, he like to ask: ""Who's next?"" +I got my honey on the Amtrak +With the crack in the crack of her ass +Two pounds of hash in the stash +I wait for hon to make some quick cash +I told her she could be Lieutenant +Bitch got gassed +At last, I'm literally loungin' black +Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks +Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps +Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps +See who got smoked, what rumors was spread +Last I heard I was dead with six to the head +Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder +We got infiltrated like Nino at the Carter +Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of +By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners +And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch +I told her when she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich +Conspiracy - She'll be home in three +Until then I looks out for the whole family +A true G, that's me! Blowing like a bubble; +In the everyday struggle +[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] +Come and run with me - I really wanna show you +How I run the streets - I really wanna show you +How I'm clockin' G's - I really wanna show you +Come and run with me - I really wanna show you +[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] +I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani +Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti +[Verse 4: Nas] +Guns and diamonds +Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin' +Take keys 'til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment +This kid he got his crib raided, police found grams +They locked up, his whole fam; moms, sister, his old man +Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man +Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again +He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar +Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a separate car +Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right +Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night +Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers +High technology dealers, to the users and losers +Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's +Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB +My niggas die for the cause, .45 on the drawer +City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls +Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and bras +My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin my cars +Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut +Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut +Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash +For the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force +Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal +Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin +Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms +Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby +[Chorus (repeat to fade)]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Here We Come[Intro: INF-Black] +Gangster this and gangster that +Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow! +[U-God] +I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless +Almost famous but the natives gettin' restless +Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up +With pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up +Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe +The magnetic flux, in the all black tux' +And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts +I devour the cuts with a power packed punch +And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun +I'm like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum +Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising sun +That go through your shield, is he really that Hill? +Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel +Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin' skill +And beneath the sky, lurkin' network of strangers +That insert the danger with a touch of a finger +[Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)] +Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come +(Gangster this and gangster that +Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow! +Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas +(Gangster this and gangster that +Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!) +[INF-Black] +Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on stealth +Fuck thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf +Blowin' trees with your main squeeze countin' my shells +As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well +Never been the one to front, son, my history's swell +Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is +Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives +The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch +Learned you was livewire, mafia lie +You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers +Messin' with fire, you ought to leave town +Son, there's rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down +Bringin' all clothes, most fold when it go down +4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down +I recognize real, and it ain't how you sound +It's the shit that you feel when I'm bustin' the pound +[Chorus] +[Hook: INF-Black] +Niggas keep talkin', better keep walkin' +Walk the block frontin', you ain't sayin' nothin' +You ain't poppin' nothin', you ain't cuttin' nottin' +Son, stop stuntin', before I start dumpin' +[Letha Face] +I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome +Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes +I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand +Unless you got that thang, in your hands +Screamin' fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me +And crabs that don't wanna see me make it, try to bust me +Trust me, I got my shit on cock +So now I'm ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc +With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart +I swear to be my brother's keeper, til death do us part +The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin' wet +Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves +Nigga please, the trigger squeeze in every direction +Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section +And my posession is a deadly weapon +This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, nigga, you suspect +[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"MemoriesToniqht, i'd like to qive ya'll some shit +I'll NEVER foe'qet. all my mutha'fuckinq memories, my hustle, my mutha'fuckinq struqqle niqqah' (my struqqleee) everythanqq. szo toniqht i'd like to qive ya'll.....yeahh' +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +Verse 1: ( BOOSiE) +I'm from a family tree of hardheads, hot dicks && hot cats..yah' add that up && thats alot of babies && no rats +Biqq Hatch qot back budd Biqq Hatch a' dunn doalla'. one shout for Cam Rich my childhood role model. knii i'm cameron in the neiqhborhood, hurtinqq duh' qame meber mula' turkeyy wanqqs, yahh' first slab chanqe. Takinq a bath with yah' cousins.Everyday smellinq like outside.Save yah' last for a' ? +Smokinq blunts widd oh' mayne leaninq. Humpin' hoes at 10 not even shootinq cemin' this REAL SHiT +Lost my daddy at puberty, everybody on my bad side Flimada' i'm smokinq im duh' bad quy +Mama scared of daddy, daddy smokinq cabbaqe, i'm up in class actinq a ass. so i'm the baddest. Street sweepas' under my qrandma' house, niqqah's cumminq lookinq for dope && ready to set some shit off. NiGGAH"".! +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +Verse 2: +Hiqh school I dropped out +Went to code && copped out, fuckinq widd these trifalin ass hoes && qot bopped out, saw lil' Ivy laid out, streqhed on the curve mayne..PAY BACKS A MUTHA'FUCKA'...YEAHH' iTS'z A THUGG THANG.!! +7-45 and 20 i can't be faded, hoes qold on my neck when they thouqht my jewlery had faded. saw partna' brotha' laid out younqq as a bitch, i'm like "" dayum niqqahs' thuqqinqq like this.?"" ( REAL RETARTED ) +Mama wiped duh' cold out my eyes a plenty times, Bronson used to hear my lies wayy back in '95 +Memba' Richard stabbed Kelly, when Kelly kicked me in my ass.. When Reedyy && 'nem smashed.. +Remba' Jack was doinq bad..everybody smokinq..Cameron Richard kiddyy wanqq qame bust duhh hood open +16 in a firebird.widd ah' biqq ol' slabb..yue remeber Black && Cope myy homiee in bad air Niqqah' +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +Verse 3 ( WEBBiE) +Mayne i remeber... mayne this shit was like yesterday.. +Shootinqq mutha'fucka's duh' thouqht of blowinqq myself away..hard times a bitch im tellinq you real shit. '97 i lost one real niqqah' i'm STiLL pissed +Imahh' thuqq this thanqq out im nevahh' qone chill shit. Say Boosie all duh' niqqah's det been threw it qone feel this. Niqqah' wannah' do it lets qet to it qet it ovahh' widd. dont thank cause im droppinq hits i won't pop ah' niqqah' riqht quick.. +Everydayy im takinqq risk yeahh' can't die this year. late, early ridinqq dirtier than Chamillionare.. +All my life i just wanted to be a millonare knii it just won't feel riqht till its a billonare. & +Every since i can remeber i been fuckinq these hoes... +Knii If she ain't a bad bitch she'en finnah' role.! +I went to school budd * SAVAGE LiFE * is all a niqqah' knoe' +So imah' alwayysz remeber to stick to the code.NiGGAH +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qetEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Dump TruckMy raps are a dump truck +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Hotel[Chrous: Reel & Lil Wayne] +If you want to get with a grown man +You can holla at Young Weezy +If he doesn't answer his cell phone I ain't there +(?) +So if you wanna get with a grown man +All you gotta do is holla at these +Flyest niggas at the party +Checking out six in the morning +I say six in the morning +I said six in the morning +A six in the morning +Six in the checking out +Six in the morning +Six in the +(?) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Reel] +Now we can't do the hotel nor the motel +Nor the Holiday Inn +Plus if that clerk gon tell my wife +Oh well, then she'll tell her friends +You see, mommy is scorching hot +Ooh we can't talk a lot +We gotta get it how we get it in this parking lot +You know I'm talking bout I hit it with the corn loc +Just in case your girl walking out but I'm just Weezy *baby +Yeah Weezy F baby +She wan be baby +And have my baby +But I'm sorry baby +I could be your baby +I'm busy baby +I'm out with baby +[Chorus: Reel & Lil Wayne] +If you want to get with a grown man a grown man +You can holla at Young Weezy that's me +If he doesn't answer his cell phone I'm out of service +Don't you hesitate to pick it up and call me Holla at em! +If you wanna get with a grown man a grown man +All you gotta do is at these cool +Flyest niggas at the party +Checking out six in the morning +I said six in the morning +Six in the morning +Six in the morning +Six in the +Checking out six in the morning +Six in the +(?) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Reel] +We could do the Gucci drop or the rooftop +Or the (?) (Say what) +Girl if your man start acting up +I got some in the trunk that'll back him up (say what) +You see, Weezy my rider, N-O +Honor the highest M.O +Higher and fire hippo +Potamus dollars just see +I got a double date to get my freak on +The other girl she get her eat on, I'm Weezy *baby +Yeah Weezy F baby +She wan be baby +And have my baby +But I'm sorry baby +I'd be your baby +I'm busy baby +I'm out with baby +[Chorus: Reel & Lil Wayne] +If you want to get with a grown man Prefix! +You can holla at Young Weezy that's me +If he doesn't answer his cell phone I'm roaming +Don't you hesitate to pick it up and call me Holla at em! +If you wanna get with a grown man you know +All you gotta do is at these cool +Flyest niggas at the party +Checking out six in the morning +I said six in the morning +I say six in the morning +Six in the morning +Six in the +Checking out six in the morning +Six in the +(?) Uh oh, uh oh +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Reel] +(?) with it, tell you slow-mo with it cmon +Take it to the floor, no, take it to the door with it +You tryna dance, I'm tryna peel +Get yo ass on these wheels, it ain't (?) +[Bridge: Reel & Lil Wayne]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Shine[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +What, wha, wha, wha, wha +What, wha, wha, wha, wha +Cash Money Millionaires +Bout to take it there +[Verse 1: Juvenile] +Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz +Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims +Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce +That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice +On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist +Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice +And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass +She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast +I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches +Where them hoes headed at? I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) +I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke +You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke +I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper +Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada +All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper +You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change +You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things +With them twenty-two inch chopper blades +Diamond face, diamond brace +More colors than the game Simon Says +Go, 'hind me +And mami on forty-fifth she told me ""I'm a lez"" +And she ain't like too much of dick +But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway +But bitch I got a Phantom, don't need your pussy anyway +OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' +All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian +Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin' +I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' +See I'm a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me? +Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday +Wait, I don't think they heard me +I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +[Verse 3: B.G.] +I'mma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line +Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine +Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog +Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog +Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog +Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog +Well get the fuck, slide on out the way +And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen +Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up +Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up +You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us +Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up +With television, Dreamcast, DVDs +Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties +I'm a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga +That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga +(Ewww!) +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +[Verse 4: Turk] +I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it +Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting +I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk +Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling) +Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven +Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven +Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it +Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies +Love to floss, no secret stunners +Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us +Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice +Hoes be like, ""Damn, them boys, they're nothing nice"" +They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys +You motherfucking right, you think this not girl? +Better think twice, get it right dog +Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +[Outro: Mannie Fresh] +Uhh, uhh, uhh +Huh uh (oh shit) +2001 - my life is the shit, know why? +(Lemme see that) +(Im gon' shiiiiii-neee) +I'm representing, I'mma spit it (bling) +As long as they make that shit - I'mma break that shit +Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that +This year; fuck it - I said it before and I meant it +I'm buying me a city +New Mannie, Louisiana - ya bitch yooou!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Luv U Better Freestyle[Intro] [Kanye West talking] +Yo it's your boy, super pro-huhum, I mean super RAPPER Kanye West +I want to shout out all my Heavy Hitters. Yo, G & Hop what up? +[Verse 1] +Was it because of the Roc +That she wanna rock with West? +Because after the Blueprint I got lots of checks +She don't play X-Box but got a box of X +That make her tongue move faster than Das EFX +Uh, white Benz, dyke twins +I ain't gon' lie they only fives but together they tens +And would I do them again? +Hummm, it's like old folks pissin' cause it all Depends +And there's no coke sniffin', just juice and gin +Grey Goose will get you loose then hit the nigga producin' +The track that got you movin' +I never hit a lady but my game might abuse them +Buyin' boots just to tell 'em that I Jimmy choose 'em +And take 'em back to confuse 'em +See she don't know if she's comin' or goin' +Cause mommy after I'm cummin' I'm goin' +Back to the show +Just frontin' and flowin' +Jewelry stuntin' and glowin' +It's like somethin' outta nowhere +Yeah, and I've been known to have a ho or two +Cause my diamond's yellow like a smoker tooth +I tell 'em, ""Step into the vocal booth"" +Roll a joint, smoke a few +After that I'm pokin' you +After that it's over boo +Baby grab your coat and peeeeuuuun +She said, ""I love you K."" +""I know you do. If I was you I'd love me too."" +Yoooooooou +Not used to what I got to offer +Please get up off me baby, you can't boss me +I wish I would let her dictate +All she can tell me is how the dick taste +How she gonna tell K about L.A.? +When I got three hoes that stay in Marina Del Ray +Well paid, they don't park it, just valet +Waist small like the Motorola Cingular cell-y +Voice high like Mich'elle +I step back like, ""Haha +You ever ran for Miss L.A.?"" +Cause you holdin' down the city officia-lly +Next time you fuckin' your man, just yell, ""K""" +"Just a Lil’ Bit[Intro] +Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit +Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit +A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that +Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit +Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin' that back +Girl shake that thing, yeah work that thing +Let me see it go up and down +Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang +When you make it go round and round +[Verse 1] +I step up in the club I'm like ""Who you wit?"" +G-Unit in the house, yeah that's my clique +Yeah, I'm young, but a nigga from the old school +On the dancefloor a nigga doin old moves +I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do +I hit your ass up boy, I done warned you +Better listen when I talk nigga, don't trip +Yo' heat in the car, mines in this bitch +I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on +And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on +I'mma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go +Then I'mma get in shorty ear and I'mma let her know +[Chorus] +All a nigga really need is a lil' bit +Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit +We can head to the crib in a lil' bit +I can show you how I live in a lil' bit +I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit +Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit +Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit +Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit +[Verse 2] +This is 50, comin' out your stereo +It's hard to tell though cause I switched the flow +Eyes a little low cause I twist the 'dro +Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's +My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze +Come get your bitch, she on me dawg +She musta heard about the dough +Not Captain c'mon and Save-a-Ho +I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain +Number one on the chart all the time mane +When the kid in the house, I turn it out +Keep the dancefloor packed that's without a doubt +But shorty shake that thang like a pro man +She backed it up on me I'm like ""Oh man"" +I got close enough to her so I know she could hear +System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear +[Chorus] +All a nigga really need is a lil' bit +Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit +We can head to the crib in a lil' bit +I can show you how I live in a lil' bit +I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit +Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit +Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit +Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit +[Bridge] +Baby you got me feelin' right, you heard me? +My momma gone you can spend the night, you heard me? +I ain't playin' I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me? +Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon, ha ha +[Chorus] +All a nigga really need is a lil' bit +Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit +We can head to the crib in a lil' bit +I can show you how I live in a lil' bit +I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit +Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit +Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit +Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit +[Outro] +All a nigga really need is a lil' bit +Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit +We can head to the crib in a lil' bit +I can show you how I live in a lil' bit +I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit +Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit +Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit +Get to lickin' it, a lil' bitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Booty TalkShe Gotta, She gotta walk that walk and booty talk oh yeah +We got bad ass in here tonight and lil Webbie ya heard me +This how it's goin down look Webbie +[Verse 1:] +I got a 5'9"" light brown juve +She got a coke bottle well shaped booty +And when she walk she booty talk +Twerkin like she Marshall Faukins +She get loose when she up in the dark +She in the clubs and they jumpin like some elbows +Comin out her Ecko's +Make u wanna cop her take her shoppin at the Metro +I'm knowin if i grab dat ass i ain't gon let go +So i'm gon act like i don't even see her when she tiptoe +But look though i'm ballin +From Cali to New Orleans +I b seein cuties walkin doin nuttin but booty talkin +Come here and run here and let a thug dress +Put that Gucci on ya booty and make everybody swear she +Got a walk like damn girl back it up cuz u blockin all the fan and im hot +And gurl u turn me on when u make dat ass wop +Later on we goin home and im goin make that ass fot +Now drop it like its hot and clap 3 times +That ass all on her spine +I wonder if she got a mind like she got a behind +I ain't lyin im tryna hit her when that 9 booty talk +[Chorus x2:] +Now when she rock them tight jeans all the big dawgs scream yeah +Thats thatbooty talk +When she walkin through the park and u c that ass ? +Thats that booty talkin 2 ya ain't nothin comin out her mouth +[Verse 2:] +I got a real fine cutie like she playin on a movie +But everybody talkin bout her tipdrill booty +Her hips like clips that go in a nine +Her lips like eve she hard to find +She lookin back at that booty she know that she sick +But i heard big booty girls can't take no d*ck +She got them watermelon ***** let me suck on 1 +And them bazookas n da back let me rub on 1 +Her click name NBA Nothin But Ass +Jumpin clean out they pants everytime they dance +Ray Charles could c dat booty when its up in the light +He might say Georgia Georgia dats wat i like +I like it when u make it fight +Evanda and Mike Ty TO and Jerry Rice +That booty like shootin dice +U might fall all though the door when she come out them draws +I know wat i want 4 christmas a big booty santa claus yeah +Man im the realest all the big booty girls feel this +So exercise when u hear this +[Chorus x2] +She gotta booty like Shenana u kno i ain't lyin +Got me growlin like a lion when she walk though the line +Put a glass on that ass when she stand straight up +Damn i c wat her mama gave her +I like it when she make it clap +When she rock that baby phat +Got my thang hard like superman knee caps +She make a thug relapse +Gurl u kno u a fool +Plus u hotter than a oven kno a thug need u +Well look here girl wit that thong on yo back +Make me look good n the hood when u n that cadillac +Matta fact count stacks and get high +Put a seatbelt on them thighs and lets take a long ride +Look the question is y yo booty so wide +Like im pickin up a couch tryna take it inside +She gotta face on her shoulders plus the body +Tight jeans and spandex is wat she rockin +And she a real dime piece she cook and she clean +But she always have problems puttin on them jeans +Naw booty talk get in there booty talk get in there +Walk dat walk and booty talk +[Chorus x1]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Feedback[Chorus] +Ayy, ya heard about the good news? +Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? +Wake up, nigga, wake up +We 'bout to get this paper +[Verse 1] +Money never made me +Make me do something? Nah, can't make me +Even if the money low, can't pay me +Even if the money low, can't play me +[Chorus] +Ayy, ya heard about the good news? +Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? +Wake up, nigga, wake up +We 'bout to get this paper +[Verse 2] +Pablo bought a Rolie and a rottweiler +Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder +Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us +Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us +I've been outta my mind a long time +I've been outta my mind a long time +I be saying how I feel at the wrong time +Money come when you want but I'm on time +[Chorus] +Ayy, ya heard about the good news? +Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? +Wake up, nigga, wake up +We 'bout to get this paper +[Verse 3] +I can’t let these people play me +Name one genius that ain't crazy +Follow our father +You borrow our motto +I'm a Chicago south sider +I'm a Chicago south sider +[Chorus] +Ayy, ya heard about the good news? +Y'all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze? +Wake up, nigga, wake up +It's time to get the paper +[Verse 4] +I've been outta my mind a long time +I've been outta my mind a long time +I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother +With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers +Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume +PETA mad cause I made a jacket outta' possum +Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin +Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton +If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman +Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems +Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in +Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in +Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us +Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us +[Outro] +Hold on, hold on, hold on +Wait a second, everybody here, I'm the ghetto Oprah +You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur! +You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo! +[Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean, Plain Pat & Charlie Heat]" +"504 Jordan[Chorus] +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +[Interlude] +Dro, fuck with me! Yeah +[Verse 1] +Live from the 504 +It's Mr. Crazy Flow +Jumping like a bungee, no rope +Even in the dungeon I glow +Even if it ain't sunny I glow +If it ain't about money I go – +Nowhere, I'm nailed to the floor +Money controls where I go +It is the sail to my boat +And it's going down +It's going down like there's a whale in the boat +See, you can smell that I smoke +And yep, I sip that lean +You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed +I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big +So I don't have time to deal with Willy the Squid +L-L-Lilly pad niggas, l-l-look at the monster +Y-Y-You don't want to crash, like La-La-La Bamba +See it's me, Roney, and Terry +And my new drop is berry +Watermelon, plum, just call it fruit punch +I'm an old rapper getting new bucks +And all you new rappers, you're just new lunch +[Chorus] +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +[Verse 2] +Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes +A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness +I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death +I just tell the clock, ""Gimme a sec"" +In the middle of the war, where my enemy at? +I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back +'Cause every time I hit a track I'm like an energy pack +The instruments are crying out ""Where the sympathy at?"" +Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back +Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that +I walked right in hip hop, like ""Where my dinner be at?"" +I ate that, and I was like ""Where my dinner be at?"" +I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back +Got two bitches in my pants, quiet, neither them that +A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that +Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that +And to the kids – Drugs kill, I'm acknowledging that +But when I'm on the drugs, I don't have a problem with that +And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch +And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch +Pow!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Ultimate High[nature] +Do you see what I see? +Do you smoke what I smoke? +Do you wanna smoke? +Do you wanna ride? +Yeah aiyyo aiyyo +When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze +Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze +Never understood why they never liked me +'cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees +Starin at my feet all you see is nikes +Bet you never seen a ill pair like these +Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze +At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves +Round trip tickets to who knows where +Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning +Previous plans, they spoiling +A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance +From st. john's to wake forest, wait for us +Straight ballers, you hearin it first +Nate flawless in almost every event +Puttin up point, while niggas like y'all stay scoreless +[Chorus] +All my niggas from the projects, light one up +To my bitches from the projects, light one up +And stay high, high +And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high) +We on some hood shit (so high) +Niggas from the projects, light one up +To my bitches from the projects, light one up +And stay high, high +And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high) +We on some hood shit (so high) +[nas] +What's me without the hood? +A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud +A cut wit no blood +A fuck but don't nut, I be incomplete +If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets +I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game +Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name +From the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef +No peace, through the song, what I see you see +[nature] +Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me +Niggas wanna roll wit me +Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city +Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's +Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me +Thinkin of a way where I can better myself +Sometimes I get a head of myself +Smoking weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed +So high I must be outta my mind +Chorus +[nature] +It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full +Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through +Mash fools out like they fast food +Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me +I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas +Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up +It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off +Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw +My dunn call this shit animal rap +Me, I call it dumbin +My near-sighted niggas saw it comin +More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit +Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit +Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan +Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands +A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will +And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that +Chorus 2xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Cherchez LaGhost (Remix)[Madam Majestic (Ghostface Killah)] +Tommy Mottola lives on the road +He lost his lady, two months ago +(For real son what?) +Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't +Oh wonder that love +[Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] +Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me +No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty +Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all +Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? +Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose +Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope +Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) +And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) +[Madam Majestic] +Schott Free and Sean C, very upset +They're sick and tired of living in debt +Tired of roaches and tired of rats +I know they are over +[Ghostface Killah] +Brooklyn jumpin' - it's girls by the thousands +Heart-throb music - girls come out your blouses +Shakin' ya ass - it's Cherchez Laghost +She could hustle with a sick style - jump off the boat! +Everybody's in the song - no bad boys +Scene hot and muggy - you might end up in the wrong house +You hear the feelin' - snatch that boy +He a herb - catch him for a brand new toy +[Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}] +They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby +(Get 'em girl, get 'em girl) +They'll love you one second, then hate you the next +Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah (So crazy, so crazy) +Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah +{Blow 'em down} +Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne +(Yeah, aha, true) +Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah +(Truly yours, peace boo) +[Ghostface Killah] +Catch me on the stage with about ten kicks +Blister hard headed - grinnin' all day +Can you say ""Oww! We just got paid"" +Keep ya frown son if you ain't gettin' laid +[Madam Majestic] +Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface +Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface *repeated to end* +Amore, amore, he rhymes, he rhymes, amore +Oh Tony, he rhymes, he rhymes, he rhymes" +"Fast Shadow[Intro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard] +DJ, I'm sayin' +You could– you could just come over top of that shit +Did I hear it? +(Suck the dick, suck the dick) +Nigga and bang your head, punk +(Suck the dick, suck the dick) +Uh, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't +(Suck the dick, suck the dick) +It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop +(Suck… my… dick) +[Verse 1: Method Man] +It all starts with the pad and pen +Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session? +Once again on the run be the Black Stallion +Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm +Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun +I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh +Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it +Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it +Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone +I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone +Danger zone, that's my life and my song +Keep it movin', hop along little doggies +[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Uh, uh, uh, fuck thaaat! +Drive The Mack Cadillac +Dark shade the window all sunny and black +Pitch antenna back of the car +Inside is a TV, even a bar +Bulletproof down, safe and sound +Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around +Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside +Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise +Ha-ha-ha! Enter +[Verse 3: RZA] +Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split +The power of my brain, you can't fathom it +Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain +Don't ever say thy God name in vain +My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe +And record your words and your lies and approach you +And have my Dogs come and Ghost you +When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you +[Chorus: U-God] +Music makes me lose control +This is not just rock and roll +Hip hop digs right to the soul +Music makes me lose control +Wu-Tang, now we on a roll +On the rise, now here we go +Guaranteed to flip the show +RZA beats is outta control +Outta control, outta control +Outta control, now here we go +[Verse 4: Masta Killa] +Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked +Abducted from his doorstep +Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton +What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson +Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers +Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars +We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers +Whatever +[Chorus: U-God] +Music makes me lose control +This is not just rock and roll +Hip hop digs right to the soul +Music makes me lose control +Wu-Tang, now we on a roll +On a rise, now here we go +Music makes me lose control +Music makes me lose control +Music makes me lose control +This is not just rock and roll +Hip hop digs right to the soul +Music makes me lose control +Wu-Tang, now we on a roll +On a rise, now here we go +Guaranteed to flip the show +RZA beats is out of control +Out of control, out of control +Out of control, now here we goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"’93 FreestyleYou better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks +L be keepin’ niggas hearts pumpin’ like Reeboks +It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat +Faggots I buck and wet +Disrespect and I'm a break your fuckin’ neck, I'm known to put a cap in a duck face +I’m known for givin’ whack guys black eyes +It's called Uptown; Front and get bucked down +Walk through with jewels on, that ass'll get stuck clown +I got styles you can't copy, bitch +IIt's the triple six in the mix +Straight from H-E double hockey sticks +I'm the devil's son, like my song said +I smash niggas like cornbread +You can't kill me, I was born dead +I wet shit up like a floodage +Me and my crew peel caps and carry gats like it's luggage +I'm nowhere near trash, so step to the rear fast +Before I have your queer ass cryin’ like tear gas +Every day I gain clout and my game sprout’ +Some niggas'll still be virgins if crack never came out’ +The Big L's hard to kill +When my squad gets ill +You better guard your grill, before you get scarred for real +Big L is a large boss +Known for puttin’ more holes in a nigga body than a golf course +I'm crazy quick to knock a duck off +I'll pull out then buck off +And tear a nigga grill right the fuck off +You'll get smoked like a Phillie fast +And it’s a fact I pack a joint or two +And right now you hearin’ shit from the Big L’s point of view +‘cause your shit is really trash +Fuck around, I’ll swing on ya silly ass +It's Big L the crime converter +Sayin’ peace to all the niggas in jail doin’ time for murder +I wreck the mic, plus the whole stage +Rockin’ cornrow braids +I'm killin’ muthafuckers like old age +Known to have a hottie open +I keep a shotty smokin’ +Front and get half the bones in ya body broken +I never false teach, so listen as the boss preach +I only rock leathers by Marc Buchanan and North Beach +I'm makin’ rap hits, I snap flicks at mack chicks +Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch +Yo I'm the nigga that they call A.W.O.L +Punks, I slay all, on my spare time I play ball +In the playgrounds, I spray clowns with trey pounds +Makin’ gs from transportin’ kis on Greyhounds +My shit is kickin’ like a sensei +I'm smoother than Ben Gay +Comprende? +I'm outtie like M.J +So Herb McGruff +My mellow, my nigga +Get on the mic and pull the MC triggerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Return of the North Star""North Star"" Excerpt +[Popa Wu] +See, the way to evil +Balance equality in no man +For no man is good and bad at the same time +Either he's good, or he's bad +Return of the North Star +[Popa Wu] +Mmm... Yeah. Damn. Yo, Rae, that's you, baby? Damn, man. I heard all these things about you, man. Boy, I heard you been doing your thing, man. Wait, wait, let me tap them pockets, man, them pockets fat? You know I'ma get mine. Yo, Rae, baby, check this out. Yo, we done went through so many trials and tribulations, man, it's a shame, man. But you know, I told you what the—who the Devil is, man. Always watch them people who lie to you. Them people try and cheat you, man, out your money, I told you, you ain't let me cheat you out your money, shiiiit, man, what? And you gon' let another nigga cheat you out your money, boy, are you crazy? Aight, watch the tricks, baby. 'Cause the trick is a liar, and a liar is a thief. Trust me, baby. You understand? Now, give me a couple hundred, man. Time to go do my thing, nigga. I'm going on the road. When you get—When you—Yo, I already had the vision. Yo, Rae, I had a vision. I seen you, man, at the—at Madison Square Garden. And I just came through, and you said ""Yo!"" And it was real, son, and you took the world by storm. They didn't understand it, 'cause they didn't see that far. They couldn't see the forest from the tree. But Rae, I'ma tell you, it's your time, man. Go get that paper, man, you understand? Get that paper, man, 'cause it belong to you, man. Allah is the God, trust—keep Allah in your heart, brother, and you won't fail. Trust me. Always remember"" ""How far did thou travel? Thou travel as far as the dimension he could see."" What you see? That's all I can say, baby. Watch the liar, watch the cheat, and watch the thief +[Raekwon] +—We need more pine, we need more pine, man. Stop playing +—Damn, King. We just severed this other nigga, man. Slipped this nigga real quick. This nigga need a zip +—What up, nigga? Yeah, man, chill, stick around for a minute, man, there's a lot of money downstairs. Tryna get a lot of fold ups, captain. It's all real, lay the roof, I'll meet you there in a minute +—Portuguese have this. Word up, man. Papi Jerome, what up, nigga? +—Monkeys with the AKs is there upstairs, stupid. Chill. Relax, man, relax, man. It's all good. Close the cabinets, stupid. You got shit showing, nigga. I don't want the motherfucking ultimate hustlers on us, nigga. Ayo, Chef, a nigga got all your jewelry on when you be out of town, my nigga. The fuck is this nigga problem, son? Stupid nigga, man, and the police be all up on him +—Chill, nigga, yo... It's a lot of bread involved today. All you gotta do is stick around, nigga. Hold the joint, though" +"Light Up (Remix)[Lil Wayne] +Hate is temporary, love is necessary +I went from eating pussy to eating commissary +Damn, I am the sickest, I need therapy +You can buy the answers but you can’t afford to question me +First off I don’t need you second guessing me +Jail is like third base: I’m coming home eventually +Still got shooters like hot tubs +Man I'm anemic: still got bloods +I’m in my cell reading fan mail +Wish I was in Amsterdam sipping Amstel +Thinking bout all of that pussy I can’t smell +Man they did me wrong; I feel like Nelson Mandel’ +I shine too hard my lamp fell +My name still ringing: Alexander Graham Bell +I know you met damn, cause you know damn well +That I still got you open, open like a clam shell +Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit +My conversation stinks cause I talk shit +Stay in your lane you’re on that double-park shit +We eating at the top, get a spoon and a forklift +I got rap wrapped up like a gift +I’d be sober if if was a fifth +I’m feeling like Elvis – jailhouse rock +I’m not 2Pac, I’m the New Pac +Behind bars but the bars don’t stop recording over the phone +I hope the call don’t drop +Drizzy got the ball and I know the ball won’t drop +And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops +Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em +The boss got his feet up, vacation on an island +Yeah and tell your girls send the kite up +And even if you don’t smoke motherfucker you gon’ have to light up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Hot Revolver (Extended Edition)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Young Mullah Baby +Young Mullah Baby +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She sayin +""Do you have the time +To listen to me whine?"" +She askin +""Whos on the other line?"" +You diss me everytime +I tell em, ""baby im a star +Shit, I'm above a star"" +And now +I done got so high +I did forgotten +Who you are (are,are) +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh +Ah ah +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh +Im in love with you +But I can't be with you +Tomorrow Ill be back up on the first flight +Right up out of town +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Young mullah baby +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I think I'm a Spaceship +Girl I gotta drop your ass off +(oh oh eh eh) +Last night +Ya we were spaced girl +You love it +Girl I gotta take off +(oh oh eh eh) +Cause I'mma be here next week +So call your company +& take off +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh +Cause she say ""Wayne Wayne"" +So she got me all impatient +Cry me a river +I can hear my conscious +While I say aloud +Hook: Dre +Boy you got a problem +(a problem) +And you ain't foolin no one, but yourself +(but yourself) +You're like a hot revolver +(a hot revolver) +But you ain't killin no one, but yourself +And so shes gone to party town +On her own +And you go by yourself +So all alone +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I told her I can be with her +But I can't be with her +As much as she like me to +She like me too much +Thats the problem +""Oh my god"" then +Shorty be whillin +And when I say I got to leave +You wouldn't believe +All of the things +That she'll do +And all of the things +She'll say to make me stay +And I be like ""damn"" +I've been that boy for forever +I'll be back someday +But she wanna go with me to outer space +So we made love in the Milky Way +& then I send her on her way +Hook: Dre +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +And now she's not pickin' up the phone +I don't know what to do +Thinking about going to her home +Landing my spaceship on her roof +Going through her bedroom window +Only to find a mans shoe on the floor +Ohhh noo, ohhh noo, ohhh noo +And I'm like +""Who am I to blame?"" +When she was pleading ""Wayne +If you ever leave again +I don't wanna see you anymore."" +Hop back in my space ship +Hope that I don't spot you at all +Eh eh oh +Because baby if I see you +I'mma probably knock your ass out +Eh eh oh +Put you in the trunk +Throw him over the bridge, and take off +Hook: DreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I Cram to Understand U (1990 remix)[ VERSE 1 ] +I used to be in love with this guy named Sam +I don't know why, cause he had the head like that of a clam +But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause Sam was number one +Cause to me, oh my gosh, he was one in a million +I shoulda knew the consequences right from the start +That he'd use me for my money, and then break my heart +But like a fool in love I fell for his game +But I got mine, so I show no shame +In Empire winked his eye, and then he kept walkin +And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin +The roller disco where we all used to go +Just to have some fun back in 1981 +You know the place, Empire Boulevard +Is where I first saw the nigga, and he tried to play hard +But I knew the deal, cause I knew his brother Jerry +And Sam, he just broke up with his girlfriend Terry +So Jerry introduced Sam and I that night +He said, ""Hello, my name is Sam"" I said, ""Hi, my name is Lyte"" +We dipped and we dapped and we chit and we chat +About this and that, from sneakers to hats +He said, ""Look, I'm in the mood for love +Simply because you're near me"" +(Let's go) To my house, lay back and get nice +Watch television, Reunite On Ice +I said, ""Slow down, I know you wanna shake me down +But I'm not one of the girls to go rippin around"" +(Just like a test +Ju-just like a test +Ju-just like a test +I cram to understand you) +[ VERSE 2 ] +Next month I finally went to his house +I walked into the door, there was a girl on the couch +I said, ""Who's the frog, the bump on the log? +You chump, you punk, how could you do me wrong? +Singing sad songs about your love is so strong"" +You said, ""Wait Lyte, you're confused, the girl is my cousin"" +Your brother agreed, but later she said that she wasn't +(Just like a test +Ju-just like a test +Ju-just like a test +I cram to understand U) +[ VERSE 3 ] +Forgotten, next month we went to the Deuce +Well, I thought it kinda strange cause you had lots of juice +You knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody +Asked ya how you met em, said you met em at a party +Then these girls tried to tell me you were sellin the stuff +I said, ""It's not your business, so shut the fuck up"" +They said, ""Okay Lyte, think what you wanna think +But it's gon' be some shit when your man becomes a -"" +I said, ""Look, to bust a move, I don't even know you +To put it Lyte, I really don't care to"" +They kinda got mad and sort of offended +They said, ""We only lookin out for yo best interest"" +I said, ""Thanks but no thanks"" in an aggravated tone +""When I wanna find out, I find out on my own"" +(Just like a test +Ju-just like a test +Ju-just like a test +I cram to understand U) +[ VERSE 4 ] +Then my cousin said she saw you with this lady named C +Well I'm clawin my thoughts, I wonder who she could be +You're spending all your time with her and not a second with me +They say you spend your money on her and you're with her night and day +Her name starts with a C and it ends with a k +I strain my brain lookin for a name to fit this spellin +But I just couldn't do it cause my heart kept yellin +Burning, begging for affection from you, Sam +But just like a test I cram to understand you +Thought I knew you well enough to call you a man +But (Just like a test +Ju-just like a test +Ju-just like a test +I cram to understand you) +[ VERSE 5 ] +Then it came a time you started looking kinda thin +I asked you why, you said, ""Exercise, tryina stay slim"" +I bought it, even though I knew it was a lie +Cause it really didn't matter, you were still lookin fly +But oh no, oh no, you started askin me for money +Butter me up, beg me and call me your honey +So I gave you 2 yards, and then I gave you one more +You picked up your jacket and you flew out the door +You came back an hour later and you asked me for a 10 +I said, ""I only got a 20"", you said, ""Give me that, then"" +I said, ""Nope, I'll tell you now, you better stop slobbin +Find you a job, or you better start robbin"" +So I stepped off with a giant step +Picked up my belongings, and I just left +And now I see you in Empire every Sunday +Juicin the girls up for some money and a lay +But every time I see you doin it, I just ruin it +Tell em how ya on crack, smoke, sniff, and chewin it +And as for this girl, Miss C, oh well +I was shocked as hell when I heard, Samuel +When your homeboys told me, I almost went wack +That the girl you was addicted to, her name was Crack" +"Stretch & Bobbito ’95 Pt. I[Verse 1: Big L] +Yo, check it +Yo, I got slugs for snitches +No love for bitches +Putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches +I got a rep that make police jet +Known to get a priest wet +I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat +Is Big L slow, hell no +Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough +I'm known for yoking jacks +And beating them with smoking gats +Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps +So with that bullshit, step to the rear son +The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one +Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning +You see what happened in my last fight friend +Aight then +I beat kids with lead pipes +I leave a trail of dead mic's +Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights +Old folks get mugged and raided +Crimes are drug related +And we live by the street rules that thugs created +Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts +For selling pounds of coke +Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat +I'm telling you shit is about to get drastic soon +I'm quick to blast a goon +And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon +I got the looks that make your hotty stare +I keep a shotty near +It's the nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear +Tracks I'm know to roast +Until the microphone is ghost +Props I own the most +I'm leaving niggas comatose +Front and get your brain pinched +Big L will have your whole gang lynched +I started smoking dust and been insane since +This rap shit was a great gift +The other night some snake riffed +And got a hot lead face lift +All through high school I had braids +I kept mad blades +Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades +I cook the mic like a beef steak +Cause my technique's great +And I'm the nigga police hate in each state +Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper +Punk brother vamper +Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper +Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound +I'm from a whyle town +You know my style clown, so bow down +[Interlude: Big L] +Word up! '95 style. I got my man Jay-Z here. Step up to the mic. Yo, word up! The single's called ""Put It On."" It's in stores right now. Produced by my man Buckwild. In the chorus, he got Kid Capri and got a LG remix which you heard a little while ago. Word up! Jay-Z! +[Bobbito] Stretch was wondering if that was a condom endorsement +[Big L] Oh nah nah nah nah +[Bobbito] Yo we got Jay, we also got ""Da Graveyard,"" right? That's coming up next? With Jay-Z on it? Well, we got Jay-Z in the place. What's up, baby? +[Jay-Z] What's up, man? I just come up out that hectic party, man, down in the city, man. That shit was hectic, man. Cops sitting there with shotguns and all that. And that was an R&B party, man, you know? +[Bobbito] Yeah, well, the plague is everywhere +[Stretch] It was probably Reef +[Bobbito] Yeah, it was probably mad Daddy Reef. Yo, he beat you up, you know what I'm saying, so? +[Jay-Z] Yo, I don't give a goddamn who it was. I'm here now +[Bobbito] Yeah, you do your thing, baby +[Stretch] So, you want this beat? +[Jay-Z] Yeah, that shit is fine. Check it out, now. Check it check it check it out, now +[Verse 2: Jay-Z] +Brothers can beg and borrow +Still feel sorrow +When Jay +Z like Zorro get in that ass +Better luck tomorrow +I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush +You need slow down, or get your ass tore down +Check it out, I'm too cocky +To stop me, you gotta kill me +And when I'm gone, you can still feel me +On the real, B +The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well +Even if they won't let me in Heaven +I raise hell, till its Heaven +Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives +Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me +I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles +As projected, all ho's affected by this style +I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies +But the goody, pulling R&B bitches wearing hoodies +They don't be knowing the way I be flowing +When I be going +I be running the track like Jesse Owens +I disrupt the natural scheme +The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rocking like +You say never you run, if ever you come +It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won +Come on and ride the rhythm +I be producing like jizm +Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom +For greater understanding +I'm landing blows and +Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha +Enticin when slicing through tracks +You're screaming, ""Jesus Christ,"" he's back +And God knows he can rap +Me and L put rhythm on the map +So give him his dap +And me, I just take mine +Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that +You never see me stressed, in a GS +On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less +Jigga incredible +Even my thoughts is federal +Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption +So you know, beatin me will never come +Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga +I make moves, cause bowels to move +When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes +Um. We're the peace like Islam +I make your eyes rise like yeast +Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all +Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars +Emcee's trying to be the best +And even in dying, couldn't be this def +I see no reason to stop cheesin +Ever since L said ""Throw three Gs in"" +And we can get down and split the wealth +That's when I found I could do it myself +I get upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Kanye vs. Paparazzi: “Don’t Talk”Don't talk +I appreciate it +I appreciate 'at +But don't talk +You +I know +I don't want +That's fine +But don't talk +To me +I don't want to hear paparazzi talk to me +Or anybody I know +It doesn't [matter] +No no +But don't talk +To me +At all +And don't talk to anyone I know +At all +And tell everybody never talk +To anyone +That anyone knows. +Don't talk to themselves +Don't talk ever again +Yo, I said don't +I said don't talk!" +"Everything[Intro] +I know, I know +Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father, nigga +Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions +[Verse 1] +What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya +I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya +But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin +Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin +Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit +Just let him know I'm still young and at risk +Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house +I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out +But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time +Told me get the paper instead of high +So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog +I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog +I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me +But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me +And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin +And I'm a make you even happier, I promise +[Chorus] +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +[Verse 2] +I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever +But she cool cause she do whatever daddy tell her +And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman +I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin +B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child +Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile +And me I'm on some squad shit and some debate it +But I know they love it way more than they hate it +And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these +Bitches +I try love 'em, my BM be trippin +But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective +That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection +And you see I left school behind and chose CMB +It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough +And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely +Watch over me my nigga, just guide me +[Chorus] +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +[Verse 3] +I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you +Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you +Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes +Yeah, nigga I cried, it's cause I loved you dog +I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog +So I live my life in dedication of you dog +I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within +Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again +But I know they got a reason why I'm here +And I know they got a reason why you gone +And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own +But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart +I can't forget you kept it real from the start +And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me +And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me +And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said ""thay's my peoples"" +Watch over me nigga 'til I see you +[Chorus] +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +[Outro] +I know I can't be close to you (dog) +I know you watching over me dog +But the shit's that it hurt and burn deep +Its alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +Rabbit, nigga, its your son +I'm down in your hole and your down +You see Cita straight, mom straight +Your mom straight, I mean everything going right +B and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dog +And plus now I'm on some squad shit +My niggas, they keep it real with me +I keep it real with them +My little girl growning beutiful as ever man +You need to see her dog, she bad though man +Anyway dog, aiight holla!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Homie Bitch[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Like you on some homie shit +Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there +I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss +When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +I done fell in love, I done fell in love +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +I done fell in love, I done fell in love +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Pussy got that water taste +Let's celebrate, baby, let's chill and order Ace (Let's get it) +I'm a real street nigga, don't really go on dates (nah) +What sacrifice can we make? +My homie treat you like shit you a queen to me (Let's get it, L) +Let me fuck you from the back while you sing to me (ohh) +I go deeper in that pussy, what you mean to me (ohh) +Yea, turn that mothafucka around, babe, haha +I love you too +Pull your pants down to your ankles (ohh) +Put it on my face, give me facials +It's why these lil' hoes hate you (hate you) +You're so swagged that they can't take you +I'm givin' hard dick, I'ma chase you (chase her) +Pussy on my mouth, let me taste it (taste it) +Patrón in my mouth, let me taste it (let me taste it) +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Like you on some homie shit +Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there +I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss +When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +I done fell in love, I done fell in love +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +I done fell in love, I done fell in love +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +[Verse 2: Quavo] +L-O-V-E +L-O-V-E +I done been in love with my girlfriend +I done, literally done fell in love with my girlfriend (yeah!) +She was here before the models (before that) +She was here before the bottles (before that) +She was here before the guala (before that) +So you know I gotta spoil her (spoil her) +Chanel bag on order (yeah) +Take a trip 'cross the water (trip) +Remember the time I said we gon' make it out +Didn't know you was recordin' (nah I didn't know you was recordin') +Every moment, you captured every moment (flash) +When niggas was hatin' you ready to ride with my homies +Mama told me (yah!) mama told me (mama!) +I'ma wish you was my homie +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Quavo] +Like you on some homie shit (homie) +Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there (owe me) +I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss (uh!) +When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit (nothin') +I done fell in love with my homie bitch (yeah) +I done fell in love (yeah), I done fell in love (L-O-V-E) +I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O) +I done fell in love (L-O), I done fell in love (L-O) +I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O-V-E) +[Verse 3: Lil Yachty] +Ayy, I done fell in love with my homie bitch +Ayy and I ain't gon' lie right now I'm on some snakin' shit +I'm on some fuck who you is and who you datin' shit +I'm on some that nigga be cheatin' and ain't gon' play you shit +Ayy, but I ain't gon' do that shit +'Cause that's my homie, he been there since bologna +These niggas be phony, he'd prolly do that shit to me +You hit my phone one more time that homeboy girl shit is history +(Gang, gang) +Lil Boat! +[Interlude: Lil Yachty] +Gang gang +All these niggas they be phony +These niggas ain't homies +These niggas wanna hang like they your homie +Oh, oh, oh +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Like you on some homie shit +Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there +I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss +When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +I done fell in love, I done fell in love +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +I done fell in love, I done fell in love +I done fell in love with my homie bitch +[Outro: Quavo & Lil Durk] +L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +H-O-M-I-E +That's who I fell in love with, yeah +H-O-M-I-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I fell in love with my homie, no homo +No, no, no, no, no, nigga, she a girl though +Yeah, she 5'2"", I'ma spend a check on her if I have to +Like you on some, like you on some...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Method Man (smoked out version)[Skit: Method Man & Raekwon] +Yeahhh, torture, motherfucker, what? +Torture, nigga, what? +What? I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost +With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right? +Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your ass slow like tss +Yeah, I'll fuckin', yeah, I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser, just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser, and bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat +Ooh whassup? Blaow! +I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', pull your fuckin' tongue out your fuckin' +Mouth and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww! +I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick off A fuckin' 12 sto-story building out this motherfucker +I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin' you And feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you +Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice +Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah? +Niggas is whylin', check it out, kid +[Intro: GZA] +From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again +The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck +Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man +[Chorus: Method Man] +M-E-T-H-O-D Man +M-E-T-H-O-D Man +M-E-T-H-O-D Man +M-E-T-H-O-D Man +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Hey, you, get off my cloud! +You don't know me and you don't know my style +Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam? +Here I am, here I am, the Method Man +Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey! The Method Man +Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan +Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter +In fact, I snap back like a rubber +Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am +And I don't eat green eggs and ham +Style will hit ya, wham! Then goddamn +You'll be like, ""Oh shit, that's the jam!"" +Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild +I'm about to blow, light me up +Upside, downside, inside and outside +Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I +Am the one and only Method Man +The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran +Wrap, with some of this and some of that +Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw I putty tat +Over there, but I think he best to beware +Of the diggy dog shit right here +Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo +Like Deck said, this ain't your average flow +Comin' like rah ooh ah achie kah +Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw? +The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and +Rub it on your skin like lotion +What's the commotion? Oh my Lord +Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword +""Hey, hey, hey!"" like Fat Albert +It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it +It's the Method +[Break: Method Man] +All right, y'all, get your White Owls +Get your meth, get your skins +Don't forget your forty +And we gonna do it like this +[Bridge: Method Man] +I got fat bags of skunk +I got White Owl blunts +And I'm about to go get lifted +Yes, I'm about to go get lifted +I got myself a forty +I got myself a shorty +And I'm about to go and stick it +Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uhh +[Verse 2: Method Man] +H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff +Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin' +Zoooom, I hit the mic like boom! +Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes +Question, what exactly is a panty raider? +Ill behavior, savior or major flavor +All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer +Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super +Not an average Joe with an average flow +Doin' average things with average hoes +Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm +For my Super Sperm (check it) +Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked +I smell sess—pass the method +Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic +Missiles and shoot game like a pistol +Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang!) +A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain +J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump +Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump +Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me +Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me +P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry +Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me +Ooh, I be the super sperm +Chim chiminy chim chim cher-ee +Freak a flow and flow fancy free +Now, how many licks does it take +For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break? +Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang!) +Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach +So to each and every crew +You're clear like glass, I can see right through +Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd +And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm… +[Chorus: Method Man] +The M-E-T-H-O-D Man +M-E-T-H-O-D Man +M-E-T-H-O-D Man +Here I am, here I am, the Method Man +[Outro: RZA, (Ghostface Killah) & Method Man​] +Straight from the slums of Shaolin +Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm +(Your soul have just been tooken +Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid) +Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Rollin Wit YouYou can't imitate me on this fuckin tape +You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are +[You ain't ringing the bell +You ain't busting the grape +You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape] (x10) +I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas +If y'all don't fuckin +If y'all coloured bitch ass faggot punk ass motherfuckers +Don't see that these white people are trying to take over your shit +Don't worry, you betta be happy the Ol' Dirty Bastard is here +Your betta be happy I'm here +To beat the shit out of all you faggot punk ass motherfuckers +Bitch ass niggas! +I shut the fuckin' whole world down +You white motherfuckers could never, ever take over +You can't ever take over!(x2) +You shut the fuck up and you shut the fuck up +That's what the fuck you do! +(Could I get a beer, yo I need some beer) +You ain't using your phone, you ain't callin the cops +Cause nigga I'm the only king of the block +I'm the only black god, motherfucker! +And I came to rock the spot +When I throw at football pass at a bitch she miss +Ain't trying to be funny gonna use my fist +You can't use the family feud +You can't run it on a cuckoooo!!!! +You bring shame, I'll keep Ol' Dirty safe +Not locked up, cause I'll have your fuckin ass locked up! +I'll stash you, lickin you down, light that blunt! +You ain't gettin one, two I do what I want! +If I got a problem, a problems got a problem til it's gone +I'm the only Unique Ason +You reap what you sew +Fuckin with the O +I got the precinct locked down +You ain't using the po-po +Fuck you Soso +I got the keys to your ho +I'll stop your whole flow, all you bitches roll +With me from the ghetto +You want me to control +This fuckin' show +Give Ol' Dirty what he want and mo! +Time stops you'll go +Mafia slow! +Time'll stop you'll go +Mafia! Pay me all my motherfucking money +Or I'mma slow down your dough! +(Chorus) +Jesus I'm rollin with you(x4) +You'll all be in danger +You'll have a sex changer +I'm gettin more anger call me Dr. Stranger +I master the demon demonic toys +Sting you with the venom kill your joy! +Bitches throw hands in the air like to be sodomized +That's what I'm here for! +That's what I'm all about! +I get girls in the mood to wanna get physically fucked from me +Oh big baby! +Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa +I control Michael Jackson's Thriller +Catch him and ruuhhahaha +Fuck with the guys that'll make you shrug +I'm the only original +Fuck you chump! +Shut the fuck up! +Yo did you understand that? +Chorus" +"American Pimp[Intro: Median] +Yo, yes, mic check 1-2, yo... +[Verse 1: Median] +The locks and the darkness are making him a target, heh +Average-lookin nigga so he had to work the hardest +His gears no frills, far from flawless +But rich personality that balanced him to get up in the draws quick +Charming wit, flip escape from the lawn shit +Slick jake 'til they slip, fade if they saw the kid +Up in system with the court-appointed lawyers and they +Fightin for the state, he's gettin played by the law again +Minimum wage, behave, he can't call it +But who could spare the change for blaze or alcoholic, heh? +And who cares if they say they change while they ballin here +Rock bottom, livin by the ledge, why they bothered him? +Then they followed him, now they callin him +The evils came and they jaded and they taunted him +Fathered him in ways of no shame, erased his honest and re- +Placed it with the game for anything to make a dollar here +Now we outta here... +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +She's got, two baby daddies at the age of 12, wake up motel +Calls in the morning when her face is swell, the lake is runnin +From it, the jakes are coming, stunning develop +She's livin strictly off her tounge and her talent +Her mother's base and off-balance +Fuck relations with parents, around the way she's embarrased +So she escapes it on the train with the carat, she's sellin +Her whole character, chocolate skin malomar +Complexion of Africa untainted, painted as a whore +Lacked guidance so she back-slided, back side get +Claps like them automatics hidden in her man's ride +I mean her pimp's, right? Never leave his bitch alone +'Cept when she's suckin and moanin and beatin whips, he gone +Leave her fend for herself, she's known as Nikki +Them pedophiles been picking her quick cause she young and pretty +Them middle-aged crackers just happy, suckin her titties +One time to spare the honky trick, he paid a buck and fifty +So, she does it for the kids and Similac, Pampers, and Gerber +Pack in Tuesday, found her murdered in an alley gagged +So who's to blame for this, death? The child nameless +Reckless and wild Americans style, no village claiming us, why?" +"Money Spread[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Jamie Foxx] +(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) +Oh my God +Yeah +Y'all niggas be workin' so hard +I don't do nothin' +I don't do shit (Lil Uzi) +Y'all want this shit so bad (Lil Uzi, I swear) +Y'all want it? Come on, you can have it +Huh-huh-huh, huh, hurry up, hurry up, take this shit (Huh-huh-huh) +Take it 'fore I take it back (Hurry up) +Let's go +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out +I remember I almost ain't make it out (Yeah) +You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out +She said, ""Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?"" +I said, ""No, I cannot, I could beat it out"" +Put it in her, she screamin' like, ""Take it out"" (Ouch) +There's no feelings with no, um, relations now +I had got money, then took the paper route (Yeah) +My deposit, it look just look like my saving now +Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now +But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out (We got him) +Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Whip it) +Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now +Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now +I just made me a hundred and eighty now +That's how much the promoter be payin' now +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +What you gon' do? Yeah, huh +When they come for you? Yeah, huh +What you gon' do? Yeah, huh +When they come for you? Yeah, huh +I don't wear boots, yeah, huh +But I'm off the boot, yeah, huh +I don't ever lose, I don't ever snooze +'Cause I just popped me two blues, yeah +No, I don't follow no rules +Fuck your bitch right out the sole of her shoes, yeah +That Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean, yeah +These niggas stealin' my moves, yeah +Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five, FN bust your top, yeah +Put it right in her neck just like a tie +I go to her crib just with my fire +I got a thot live on my opp's block +She always give up the drop (Drop) +We always gon' be on top +Whether you like it or not (Not, not) +My chain too cold, but I'm hot, made it colder +Hit from the back, she made me say, ""Woah, there"" (Let's go) +I hit that girl, made her pull her rotor (Okay) +I hit that, then I had break my shoulder (Yeah, yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out (Out) +I remember I almost ain't make it out (Out) +You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out (Oh) +She said, ""Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?"" (Yeah) +I said, ""No, I cannot, I could beat it out"" (Ew) +Put it in her, she screamin' like, ""Take it out"" (Ouch) +There's no feelings with no, um, relations now (Yeah) +I had got money, then took the paper route (Let's go) +My deposit, it look just look like my saving now (Yeah) +Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (Woo) +But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out +Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Master chef) +Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now (My, my, my) +Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Yeah) +I just made me a hundred and eighty now +That's how much the promoter be payin' now (Lil Uzi) +[Verse 2: Young Nudy] +Hahaha, I got your bitch over here promotin' my nuts (I got your bitch) +Yeah, your ho is a slut, hit her from the back, nigga, in her guts (Give me that) +Yeah, slap it on her butt, whole lotta white stuff on her butt (Yeah) +I know that ho freaky, she's a nut (Yeah) +She just sucked me up, young nigga goin' nuts (Uh-huh) +Uh, Glock 17 holdin' the nuts, y'all niggas really frontin' for what? +Get a pussy nigga bust for nothin' (Fah-fah) +All that talkin', need to hush it, bluffin' +Kill a nigga for the money, frontin' +In the hood, hoes stuntin', money (Stuntin') +In the booty club throwin' money (Money) +Just like a diamond, nigga, know I'm shinin' +And I do this shit Monday through Sunday +Y'all broke as fuck, can't get no money (Huh?) +I'm laughin', these niggas, they ain't doin' nothin' (Nah) +Yeah, I smoke big blunts, I smoke big blunts, bitch, I big stunt +Everybody know that Slime got a big gun +Niggas be playin', when I point my finger, they gon' shoot somethin' (Fah-fah) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out +I remember I almost ain't make it out +You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out +She said, ""Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?"" +I said, ""No, I cannot, I could beat it out"" (No) +Put it in her, she screamin' like, ""Take it out"" +There's no feelings with no, um, relations now +I had got money, then took the paper route +My deposit, it look just look like my saving now +Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (Yeah) +But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out +Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Let's go) +Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now +Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Let's go) +I just made me a hundred and eighty now +That's how much the promoter be payin' now (Yeah) +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah +Man, you know this your player partner Lil Uzi Vert, and +If I would've came out with this a couple years back +I would've been in the video, like, Fendi belt, Trues on +Shit like that, yeah18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"2-32's[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Most of this here is just braggadocio +Emphatically spoke, impeccable rap flow +Second to that, wordplay akin to watching a verb +Hitting a piñata on the eve of its birthday +Uncommon like Erykah Phenomenon! Hysteria! +Hype, rocks millennium Sade criteria +Fuck the hearsay, please Jean's superior +Y'all yellow the same color of your bladder's interiors +You bore me to pieces, you feces mouth +And, yes, it's still shit if I mispronounce it bitch +How could it be doubted The beast mounted the pen +We're unsurmountable like you being surrounded by a ten man army in Afghanistan tents +With a caravan of Carolina and New York feds +Bless me with a holy 40 bottle from your corner stop and +Bet all your model entourage that we can get you popping +I'll deliver your liver on a plate with a slither of your shivering date +There's no mercy here put on your worsest gear +Your fucking with the word career +Assassin who just gave the job to murk ye onto Daily Planet +I raise havoc, like giving Mobb Deep a booster chair +Stupid, I'm uncouth and in the booth I'm rare +Name Northern Lights Pimp game, Dolemite +Spleens on assorted recordings I'm giving all the mics +Slaughtering them like cattle, hoarding the words +And then cornering them leaving just the ring it's absurd +I murder just for the fun of the sound of bodies falling +I'm eccentric I don't need white coats calling +It's just dementia, come on, quit your bawling +You'll only make Jean just slit your paws in +And then there's bloody parts and Jean's starts to saw and +It'll be ridiculous You're strawberry licorice +All over my kicks Mom mourning Snap! Picture this +[Verse 2: Daily Planet] +For the record Imma keep spitting +Game booking +And leave the game looking +Like a shepherd with its sheep missing +I know you seen Dai' +On a lean +Spray your team Tres schemes[?] +In Inglés wtih Jean Grae +Raising Cane phrasing slang cause shit is foul +In this flagrant game I'm O-fficial +Lingual assaults mangle +Wings on the archangel +The Grim Reaper's cane got my face and name +So I readily phrase spoke[?] +And repping respray hope and +I'm steadily paid til heavenly gates open +Rhyme's musical, I'm fluent through +Spitting lyrics your spirit is congruent to +Nigga, I been rapping I handle that +'long as I got a ten track and a camel pack +I paid my dues +Never half step +Used to stomp niggas down just to raise my shoes +Obey my rules or face consequence from lower lower 3rd, the 8th continent +Come one come all the track is strong +I'm talking Clark with no glasses on cats is wrong +Waiting on a rebel when there's factions armed +Y'all niggas playing on a level that I practice on +I'm willing to off these my aura's still in recital +Of killing them softly like Lauryn Hill with a silencer +So drilling your softies [?????????????????????] +Revealing your flaw, chilling, while peeling your top Please!" +"Intro (They Forgot)Swim so free +Heaven above and sea below +And a little white whale on the go +Two, three, four +Baby beluga +—Capital Hill to work out a compromise healthcare plan +Alright, I'm going to work out +Fuck I'm playing for, I gotta get my shit right, ya hear me? +You other niggas can stay all healthy and drink and party all day +That's how you get healthy +So that way you can live forever, get this money forever +Ya hear me? +Squad +OTF in this bitch, turn up! +Ready yet? Get set, it's all that! +And they already know where we from, man +Englewood area, South side +Englewood, 72nd Green +L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz +You got motherfucking +600 boy, L'A, man, L'A Capone, man, get in tune, man +060 boys, man +My folks going crazy for that shit, you know? +Ayy, ""We Don't Fuck Around"" featuring Lil Durk +Free Zoo, free DeeDee, hard body +This every day, man, whether it's rain or snowing +We out here, man +Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want +I call it how— +I was politicking with Durk, he just say: +""Man, just go ahead and fuck with it, go play with it"" +So, shit, I'm just playing with it for right now +But, shit, I ain't think the motherfucker was gon' react to it like that +You feel me? +Man, you this, you that, you 100, your shit go hard +Fucking with love, ya hear me? +Now, I'ma just get in it and finesse, you know +Shit don't stop, never stop +It ain't gon' never stop, and this how I'm living, you know? +Smoking good in every country, every hood +OTFEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Strawberry Peels[Intro: Young Thug] +Spider (Hey) +Hey (SEX, Spider, SEX) +[Verse 1: Young Thug] +Yeah, I'm on that drank, I'm 'bout to keel (Woah) +I got the drop, I got the kill (Woah) +Takin' a bitch, I got the seal (Yeah) +I got this peppermint patty, it's teal +She off the boat and she came from Israel +Fuck from the back until I'm smacked +Smoke on that thrax, I'm on strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels +Cop what I want and my wrist and my style is on crunk and it's real +Half of my niggas get high off a seal +Brand new Percs and they all teal +I put my dick in her bladder, yeah, yeah +And I'm fuckin' her friends and they all here +[Chorus: Young Thug] +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +[Verse 2: Gunna] +Flooded the wrist +Let my bro hit her, I'm good with assist (Good) +Know it's expensive, can tell by the stitch (Why?) +Crept in the club with thirty in the stick (Thirty) +VLONE, Chrome Heart, it's still stuck on the rich +She can't talk right now 'cause she suckin' this dick +YSL slatt life, we slimy and slick (Slatt) +Got a young bull that pull up, let it spit (Bull) +He hit and don't miss +Hop out a jet, hop in a Rolls +Icy Patek straight off of shows (Straight off of shows) +I want the platinum, I'm cool on the gold +She suckin' it 'til the snot come out her nose (Wow) +I bought an old Cutlass, I set it on fours (Set it on fours) +I pop me a pill, I feel geeked up for sure +You front me a pack, I'ma go get it sold +Young Wunna, young Wunna, I can't break the code (Young Wunna) +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] +I bend her over, I make her kneel +Stand on my money like my name Shaquille +Construction man, runnin' right through these drills +I cannot breathe 'cause there's ice on my gills +She give me brain, that's that Urkel and chill +She mixed with white, told her my name Jaleel +Uzi too rich, man, how does it feel? +Tryna be humble, man, I ain't tryna kill +They walk on my heels, my heels made of steel +That's no oil my spill, I burnt off the wheel +She ate up the deal +My baby so spoiled just like some old milk +The paint on my whip, it's already peeled +Put my dick in her gut, it's just for the guilt +Fuckin' this bitch, did that right on film +I need the beat, that's just for the stems (Yeah) +[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert] +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Intro (The Meth Lab)What's good. Staten Island stand up! +This right here - Staten Island artist +Done by Staten Island, made in Staten Island. Enjoy +Fuckin' Meth Heads..." +"Credit / Thank Her*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +And I should really thank her +What type of diamonds on your bitch? You know I pinked her +Got a Cuban link on me, I ain't McRangsta +But I'm not talkin' 'bout Cuban links so don't talk gangster +I don't wife none of these hoes, no, I can't save her +Put your number in my phone but I won't save you +Oh, you think that I'm a player +He ain't gettin' money, he a hater +[Interlude] +Y'all niggas ain't ever have to struggle before +Now y'all have to warm me up, like +I see pain in your eyes every time you fuck me, yeah +And I know you lie when you said you trust mе, yeah +It's Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah), I can feel it (I can feel it) +Why you still hеre if I'm fuckin' up your image? (Up your image) +'Cause you okay but I know I can do it better, yeah (Uh, better) +[Chorus] +I can buy a better bitch just off of credit (Yeah), uh +I just bought a Lamborghini off of debit (Yeah), uh +I just found my opp location off of Reddit (Cash), uh +I just bought some Chrome Heart jeans just like they selvage (Uh) +I been gettin' my dick sucked since I was seven, yeah (Uh) +[Verse] +Crosses on my jeans and my crosses leather, yeah (Ayy) +Bitch, I'm known to ball, I'm not playin' tether, yeah (Uh-huh) +I like lots of, cheese, swiss, and mozzarella, yeah +I like provolone but cheddar's way better, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) +Now tell me, do gangsters really go to Heaven? Yeah (Yeah) +If we really do, need to cut a check to my reverend, yeah (Let's go) +I wanted me a Rollie since I was eleven, yeah (Go) +If you wanna talk about Rollies? Then I got eleven, yeah (Ayy) +Niggas in my city startin' all the rumors (All the rumors) +I ain't movin', bitch I hang with the movers (Look, with the movers) +And I'm gon' shot my shot 'cause I hang with the shooters, yeah (With the shooters) +Ain't nobody shot but someone top your medulla, yeah (Your medulla) +Bitch better gimme that top, I can't promise I'm gon' do ya...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Don’t Stop Ma (Out of Control)[Intro: Chops] +You listening to a Chops production +And MB's the click, ODB, Dirt McGirt, tell 'em +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Yeah, roof is on fire, bitch, put it out +Out of control, flames spinnin' out +When you get real deep, dig it out +When you rollin' up the L, pig it out +Pop the cork, respect, pour it out +White Horse in the house, roll it out +If it's goods on the wood, throw 'em out +I'll be there, pop, you can dig it out +[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Dirt Dog, want the red rug, roll it out +You saw the grip, and I ain't ashamed to pull it out +My fault, cuz you said you gonna bring it out +And you know it ain't comin', til I'm singin' out +Oh, don't stop ma, got my legs shakin' here, don't stop ma +You'se a real freak girl, gotta give you props +Cuz I feel the bam bam when my bed rock +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Rollin' on your stair, bitch, pick her out +Out of control, and can't slut her out +Big girls, you can get it, no doubt +You jumpin' off, with the pretty little mouth +Don't expect to trip down south +Uh-uh, and relay in my baby mama house +Let's fuck, girl, time's running out +Mama be home at five, on the dot +[Hook] +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Fuckin' up my party, bitch, throw 'em out +Out of control, my name, wide 'em out +Fill the arenas, the Roc, sell 'em out +Get mad shit on the curb, and pout +When I left the Billboards, what drought +Serious thought, for those who wanna doubt +Move with felony niggas, that just came out +And thunders that be spittin' in heavy, like four pounds +[Hook]" +Kanye West*Lyrics to this song have not yet been released. Please check back once this song is released3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy +"What HappenedIntro: +[Notorious B.I.G] +The Fuck Happened to the home of the brave +Niggas running off headed to the grave +Black president, don't matter +Shit just getting worst life is shattered +A land of freedom is flipping out +All I want is a life without a doubt +Verse 1 +[Ice Cube] +Thug life, we all been through it +Life's a struggle though it's not split +Illuminati or whatever the fuck they go by +They the reason why the world so dry +I'm just a nigga tryna live my life +Everyday staying away from the tip of a knife +Or the the fire from a fucking 9 millimeter +This damn Gangasta life is that of a cheater +I'm starting to think we living in a trash can +Jus' waiting to be swallowed up bu the Klu Klux klan +Verse 2 +[Notorious B.I.G] +Every night sleeping with a common dream +That everyone be on the same team +When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell +Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell +It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies +Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies +God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit +No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked +Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise +Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice +All my life I been considered as the worst +Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse +Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion +I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion +Verse 3 +[Ice Cube] +Dope on the corner, look at the coroner +Daughter is dead, mother is mourning her +Strayed bullets, AK bullets +Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't +Bring her back, who got the footage? +Channel 9, cameras is looking +It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked +Banana clip, split his banana pudding +I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding +I know I'm good at +Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst +Bitch how could this get any worse than it is worst +America might as well be cursedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Through the Wire (Live from Abbey Road Studios)[Intro] +Yo G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? +Can they, ha? +[Hook] +I spit it through the wire man +It's too much stuff in my heart right now man +I'd gladly risk it all right now +It's a life or death situation man +Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man +It's your boy Kanye to the +Chi-town what's going on? +[Verse 1] +I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dessert +Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp +That right there could drive a sane man bizzerk +Not to worry Mr. H said the izzles back to wizzerk +How do you console my mom or give her light support +Tellin' her her son's on life support? +And just imagine how my girl feel +On the plane scared as hell, that her guy look like Emitt Till +She was with me before the deal, she been tryin' to be mine +She a delta so she been throwin' that Dynasty sign +No use me trying to be lyin', I been trying to be signed +Trying to be a millionaire, how I use two lifelines +In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died +The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man +Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band +I swear this right here is history in the makin' man +I really apologize how I sound right now man +If it's unclear at all, man +They got my mouth wired shut for like +I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks +You know we had reconstruct +I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw +I looked in the mirror, half my jaw was missing +In the back of my mouth, man I couldn't believe it +I'm still here for y'all right now man +This is what I gotta say, right here dog +Yeah, turn me up yeah +What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal +On the hottest rap label around? +But he wasn't talking 'bout Coke and birds +It was more like spoken word except he's really puttin' it down +And he explained the story about how Blacks came from glory +And what we need to do in the game +Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time +In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed +If you could feel how my face felt, you would know how Mase felt +Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt +I swear to God drive a two on the sue +I got lawyer for the case to keep what's in my safe, safe +My dawgs couldn't tell if I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky +It was televised, there's been an accident like Geico +They thought I was burnt up, like Pepsi did Michael +I must gotta Angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass +Unbreakable, what you thought they called me Mr. Glass? +Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past +Toys R Us, where I used to spend that Christmas cash +And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown ass kid +Swear I should be locked up for stupid sh** that I did +But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph +Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire +[Outro Hook] +Y'know what I'm sayin'? +When the doctor told me I had a um +I was goin' to have a plate in my chin +I said, dawg don't you realize +I'll never make it on the plane now? +It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on +She can't be serious man +(For a chance at loving you +I'd take it all the way +Right down through the wire +Even through the fire) +(Through the fire, to the limit +Through the fire, to the limit +Through the fire, to the limit +Through the fire, to the limit)" +"Soufside Still Holdin’ (Street)Chorus: +Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie +We ride on 4 wit tv's inside +We all suckafree, got the game sewed +When we put the mic down, say man hold up +(repeat) +Verse: +Souf side still holdin im in a expedition +With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin +Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me +Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie +I just went to the car lot and bought a limo +I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo +When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes +I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's +I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades +Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave +I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin +People wanna know where im at keep callin +Cuz im a baller im always top of the line +2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind +Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle +On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle +Cuz people be always tryna show off +They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off +I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9 +U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph +Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House +The freestyle king i always go hard +After concerts i might pull yo braud +( repeat chrous til fade)" +"Dreams[Verse 1] +Gimme all the rhythm and blues singers +Hen rock the shots of liquor, it makes me cum quicker +Rub between your belly like jelly +R. Kelly you think you ballin' but your body's callin' +Free fallin' and you roll in fuck the bumpin' and grindin' +Have you jumpin' and whinin' while I'm climbin' +I be doing groups like Troop +Body rockin' H-Town or Horace Brown +Watch out now +Babyface can pay the rent and cook me five meals +But momma got the whip appeal +What the deal on that Prince cat +He be lookin' fruity but you still can eat the booty +Brian McKnights tight Joe is kinda slow +Oh, what about D'Angelo +I want some of that brown sugar +Then watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts, like +[Chorus] +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick +(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick +(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) +[Verse 2] +I fuck Mista the flyway, fuck dem LaDae cats, they whack +And one on them resemble Craig Mack +I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vizion +Pussy eatin' position to go to shower pissin' +I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto +Now I'm skin deep in da Lexus Jeep +Peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit Mista +They'd be suckin' blackberry molasses out my asses +Jason, who da fuck time ya wastin'? +I got no patience for little dick tastin' +I'd rather go dolo than solo so I can get some Heaven +And be the fuck out After 7 +All for One and One for All +I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of y'all +And if you're immature then I'm out the door +I'm on fire gettin' head by the Harlem Boys Choir +[Chorus] +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick +(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick +(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) +[Verse 3] +I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore +Montell Jordan ain't scorin' +Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble +Make him an example +With this pussy sample here we go +You didn't know Joe was my ho +Tony Rich my bitch don't fuck with this +I got the 112 nuts to bust so just +Open wide when I'm done give me a high five +You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case +We got to drink a pace for me to participate +Don't playa nigga it's cool with me +I'm icin' Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory +[Chorus] +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick +(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick +(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick +Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick" +"You Can’t Kill Me[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all... New York City... +Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight... +The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world... +The other night, nigga was at Lotus... +I hit P and them +I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know... +But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo +Check it out, check it out how it went +[Verse 1] +It was just cool like, smooth night with my jewels bright +Goons left, goons right, coupe with blue lights +Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls +Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off +In the loft, mixing hash and dro +Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass +Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast +When the phone ring, the house lights flash +Turned down the sound, let's get down to business +Shit about to go down with some foul niggas +What the voice said, ""What up, pop? Who want it?"" +I put the guap up, get the boy popped +He say ""Son, stop, it's dudes you feedin' +Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'"" +Dog, why you callin' me? This our food +You handle the mouths that it trickles down to +Niggas want beef, I want some of that cow too +But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich +Don't bother me with silly shit, call Rico +He said ""It IS Rico, of all people +Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor +To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather"" +Said the nigga shot up my cars +Last night he laid for me to come out my doors? +[Chorus] +Niggas always on that bullshit +To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip +Niggas always on that bullshit +Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit +Niggas always on that bullshit +To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip +Niggas always on that bullshit +Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit +You can't kill me +[Verse 2] +High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass +Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half +You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, Balderdash +I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on +The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don +What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah +Packed the 9's, yo this nigga's asinine +Smack your mom, relaxed and calm, then mack your mom +In a casket, you'll get your fashion on +You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die +You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' with Nas +Remember anyone can get it at anytime +Lames'll swear by your name, when they lie +Get hit with the lone star, ripped where your bones are +So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-0-1? +In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser +Merk you wit your own shooters +All you want is a name, pissed and insane +My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen +Then it goin' off, start spittin' +Niggas try to bring it where I live in +Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at +So we waited with the Sigs, blat, blat, blat! +[Chorus] +Niggas always on that bullshit +To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip +Niggas always on that bullshit +Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit +Niggas always on that bullshit +To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip +Niggas always on that bullshit +Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit +You can't kill me +[Outro] +You can't kill me +You can't kill me +You can't kill meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"​five degrees[Intro] +No-one wants to kiss a girl in black +[Chorus] +Worry 'bout yourself, baby, I'll be good +I just wanna die in peace tonight +You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood +Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight +Everybody cold where I come from +Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up +Next summer, I'll be on an island, with your bitch and a bottle +And a pocket full of numbers +[Verse] +Don't stutter, slang from the gutter +Got bang for ya butter +Got my name from my mother +No other, shinin' through the shutter +Say she over me, whatever +'Cause she underneath my cover (Ushio!) +Bet you wish you had my flow +I know I'm dope, I could ask your ho +Bet you wish you got me mad +You don't, you won't, not never +Stop blowin' up my phone +[Interlude] +Yo, run that shit back for me +[Chorus] +Worry 'bout yourself, baby, I'll be good +I just wanna die in peace tonight +You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood +Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight (Ushio!) +Everybody cold where I come from +Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up +Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle +And a pocket full of numbers52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Tha Mobb[Intro] +Yeah +Hardbody, hardbody +Carter, Carter, Carter +Yeah +Let's go +[Verse] +Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side +They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide +Word to my mama, I'm gon' continue bombin' +Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma +I'm trying, but I'm normal, when this rap shit get boring +All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) +And the beat keep crying, and I'ma keep beating her (Yeah) +Fee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah) +And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?) +I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah) +I made enough, I ain't make shit (Nah) +So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (Nigga) +Breakfast, yes +Let's eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah) +Then hunt for the lunch and dinner +No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on) +Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh) +No bow and arrows, Harold (No) +Just Ninas, Gina (Damn) +Just choppers, Robert (Damn) +Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? (Huh?) +I lock and seal it (Yeah), I'm the best, I can feel it (Yeah) +I'm in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em) +Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go) +I'm here, motherfucker, make room, boom +Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah) +It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (Yeah) +Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior +Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah) +I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave (Uh-uh) +Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (You know) +Can't get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No) +Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B) +I'm hungry like I didn't eat (Yeah) +I want it like I didn't see a mil' before seventeen (Boy) +What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?) +You pups can't keep up with the pedigree (Get back) +Catch me where the weather be (Hah) +Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling +Palm trees, promethazine, but what's new? (Tell 'em) +Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (Yeah) +Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (Fuck 'em) +So, how you wan' do it? Baby, we can get it +All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it +Money or murder, you my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver +I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah +Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah) +Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah +Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah +The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah) +Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But +Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so +They don't forget it, I underline it, and +I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', youngin +I been through all that, I done done what you sayin' +I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah) +When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders +Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah) +Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah) +Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah +Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire +Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah +Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah) +Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn) +I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga +Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin') +Fork in the road, I'm always going right +Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (Woah) +We can't see, but we gon' make it to the finish line +It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut) +Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah) +Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah) +Damn, then one more to the face (Bah) +Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah) +I'm made, straight mafia shit +Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah) +And the obvious shit? +If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich +So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit (Yeah) +And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (Right here), I'm chestin' up +I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Woah) +See, you fucking up the money, baby +And that ain't good business +You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em) +And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah) +The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah) +Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No +'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne'll never fold (Uh-uh) +You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga) +Lift up your toes and look under a rug +Trust me, that's history under all that dust +So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?) +Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (Yeah) +Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt +Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut +But, you know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch +That's real shit if you ever seen such, church +[Outro] +Tha Mobb +Nigga28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Crazy (God’s Plan)[Hook] +If you think you can fuck with 50 +You got to be cra-zeeeee +I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much +Your label try an' pay meeeee +I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath +And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy +It's simple, I see you'd like to be me +Y'all niggas, can't fade meeeee +[50 Cent] +I could be a gentleman or gangster, the bitch done chose +Got semi-autos to put holes in, nigga's and hoes +My wrist all froze, for flicks I pose +Fiends sample my D's and those, I suppose that's about a 9 +So far the grands stack for niggas sniffin white lines +Sell anything under the sun to get mines, I'm gon' shine +Stunt for the summer, H2 Hummer, got paper now I'm picky +Change the rims, drape the watch, trade the Timbs, I upgrade +Now I'm paid - catch me in the Trump Tower lobby +Strokin' other niggas hoes is my hobby +Treat me like Kemosabe, suck me baby +I roll with Shady and Dr. Dre, ohhhh~! +I'm down to, try my luck, see if I can fingerfuck in the truck +G-5, 50 so live +Soon as my zipper go down her eyes wide +Got her in the telly on the bed with her hands tied, wooo! +[Hook] +If you think you can fuck with 50 +You got to be cra-zeeeee +I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much +Your label try an' pay meeeee +I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath +And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy +It's simple, I see you'd like to be me +Y'all niggas, can't fade meeeee +{*16 seconds of instrumental*} +[Outro] +""Is this what you want?"" +G-Unit, God's Plan!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Forget the Fame(Lil' Flip) +I come from a hood where everybody standing on the corner +What you need? some weed, speed, or some marijuana? +You can get it right here or get it down there +But when the laws pull up get away from 'round there +Now niggas think a nigga started changin +Just cause a nigga gotta platinum chain hanging +I still got the same niggas that I'm down with +If a nigga owe me money we gon'shoot down shit +I use to sell work I use to sell pints +But now I'm doing shit I got three million in the bank +I done made alot of moves and payed alot of dues +And if you fuck with me, you might make tonight news +Now niggas get on TV and forget they partnas +The ones who keep it real come to yo shows with the choppas +The one who bring that drank, bring that weed to yo house +Them the niggas down wit me that represent the South, uh +(Chorus) +I want the money +I don't give a fuck about the fame +No matter how rich I get Lil' Flip will never change +I want the money +I don't give a fuck about the fame +I do this shit so my patnas don't have to slang cain +(Lil' Flip) +Now everytime I get back somebody went to jail +But they taught us don't go to school and you will fail +I didn't go to college but its money in my wallet +And I just bought a Jag with zero mileage +Now people like ""Flip, you know I'm tryin to rap"" +But you was hatin on me, nigga you might get slapped +Your telephone tapped, you got the hood hot +Matter of fact it don't look good for you to be standin on the block +Nigga what about the cops? They rollin and lookin +And everybody know what you sellin and cookin +So get yo mind right nigga stay out the streets +You see what I did, now I play with these beats +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm like a hundred-dollar bill I'm hard change +And now its funny everybody ain't acting the same +Rule one never let niggas learn your business +Rule two never ever ever burn yo bridges +I had niggas that was hatin smilin in my face +Way before ""Buy the Car, Buy the House"", and ""DiamondsNyaface"" +Now they see me in the streets like ""I wanna do a song"" +Nigga yous a ho cry babies go home! +Cause you ain't selling records don't get mad +Cause you see me ballin hard in a drop top Jag +When you see me at The Source just chunk up a deuce +Cause I represent Cloverland jumpin out my Coupe +I'm still gon' be the same nigga on the scene +I'm still gon' be the only freestyle king...... +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' +{*DJ scratches*} still... still gon be the only +('Another chop chop productions') +{*DJ scratches*} free... {*DJ scratches*} freesty.. +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' be the only free style king... +{*DJ scratches*} only only only only fre{*mumbling*}ee style king +{*DJ scratches*} ...free style king +{*DJ scratches*} still gon +{*DJ scratches*} ly freest..king.. I'm still gon +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon be the only +{*DJ scratches*} styl {*DJ scratches*} still gon be +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' be the only free +{*DJ scratches*}" +"Freestyle 4[Intro: Kanye West] +This that rap god shit nigga +I rip every one of these mothafuckas down, ayy +Rah, rah, rah +Rah, rah +[Verse: Kanye West] +Closed eyes, see things +Fire up, tweaking +You in my freak dreams +You in my freak dreams +Bad bitch, you dig that +Get stacks, drive cars +Whip out, bitch out +Tits out, oh shit +My dick out, can she suck it right now? +Fuck, can she fuck right now? +I done asked twice now +Can you bring your price down? +Lil Boosie with the wipe down +A little woozy but I'm nice now +What the fuck right now? +What the fuck right now? +What the, what the fuck right now? +What if we fuck right now? +What if we fucked right in the middle +Of this mothafuckin' dinner table? +What if we fucked at this Vogue party? +Would we be the life of the whole party? +Shut down the whole party +Would everybody start fuckin'? +Would everybody start fuckin'? +Would everybody start fuckin'? +They don't want nothin' +You mothafuckas livin' like half of your level, half of your life +I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie +We be in the bathroom fuckin' like ""Baby, don't get too loud!"" +I can, I can see it, yeah +[Outro: Desiigner] +Hey, I want it right now +Ball on them niggas, get heated and shot down +You get hit with the pie now +Rolls with killa money nigga get by now +Right now, right now +I'm with niggas that have been to Versailles now +Side now, slide down +[Produced by Kanye West]" +"Fed Up With the Bullshit[Verse 1] +Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid +I'm a nig who don't dig a muthafuckin pig +Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers +That misuse they badges to whip niggas' asses +Then one day they slow rolled through the hood +With the .38s cocked, 2 deep, up to no good +They say that my skin was black so they attacked +Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my fuckin cap +One murdered my man like it was okay +For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay +But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life +And never again see the street lights, and that's trife +Around my way they shot many teens +And them cops better stop, or I'mma stop em, by any means +The Big L won't hesitate to cold diss em +And if you ask me, muthafuck the whole system +There are too many young black brothers doin life bids +Cause justice means 'just us white kids' +So take heed to the rhymes I kick +I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bullshit +[Hook] +I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) +I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) +I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) +I'm fed up (Aw, shit) +[Verse 2] +Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or the cold season +Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason +You're just gettin home from work +And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by a fuckin jerk +Niggas in the streets got tough luck +First they get cuffed up +Then get roughed up, and that's fucked up +This every day, not every other week +Listen when this brother speak +Muthafuck turnin the other cheek +Or you'll be layin' in a pine box +Bad enough they got .38s, now them clowns gettin nine Glocks +I'm not only fed up with the cops +I'm also fed up with them punk-ass cab drivers who don't stop +They don't care if it's snowin +First they slow down, then they see your skin is brown, then they keep goin +Cause I wasn't white, the cab took flight +But I caught him at the light +And put a bullet right through his windpipe +I keep a tool with a full clip, the trigger I pull quick +Cause I'm fed up with that bullshit +[Hook] +I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) +I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) +I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) +I'm fed up (Aw, shit)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Broken Safety[Kung Fu sample] +""Ha—do you know any other styles?"" +""I am very grateful!"" +(Scram Jones) +""Are you ready?"" +""I'm ready"" +[Verse 1: Jadakiss] +Ugh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty-duke +That's when I first got the Nauti goose (Haha) +Now, I come through in a sported coupe (Yeah) +I know what you better do (What?) +Stop talking 'bout what you oughta do (Uh-huh) +My crack spot is still portable (Yeah) +Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you (All of you) +I'm in the hood scraping them, Jadakiss, Rae and them (Rae!) +Y'all lame niggas—come uptown, spend a day with him (Haha!) +Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs +Blow something, nigga, let the Earth smoke hit your lung +Get your guns +The economy is down (Down), so you already know +It's gon' be a lot of hommys in the town (Hommys) +That's why I'm still bringing the seed back (Uh-huh) +The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack (Haha) +Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, Black (Yeah) +Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what! +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Playing Spit, snipping, different color Wallys on +Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it +I'm forever zooted, crushed-up glass, I'm just flashing through it +Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer (What?) +Maybach bloomers, playing rumors +Card sharks getting cash money—""Take a loan, hit this tuna"" (Yeah) +We onionhead niggas with gun gooners +Put us together: he run sea, I run land with one Ruger +Stop playing, you know we run rap (Uh-huh) +You know we done that +""Stop fronting, son, put the gun back"" +We came with the containers +Besides having the flamers (Yeah) +My Mexican mans is famous (That's right) +Running through the streets, the bulldog +Conehead hoodies on, eighteen-five for footballs +Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G +Good recipe, good status, a hood broad +[Verse 3: Styles P] +I used to move brown rectangles (Yeah) +Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with Death's angel (Smoke) +Chrome trey-pound is making your neck dangle (Dangle) +Blue trey-eight is leaving your chest mangled (Haha) +It's math with the gun, I could kill you at all angles (All angles) +Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled, ugh (Mm) +Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas pedals +You got the cops with you, you ain't even half-ghetto (Not even half) +We neither here nor there (Nuh-uh) +But if you was over here, you would of been got aired (Been got aired) +Like a pair of white Nikes on a summer day (Ss...) +Pointing the gun away (Point away) +I could kill you niggas a hundred ways (A hundred ways) +Minds in a place that yours ain't (Yeah) +So I'm wearing war paint (Yeah) +For the day that I see the Lord, saint (For the day) +Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape +Fuck with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face +[Kung Fu sample] +""Too bad. Your courage will be the death of you.""" +"Only One[Produced by Mike Dean & Paul McCartney] +[Video by Spike Jonze] +[Verse 1] +As I lay me down to sleep +I hear her speak to me +Hello 'Mari, how ya doin'? +I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin' +I know you're happy, ‘cause I can see it +So tell the voice inside ya head to believe it +I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel +And look at all that he gave you +You asked for one and you got two +You know I never left you +‘Cause every road that leads to Heaven's right inside you +So I can say +[Chorus] +Hello, my only one, just like the mornin' sun +You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name +Hello my only one, remember who you are +No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes +[Verse 2] +Hey, hey, hey, hey +Oh, the good outweighs the bad even on your worst day +Remember how I'd say +Hey hey one day, you'll be the man you always knew you could be +And if you knew how proud I was +You'd never shed a tear, have a fear, no you wouldn't do that +And though I didn't pick the day to turn the page +I know it's not the end every time I see her face, and I hear you say +[Chorus] +Hello my only one, remember who you are +You got the world ‘cause you got love in your hands +And you're still my chosen one +So can you understand? One day you'll understand +[Bridge] +So hear me out, hear me out +I won't go, I won't go +No goodbyes, no goodbyes +Just hello, just hello +And when you cry, I will cry +And when you smile, I will smile +And next time when I look in your eyes +We'll have wings and we'll fly +[Chorus] +Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun +You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name +And you're still my chosen one, remember who you are +No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes +[Outro] +Hey, hey, hey, hey +Tell Nori about me, tell Nori ab- +I just want you to do me a favor +Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me +Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me +Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me +Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me +Tell Nori about me..." +"Bring the Pain[Intro: Method Man] +Basically +Can't fuck with me +[Verse 1: Method Man] +I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain +Let's go inside my astral plane +Find out my mental, based on instrumental +Records, hey, so I can write monumental +Methods, I'm not the king +But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream +Check it, just how deep can shit get +Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it +In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over +Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed +Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side +And I'm the dark side of the Force +Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan +I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it +Fuck it, two tears in a bucket +Niggas want the ruckus +Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it +Styles, I gets buckwild +Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files, I'm sick +Insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy +Out her fucking mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze +[Chorus: Method Man] +Is it real, son, is it really real, son? +Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real +Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one +Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real, yeah, uh +[Interlude: Booster & Method Man] +When I was a likle stereo (Stereo) +I listen to some Champion (Champion) +I always wondered (Wondered) +When I will be di number one (Tical) +And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon) +And a Gorgon sound a Rein +An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me) +Mi a-go lick out dem brain (it’s like that) +[Verse 2: Method Man] +Brothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope +The only way you'll hang is by the neck +Nigga, bolt off the set, comin' to your projects +Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise +Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit +Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit +And it's gonna get even worse, word to God +It's the Wu comin' through, stickin' niggas for they garments +Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth +Came to represent and carve my name in your chest +You can come test, realize you're no contest +Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West +Quick on the draw with my hands on the four- +Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore +Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper +Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof +Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw +When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw +I've learned that when you drink Absolut straight it burns +Enough to give my chest hairs a perm +I don't need a chemical blow to pull a ho +All I need is Chemical Bank to pay the roll +[Interlude: Method Man] +What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style (Northern spicy brown mustard hoes, word up, we be hazardous) +We have to stick you +[Chorus: Method Man] +Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (Motherfucker, I'll fuckin') +Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real (Slide you down a rusty razor blade into a pool of alcohol) +Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one +Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real +[Outro: Method Man] +I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off +And make you kneel at some staircase, piss +I'll fuckin' cut your eyelids off and feed you nothin' but sleepin' pills +Get yours, motherfucker +So fuck the ho, fuck the ho" +"Fuck Wit Me Now[Intro] +Let's go - let's go +Let's go - let's go +They can't fuck with me now +Huh? Fuck with me now +No, they can't fuck with me now +Can't fuck with me now +Let's go +[Verse 1] +I go by Weezy The Don +Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, freezin' the arm +And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get completely took off +And if you wonder who the fuck are them killas with the money nigga +We be the squad. It's so serious like +It's like ain't nothin' but 10 hot shellys +On the block everyday sellin' rocks and shit +Choppin' bricks - give the damn cops a dick +We cop a whip and drop a brick - that's how we do it +Weed, liquor, money, and guns how we do it +Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid +Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs +Ain't nothin' sweet cause I can't keep trust +Lil' nigga - worth well over a mill, nigga +Real nigga - come around and show up where you live, nigga +Better hide the kids nigga parents and all +Wayne 'bout to damage your home +Look up out the window, see the man and his dawgs +Hoppin' out the van with bandanas and all +Cannons went off +News cameras takin' pictures of your family when your abdomen’s gone +Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain +How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your dame +That's because she ran into the game +Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne +Come on! +[Chorus] +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +No! They can't fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' with me get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya +[Verse 2] +Iceberg Shorty dammit, pants is saggin', forty magnum +Comin' out the club on Bacardi's, staggerin' +Tinted up Ferrari wagon, braggin' +Ohh, what's happenin'? +(??) 'round the court cause some ex just looked at me +Runnin' with them cats that be clappin' the plastic +Nigga put a cap in your asses +Catch me on the ave with the crack and a 'matic +Hopin' that the law don't pass me - stash it +First of the month, just snatched me a package +Bag it - 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin' +If a nigga think about jackin', please believe +I be clip-slappin', click-clackin' +Pull the bitch back and run up on his parents +Kidnap for his snacks, and then whack him +Shit get drastic +That's why I try to stay as fars away from beef as I could +Grab me a freak to eats on my wood +Transport coke from each of my hoods +Weezy Wee - CMB's in my blood +Eagle Street 17's where I'm from +And I ain't got no feelins for none of these womens +Scrilla, Dough, fetticheese is my love +You know the streets made me +And I don't give a damn if you hate me +Nigga better be S-Q-A-D +Until the day the man do take me +Squad shit! +You don't want no violence to keep the quiet +We call my people wild, and then we beef in quiet +Or we'll creep in houses, we'll sweep your momma +So, please stay out it, or you leave in silence +Come on! What! +[Chorus] +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Uh, they can't fuck with me now, them can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' when ya get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya +Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +Come on! +[Verse 3] +It's too dark for ya's +I ain't got no love for ya's +Let gunshots smoked ya's +Who fuck with us? +Weed, liquor done corrupted us +Wet a nigga like umbrellas +Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man +Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a man +Runnin' out the Hummer with guns in each palm +If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it +Niggas be kiddin' – me awake, DOA +Gun-spray - bullets damn near took off your son face +Oh, shit - niggas on that ho shit +Fours spit so quick like that lil' nigga ain't got no sense +Slow this shit down - let me get back down to reality: +I cause fatalities for any technicality +Wipe off your family randomly - U Understand? +It ain't a motherfuckin' game, and I ain't fuckin' playin' +Come on! +[Chorus] +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' when ya get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya +Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Them can't fuck with me now - ah, they can't fuck with me now +Look- +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Ah, fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +They can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' when ya get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya +Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Them can't fuck with me now - no, they can't fuck with me now +[Outro] +Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga +Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga +Wha, wha, uh, uh, nigga! +Wheezy Whee!!! (Whee! Whee! Whee!) +Watch out! (Watch out!)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Numb*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +Woah, let’s go +Turn up, let's go +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +[Verse 1] +Pour me numb (Oh yeah) +I get so geeked up until I'm dumb (I'm out) +Fuck your girl one time and now she sprung (She stuck) +Know she didn’t mean to fall in love (Fall in love) +Ridin’ on this dirt bike, yeah I got her drunk (Woah) +Baby, I got something for your tongue (For your tongue) +Rockstar lifestyle but I swear I am no punk +Ayy, so much swag, I should be model (Yeah) +No, this not no Ferragamo (Let's go) +Balenciaga on my collar (Huh?) +Just watch the way the money pile up +You know everyone know I am your father +I told that girl her boyfriend childish +Look like Angelica, walk with the toddlers +She gave me head, graduated from Howard +Smoke 41, graduated from sour (Yeah) +My crib so big, compare it to a tower +Don't care if you stink, you can't, um, use my shower (No) +No, no, no, you cannot sit on my couch +You need to get some Dove and need to get some Dial (Facts) +You say you a dog, Courage like you coward +Red spikes on my Louboutins like my name Bowser +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, let's go +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb +What's a chopper if it ain't got a drum? +[Verse 2] +I was the man before I could even tell, shh +I ain't even know it, shh +I caught pneumonia all on my neck, shh +All my chains still snowin' (Snowin') +You cannot take it, boy, you better show it (Show it) +You know you can't hold it (Huh?) +If you better hold it then you better blow it (Blow it) +No, don't reload it +And I just empty that clip on that fuck nigga +Yeah, that boy just really want war (War) +We playin' the backyard +We use that entrance like it is the front door (Woah) +I'm sippin' my Hi' +You know that this shit right here, it got me slumped up +Woah, I put that girl right on your tuck, yo +I put that shit in her gut, yeah +Slime, yeah, baby +You know that that lil' nigga, he is so cutthroat (Slatt) +You know I'm pescatarian +Them chickens, the feathers get plucked, yo +Woah, hit that bitch, she wanna buck, yo +I make that bitch wanna knuck, yo +Yeah, she said she do it for fun +She said that shit make her numb (Uzi) +Pour me numb (Woah, woah, woah, woah, skrrt-skrrt, yeah, she said) +Pour me numb (Why?) +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb), yeah +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (What that do?), yeah +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, yeah, ayy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Feelings Mutual[Intro] +And I want you to know something very important before I even start this song +Something very important before I even start this song +I can't feel no more (Feel), no +I can't feel no more (Feel) +I told myself that I wasn't gonna pop no pills no more, no +I can't feel no more (Feel) +I can't +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah) +I can't feel, my body's numb +Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah) +I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?) +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee) +Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee) +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, ooh +Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah) +I took you out of those fur boots +[Verse 1] +Back then I saw no one but you +Gave you my racks and I splurged too +Calling my phone and I curved you (Yeah) +Hope this song really don't hurt you +AP froze (What?), time so slow, yeah, hit reverse (Yeah) +Margiela all on my coat (Coat) +Got buttons, but leaving it open (Open) +So they can all see my shirt (My shirt), Rick Owens all on my shirt (My shirt) +I can't believe I made it out the dirt +That was back then when my pockets was hurtin' +Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin' +Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse +Louis scarf, on me it look like a curtain (Yeah) +My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse +They keep on talkin' (Why?) +They keep on talkin' (They hatin') +All these girls up in the club, why you lookin' at Vert? (Why?) +I am not worried because when my niggas come, they gonna need a white curtain (Yeah) +Your boyfriend hate my Bad and Boujee verse +She gave me head so I called her a nerd +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah) +I can't feel, my body's numb +Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah) +I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?) +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee) +Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee) +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, ooh +Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah) +I took you out of those fur boots +[Verse 2] +I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, girl, don't make a sound +You don't wan' argue 'bout body count (No) +You don't wan' talk about body count +You don't wan' talk about body count +What is all this fighting all about? +It's still bodies that I'm finding out (Yeah) +It's still bodies I don't know about (Huh?) +So many bodies like a murder trial +Used to say that it's word of mouth +But I love you so you're bondin' out +But I love you so you're bondin' out (Yeah) +Grandma and Mom love you now +I'm so high, I ain't comin' down (Oh, talk to 'em) +I'm so high, I ain't comin' down +I'm so high, I ain't comin' down +Hate me then, but they love me now (Yeah, talk to 'em) +Love me then, but they hate me now +It don't matter, got the paper now +I'm so numb +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah) +I can't feel, my body's numb +Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah) +I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?) +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee) +Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee) +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, ooh +Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah) +I took you out of those fur boots +[Outro] +I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +I can't feel33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Too Juiced (Suck The Tip) (Demo)[Intro] +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Fuck that bitch, send that bitch to the hospital +Left your wife on the couch like a vegetable +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +She said, ""I can't do it, impossible"" +Dance to a pussy, I'm the man, you an officer +Bitch, you ain't confident but baby, I will suck your tits +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck my tip +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, drugs if you wanna sip +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +I eat pussy like some pepperoni Domino's +I eat booty at my grandpa funeral +Fuckin' bitches high on coke +I fuck fat hoes, I fuck short hoes, I'ma take that ho +[Verse 3: Lil Tracy] +Yeah, Pussy wet like a lake (Pussy wet like a lake) +Change them sheets everyday (Sheets everyday) +Bust a nut on her lips (Bust a nut on her lips) +Suck on some water, baby girl and then we can kiss (Then we can kiss) +The xan got me tired (Yeah) +Suck on my dick, I can't hold your hair, told her to tie it (To tie it) +Step on the stage and they riot (Riot) +Nigga, I'm fly like a pilot (Fly like a pilot) +She a lil' freak and I like it +Eat on that pussy, I bite it +Snorting the coke the whole night +Eatin' food the whole night +Might eat the booty like rice +Pussy leaking like a pipe +Beat it up like a fight +Pussy is loose, it used to be tight +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Fuck that bitch, send that bitch to the hospital +Left your wife on the couch like a vegetable +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +She said, ""I can't do it, impossible"" +Dance to a pussy, I'm the man, you an officer +Bitch, you ain't confident but baby, I will suck your tits +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck my tip +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, drugs if you wanna sip +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +I eat pussy like some pepperoni Domino's +I eat booty at my grandpa funeral +Fuckin' bitches high on coke +I fuck fat hoes, I fuck short hoes, I'ma take that hoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Do What U Gotta[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] +Yeah +I ride till I'm through with the case +Through the days use the weights, niggas talk till they blue in the face +Been strugglin' is nothing to me +Come and see, I get it in like Kobe at the buzzer for three +When I'm gone, better 21-gun it +Thousand dollar bottles pop, one of the best that ever done it +Broke nights dumbin' with the dumbest +Sportin' the four-four I bought off a fiend for seven huned' +New faces, screwfacin' niggas from a distance +One time wait to take a nigga through the system +I ain't got time to play +I hit the globe on roam, I'm still home a million miles away +And I grind so my seeds could eat +Sometimes I let my eyes close, and I daydream of sleep +And if I should die before I wake +Then before my wake hit my wifey off with all my cake +Till then, I'ma live it up, pop corks, and split a dutch +Walkin' on the wild side, just to get a rush +Ya'll better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us +Every one I know is God, Earth, King, Crip, or Blood +Little nigga listen up +I know you loving the life, an' livin' it fly, so high you can't get enough +Son said, ""Who gives a fuck?"" +They see I'm making my bread, escaping the feds +So why should I give it up? +[Hook: Inspectah Deck] +Ain't nothing left to do but +Hold myself down in these streets and +If I feel like niggas test me +Got ta' reach out for my piece and +I don't run from confrontation +By myself I keep it true +When it comes down to gettin' paper +I'm gon' do what I got ta' do +[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] +I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face +Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace? +Scramblers chase, the blood money, hammers on waists +Just to trick it on the chick with the candles and lace +Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiendin' for meals +Fools shot up on the block, left 'em bleedin' and still +Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools +They play the game but they don't understand the rules +Yo, you should understand the jewels +I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose +Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me, but at the story go +Why buy the cow when you get it for free? +To make a living, it's either death or state prison +Deck just ain't quittin', either rep or stay hittin' +Ya'll know the motto, hollow points follow you home +Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome +You get blown back out of your zone +Like *pow* to the dome, so watch your mouth, kid +Mind on your tone +Son, I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest +Eye for a eye boss, ain't with the favors +I laid where they murk all day, broad day +I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play +Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name +While the organized mind stay quietly paid +[Hook: Inspectah Deck] +Ain't nothing left to do but +Hold myself down in these streets and +If I feel like niggas test me +Got ta' reach out for my piece and +I don't run from confrontation +By myself I keep it true +When it comes down to gettin' paper +I'm gon' do what I got ta' do" +"Wild Is the WindLove me, love me, love me, say you do +Let me fly away with you +For my love is like the wind +And wild is the wind +Give me more than one caress +Satisfy this hungriness +Let the wind blow through your heart +For wild is the wind +You touch me +I hear the sound of mandolins +And you kiss me +And with your kiss my life begins +You're spring to me +All things to me +Don't you know you're life itself +Like a leaf clings to a tree +Oh my darling, cling to me +For we're creatures of the wind +And wild is the wind +So wild is the wind +And wild is the wind +You touch me +I hear the sound of mandolins +You kiss me +And with your kiss my life begins +Daddy you're spring to me +All things to me +Don't you know you're life itself +Like a leaf clings to a tree +Oh my darling, cling to me +For we're creatures of the wind +And wild is the wind +So wild is the wind +So wild +So wild is the wind +So wild is the wind" +"Flex[Intro] +Yeah, nigga +I just wanna flex, son +Yeah, yeah +[Chorus] +I just wanna flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex +[Verse 1] +Ayy, yo, patty cake, patty cake, multiplying five pies +Mountains on the table, take a whiff, that's a line drive +Pullin' out cocaine biscuits, doin' drive-bys +Bitches buttnaked in the kitchen, shorty suck me dry +2 a.m. flights, elite jet, furry Louis seats +Alkaline bottles of Don, the whole crew eat +Flex ice water stones as long as baguettes +The new joint escalator piece, we flooded the steps +Baby blue passports, Hong Kong Task Force +Heard about the murder regime, made Ghost style mask for us +Bitches with tongue rings fresh out the geisha house +Did everything to these hoes but never ate them out +Niggas can't say shit, it's gold in my bank account +The foul play and the accolades is what my gang about +The knots, big faces falling out my Gucci sweats +TECs, vests, motherfuck, I'm daring you to... +[Chorus] +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex +[Verse 2] +Yeah, uh, come here, brother +Have you ever seen rare Wallas with an Air Max bubble? +And a steel that come with the grip with the beam this color? +Tomato dot'll cover the opps, if not, I'll cut you +Forbes, got young bitches blowin' my cover +He's the black Tom Selleck, I've been dyin' to fuck you +Them Caribbean seminars, he flashy like menopause +Bet you get hit with the best shot like Pat Benatar +The Oscar winner, his collar is knitted with linen +His jeans, you can consider it illiterate denim +Fish tank so big even the babies can swim in +Rockin' the toddler, four finger lacin', ridiculous gems in 'em +Benjamins stuck together like boxes of Entenmann's +Been in the vault since '88 with the tape of Rakim and them +I got that music ear +I can't leave a chick crib without them tryin' to keep me as a souvenir +[Chorus] +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex" +"FragmentsYeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? +Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Historical and monumental shit +What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah +Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball +Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall +Niggas play hard and shit +If you know what's best for you y'all niggas better safeguard your shit +Even though we rep brass knuckle rap +Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap +Street niggas now the corporate boss +Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish and Irish moss +And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb +Your whole show wack and I'm a cancel your sitcom +Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm +You ain't knowin' my name tattooed on your bitch arm +The way we blow shit is a shame +Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne +Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggas +Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now! +Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches +Let the mic lines hang, that slang is ridiculous +Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed offs +That's my specialty, more to bust +Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord +I analyze your work those that got merked were not established +Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 Raspberry +S-5, blowin through Asbury +Soon to own steakhouses, glowin' like makeover thousand +Them them niggas, robbin' from Pinkhouse's +Show and prove, knockin' off cab drivers +God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand +See the color of the carved out Wu emblem +Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses +Limousine, automatic new Uzi's in 'em yo +Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him +Move up the block, giant box blast my song +Non-stop, strictly hip-hop, march on +Doo rag hang long, metal tape is high bias +Graphics, captured with the colorful iris +I zoom in while the listeners tune in +Some assumin' they paid dues and joined the union +Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle +Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble +Divine Master threw on the track that made 'em bleed +He produce at unattainable rains of top speed +This powerful magnet that left 'em stagnant +Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments +Unfilled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise +Starlight scope with the night vision device +Splendid marksman that'll shoot the one off the dice +Split a grain of rice in one shot we kill 'em twiceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"The Making of “Ye Vs The People”[Kanye] +Like these is all super pretty things that make you feel everything is safe +I got my polo shirt, I got my horse, it's all good +I got my cross on me +[T.I.] +I agree, but I just think that when you have lives lost +As artists, that gives us an obligation to stand up against all of that kinda shit +[Kanye] +You know, me putting the hat on forces an evolution because +There's, even for me, I know so much more in the past 3 days +Because I'm getting this energy, positive or negative +Agreeing with me, disagreeing with me +It's like, and that like sharpens the diamond, that shit +Our mind, our conscienceness the way we're thinking +Just breaking some shit +[T.I.] +Your intentions, from what you tell me, are pure +But the direction that you took to get there is a bit unorthodox +And kind of... I would say - some people would say thoughtless +[Kanye] +If I had not done what I felt and I just thought +Then it would've just never happened +And when I wear that hat it's like a fight for equality +Like ""oh I can wear this hat too"" +I think people get mad at me when I name my idols +And I don't say Michael Jordan, I say Disney +[T.I.] +I just want you to consider all the people who just might be terribly, like, just torn apart and hurt +[Kanye] +I really wanna take that hurt off of them and let them understand that I did not wear that hat to hurt them +Half the shit Trump does, I don't agree with +[T.I.] +What half do you agree with? +Let's get that out +[Kanye] +Just the ability to do what no one said you could do +To do the impossible is the most inspiring thing to me +[Kanye, to someone else in the room] +Did you play that umm, the one that said +""Tell Daddy what you learned in school"" +(You wanna play with that, boy?) +I wanna play with that, yeah +(Alright, okay) +[Kanye, on a playback of ""Ye Vs The People""] +""I was in debt and the car that broke +The same shit I've been saying for years they called it ""loc"" +Successful man, a man that [?] the [?] +The most successful man the one's who can afford the most mistakes +And play with them"" +[Kanye] +You could mix into that cause I basically gave a lotta my side on that +[T.I] +Sure +[Kanye] +You know what I'm saying? +And your shit come in, you say +""Whoa whoa whoa, what you say? +How could that be? +[murmurs]"" +You know what I'm saying? +The exact conversation we're having +And what would you say? +[T.I.] +Sure +""Yeah I'm just trying to figure where you're trying to go with this +Some things you don't align with and some shit you just don't go against"" +That would kinda [gestures], you know +[T.I., in recording studio] +Let me hear it bro, let me see what we got here +[T.I. listens on a set of headphones] +[T.I., recording] +""... you're goin' now +'Cause everything that you built can be destroyed and torn down"" +[Kanye, recording] +""... know everybody emotional +""Would it be better if I rapped about selling crack? +Because it's cultural? +Or how about I'ma shoot you? Or fuck your bitch? +Or how about all this Gucci, or I'm fuckin' rich?"" +Or uhh, I could fuck your bitch +[T.I., recording] +""Here's a suggestion, be selective with your critical views +Of people who done made greater contributions than you"" +[Kanye, on a playback of ""Ye Vs The People""] +""I know Obama was heaven-sent +But ever since Trump won, I felt like I could be president""" +"Candy On Chrome[Verse 1: Big T] +I been really trryyiinn' baaabbyy +Tryin' to come down da slab for sooo looonngg yeah +And if you feel like T feel baby +Want cha come on OOH! +Come on WOO! +[Chorus: Big T] +Candy on chrome OOOW! +Candy, candy on chrome +Slabbed out baby +Candy on chrrroooommmeee +Swingas! +Candy on chrroommee +WOOHOOHOO! +[Verse 2: Big T] +We're all in-house playas wit' soooo much to gain +And it ain't no thang: woooo) +But since we got to be here, let's swang +Cuz' I love it, thereeeee's nothin' wrooong +With T comin' thrroouugghh, baby not at aaaalllll +Heeey, droppin' my slab with me and you can never go wrong +Cuz' my slab is true, ooh baby +I SAY WOO HOO HOO! +Don't you know how sweet and wonderful chasin' can beeeeee +WOO HOOOOOOOOO! +Riiide watchin' streets baby and poppin' trunk wit' meeee +I SAY WOO WOO, I SAY WOOO! +I ain't gonna wooorryy cuz' I'm lookin' gooooddd +Like a playa shhoouulldd gurl +I said come on come on come on come on come on baby +Let's floss through the hoooooddd +OOOOHHH! +[Chorus: Big T] +I'm ridin' candy on chrome +HHHOOOOOOOE! +Candy on chrome +You know what I'm talkin' aboooout true drop baby +HEEY HEEEEY! +And let the slabs come OUT! +If yoouuu believe in slabs let's get it ooonnn +WHOOOAA! +Ridin' on chrome baby, this man is hard yeah +I'm ridin' on candy chrome: EEEEEEEE!) +Just candy chrome, HOOW HHOOOWWW! +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +Hey, Southside G's ride nuthin' but reeeed +You can ask Bevis I get nuthin' but heeaadd +I drink so much I sleep wit' my cup in da beeedd +All I gotta do is pop trunk to turn the heeaad +I'm on 84's and I'm actin' baaadd +My paint job look like a maxi ppaaaddd +They call me Lil' Flip mayne I thought you knneeww +I'm the first one to freestyle 10 minutes on scrreewww +Me and Big T in da Escalaaddeee +Like Lil' Troy it's a better wwaaayy +I ride on chrome each and every daaayy +Every song I get I'm gettin radio plaayeedd +I'm only 18, but my candy DRIP +If you got cavaties don't like ya LIPS +And the freestyle king is my NICK NAME +I let my bumper kit HANG, while I grip GRAIN +[Verse 4: Big T] +I said come on come on come on come on come on DARLIN' +Let's floss through the hooooooodddd +OOOHH OOHHH! +[Chorus: Big T] +CANDY ON CHROME +I'm ridin' on candy to chrome baby +Yes I do baby I got to ride on chrome +CANDY ON CHROME +You don't have to worry cuz' I'm on da phooooone +CANDY ON CHHRRROOOMMMEEE +Cuz' if the 3's move ya' the phones will groove ya' +CANDY ON CHRROOMMEE +Woo and let da top on doowwnnn HO HOOOOEEE! +Get it on, on chrome baby +I said baby can you feel me +Cuz' dem choppas be lookin' like +HO HOOOEEE! +Oh baby baby can you feeeelll meee +Ohh yeah cuz dem choppas be lookin' like +HO HOOOOEEEE!" +"This Is What It Comes Too[Intro] +Get the fuck up out the spot nigga +Burn that nigga feet up man +This nigga in here man +Fuck this nigga doin' b +Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass +Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man +Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b +What the hell is goin' on man? +Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man +[Verse 1] +I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered +Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous +Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell em' roll out the plastic +I'm about to catch a body on this +No threat, khazer, I don't make those +Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya' that's a case closed +Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll +Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' em' +That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings +I'm on some old goldie shit chillin' +Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs +Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine +When the spike hit em' they flat line, period +One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious +Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants +Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit +[Hook] +This what it comes to, wild'n like a western +Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on +And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do +Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare +This what it comes to, wild'n like a western +Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on +And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do +Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare +[Verse 2] +I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze +Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please +Above the law break, beat cases, don't cop pleas +I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased +I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash +I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit +No kinda background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot? +Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps +Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan +Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny +I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy +You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me +I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep +Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions +You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages +The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment +[Hook] +This what it comes to, wild'n like a western +Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on +And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do +Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare +This what it comes to, wild'n like a western +Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on +And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do +Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare" +"Scarecrow*Lyrics from Snippet +She know that I've been playin' and gettin' guap (Guap) +The one I want, that redbone, red toe (Toe) +But I must confess it one time and go (Go) +They're all birds to me and I'm that scarecrow7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Heaven Hurts*Lyrics from Snippet +...Yeah, they tryna' say I'm evil (Yeah) +I know Heaven hurts (Yeah) +I know I'm the worst (Huh), it don't register (Aye) +I got money on me (Money), with no register (Yeah) +I bought one top (Top), cost me seven shirts (Yeah) +They tryna' say I'm evil...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Baby MommaThis one here for them baby mommas +Who make baby daddies don't even want no baby daddy +Feel this nigga. Lil Boosie. Check dis outt +[Verse] +Baby momma baby momma +I'm tired of you +I'm to the point where I wanna fire you +You play the games that a child will do +When you need to do the things that a mama do +Baby momma baby momma +You stressin me (you stressin me girl) +Cause I ain't rich you think less of me (you think less of me) +And we ain't gotta take the test to see +You need to change yo ways so you can see the best of me +Baby momma baby momma +You lied to me (you lied) +A good man I tried to be (I tried) +You do me wrong even the blind can see +That's why I got another woman on the side of me +And she gon love me better (yea) +Fuck me better warm me up up in the coldest weather +She bout whatever you heard me +Baby momma baby momma I trusted you +It was so good I left it in when I made love to you +[Hook] +I'm askin +Why you cryin girl? +Why you be lyin girl? +Why you won't shine girl? +On the stretch you know it's mine girl +Im askin +Why you have a baby? +Just to drive me crazy? +Why you be actin shady? +When you posed to be my lady +[Verse] +Baby momma baby momma +Thought you love me ho? (thought you love me ho) +But you won't put a child on child support +And you don't even want my child to know +That it ain't daddy it's his mama who wildin' tho +Baby momma baby momma +You jealous of me +You don't even want the fellas wit me (my niggas) +And you keep on telling me +To slow my role but behind you I'm catchin' felonies +Baby momma baby momma +Where the love done went? (where the luv done went) +Don't wanna leave you cuz I love ya scent (ya smell) +The names I call you ain't really meant +But I'm tired of all these fightin's and arguments +Besides we grown not no mo teenagers +So you can stop playin them games tryna check my pager +You need to get ya mind right if not I'll see you later +You posed to take my side but you listen to the hatas (damn) +[Hook] +I'm askin +Why you cryin girl? +Why you be lyin girl? +Why you won't shine girl? +On the stretch you know it's mine girl +I'm askin +Why you have a baby? +Just to drive me crazy? +Why you be actin shady? +When you posed to be my lady +[Verse] +Baby momma baby momma +You hurted me +Me and you know you deserted me (why?) +I ain't gon lie feel like you murdered me +Cause you the only girl who ever hold work for me +Baby momma baby momma +You a possum now (you sneaky) +I heard you ridin through the bottom now (for what) +You tryna get back on my team +Cause you heard I had a major plug on prementhazime bitch please +Baby momma look what I did for you (look what I did) +I took you places that you never knew (you ain't even know that) +I bought you any kind of tennis shoe +If I thought I wouldn't gon make it I'll finish you (blaw) +Baby momma you missin me (I know that) +I know you miss how you was kissin me (fa sho) +It's sad to say that you a friend of me +But just remember can't nobody lay that dick like me +[Hook] +I'm askin +Why you cryin girl? +Why you be lyin girl? +Why you won't shine girl? +On the stretch you know it's mine girl +I'm askin +Why you have a baby? +Just to drive me crazy? +Why you be actin shady? +When you posed to be my lady +I'm askin +[Lil Boosie talkin] +Yea this for them baby momma's who put a nigga on child support +But just don't know they'll get more without child support +You know what I'm sayin and that gotta stop +You know what I'm sayin +It ain't that I'mma try to make it I'mma put it on yo head +Y'all hoes wrong for that shit man let a nigga live ya heard me +You can't stop me dat's how it is now +[Hook] +Baby momma I done blew up now +Got a ho she some true love now (she grown) +And I heard you gotta new thug now +And you goin through some mo shit (mo shit) +I'm out this bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Smoke[Intro: Trey Songz & (50 Cent)] +Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl +You know its Dr. Dre, girl (Dre, girl) +(Its 50) And Trigga, yeah +[Break: Trey Songz] +Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from? +'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke +All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke +All they smell is smoke +The way your body roll, I'ma lose control +'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke +All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke +All they smell is smoke +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Come on +Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba +Blue sapphires on days when she feelin' Hoover +She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood +Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it +I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample +That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb +She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin', we smokin' +My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing +She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around +In the small of my back in case some shit go down +Right under my Hermes, I'm hearin' the word is +Me, I'm a P.I.M.P +I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some +Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done +Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout +Police comin', you like, put this shit out +[Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent] +You like smoke and you got me high +You make a nigga want to get down +High +High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud +Girl, what the fuck you done to me? +You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me +You're like smoke and you got me high +So high make your love come down +High +One time, have that ass turnt out +Girl, what the fuck you done to me? +You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me +You're like smoke +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now +100 degrees, that's with or without the top down +But when she get to workin' her hips, you know the temperature rise +Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs +She like the stones in my cross, she flawless +I'm thinkin' damn, why would God give one woman all this? +You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me +It's complicated, my occupation, pimpin' ain't easy +Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks +Back when I was pumpin' crack, now my cards are black +Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs +If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs +Luther said it: a house is not a home without her +I had 'em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder +But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits +Her wantin' is temporary 'cause for sure she gon' get it, wassup +[Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent] +You like smoke and you got me high +You make a nigga want to get down +High +High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud +Girl, what the fuck you done to me? +You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me +You're like smoke and you got me high +So high make your love come down +High +One time, have that ass turnt out +Girl, what the fuck you done to me? +You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me +You're like smoke +[Verse 3: Trey Songz] +Everybody showin' the love when she at the door +Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole +I'm tryina get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that +Got me addicted, I'm trippin', where the stash at? +Baby, baby, don't you know? +Faded, baby, just like smoke +[Hook: Trey Songz & 50 Cent] +And you got me high +So high +Girl, what the fuck you done to me? +You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me +You're like smoke and you got me high +Ring the alarm it's on +High +Girl, what the fuck you done to me? +Ring the alarm it's on +You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me +You're like smoke +[Outro: 50 Cent & Trey Songz] +Ring the alarm it's on +Smoke, you're like smoke +Yeah my nigga, wassup? +Girl, you're like smoke, smoke +Fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"I’m the Best Rapper Alive[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Now see, the first time I realized I was the best rapper alive, you know what I mean? Now, before I go into any further in this conversation, let me let y'all know what I mean about this ""best rapper alive"" shit. I don't think I'm better than anybody personally. I don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually. Knah'mean? I don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form or fashion. But as far as this rap thing, I think I am better than everybody. I'm a competitor. I hope everybody else feel the same way about their craft, you know what I mean? If you do, it makes it better for the people. It makes it better for the listeners, dog. And that's how I feel about mine, so, if you're listening and you wanna hear somebody that's dedicated to what they do, I'm so dedicated that I feel I'm the best. And that's that! +[""Dedication 2"" false start] +[Intro: DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, & Nancy Sinatra sample] +Bang bang, I shot you down +See, I can understand that +Bang bang, you hit the ground +Niggas be saying ""Dram', why you talk so much shit on your mixtapes?"" +Bang bang, that awful sound +When you're grinding like I'm grinding to get where I'm at +Bang bang +You'll understand +I used to shoot you down +Believe that! +Hahaha! Dedication 2! That's right +And I won't be saying that I'm the best +You already— +But I run this!~ +[Verse: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Wake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem +Hats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' +Shiny black coupe, at night, look like a goblin +AK on the backseat, baby, it's so— (Gangsta! Hold up!) +[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +Right now, we're gonna hold the fuck up man. See, y'all niggas ain't playing close attention right now. +Hahaha! +Ayy, Drama, this is what I want you to do, man. This is what I really need you to do right now. My nigga, Drama—plus, he be hitting y'all in the head with that gangsta shit. But listen, my nigga, Drama, man, here's what I need you to do: I need you to give me something else for you now, just to warm 'em up, and then, later on, we gon' hit 'em with that [?]. So I hope these motherfuckers ready to get high. So get your pipes! And get your gangsta grills!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +StellaAEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy +"Hit ‘Em Wit’ Da Hee[Intro: Lil Kim] +Missy, ha ha +Yeah, I like that +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely +And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top +Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (Ha) +Think not, excuse me, but uh, I like to flow +'Cause this joint knocks harder then Indica +And I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins +Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans +Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Finnegan +Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again +Lay up in my crib of wit', get up in my linens and +While Misdemeanor hit notes like Sarafina, I subpeona you +To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! +She hit ya with the hee +[Verse 2: Missy Elliot] +It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (You) +'Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes, yeah (Tunes) +I drive through your hood +And I hit 'em with... +[Chorus: Missy Elliot] +I hit 'em with the hee +I hit 'em with the +I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) +Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me +Meet me at the bar, hee haaa hee haaa +[Verse 3: Missy Elliot] +It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (Sprung out, sprung out, sprung out) +'Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount +Aye hey hey +I drive through your hood +[Chorus: Missy Elliot] +I hit 'em with the hee +I hit 'em with the +I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) +Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me +Meet me at the bar (You can meet me at the bar) +[Verse 4: Missy Elliot] +Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar +What's up star? We know who you are +Shit, no shit, I thought you hadn't noticed +The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch +Niggas love my style too much (Ha ha) +Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr! +Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks +Like a one billion bitch march +[Chorus: Missy Elliot] +I hit em with the hee +I hit em with the haaaa +I hit em with the hee +I hit em with the haa +I stop em with the haaa (Hee hee ha) +I hit em with the hee +I hit em with the haaaa +I hit em with the hee +I hit em with the haa +Meet me at the bar (Meet me at the bar) +[Outro: Mocha & (Missy Elliot)] +Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot +(You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) +Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot +(for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me) +Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot +(Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us) +Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot +(Yeah, we out nigga)" +"That’s What’s Up[Hook] +Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up +All these hoes going, nigga that's what's up +I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up +Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up +All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up +Don't fuck with fuck niggas, nigga that's what's up +I'm a real nigga, that's what's up +Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up. +[Verse] +Ain't fucking with no squares nigga and that's what's up +The police at the nose, say put your hands up +Me know I'm me, I'm dirty as fuck so I hit the cut +Ain't try to see the county or that other stuff +Free my niggas in the county for that other stuff +Me I know me, I try to make the money jump +He playing games, we fuck around, put him in the trunk +We got F and N's, we got mac 10s, how you want it boy +Only fucking with the gang nigga, that's what's up +We ain't fucking with no lames nigga and that's what's up +On the block everyday nigga, that's what's up +Your foreign car ride pass it get fed up +[Hook] +Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up +All these hoes going, that's what's up +I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up +Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up +All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up +I'm a real nigga, that's what's up +Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Josephine[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +God's woman... what's going on? +I know things seem messed up sometime +You stressed out and you can't handle the situation +Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance +And you don't know what to do... but stay strong +And keep in mind that he always loves you... +It's what it is... that's right sugar love +Come on... +[Hook: Willie Cottrell] +Josephine, the times are getting tough +Seems to me... you just won't get enough +The rain, won't wash away, your sins... +You'll be here, to do them all over again... +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox +And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks +She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco +She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go +Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe +Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right +Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers +Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers +Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein +Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain +The monkey on her back is now a gorilla +Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her +The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman +Destroying her pretty image and her health +Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? +I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching +[Hook] +[Trife Da God] +She wakes up, with an urge to get high +Everyday, the same routine, needing a morning fix to get by +So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle +Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel +Having flashbacks, screwing some dude up in his hatchback +The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack +A regular John, she met him through Tom +She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm +Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her damn mind +From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind +Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS +Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days +Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around +With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases +Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus +But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners +[Hook] +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Josephine, what's wrong, baby? +Come on... +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? +Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world +Try'nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash +Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast +Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto +For those getting high, using drugs on every level +Living your life, day and night, getting stoned +You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? +[Willie Cottrell] +Up all night, under the party lights +Same old popping and party hopping +All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road +Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact +It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya +I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down +I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later)" +"The Saga Continues (Outro)[Intro] +One more, one more +One more for you, hold on +Yo, yeah, uh +One more 'fore he hit the door +We got one more 'fore he hit the door +Check it, yo +[Verse: RZA] +Southern baptist, southern baptist +I used to be a southern baptist +I used to be a southern baptist +Evangelist appear with seven candlesticks +Now the Qur'an is on my mantle +I meditate before I channel this +Energy from the North +I can put Loki on a cross +I snatch the hammer from Thor +Then knock Odin off his horse +I choke Hercules out with his own chains +My strong game in front of Clark Kent +I finger-fuck Lois Lane +At the same time I pick-pocket Bruce Wayne +I got his credit card, his ID, assets to his caveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Jam It Up Some[Cordell Francis] +Listen, Its Been A Game (That You Play) +I Don't Care What U Say Or Think U Know +Cause U Know We Just Don't (Hear The Sounds) +C'mon Boys +[Jay-z] +Check It Out (Yo Jay-z Uh Huh) +You're Too Close From A Destiny +Listen Yo I've Been Thinking How Is This Happening +Hmmm Well I Know Yo (Its Too Much Here) Thats Why Its A Party +[Lil Kim] +Calling Like it IS (What What?) +Now We Jamming Some Goodies Here (Ya Huh) +It's Fareaway Like Opening a cAR (Which Color It Looks Like) +Red, G, R A, It Means Honda Or BMW (Wow How Much) +It Gives me Tax Fun to Think (Hmmm...Why Its So Hard to Imagine) +Sing It Brandy (Alright now) (ok lets do this) Check It Out (Hun) +[Brandy] +Statments Are Really Easy To Think About (Only If U Wisely) +A Man Suddenly (Back Off Me) See What Was Doing (Ya Thats Right) +He Saids (He's Just 18 Years Old) With A Bigger Love And Body (Looks Cute Huh) +Hell Yeah! He Had Two Months To (Think) About Giving Out (How) I Feel Like He's Nice +Well Bring It On (Uh Huh Yeah Hahahaha Lil Kim) Lets Bring It! (Ok Now Yo) Check This Out! +(Hook) +[Chrous] +Alright Lets Jam It Up Some Tonight +I Want The Party To Go On +I Don't Mind Waiting (Yo Peeps) +If You Give A Try" +"Kanye Krazy[Intro] +Tahj Money +Ayy, pull up, Lam +[Verse 1] +I fucked up so many times, would you bless me again? +You went through what I went through, you would feel desperate to win +You got statements on your dog, you a threat with the pen +Couple nights, I wrote strike 'cause they was changing the VIN +And I drink a ginger ale, that’s what I take with my ten +I say this one last time then I'll take it again +Is you with me or you not but ain't gon’ say it again +Get a second chance with promises, don't break it again, oh +[Chorus] +I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy +I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy +I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanyе crazy +Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin’ Kanye crazy +[Verse 2] +You ain’t got thе answers, Sway +I be claimin' I’m the realest like any other day +The feds got him wearing a camera inside his Cartier +Tryna not to bring up shit you did, you gotta concentrate +They don't be thinkin' bout handcuffs no more, they tryna kill me +I won't put my trust in you no more, you gotta feel me +Bringin’ all my K's, I had to seal it +Kanye crazy but this the real me +[Chorus] +I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy +I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy +I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy +Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin' Kanye crazy7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Heads Up[Intro: Scotty Wotty] +Yeah, we on a high stake game right now my G +No foots allowed, you understand? +[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] +I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas +Tripled off a nickel, down in Talladega +Tipped the oath, blood, money and smoke +And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote +Here on now's about, stuffing the couch +Making sure that shit is slammed right in your mouth +I'm laying on cellophane bags stuffed in vials +Palms got itchy cause my girl blew trial +Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill +Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills +Open like a market of fleas and from +11-7, son if you copping for trees +And I'm only fucking with 20s and Z's +If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D's +Cause the bank won't stop and the bank won't freeze +A double dose of process and 4 g's +[Verse 2: U-God] +I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right +Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight +Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I'm a journal +I keep the burner tucked, deep inside the thermal +And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant +My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant +Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants +And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence +So I can mix it in the pot and watch the rocks just melt +Or put holes on the block it's just a notch on my belt +Or invest in new bubbles watch it rock it and sell +When the pockets start to swell, I'm taking that lane +Hit the button doors open like butterfly wings +And the sound system jumping on the summertime thing +And we always up to something when the temperature's hot +At the Maldives island watch the landing gear drop +[Verse 3: GZA] +Lyrical battles I identify with +I load up and exploit this fly gift +The clip is filled with 16 bars +Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred +The mic booth is bulletproof +Anger and frustration, auto fire from hooded youths +In the darkest area assassin down to bury ya +Decode a message from the fastest carrier +This craft of trade with a sharp blade +A double-edged sword give life in dark fades +Turn murderous rap only means I killed it +Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it +Mic masters Hip Hop's hallmark +The Big Bang of rap and the center was all dark +Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme +And shine light on the world in the form of artEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Bang Bang[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Bitch! +The Aphilliates, nigga, holla at your boy +Uh-huh +DJ Drama! +My lip all fucked up +You probably could hear it, like, on my P's and my B's, but it's cool, fuck it +Gangsta! +Get 'em! +[False Start: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Shooting 'til my motherfucking hand fall off +You're track stars; the gunshot ran y'all off (Gangsta!) +I pop like a soda, watch the can fall off +I can kill y'all and y'all boss (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! Oh!) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Shooting 'til my motherfucking hand fall off +You're track stars; the gunshot ran y'all off +I pop like a soda, watch the can fall off +I can kill y'all and y'all boss (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Shotguns, handguns, louder than a band drum +You fucking with the drum major, let me play you the anthem (Oh!) +Bang-bang-bang-bang, call it heavy metal +I say, ""Bang bang,"" bitch, I make you feel every letter +B-A-N-G, B-A-N-G +G-A-N-G, we spray then leave +We play when we—no, we play N-E- +V-E-R; C-P-R +Doctor Carter, are you the disease, boy? +Young Money, motherfucker, *these* these boys +Bitch is you crazy? We's retards +Watch Nina, Mac, and Tommy have a brief ménage +Like: (Gangsta!) (*bang-bang*, *bang-bang*) +Hehe! Like: (*bang-bang*, *bang-bang*) (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Hehe, yeah! Soulja Boy on the beat +But you can call me Chef Boyardee +'Cause I'ma heat this shit, and I'ma eat this shit +Planet Earth is my toilet, you're beneath this shit +Then I flush and wipe my ass; gunslinger like a pass +I cock back and throw a bomb—now, Hail Mary +You tale-fairy, fairytale, very frail +And yeah, we got them hammers, tryna hit every nail +Let them sail up the river with that ho shit +Or leave them face-down in the fucking ocean, yeah +I ain't on no other shit, bitch, I'm on some more shit +That, ""Hello, how you doing? I am at your front door"" shit +That, ""Aww, naww, he got a gun! Oh shit!"" ... shit +Shit +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +Okay, it's Young Money, what you know 'bout it? +The semi-auto'll rip open your body and tear the soul out it +And all that fronting shit, nigga, I don't know about it +Call me Master Jae, bitch, I'm so 'bout it +Even my ho 'bout it, and don't doubt it +'Cause we both a-be Angelina-and-Brad'-ing +Spazzing and blasting, blasting and ratatat-ing +And nah, I don't cook, but like potatoes, I a-mash 'em +I don't give a fuck about your money or your fashion +Shots through the window of your brand-new Aston +You get out, try to run, now your chest where them bullets crashing +Pine box niggas, no crutches, no casts, and +No wheelchair, just the two-door, long, black wagon +Flowers on the side, and four wheels to steer +I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care +So fuck what they doing over there, I'm doing it here +You're nothing like me, fuckboy, don't be outlandish +We gorillas in the mist, y'all just some ""Kung Fu Pandas"" +Sweet like Fantas, ha +My blood is the same as Bruce Banner's, hit record on the cameras +Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics +They saying, ""He ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne"" +That's a disadvantage +Being broke is a foreign language for me, like Spanish +Musically, I direct thrillers, call me John Landis +[Break: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Hahaha +Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! +Fuck that nigga in the red jacket, nigga +Gangsta! +Gangsta Gri-Zillz! +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +It's the 5-0-4 slaughterhouse bloodbath +Lil' nigga stand tall like a gi-raffe +One-man gang, animal, cannibal +Eat rappers for dinner, my nickname ""Hannibal"" +Guns for days, I show you what this cannon do +Hit you and split your motherfucking man in two +I grab the chopper southpaw, that’s how I hold the toy +I aim and crank that bitch like Soulja Boy +I’m in the streets one-deep, I can hold my own +And shit, it’s only one seat, and I control the throne +Look, bitch, I’m on my crazy-ass shit +You see the gun poking out like Sheneneh lips, yeah +Watch your lips when talking +'Cause I be on your grave, nigga, leaking in your coffin— +Rest in piss! When I die, let me rest with clips +Rambo, I’ma go on my Sylvester shit, bang!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Sure Thing[Intro] +Ugh! +Twist made me do this +Paw-Paw in here with me, T in here with me +Ugh +[Verse] +Kush in the Swisher, money over bitches +Never kill a woman, unless she a witness +All about my business, survival of the fittest +She let me hide my weed in her titties +Bitch, I got the cash, in a rubberband +I got the Glock, already cocked, boom! +Fucking with a nigga, meet my motherfucking goons +Sorry 4 the Wait, Carter IV coming soon +Light it up, cause I’ma smoker +She tried to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her +It’s Young Money, motherfucker, game over +Shots leave your body, looking like you doing yoga +And Lord knows I'm a sinner, pain pills for dinner +Bitch, I'm getting money like I got a money printer +Got a chopper and a trimmer, shooting like Jimmer +You coming in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer +I ain't worrying bout y’all, sitting on my Hog +While Miss Anita Baker sing ""You Bringing Me Joy"" +I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys +And we all yelled, “Fuck you, bitch!” and kept going +I'm on, and that’s right, baby +I ain't going out this bitch without a fight, baby +One request: please don’t bite, baby +I got some bomb-ass pussy from a white lady +I ain't lying, I’ma shine like a nickel or a diamond +I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind +Girl, stop talking that shit +Go'n suck a nigga dick for a new outfit, hahaha +And even if the sky come falling +Bitch, I’ma still be high +I got faith in my weed man +My lil niggas got yay' by the bean bag +Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass +And that red bandana is the team flag +Yeah, all up in your fucking face +Tez pushed the album back; sorry for the wait +[Outro] +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah +Uh-huh19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Eat Or Starve[Intro] +Cook that shit up Quay +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I come from the 'partments it was bad +Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had +It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve +Either you gon' hustle or you rob +Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball +Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich +Never thought it'd be like this +But now I got the money, so every day we lit +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +By the time I turned 10 I was running wild +Listening to Juvenile +Staying at my grandma house +My mama got put out +I've been through some shit that you would never know +But I keep a smile, I can't let it show +I was 15 Jock and Dee, caught a murder case +Runnin' with the robbers, man I know we upped the murder rates +I was sittin' in jail when Lil' Man got shot in his face +Damn that shit bad, they say that's my neice dad +Brian got killed +That shit crazy +You can't listen once you here +They tried to say we made the hit, but lookahere +I love that nigga like my brother, that's for real +That's for real +[Chorus] +I come from the 'partments it was bad +Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had +It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve +Either you gon' hustle or you rob +Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball +Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich +Never thought it'd be like this +But now I got the money, so every day we lit +[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez] +25 cent froze cups in the hood +Me and Tyrone playing nick-a-knock in the bricks up no good +Had a walkie talkie watching for the 12 tryna make a sale +Lil' Joe ain't even kill nobody, but he got life in jail +Perkys get you by +Them youngins knock 'em down +Look into my phone when you got back in town +They see me on the stage now, though I ain't get a cap and gown +Want me to hit it raw dawg +200 for that pussy, gee baby don't you play hard ball +Lil' Pooh them bring them rods out +Ice on me, can't thaw it out +Fuck this drink might pour it out +Chain look like I'm showing out +Xans, but I ain't goin' out +Sales coming in and out +We just tryna sew the block +Grandma found my stash spot and she tried to throw me out +[Chorus] +I come from the 'partments it was bad +Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had +It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve +Either you gon' hustle or you rob +Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball +Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich +Never thought it'd be like this +But now I got the money, so every day we litEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Until The Day[Verse 1] +Been a long journey, they always told me ''don't worry'' +Been through so much the ways of the world don't concern me +I rise above it, can't front, sometimes I love it +Then I realized so many lives died for nothing +Picture me tricking, this is blood money, brothers was slain +Cause of the game mothers suffered the pain +Even though there was nothing to gain +We got our life on the line, everybody wants something to claim +Life struggle, all we search for is the right hustle +Fight the bubble and flex if tight muscle +And all you ask for is the one you'd like to love you +And if you say you ride, just know that I can trust you +Whole hearted cause it's so cold hearted +They are zombies, all of their souls have departed +Through the good, bad, the ugly I'm Eastwood +Trying to eat good so I can sleep good +[Hook] +When my seeds grow old and I'm weak and gray +That's a job well done so in peace I lay +Until that day comes I'mma lead the way +Won't be a stray until I see the day +When I leave the streets and earn a decent pay +When I'm feeling that peace I put the piece away +Until that day comes I'mma lead the way +Won't be a stray until I see the day +[Verse 2] +My travels acquiring knowledge, grab a handful +Shaking the dice, living life on the gamble +I won't slow up on the daily getting dough up +I probably won't live to see my reward, fuck it, so what? +I can't complain, well can he stand the rain? +Yeah, I'm sure the storm surely get a man to change +There's a lesson in everything, the best go through it +If you ready for anything let's go do it +I wanna see my niggas free out the cage +Or get blazed off of diesel and haze +They'll be amazed on how things changed +Should the youth take the blame? Time marches on +Still nothing stays the same, I'm so focused +Grabbing hold to every moment +Getting my stance, this is the chance, don't blow it +Fake none, this is what you waited for from day one +Make no mistake, son, I pray when the day come +[Hook]" +"I’m Good (IANAHB2)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm so fucking awesome - my marbles, I lost 'em +I'm taking everything - everything but precaution +Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin +Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous +I've been on my feet since the day I started walking +Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin +Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction +Bullets got a nigga running fast enough to race horses +Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em +Kill your ass and leave you behind like an orphan +I swear it happens all the time, very often +Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin +Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving +I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine +I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered +Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good +[Verse 2: Meek Mill] +I say I go into my beastmode - rapping niggas, I eat those +I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend them knees like a freethrow +I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes +In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose +Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet +Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit +Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind +I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine +Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dime +I ain't swimming in no ho, you know I'm probably on that grind +All these niggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time +Cause I be in the back, nigga, and I ain't talking about swine +I'm talking 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh +You a rat, your homie singing y'all should do a duet +Shawty told me she loving my swag, I make that pussy too wet +You niggas banned, and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? Go +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters +They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense +Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing +Bitch, deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson +I'll olly over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove til I'm fucking dead +I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me I'll treat you like butterbread +But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars +Leave a nigga dead in the gutter +I'll just beat him with a bloody ass bowlingball +I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it +Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes +Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it +Stop acting like a little bitch nigga, most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas +I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My money longer, my weed stronger +I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee +I pull that freedom of my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Super Saiyan 2*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +Monsta's gon' tear it up +Have you? +Have you? +[Chorus] +Have you ever made ten million dollars with your talent? (Have you?) +Have you ever told a bitch you loved her, then you vanished? (Ayy, have you?) +Have you ever got so high you thought you wasn't landin'? (Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah) +Stuff the money in my pockets 'til my pockets standin' (Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah) +Don't try me, yeah, clips still limousine, yeah +Fucked her team, yeah, said my dick game mean, yeah +What you mean? Yeah, pulled up in a dream, yeah +Bitch, I'm the shit, let's just face it (Ayy) +Niggas they mad 'cause I made it (Ayy) (Yeah) +[Verse] +I go Super Saiyan Two (Two, ayy) +Fuck on your bitch, she ain't new (New, ayy) +Fucked on your bitch before you (You, ayy) +Fuck on your bitch in the stu' (Stu', ayy) +Fuck on your bitch in the coupe (Coupe, ayy) +No, that bitch, she not my boo (Boo, ayy) +I am a winner, can't lose (Can't lose, ayy) +Gave that bitch right back to you (You, ayy) +I told this bitch that we through (Ayy) +Why your bitch keep sending nudes? (Ayy) +No, I do not need a shooter (Ayy) +I got a beam on the Ruger (Ayy, yeah) +I got a bitch in Kahlua (Ayy) +But I'm not, um, scared to lose her (Ayy) +I got the ice like Akuma (Ayy) +Got more jewelry than your jewler (Ayy) +My TEC, it came with the cooler (Ayy, yeah) +My 'Rarri red, Ferris Bueller (Ayy, yeah) +Suck it so good, I might sue ya (Ayy, yeah) +Bitch, he a rat out the sewer (Ayy) +My bitch, she blessed, hallelujah (Ayy) +Pussy nigga, see right through ya (Ayy) +I hit my muhfuckin' finisher, ayy +I made that bitch say Hadouken (Ayy) +Bring your boxes in my crib (Ayy)...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Team Rocket[Intro] +Yeah (Ayy) +[Chorus] +Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way +Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face +Like, uh, girl, you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No) +Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah +Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah) +Money in the way, yeah +Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy) +[Verse 1] +Getting these hundreds, I count it (I count it) +What you want? Watch me just count it (Yeah) +All of my diamonds outstanding +Don't want to sit on the dick, then just stand bitch (Stand) +Nowadays I'm getting money +Paid a hundred fifty just for a sandwich (What?) +Walk around with the big guns, so lil' nigga, know you cannot jump me +Like, oh no, ho, you can't have my cake (No) +Stepping in Margiela, you can't walk my way +Like, get out my face (Bye) +Diamonds on my teeth, don't talk my way +What do you want with me? (What?) +What do you want with me? (Tell me, tell me) +Kicking her out, see you later (Bye) +Cancel her like Ricki Lake (Cancel) +I was just playing 2K (Damn) +Losing my money, 2K (Damn) +But I got all of this cake (Yeah) +It do not matter to me (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way (Yeah) +Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face (What?) +Like, uh, girl you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No) +Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah +Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Money in the way, yeah +Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy) +[Verse 2] +Uh, what is that all on your waist? (What?) +Goyard that's all on my waist (All on my) +Cartier all on my face (Yeah) +I got the dreads with the fade (I got the dreads with the) +Talking that shit catch a fade (Ayy) +Walking around with the bank (Yeah) +Walking around with the bank, yeah +Walking around with the bank (Bank) +Yeah, I'm alright (Yeah) +Nowadays I feel like I'm alive (Oh) +Yeah, I could've died (I could've, ayy) +I'm the shit, nigga, I got ten wives (Ahahaha) +Yeah, I'm just playing, I got one +What you want? (Like what you want?) +Walk around in Prada jeans with like twenty something (Like twenty something) +I brought two pair of Balmain jeans that's twenty hundreds (Twenty hundreds), yeah (Ayy), yeah +[Chorus] +Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way (Yeah) +Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face (What?) +Like, uh, girl you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No) +Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah +Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Money in the way, yeah +Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy) +[Outro] +Money any way, yeah36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Get Crunk (Remix)(*talking*) +Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh +We bump that Screw down here, we back +It's part 2, Lil' Flip and David Banner, you know +This time around, you gotta feel us (got to feel us) +The album went platinum, fa sheezy nigga +Yeah yeah, uh-oh so just smoke something +Look, look +[Lil' Flip] +I still like to bang my Screw nigga, I keep it true nigga +You transparent, I can see through you +You a fake ass nigga, wanna hate on the South +Bitch nigga, get my nuts out your mizzouth +The Sizzouth, is where the niggas bizzall +Twenty inch Lorenzos, that's how we crizzawl +Go to the mizzall, and buy us some clizzothes +Go to the club, and try to fuck us some hizzoes +You know how it gizzo, I gotta keep it rizzeal +Platinum is my record sales, platinum in my grizzill +Bling bling bling, that's what a nigga like to do +But everywhere I go, I gotta represent for Screw +What about you, do you keep it real-a +Do you go half, with your nigga on some killa +Do you bang Screw, Fat Pat, Mike D +You know how we do it, we the S.U.C +Screwed Up Soldiers, I represent the Clover +Last year I dropped my first album, in October +This year I dropped on, August 27 +Nigga I smoke weed, like Snoop and Devin +[Hook - 2x] +What y'all wanna do, what y'all gotta say +You bump that Screw down here, okay +How you niggas acting, how you niggas roll +My album went platinum, my shit ain't gold +Ha-ha..." +"Niagara Falls[Chorus: Kanye West] +What you you got +What you got is so niagara +Make a young nigga +Straight need viagra +Make a old nigga give keys to jaguar +Just to keep from all the cheese and laughter +What you you got +What you got is so niagara +Make a young nigga +Straight need viagra +Make a old nigga give keys to jaguar +Just to keep from all the cheese and laughter +What you you got +What you got is so niagara +Make a young nigga +Straight need viagra +Make a old nigga give keys to jaguar +Just to keep from all the cheese and laughter +[Verse: Kanye West] +Tellin the homegirls that he couldn't stay up +In a restaurant with her voice way up +Please keep it discreet +Keep the business outta the street +She said i wouldn't have +If you didn't handle biz +Up in the sheets +You pop up like you dang dang +You keep keep +And everytime she bang bang +You skeet skeet +And you show full head +And try to 3-peat +Try imaginin +Something passionate +Between you cassie and +Kim kardasian +Maybe thatll work when +You get to hit that ass again +Or you could grab a red bull +And sip that twice +Now yall could have sexy time +Its nice" +"The Prequel(Method Man) +I'm out... +Once again, it's the super, pied piper +Light your lighters for the future +And I ain't talking about Mekhi Phifer +Roll it if you got it people +At last the Prequel +And the eye ball +Floral is back +You'll find no equals +Bang it in your loudest system +Now who gunna diss him +Usually it be the brokest niggas +But this gunna fix em +Let me get my tool belt +For rappers that can use help +Now that Meth is back, you can tell me how my shoes felt +Just like Shaq in them size 22's +Except my games not a game +And I don't play by any rules man +Its time to build without a hardhat and goggles +Even with a map I'm still a hard act to follow +I thought you knew we do this everyday ok and I +Think marijuana is just nature's way of saying ""hi"" +Only hydro buds, I get it crunk +It's alright, if that bitch don't smoke then get her drunk +Now I pop a lot of shit, cause I can back it up (what) +I got that fire, bitch, its hard to pass it up (what) +While you'll was partying I been in the lab +You want that dope, give me an hour +Plus a pen and a pad +(Streetlife) +Aiiyo Meth what they look like (look like) +3rd LP nigga better be tight (be tight) +Don't forget where you come from, the hood life (hood life) +Let them know from the door we ain't the shook type (shook type) +(Method Man) +I got that shit that keep your head bobbin +Cause your neck know +Meth yo, I'm trying to get that more dollars then crep flow for certain +Before I put the pain, I put the work in +And each person I catch slipping gunna need nursing +Got these wanna-be gangstas, sleeping with they lights on +Shook up by the python, everybody got they eyes on +Not only is the streets watching, the streets is talking +And word has it that these rappers don't come around that often +Take it from the most slept on, you're wearing open-toe sandals +And I'm looking for some new toes to step on +And one to build a rep on, you all got me fucked up +My crew stick bitches like you, for acting stuck up +Methods like that yall, when I return you know the good herb is back y'all +Ladies and germs +Without further adieu +Let's keep it wu, and fuck keeping it real y'all +Just keep it juiced" +"American Way{'Political'} +Newscaster: ""Recently there has been an emergence of socially +Conscious and political rappers. It seems to be +A new trend in the Hip-Hop world."" +*DJ scratches sample* {'Nas is a rebel to America!'}3X* +(Yeah, check it, uh) +[Vers 1: Nas] +Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa +Beard little longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya +Drill sergeant, still thorough wheelbarrows of distilled vodka +Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer +Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars +Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue? +I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew +What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to? +You ain't got the ghetto with you +Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse +Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about +The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect +Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh +We ain't got no choices who to choose +Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices +And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites +Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick +Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools +About poor children, then she gotta prove that she +Ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool +Like these MCs, gotta give 'em the rules +Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused +Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose +Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry +On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey +You MCs on that old slavery path +The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh +See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves +Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells +It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win +Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh +[Hook: Kelis] +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +[Verse 2: Nas] +Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin +Israeli men conversatin' on ends +Probably businessmen, I sense good taste +And they watch us, the spots an expensive place +Manhattan New York, I'm tryna keep steamin' +It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening +This man leans in, his boys laughing +Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens +Since all Black women care about is who got dough +And all we do is call them either bitch or a black ho +I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold +Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go +The biggest example in scandal of history +Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree +Most women who love Givenchy or Gucci +Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies +But who are we to blame, not the dames +It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same +Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth +So they deserve the Hermes purse +Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime +Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh +[Hook: Kelis] +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +Yeah I think about this every day, that's the American Way, shit +[Verse 3: Kelis] +I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay +I don't care about dying of AIDS, but I care if I got paid +Who even cares about the president? +I think we're making a mistake +I don't care about the hurricane as long as my family's safe +I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country to bits +Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh) +[Kelis] +Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight +Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh) +Can we make a change +You know it's not overnight +Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) +Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way +{'Nas is a rebel to America!'}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix)[Intro: Shirley Bassey] +Diamonds are forever +They are all I need to please me +They can stimulate and tease me +They won't leave in the night +I've no fear that they might desert me +[Chorus: Kanye West & Shirley Bassey] +Diamonds are forever +Forever, forever (Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe) +Diamonds are forever +Forever, forever (The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme) +(Forever) Forever ever? Forever ever? +Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +(And ever) Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam, still +People lose hands, legs, arms, for real +Little was known of Sierra Leone +And how it connect to the diamonds we own +When I speak of diamonds in this song +I ain't talkin' about the ones that be glowin', I'm talkin' about Roc-a-Fella, my home +My chain, these ain't conflict diamonds +Is they, Jacob? Don't lie to me, mane +See, a part of me sayin' keep shinin' +How when I know what a blood diamond is? +Though it's thousands of miles away +Sierra Leone connect to what we go through today +Over here it's a drug trade, we die from drugs +Over there they die from what we buy from drugs +The diamonds, the chains, the bracelets, the charmses +I thought my Jesus piece was so harmless +'Til I seen a picture of a shorty armless +And here's the conflict +It's in a black person soul to rock that gold +Spend your whole life tryna get that ice +On a Polo rugby, it look so nice +How can somethin' so wrong make me feel so right? +Right? 'Fore I beat myself up like Ike +You can still throw your Roc-a-Fella diamond tonight, because +[Chorus: Kanye West & Shirley Bassey] +Diamonds are forever +Forever, forever (Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe) +Diamonds are forever +Forever, forever (The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme) +(Forever) Forever ever? Forever ever? +Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +(And ever) Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +[Verse 2: Kanye West & JAY-Z] +Uh +People askin' me is I'm gon' give my chain back (Uh) +That'll be the same day I give the game back (Uh) +You know the next question, dawg, ""Yo, where Dame at?"" (Uh) +This track the Indian dance that bring our rain back (Woo) +""What's up with you and Jay, man? Are y'all okay, man?"" +[Verse 3: JAY-Z] +Yup +I got it from here, 'Ye, damn +The chain remains, the gang is intact (Uh-huh) +The name is mine, I'll take blame for that +The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? +Haha, pardon me, I had to laugh at that +How could you falter when you're the Rock of Gibraltar? +I had to get off the boat so I could walk on water +This ain't no tall order, this is nothin' to me +Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week +I do this in my sleep, I sold kilos of coke (So?) +I'm guessin' I can sell CDs +I'm not a businessman; I'm a business, man! +Let me handle my business, damn +Kanyeez you got me, Freeway then Foxy +YG's, Teairra Mari, Peedi watch me +Bleek could be one hit away his whole career +As long as I'm alive he's a millionaire +And even if I die he's in my will somewhere +So he could just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah +He don't even have to write rhymes +The Dynasty like my money: last three lifetimes +Shirley Bassey's in the rear, sayin' exactly +What I been sayin' practically my whole career +The diamond is forever, I've been minin' this forever +Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better +People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin' +Instead we rose up from the ash like a phoenix +If you're waitin' for the end of the Dynasty sign +It would seem like forever is a mighty long time (Ha) +I'm Young, bitches! +Hahahahaha +Good night! +[Produced by Kanye West, Devo Springsteen and Jon Brion]" +"The New Workout Plan (Lil Jon Remix)[Kanye West] +You just popped in the Lil Jon remix of ""The Workout Plan"", and +And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 +And here come the 5 to the 7 and 6 +I dropped out of college, I can't count worth shit +When the album dropped I was dissing this +Now everybody know this the shit +Part 2, this the update +First rule: stay away from the cupcakes +The second rule is so underrated +They claim the song was so degradin' +""But shit it's still my favorite +And he ain't talkin' 'bout me though"" +Hello, then who I'm talking about, people? +OK, whatever you want to believe though +And I even took my own advice +This gut ain't nothing these hoes’ll like +I said, I look like LL +Took my shirt off, she claimed ""I can't tell"" +But never say I can't sell +Pat, where we at right now, 3 mil? +Who the best? Who the best now? +OK leave me out of it +Tell me who the rest now? +[Hook] +It's been a week without me +And she feel weak without me +She wanna talk it out but +Ain't nothin' to talk about +‘Lest, she talkin' about freakin' out +Then maybe we can work it out +Work it out +Work it out +Work it out +Work it out now +Maybe we can work it out +[Verse 2: Kanye] +Oh girl your silhouette make me wanna light a cigarette +My name Kanye from the Jigga set Twista said... said... said... +[Verse 2: Twista] +What ‘Sup Lil mama, I'mma be fillin' in for the instructor +They call me the twista, now work that Motha'Fucka +But not to hard, baby you can do what you do +Cause i like a fat ass, but [1?] +So, if you could drop it to the floor go and [?] +So, its crush time, Shawty show me you can do so +Gon’ Work it, put down the philly steaks +[?] +I know you love how my lexus ride +But get them with them legs, don’t flex them thighs +You know want it, don’t testify +Try my New Workout Plan called Sex-ercise +That’s real +[Singing] +You don’t wanna go a day without me +She don’t really wanna lay without me +I know you love when i’m workin' it in now, baby we can work it out +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Farnsworth Bentley] +B-E-N-T-L-E-Y +Yee ain't know, you betta ask somebody +What we gonna do is twirk that body +All day at they fitness party +Lock them doors, don't tell nobody +Gentlemens in the Gentlemen's Club +And hitting them with an interesting dub +It's upside down that for the A-Town +What...y'all...sayin? +F.J. Bentley caught misbehaving +Yes I'm the captain and I'm saving, all my money +Yes I'm just gonna...stand...and watch you dance from over here +Matter fact pass the Couvorsier +But I will walk you to your car my dear +Cheers +[Outro: Luke] +Work it out, work it out, girl" +"My Drip[Chorus] +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +[Verse 1] +Plug talk, I can put you on +Hundred bags of gas, get 'em gone +Made a couple digits off a phone +Diss me, I won't put you in a song +All my youngins put in work +They gon' put you on a shirt +The last nigga got murked +I prayed about it at church +All I think about is drinkin' syrup +I been gettin' faded, poppin' percs +All my diamonds water, you can surf +Porsche 911, it's a vert +Oh they doin' that, I did it first +Fuck you give me ten for a verse +Nightmares, I'm gon' be the worst +All my problems put 'em in a hearse +Fuck her good, buy that bitch a purse +Eat the pussy, blame it on the perc +Nigga you was rappin', you a jerk +I was really trappin', nigga servin' +Quarter million, put it in the air +Grover called me, told me that it's there +Rich nigga rockin' Moncler +Change of plans, I ain't playin' fair +[Chorus] +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +[Verse 2] +Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy +I rock Givenchy, I do this shit for a living +The narcs in the hood, they been trippin' +All in my business, so all my rental cars tinted +Boy I ain't been broke in a minute, I swear I been gettin' it +Still sendin' packs to the prison +Run the money all the way up, wonderful feeling +Bust down Rollies came from scratch +Catch a nigga slipping, do him bad +Take a nigga's shit, won't give it back +Half a bag, get a nigga whacked +Wreck the Masi, go and get a Jag +Hellcat goin' real fast +Fuck 12, I ain't goin' back +Do it for the shit I never had +Niggas droppin' salt 'cause they mad +They don't wanna see me with a bag +A lot of times I just wanna spazz +But I fall back and just laugh +I won't let you trick me out my spot +Niggas having pressure 'bout a thot +These bitches lovin' the crew +We take 'em down by the two +[Chorus] +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Renaissance Rap (Remix)[Q-Tip - Intro] +I don't care who first or who last +I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby! +(Renaissance...) +I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do +But you got to be finished befo' the music is through... +[Q-Tip - Verse 1ne] +I don't think they heard me, hold up.. +..So here we go, now +It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene +Geographically earthed in a place called Queens +I was formed with my principles, way I displayed +When I used to cool out where all the other kids played +'Cause I was way too ill, I would home my skill +Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill +Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark +Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS +And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line +Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes +It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir ? +When in the heat of the cipher, I was not liable +For all the casualties of the dutty MCs' +I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea +Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead +Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled +C'mon Bust.. +[Busta Rhymes - Verse 2wo] +Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence +Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants +My beloved respect my benevolence +Comin like missles, the issue is this +Be the shit you can't rebel against +Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup? +And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up! +Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards +As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguanlizard +At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife +Stabbin you in yo' back wild knife (Ahhhh!) +While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin +BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin +If you don't understand what I'm sayin +Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!) +Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em +Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem +The Renaissance {*echoes*} +[Q-Tip: interlude] +{*imitating Marley Marl} +WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there +I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here +Where Raekwon at?? +[Raekwon - Verse 3hree] +Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin +The head-long cock block pumpin is easy +Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms +Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz' +Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays +One line from this'll have you leanin like roach spray +Poison up on holstery, my boys in, this is our choice +Brooklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces +Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement +Chef in the buildin, yep and he been +A thousand one goons at the Rumba +Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants +Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area +Gorillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier +Take mines, take a hunnid nines +We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets +Try to front and you mines +Renaissance... +(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!) +[Lil Wayne - Verse 4our] +*clears throat* A-go off... +Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon) +Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass +So ahead of my time with my next week ass +Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash +And I do it for the killers and the hundred dolla billas +And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million - +Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank +Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank +You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank +I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks +Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directing it +Other fools break it down, I be dissecting it +EVER since I made it up out of middle America +Err'body wanna be in my genital area +Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier +Weezy, baby, straight out the cesarean, NUGGUH!! +(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?) +""Renaissance Rap"" +[Marley-Tip - Outro] +MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more! +'Cause y'all tear it up when you get it +Lemme see who you have +Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes +You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here +Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo' +'cause y'all tear it up when you get it +I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Bottom[Intro] +On the bottom +On the bottom +Michail on the beat +[Verse 1] +One at the foot, two at the head, my nigga +One ain't shut up, one peed the bed, my nigga (Shut the fuck up) +Burglaries, that's what fed my niggas (Yeah) +Bottom of the fuckin' map, that's what bred my niggas +I'm talkin' peanut butter, jelly +Go and fuck a bitch at the thirty-nine dollar telly (Telly) +And score a pack +Quick to lend a real friend 'cause I know he gon' pay it back +If I slip, I know he gon' kill a rat (Bang) +Hard for us to stack +'Cause a nigga need hoes and clothes (Yeah) +Playin' bingo with my hand when I saw me a rose +Now lil' Boosie, he the man, and I drive me a Rolls +Top dawg, county boy, he gon' blow +I want the whole world to know +[Chorus] +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?) +From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?) +From the bottom, mayne (Yeah) +From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay) +'Til the final thang, mayne +[Verse 2] +Couple hits, now I'm hot, with them sticks in the drop, wildin' out +Goin' seventy (Go all out, go all out) +No more bricks, bitch, I rap and I'm on +All my niggas comin' home (Free my cousin' crossin' on) +Niggas told me, ""Get your money, motherfuck"" (In that five) +Protect your bag, shoot a hundred, motherfucker (Yeah, get that bag) +I was really raised the hard way (Hard way) +If I ain't had it, I would take your Penny Hardaway (Penny Hardaway) +I had fame, cancer came, I had harder days (Oh Lord) +I thought 'bout runnin' from parole and throwin' it all away (Oh Lord) +Me and OG Dre sat on the couch and smoked a pound a day (Ayy) +Who ever thought I'd have a sack to smoke a pound a day (Real) +[Chorus] +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?) +From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?) +From the bottom, mayne (Yeah) +From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay) +'Til the final thang, mayne +[Outro] +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga +It ain't where you from, it's where you goin' +Same people talk about you, one day soon, they will copy you, nigga +When them diamonds hit your neck and you start glowin' +Then I got on the radio +Now they wanna do the rodeo +They say, his hood-ass always talkin' 'bout head +'Cause in the hood, it ain't about the pussy +But that you get the bitch head +It's that bottomEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Don’t Be Afraid[Intro: RZA] +This mic is scared of me, son +It's like I'm gonna rape it +Ason in my heart... +I date rape mics, my mic's a dike +Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo +[Hook 2X: The Emotions ""I Like It"" sample] +Don't be afraid to call my name +Don't be afraid to call my name +Don't be afraid to call my name +Don't be afraid to call my name +[RZA] +I've been blessed by the scent of cathedrals, I'm regal royal +Spoiled, I sleep with paralegals +And tongue kiss lawyers and cops, buy a pound of chocolate +Off the block, then I puff with the NARC's +My Clan's wild cannibal, Wu, and my man'll shoot +Blaow, leave your cold grippers mad with the saddest truth +From banana head chunks, propaganda pumps +Leave 'em buried on the Staten Island dump +Tap the mic on the floor, chains to the Mighty Thor +Two blades on my arm, look like the God of War +Ason in my heart, yeah, I like it raw +Words in the apple, I'mma bite it to the core +Digitech, used to call me Prince Dynamite +Cuz when I blew up the set, you couldn't find a mic +Leave your ass in the dark, you can't find the light +You been wrong so long, you can't find the right +Way to speak, I spend a day on the beats +Then a day on the paper, then a day on the beach +Then a night in the sheets with fine wizzes, dime wizzes +Who don't waste time to get straight down to business +Zig Zag, make your girl catch a whip lash +Tried to look when she seen the God zip past +Money stack high up like a skyscraper +Fly shorties getting stuck to my fly paper +Now we march to the monument +You see the seven in the star on the amulet? +Don't allow negative in my circumference +You can't understand, son, you incompetent +The P is free, would you fuck for a million bucks? +Keep the steel concealed, in the wheel of trucks +ShaCronz put the rhinestone on the rims +Timbo King put the rhinestones on his Timbs +We live this life each and every day +We all trying to make it a better way +If you miss the words that I say +Hit pause, record, and hit play +I'm backed by a beautiful strong wiz +Bless all to the Earths and all the kids +Long live the God Divine and Big Free +Young seeds and great kings +[Hook 4X]" +"About Me[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Raekwon] +Aiyo, Shallah, what up? +Yeah, you know how we do it +Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping +Crazy, let's go get 'em killa +Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man +This shit is official +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Ayo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes +Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening +Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this +Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy +Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position +Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy +What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips +Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it +Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed +We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed +Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish +I heard it in slurs, them niggas is blessed +While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real +I show off and let my money get stretched +Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels +Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test +[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes] +Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule +Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh +Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals +Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on +Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips +Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah +Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah +I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] +Here comes the, a lethal presentation taking you places you never been +Deadlier than the combination of coke and heroin +I see the weakness in most of you niggas that be hollering +So I toned it down, so these words be piercing your lower obdomen +What I meant to say abdomen, keep on listening and following +While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing +And if you look funny to me, and there's a problem then +I put you under an ultraviolet light or a halogen +As if I was busy deciphering counterfeit dollars and +Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, King Solomon +Hah, just for the record, what we do is essential +While I captivate the masses and keep the moments eventful +Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the vision? +Most you niggas still in disbelief, just came into fruition now +Pop the cork up off this bottle and you pour it +So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so historic +[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes] +Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule +Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh +Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals +Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on +Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips +Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah +Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah +I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +King of kings spit blood, all on my apron +Wash a nigga's face with the MAC, smoke them like Steak Umm's +Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we hunt, eat, catch the rat +Blow his waist, float in the stream +You know we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune +Boom, my flow fire, sit by the stove, hit it +Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas and visitors +Step in the shit, we all prisoners +Might take the hammer from you, know I'm the animal +Rock a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo +Everyday get money and dress rugged, these are the times +Keep a nine on you, blow off in public +And I will surely feed my niggas the streets +Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and then preach +And while it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme +Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money makers is mean, what? +[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes] +Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule +Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh +Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals +Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on +Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips +Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah +Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah +I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah" +"Keynote Speaker (DJ Homicide Blend)[Hook] +Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son +I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young +Not here to fight, we call it fun +Allah gave me light, real strong +Meet me at the top, near dawn +Damn right, nope, we always kill songs +[Verse 1] +Mamma gave birth, righteous seed +Tension in the hood, it's alright with me +Flows laid down with lightning speed +The track game good, it's alright with me +I'ma keep dropping albums, each year +Fold y'all niggas, beach chair +I told y'all niggas, it's heat here +Watch how y'all step, watch your feet there +You blocking the shine of the chief here +It's Keynote Speaker, leap year +[Hook] +Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son +I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young +Not here to fight, we call it fun +Allah gave me light, real strong +Meet me at the top, near dawn +Damn right, nope, we always kill songs +[Verse 2] +Relentless, hustle, respect the fullest +I'm ready, set, see my extra bullets +I'm on deck, see, I'm next to do it +My nest is blooming, my heart is fuming +What you expect, man? The God is human +I'm next to do it, my brain is fluid +This is my anger, it's chamber music, now +Here we are, to spank and bruise it, now +Middle finger, if you think we lose it +But you like it 'cause you choose it +You can't coach me out my style +I'm the millennium poster child +Put in years, move at a slow pace +As I watch y'all spit with no taste +[Hook] +Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son +I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young +Not here to fight, we call it fun +Allah gave me light, real strong +Meet me at the top, near dawn +Damn right, nope, we always kill songsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Cold Outside[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Get that babymaker over here +Cold ouside +Fuck you baby +Cold outside +I'ma fuck you baby +Cold outside +Yeah +Bitch +[Chorus] +I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Go live with you all night long (Yeah) +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin') +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +[Verse 1] +I wanna thug with you (I wanna thug) +I wanna slide in you (I wanna slide) +I wanna deep dive in your sea +I wanna high-five with you girl, after we freak +I wanna roll in you (I wanna roll) +I wanna smoke with you (I wanna blow) +I wanna lay with you, I wanna joke with you +I got the dope dick, you don't need no nigga +I'm tryna come and see you, girl, I'm jumpin' in the Uber (Yeah) +Me and my lil' Ruger, hope we both gon' bust a nut (Yeah) +Smellin' like a king, I wet a bitch pussy up (Yeah) +Nineties R&B, huh, you know it's time to fuck +You need panties, when I'm stoppin' and we sleep (Yup) +I can keep a secret (Yup) +I'm gon' be Sinbad and you gon' be Athena +And I'ma need to see you like Wayne saw Trina +Bend you over, take that pussy to the cleaners, girl +[Chorus] +I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Go live with you all night long (Yeah) +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin') +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +[Verse 2] +I need your love, ain't no need for playin', is you with it? +So take off your clothes, girl, play with your titties +You rollin' me, rollin', rollin' rollin', girl, you gon' get it (Yeah) +Simon say, ""Suck it, suck it, suck it and don't spit it"" (No) +Girl I want you laid, just like that, on your stomach (Yeah) +Girl, I want your head from your chest (On my mama) +I'm real, I'm gon' let you know (Yeah), what's the K (K) +Girl I'm tryna work it slow, like a steak +Comin', comin', comin', comin' while you runnin', don't escape +I wanna see you dance in a hula hoop, I'm a freak (Yeah) +Bad little thing and she suck it in the jeep +All night we been fightin' in the sheets (Woo) +[Outro] +And I wanna fuck you, baby, fuck you baby +We finna do this for all the women out there tonight +If you gon' fuck your nigga tonight +I want you to twerk that ass for me tonight +I want y'all to twerk that ass +Let's go, twerk that ass +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Ooh, ooh, ooh +B-r-r-r-r-r-r +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +I wanna fuck you, baby +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Fuck you, baby +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Fuck you, girl +Twerk that ass, bitch +Shut up +Shit, come on +Get that pussy +I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby) +'Cause it's cold outside (So cold outside) +I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby) +'Cause it's cold out, cold, so cold +So cold outsideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Sunshine (Bosko remix)(feat. Lea) +(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)) +(Lea) Uhhhhhhh +(Lil' Flip) Yeeah +(Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby +(Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) +(Lea) Ooh baby +(Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it +(Chorus: Lea) +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! +(Verse 1: Lil' Flip) +Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player +But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player +Just answer your phone whenever I call +Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball +I like them short and tall but not too thick +I just walk in the spot and take my pick +And they wanna roll cause they like my style +And when I pop my collar I make them smile +I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets +That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat +Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you +I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you +(Chorus: Lea) +(Verse 2: Lil' Flip) +I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars +Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala +I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) +And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) +And we can meet up the next day and chill +But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live +I got bills to pay, I got moves to make +But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late +(Chorus: Lea) +(Verse 3: Lea) +We don't have to be in love (love) +We can just be friends! +I will be right there, beginning to the end! +I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends) +We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! +(Verse 4: Lil' Flip) +They say love is pain and pain is love +I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug +You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue +About - what a nigga like me do +I like to stack my bread and flip my chips +And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip +I take private jets to Vagas, man +It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man +We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure +But don't worry, the chauffer open the door +You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) +Cause you my baby girl right?, right? +(Chorus: Lea) +(Outro: Lea) +We don't have to be in love (love) +We don't have to be in love (love)" +"Lay’d OutI got everything lay'd out +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Pussy Keep Calling[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +You want this Dirty long, you want this shit +You want it, you need it +You want this Dirty long, you want this shit +You want it, you need it...... +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Don't need muscle, cuz Barry got a gun +Nighttime, still blaze like sun +Book the residence, worry bout none +Chillin' with believer, drinkin' zero proof rum +Darker is better, cuz the dick's well done +Be a good girl, let you taste what I'm from +Baby, I'm the man, with the frame: well hung +Cuz a squirrel, is a squirrel til a squirrel get a nut +Get a butt, like an ashtray, point it out, I eat her +Til the 6, been callin', sayin, ""nah, I don't wanna meet her"" +In the ass, to some Pendergrass, after smokin' grass +Fuck her fast like a rabbit, I'm a sex fiend addict +I'm a sex fiend addict, I'm a sex fiend addict +[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample) {Black Keith}] +You want this good looking muthafucka +Cuz I'm a good looking muthafucka, girl +You want this Dirty long, you want this shit +You want it, you need it.. +(It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good +It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good) 2X {Keep calling me...} +{Pussy keep calling me} +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +If she's layin' in my sheets, she's the freek of the week +Seen it all, done it all, lick my balls with her tongue +Got my toes curled up, like I'm sayin' right on +If you wanna ride home, let me call you a cab +Cuz the next bitch coming, might be coming in the cab +Like licking, you can chill, if you ain't, you can escape +Cuz the friend's coming with her, and she can participate +After Mardi Gras, I meet 'em in titty bars +Take 'em home, and bend 'em, and fill 'em with Dirty long +Cock strong dick diesel, when I stand like an easel +Come sit on Mini Me, and put a smile on Dr. Evil +Got some sunshine, leavin' my girl behind +The kind of pussy that start up a conga line +Pussy callin', I be pickin' it up +Pussy robber, I be stickin' it up +When I leave the ringer off, I be missin' a nut +I be missin' a nut, I be missin' a nut +[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample) {Black Keith}] +Yo, you get your friends, and I'mma get my friends +And we gonna smoke some shit, and we gonna do this shit +You know what I'm sayin', we gonna go wild like animals and run loose in this +Muthafucka +(It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good +It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good) 2X {Keep calling me...} +Yeah, you like it when I go deep, baby, it's that Dirty long baby +Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, come all in that pussy {Pussy keep calling me} +Aiyo, hold on, hold on for a second {pussy keep calling me} +(I wanna keep on, checkin' on you, yeah.... I got to know everything you do +Cuz you're lovely, love that you that, hey hey hey, you so doggone good)" +"Count Dem Rolls[Intro] +(Count dem rolls, whoo, count dem rolls) +When a bitch suck my dick, I be like ""wooh!"" +If I'm counting more than a thousand dollars I be like ""wooh!"" +Count them rollz! Damn! +[Verse] +The Audi on wrist and the Audi my whip +And the R8 ain't come with a ceiling (skrt) +Tec-9 what I grip, and it got cooling kit and the clip, that bitch got a extension (brr) +The laser on it, a fuck nigga better be quick cause I swear to god I'm not missin' +I probably won't miss, I put a bullet in your head +And change your whole image (I'll kill you) +I just talked to Wiz, I told Addie ""call me"" +Ain't talk to my guy in a minute (waddup addy) +I went to the party, the bitches all on me +I'm pullin' Brazilian and Remy (suck my dick) +If it bout the Benjis, don't play my Benjis +Bustin' at you with the semi +I 'member when we was fuckin' a shawty in the basement +Her name *beep* +My style doin' damage, diamonds they dancin' +Hair on her neck it be standin' +My pistols be twins, they clip be five-ten +It kinda remind me of Shannon +But I can not worry 'bout Shannon +My niggas eatin', you look famished +I'm drinkin' that lean and I'm xannin' +Lil Uzi gon' be just richer than them +That's word to my nigga Don Cannon +Talkin' that shit then I blam 'em +Wait, that nigga be runnin' +I mean the plural, that nigga rannin' +I got a bitch all on me, yes she be chewin' my dick up +I be just killin' this shit +When she eatin' the nut, it be givin' her hiccups +You should have worked out, shoot you in your stomach +Muthafucka should've did sit-ups +I don't give a fuck muthafucka, now you talkin', nigga, get up +I been gettin' money, how bout you? +Your bitch all on me, how bout you? +How that's your bitch, she suckin' my dick once again +Now she talkin' 'bout you +I told that bitch eat me, I'm killin' it +I told that nigga I be fillin' it +Man Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi that nigga on top of Philly like literally +I don't give a fuck lil' nigga, I swear to god I hope that you die +They say ""why you dye your hair pink?"" +Nigga, I don't know, them xans got me too high +I told that bitch I just be doin' it +Ain't understand me, don't give a fuck +Hit a nigga with a twenty shot +Twenty shot right to his chin like a uppercut +Lil Uzi he just be stupid, told your bitch that I am ruthless +She suckin' my dick and she suckin' my dick +And it feel like that bitch she is toothless +Wooh! +[Bridge] +(take a break count this god damn money, shitt) +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls +[Verse 2] +Just talked to my plug, yeah +He got that Actavis just for him like by check +And you the type nigga that be on the block +Still tryna sip on that Hi-Tech +I don't give a fuck nigga, what the fuck +I might just hit your right up +I told that bitch ""suck me up, suck me up, suck me up"" +No, no, no, I don't want to fuck +Lil Uzi crazy, Lil Uzi crazy, I did this shit in a day day +I'm gettin' Nachos, movin' that work +I ain't talkin' bout the libre +I'm not with that he say, she say +Not with the he say, she say +I take his main and his side-bitch +And we proceed right to the three-way, damn! +[Outro] +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls +Like count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Like count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Got a New One[Intro] +Sealab, Sealab +Sealab, Sealab +Sealab, Sealab +[Verse: Sealab Vertical] +I'm smoking good, my weed dank +Rolling sticky, that pussy stank +Cuz Im hella on, black with the chrome +I bust her ass, she give me dome +Im [?] +Im a Leo bitch she a Capricorn +Like my hair [?] its fat and longEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +Stepped OnLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy +"’95 Hot97 TF5 MC Show Freestyle[Big L] +Ayo, spark up the Phillies my man and pass that Moet +Big L representin' with the Presidential Rolly +Y'all brothas know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links +Givin' all the ladies eye winks as I buy drinks +As soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell +I'm rugged as hell, brothas could tell, that none of ya rappers are rougher than L +My rappin' skills was a great gift +The other night some snake rift and got a hot lead face lift +All through high school I had braids, kept mad blades +Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades +I cook the mic like a beefsteak +Cause my technique's great / +And I'm the brotha police hate in each state +Yeah, that's a little somethin'. Now I'm a drop one mo' for my man T cause he up in here. Check it out, check it out yeah and ya don't stop, Big L represents, check it out +Yo, I walk around with six thou', sippin' on Cris-tal +My whole clique's foul +I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now +The type o' brother that be gamin' yo' freaks +While you out workin' hard, I'm puttin' stains in yo' sheets +And clown hearts, ya put a lot of fear +L is the brotha you better not even try to scare +Cause some hot lead will get you outta here +While I'm rockin' tours you moppin' floors / +And I always deal with kis and not the kind that be lockin' doors +On one three nine and Lenox brothers are bananas +We got bad manners, cops can't stand us, that's why they try to jam us +But I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papes +I'm larger than the Great Lakes with drug spots in eight states +Used to be Little, now I'm double X +Pushin' a bubble Lex', I got connects with foreigners who smuggle tecs +I'm chillin', makin' sure this money is right +Sippin' Sunny Delight, hittin' every honey in sight +I'm the man with all the cream and clout +Cash I'm never seen without, make the ladies scream and shout +Big L is the brotha you dream about +And every girl I got looks like a model +If you ever see me with a chickenhead, she must a hit the lotto +And Uptown is where L rest, I stay well dressed +I write rhymes more than Jamaican niggas sell ses' +Aight, little somethin', little somethin'. I can't hang with my man but I still represented. You know. Yeah, word upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Let Me Ease Ya Mind[Intro] +Boosie Bad Azz +Come roll with a real nigga +I got you +[Hook] +Let me ease your mind +Bring you in my world +Cause you done caught my eye +And you can be my baby girl +[Verse 1] +What's up, girl? How you doing? +What's up with them draws, girl? +Can I get into them? +I'm looking for somebody +Who gonna be somebody +Mind made up to be a lawyer +So she gonna be somebody +She got problems and she say +""Sex ain't the only way to solve 'em"" +But let's solve 'em +Let's jump in my Bentley +And cruise the city with the lights low +Go to the boat and blow some stacks +And let the dice roll +[Hook] +[Bridge] +It gon' be alright +(Fuck what them haters say) +It gon' be alright +Cause you can be my baby girl +[Verse 2] +I don't know what you been told but I'm a hustler +Your man ain't nothin' but a buster +Come with me tonight +Eat what you like, big boys I'm talkin' the best +When you get lonely put your head on my chest +It figures you never dealt with a nigga my type +Who make you happy, take you places, teach you game +Somethin' like your real daddy, I'm just tryna ease your mind +I'm tired of hearin' over and over all the time +She like: ""Boosie, I got a boyfriend"" +Well your boyfriend ain't ballin' plus he barely callin' +So, what's up? I got a plane ticket, just me and you +I'm like: ""you scared?"" She late, now she packin' her bags +First class is how we do it, let me cater to you +Let you shop till you drop, spend some paper on you +Whatever no matter the pleasure +It's better then you can dream of +Thug passion from a real thug +[Hook + Bridge] +[Verse 3] +You been on my mind all night and i can smell ya (And ya smellin right) +And girl i wanna tell ya i will let you ride +Take you on a rollercoaster wit me you know +Ridin round blowin doe just threw the city +Conversatin we laugh talkin bout da future +And da pastime (Da old days) +Good luv makin cuz its been so long since the last time +Kissin and fuckin stuck in them sheets to the bed +Eyes roll back in my head +And she go down on dat head +And this my homey lover friend +The one that i could fuck wit to the end +I got u girl them hoes ain't offen all the world +The niggas either u ain't never had a thug like me +Go tell yo people when u with its amazing +I give u knowledge teach u game give you wisdom +Shit you can't learn in college just be my lady i know how to treat lady +Its watever i keep a secret baby +[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Main Bitch Look Shitty[Lil' Flip talking] +Haha, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout +Man turn the mic up just a little bit +Yeah, yeah this that real shit man +This that shit niggas wanna hear +This the shit these streets like +Alotta of ya'll niggas marryin ugly ass hoodrats +Man, ugly main bitch look shitty ya feel me +Yo main bitch look shitty!, yo main bitch look shitty! +[Lil' Flip] +I got hoes nigga you know that +Got these bitches posin for the kodak (cheese) +I'm Lil' Flip and you know where I'm from +Da freestyle King and the fuckin Leprechaun (Cloverland) +And we can box if you niggas wanna box +We movin rocks cause we roll with them Glocks +I'm like Pac I'm finna hit them niggas up +Got a tec-nine I'm finna lift them niggas up (not playin) +And I'm lookin at they hoes +You need to go by yo main hoe some clothes +Cause the bitch is a hoodrat +You ain't know nigga I'm good black wit a million in the bank +A whole cup of drank +I'm doing this nigga I'm hard in the paint +Whether its basketball or rappin (rappin) +If you gonna hear the new single that bitch called""I'm Cappin"" +Well lets talk about these nasty ass hoes (nasty ass hoes) +Steppin out in some nasty ass clothes +I suppose you niggas ain't a pimp +And you trickin to a hoe you a mothafuckin simp +(Chorus) +It's the place where niggas love to ball +20 inches that's the way we love to crawl +But yo main bitch look shitty +Yo main bitch look shitty +And my niggas we about that cash +You play wit us we gon' bust that ass +But yo main bitch look shitty +Yo main bitch look shitty +And you see the chrome 20's spinnin +[Lil' Flip] +I know ya'll know I just got a deal +I know ya'll know I gotta keep it trill +I know ya'll know I' m a stay Sucka Free +I know ya'll know that ya'll can't fuck wit me +I know ya'll know I got platinum in my mouth +I know ya'll know I'm just rapping at my house +I know ya'll know that we gotta studio +And I know ya'll rappers act like hoes +I like to fuck with the niggas who real (fa real) +I like to fuck wit niggas who pack steel +I ain't trippin and I ain't slippin +The reason that I'm up right now cause I ain't slippin +But after I rap I'm a go smoke +They called Dayton's and I got 100 spokes +I'm wearin shades and I bought a Honda Los' +But while I rap I'm also runnin dope +I get on the interstate with my dough +You think I'm a get caught but now I'm sayin no! +And ya'll niggas go to jail and you snitch +And you uglier then ya mothafuckin bitch +And I'm a pitch but I ain't Nolan Ryan +You say you rich and I'm sayin I know he lyin +Like Kobe Bryant I'm a get a couple of rings +You see me playa I'm watchin a couple of screens +I'm watchin Mygver I'm a survivor +You playin wit me paint wet like salava +And I'm crawlin I do it all day +You fuckin in the class I'm hustlin in the hall way +I went to Worthing had hoes at Sterling +Drove a Suburban know I got ta Excursion +Swervin and never ever shop at Mervyn's +And when you see my Cartier (Damn!)you can't stop Observin +Cause I got X's in the middle +I gotta Lexus but yours is little +I got a Jag with some Burberry paint (fa real!) +And I ain't even gotta discuss whats in the bank +I did a song with Def Jam but I said no! +I'm a sign wit Sony and get them 0's +And now I'm rich!" +"The North Sea[RZA and Diaz conversating on a boat] +[RZA] +Yeh, this some good motherfuckin weed man, fo real +Niggas got me out here on the Norwegian sea +Yo Diaz, I'm sayin what, we gone see a whale fo real? +[Diaz] Of course, of course +[RZA] We gone do, let me see that motherfucker +[Diaz] When we get that motherfucker, kill 'em +[RZA] KILL 'em +[Diaz] We gone eat that shit +[RZA] Oh, ya'all niggas eat whales? +[Diaz] Hell yeah +[RZA] +Nah nah, I can't, I can't kill no whales +Oh man, I heard thet were here before us man +What the fuck is that right there comin close and shit +Oh we gone se Moby Dick +[Diaz] Finn fram harpunen'a. (Find the harpoon) +[RZA] +Hey damn, hey yo, nigga, one right there +OH SHIT, OH OH, HOLD ON NIGGA HOLD ON, HOLD ON +(The beat starts) +[Diaz] +D-I-A-Z +And the R-Z-A +Yo yo yo yo +I'ma turn my aim up, cause I spit overseas now +My head's supplece now, got a new rease now +I've been local, but my rep's gonna increase now +Prevent that, find ya self in a tight squeeze now +I really feel, we all need some hip-hop police now +It's all about C's now, too many MC's now +Please now listen, I'm takin somebodys place +Fuck who that be, ya'all cats can't hold it like me +Though I'm not from no famous, borough or state +I've spent years in this shit, more than eight +I'm more than great, I cross more borders than weight +I serve you 24/7, ya'all can order this shit late +And choose the language too, just go ahead +You want norwegian or the spanish row instead +Toma, para los que pueren entender (Spanish) +Til de som str og ler, vi fr bent dem ner (norwegian) +(=For those who are standin there laughin, we bend them down) +Nei(=no), I can't compare, ya'all shit this hot +Ya'll can't flow like Diaz, or make peace like RZA +[Chorus][RZA] +Ta ra ratta Ta ra ra ratta +Yo, yo +We like to get, get high +Chase ????, chop +Ski, feel the breeze +Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea +[Diaz] +Heard ya'all Mc's talk alot, let's get back to this +I dont know if ya know this, but ya facts are twist +Up and coming motherfuckers just act as if +What they need to learn about is what practice is +Ya'all should get a teacher, who you lack is Chris +It be funny to see how you react to this +I'm like that +Activist+, I run up with bombs +While screamin 'fuck rap', with C-4 in both palms +I keep spittin after I blew off both arms +RZA came through, I'm used to flow over tarms +Beef that is, I'm tryin to reach these kids +Go head to head with these labels, beat their bids +Do whatever it taes, I never shit slide +Bout to switch on they ass like Jekyll to Hyde +Nobody takes me for a ride, put it to side +That's not an option, time for me to go outside +Hard to knock loose, cool with that much pride +God's my witness, I dont got too much to hide +That wasent the truth, Virgin Mary would I cry? +Peeped it with closed gates and I've would've fried +[Chorus] +We like to get, get high +Smoke, smoke, lah, lah +Trees, and feel the breeze +Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea +I might, get my, my big, big G-A-T +And start the squeeze, 16 shots at you crab MC'z +Nigga, we can get high, high +Chase ????, chop +Ski, feel the breeze +Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea +I might get, get my, my big +And squeeze 16 at you ????? rappers wanna touch my team +Nigga, we smoke, smoke lah, lah +Can, can get, get high +Ski, feel the breeze +Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea +{*airplane takes off*}" +"Babylon[Intro: Howard Jones] +Imagine you were given one hour +Exactly sixty minutes and zero seconds to put your entire life +And the world around you in total perspective +What would you say? What would it sound like? +[Choir music (By The Waters of Babylon)] +By the waters the waters of Babylon +We lay down and wept and wept for Thee Zion +We remember we remember we remember Thee Zion +[Ill Bill] +We've unraveled the Bible code, the rifle explodes +Demand attention like a knife in your throat +They're controlling the price of your soul +Titans of stone, psychic totalitarian +Biotelemetric mind control experimentation is various +Narcotics made to inflict pain and madness +Assassins with multiple personalities +Active with full access +A backstage pass to cover up spectacular assassinations +And arms deals across the axis +Another witch hunt, religious radicals with big guns +Big plans, invisible cameras built in Japan +CIA behaviour control scientists in the cults +And formed an alliance of cult leaders, also their clients +Tech-savvy hijacker associates board planes +To practice, anxiously awaiting their global audience +Enter the core, I feel this with ease +The ultimate reality series, loaded with cameras, angles, and theories +Now hear me +[Hook] +A golden helmet blinded minds +Among ten thousand swords +Along the road to Babylon +A golden thunder silenced songs +Among ten thousand voices +On the road to Babylon +[Ill Bill] +This operation doesn't exist +The revolution will be classified +Live broadcast from the abyss +Our cities are crack spots and cardboard condominiums +Vicious and trackmarks cross minds lost in delirium +The towers dropped, blind fools, confusion who knew? +Now the world watch Saddam's execution on Youtube +Propaganda machines wage media Jihad +A teen walking to a crowded movie theatre with bombs +Reading the Qur'an, silently obedient to God +Known by many different names: Hashem, Jesus, and Allah +Exploding porn, shadow government protocols +Go to war amongst ten thousand voices on the road to Babylon +Patriot Act, sanctioned exorcism +Iranian and North Korean-built weapon systems +Budgets increase to payroll hundreds of creeps +Number of the beast, bomb London under the streets +The engineer was a popular peer +His value compared to having nuclear weapons to shower the air +A thin line between power and fear +A martyr in tears, goodbye father +Now my final hour is here, help me +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Wit My Crew X 1987[Part 1: Wit My Crew] +[Intro: Dolemite] +By the way, who're you waitin' for anyway? +I'm waitin' for Dolemite +For who? +Dolemite, motherfucker, you heard her +Sowoot, FKi +[Chorus] +Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my) +I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?) +I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my) +Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop) +My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight) +Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a) +Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) +[Refrain] +Riding around with my crew (Skrrt) +Riding around with my crew (With my crew) +Riding around with my crew (Crew) +I'm riding around with my crew (My crew) +Riding around with my crew (Riding around) +I'm riding around with my crew (With my crew) +Riding around, we go vroom +Watch how we flexin' on you (Flexin' on you) +[Verse 1] +Ayy, bitch, I ain't checking on you (Ain't checkin' on you) +Ayy, lil' bitch, I pity the fool (Yeah) +Ayy, counting these bills, they be blue (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose +[Chorus] +Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my) +I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?) +I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my) +Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop) +My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight) +Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a) +Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) +[Post-Chorus] +Ayy (Skrrt), get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Riding around with my crew +Riding around with my crew +[Verse 2] +Oh, I am so sick like the flu (Flu) +Oh, getting money like a Jew +Spend a hundred on my jewels (Spend a hundred on my) +Feel like Santana with my Jewels (Woo, woo) +Thick white girl right on my side (Yeah) +She kinda look like, um, YesJulz (Woo) +No, you can't come to my room (To my room) +With them clothes on that's my rule (That's my rule) +I leave you wetter than a pool (Yeah) +I fuck you right there in your shoes +I fuck you right there girl don't move (Do not move) +I leave you right there girl don't move +I flew around and I groove (Yeah) +I stick it right there 'cause I'm cool ('Cause I'm cool) +[Bridge] +Yeah, I just need to find +I, I just need to find love +I, I just need to find love (I just need to find love) +I, I just need to find love +[Chorus] +Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my) +I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?) +I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my) +Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop) +My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight) +Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a) +Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) +[Post-Chorus] +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Riding around with my crew +Riding around with my crew +[Outro] +(Riding around with my crew) +(Riding around with my crew) +(Riding around with my crew) +(Ri-Riding around with my crew) +[Part 2: 1987] +[Intro] +I might (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Love shit that I do... +Love shit that I... +[Chorus] +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +My life is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +My life is not normal +[Verse] +I might get high off of codeine +Regular bitches is boring (Boring) +I might hit up Tuddie +I whip her like she my foreign +My life stopped being so regular +Now a nigga is important ('Portant) +Getting money no et cetera +Baby just come and just join me (Join) +I might pull up in a 'Rari +I swear that shit is not normal (Normal) +My bitch yeah she super bad now +I swear that shit is not normal (Not normal) +That is because I can a— +I can afford to (Afford to) +Look at my money, my nigga +I swear to God, I tried to warn you (Warn you) +[Chorus] +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +My life is not normal +[Outro] +1987 +1987, 1987 +1987, 1987 +1987, 198815EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Criminal Mind[Killah Priest] +I fought off dragons with large wings, boxed dragons +Dressed as a gladiator, inside God's ring +The hearts of kings were eaten by the beast +Their flesh hung from their teeth, my right arm under his feet +My left arm pulls the gun, from out of the sheet +Blasted his stomach, body tumbled all over the streets +I heard trumpets, God hand brought me to my feet +My G., we resting five devils over the five boroughs +Broke the walls, into the tri-boroughs +Going through the ocean floors, going through the walls +Going through the malls, we just brawl and brawl and brawl and brawl +He went for my Adam's apple, blood splashing all over the tabernacle +Pull out swords, I got saws, he grabbed his gun, then I grabbed gats too +Start clapping, he collapsed and look what the mack do +[KMC] +We tough in the physical, tough in the spiritual +Watch it boy, you get dropped for the ritual +I pray to lord, to bless my soul +You come too close, our thoughts is cold +We're rough with the AK, so if you not +Make way, some of these get murdered +We rough with the fo-fo, so what we argue for? +Bust mine, somebody get murdered +[Cappadonna] +Yo, it's New York in effect, it's time to get ill +Survival of the fittest, this is shit is for real +I've been sleeping all day, now I'm finally woke +And I selling no crack, and I slinging no dope +I'm a frontline nigga, stuck in the grind +Yo before I couldn't see, 'cause I used to be blind +Now I'mma smoke weed nigga, rock my shine +Lick a shot for The Punisher, and pop my nine +A'udhu Billahi Min ash-Shaitan ir-Rajeem +Allahu Akbar, caught Don Alon's fiend +Jails can't hold me, it's no cure for this +I smacked ya'll devils, outta my myst +Take the gun from ya hostler, grab your stick +I got a hatred for evil, son, times is hard +Can't destroy my heritage, we the armor of God +Lightning bolts hit your face, break your facade +Prophets and war mongers, leave you scarred +The hell fire gon' come, the fucking Goon Squad +[Scratch Samples] +""Lit rings""... +""Bangin' in yo hood"" +""See, this the pusha"" +""Goon's Squad visual, this that.. +""Fire, fire.."" +""It's defenitaly still"" +[Rush] +Yo, my full time criminal mind, in overtime mode +Cold blooded, you get your face piece flooded +No ifs, ands, buts about it, who bout it bout it? +My body banger stay crowded, like rush hour +Turn a sweet thing sour, I pack a monster +Send shots for ya roster, who wanna trot? +Every man wanna go to heaven, but scared to die +Revenge I cried, try'nna take the crown from my +Head piece, Selassie 'dad, rest in peace +Who want peace? Change ya culture to kosher +Fucking with me, will have me on the wanted poster +Dead or alive, only the illest survive +Killa Haile, ride by the law of the land +Man to man, hold a steel, hand in hand +You over the hill, still too, old to spill +I roll for real, black down, dressed to kill +Until hell freezes, you better beef with Jesus +Like pussy teasers, I get you soakinng wet +Nigga fronted on my style, and I broke his neck +Run the respect, like I'm standing here with a tech +What you expect? Me must stand, the next man +The best man will die with his dick in his handEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Love Spell[Intro: Dave West] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +And you can have anything +Baby, if you roll with me +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 1: Masta Killa] +Tell us, who is this refine black queen, eyes so innocent +Vanilla cherry scented, can I get to know you? +Let's exchange digits, slide, so we can kick it +The night is almost over, gave a C note to the chauffeur +Your place or mine, she said ""Mines'll be fine +I rarely find the time to dine and unwind +With working full time, you know, and school, part-time +Are you listening?"" I said ""Yes, love, I'm knowledging +The ball game is on, kinda distracting my attention +Not to ignore you, I didn't mean to bore +Just thought I'd speak less and strive to listen more"" +My cheri amore, you make the heart skip a beating +I miss your warm greeting, when we're not speaking +How's L.A. for the weekend, sound? +'Nuff deniro, shopping spree, recent arrow +Momma said never trust him, it's only logic +I scope out every exit, and open every closet +[Hook: Dave West] +And you can have anything +Baby, if you roll with me +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I choose the best, but for myself +That makes you my queen +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Masta Killa] +How beautiful is she to have the God Degree ready? +Veggie stirred fried, with the carrot juice side +Pretty feet, pretty hands, there she lie tanning +Bending with the sand, I docked the yacht +Stepped ashore, greeted the queen +As only a king should, unveiled the hood +Kneel as she stood, before me +She spoke softly, butt ass, she stood naked +With the bow-legged stance, so sexy +Sweet temptation, look how the rain come down +Your hormones pound, you moan with passion +Uteris contracting, time for some action +Cream rising, your breast at attention +Who is the original man? Got your quoting +Lookin' in the mirror, you ride, I hold it open +Short long stroking to death... (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Hook: Dave West] +And you can have anything +Baby, if you roll with me +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I choose the best, but for myself +That makes you my queen +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 3: Masta Killa] +And the drama stay major, I need a genie +If you can hold away, then come and see me +I'm guaranteed to make it rain, every spring but ahh +I know you love me, even when you cursing me out +Waited up til the candles burnt out +Ahhh -- please forgive me, I'm out here scrapin' +Drapin' niggas up, stackin' and takin' +A whole lotta paper, it's gonna take years and years +For me to express, the love elevation +The hell we go through, gives me the motivation +To get it right, makin' up at night +It's all worth the aggravation, black woman through you +I'mma build me a nation, nation... of Gods and Earths (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Hook: Dave West] +And you can have anything +Baby, if you roll with me +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I choose the best, but for myself +That makes you my queen +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I choose the best, but for myself +That makes you my queen +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Outro: Dave West] +Lovin' you, it looks so sweet +So sexy, and still discrete +Lovin' you, it looks so sweet +So sexy, and still discreteEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Bed Yeezy Season 5[Intro: The-Dream] +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy +Oh-oh, oh-ohhhh +[Verse 1: The-Dream] +Girl, change into that Victoria Secret thing that I like +Alright, okay, tonight you're havin' me your way +Perfume, spray it there, put our love in the air +Now pull me right next to you, finna raise the temp' in the room +First rub my back like you do, right there (uh) +Right there (uh,) you touch me like you care +Now stop, and let me repay you for the week you've been through +Workin' that nine to five and bein' cute, like you do +Ooh, ooh, ooh +[Pre-Chorus: The-Dream] +I love it, I love it +You love it, you love it +Every time, every time +We touchin', we touchin' +I want it, I want it +You want it, you want it +I'll see you, see you +In the mornin', in the mornin' +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Wanna put my fingers through your hair +Wrap me up in your legs +Then love you 'til your eyes roll back +I'm tryna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I wanna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Then I'ma rock ya body, turn you over +Love is war, I'm your soldier +Touchin' you like it's our first time +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Girl I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +[Verse 2: The-Dream] +I'm staring at you while you sleep, irreplaceable beauty +Put my face up in your neck and breathe (Oh, breathe) +Take you into my senses, wake up, it's time to finish +Round two, it's a round two +Matter of fact, it's closer to three +She like, ""How long I been sleep?"" +Shawty kisses turn into the sweetest dreams +Girl give it to me +And I can feel her turn weak +""My angel, this is wonderful"" +Thanks for lettin' me bless ya +Come down, fly right +Drift back into heaven +Oh, oh, oh, woah +[Pre-Chorus: The-Dream] +I love it, I love it +You love it, you love it +Every time, every time +We touchin', we touchin' +I want it, I want it +You want it, you want it +I'll see you, see you +In the mornin', in the mornin' +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Wanna put my fingers through your hair +Wrap me up in your legs +Then love you 'til your eyes roll back +I'm tryna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I wanna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Then I'ma rock ya body, turn you over +Love is war, I'm your soldier +Touchin' you like it's our first time +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Girl I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +[Refrain: The-Dream] +Watch the sunlight peak over the horizon +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +The sun ain't the only thing that's shinin' +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +Now I'ma send you out into the world with my love +Tell everybody, ayy, ayy +Everybody, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Tell everybody +Ayy, ayy, everybody, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ooooh +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Wanna put my fingers through your hair +Wrap me up in your legs +Then love you 'til your eyes roll back +I wanna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Then I'ma rock ya body, turn you over +Love is war, I'm your soldier +Touchin' you like it's our first time +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I'm gonna put you to bed, bed, bed, oh +[Refrain: The-Dream] +Watch the sunlight peak over the horizon +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +The sun ain't the only thing that's shinin' +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +Now I'ma send you out into the world with my love +Tell everybody, ayy, ayy +Everybody, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Tell everybody +Ayy, ayy, everybody, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ooh-ooh, ooh-oooh +[Instrumental Break] +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Ooh-ooh +Wanna put my fingers through your hair +Wrap me up in your legs +Then love you 'til your eyes roll back +I'm tryna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I wanna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Then I'ma rock ya body, turn you over +Love is war, I'm your soldier +Touchin' you like it's our first time +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Girl I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +[Instrumental Break] +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Wanna put my fingers through your hair +Wrap me up in your legs +Then love you 'til your eyes roll back +I'm tryna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I wanna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Then I'ma rock ya body, turn you over +Love is war, I'm your soldier +Touchin' you like it's our first time +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Girl I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +[Instrumental Break] +[Refrain: The-Dream] +Now watch the sunlight peak over the horizon +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +The sun ain't the only thing that's shinin' +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +Now I'ma send you out into the world with my love +Tell everybody, ayy, ayy +Everybody, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +[Instrumental Break] +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Oh-oh, oh-oh +Wanna put my fingers through your hair +Wrap me up in your legs +Then love you 'til your eyes roll back +I'm tryna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I wanna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Then I'ma rock ya body, turn you over +Love is war, I'm your soldier +Touchin' you like it's our first time +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Girl I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +[Instrumental Break] +[Bridge: The-Dream] +I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed +I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed +I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed +Girl I'ma put you to bed +[Instrumental Break] +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Oh-oh, oh-oh +Wanna put my fingers through your hair +Wrap me up in your legs +Then love you 'til your eyes roll back +I'm tryna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +I wanna put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Then I'ma rock ya body, turn you over +Love is war, I'm your soldier +Touchin' you like it's our first time +I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +Girl I'ma put you to bed, to bed, to bed +[Refrain: The-Dream] +Now watch the sunlight peak over the horizon +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +The sun ain't the only thing that's shinin' +Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh +Now I'ma send you out into the world with my love +Tell everybody, ayy, ayy +Everybody, ayyyyy +[Outro: The-Dream] +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyyyy" +"Biggie Smalls Got That Hype Shit[Sampled] +""Well, who is 'Biggie Smalls'?"" +[Intro] +Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect +Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house, you know what I'm saying +I'ma nice long rhyme on this funky track +You know how we get down, yo +[Verse 1] +Shake your head and say damn (yeah!) +When the words from Big-man +Explode like an ash-can +While DJ Fifty Grand +Kick beats like Van Damme +That fighting ass nigga? +Introducing the supreme Bigga, nigga! +Yes, it's the B +I break with the bonus +Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents +Bucks plug out ya brain +Break your back bone +Send ya back home +Back to the wack zone +Try to underrate the heavy weight +But when I dominate, you couldn’t wait to play me on your tape +Press rewind, maybe two times or three times +Here to rhyme, to blind your mind like Moonshine +Biggie Smalls got bitches in Brazil, boy +Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy +The complete opposite of a kill-joy +Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill, boy +Niggas run up, they say ""Big, I wanna battle ya! +I think I could burn ya!"" from where, Attica? +Look at you, you're shaking like a pair of dice! +And when I rip ya, rob ya, roast ya then you'll say I'm trice! +Man, don't try to gas me or juice me +Smoke you like a loosie +I pack a MAC, you pack a deuce-deuce, G +So press up +Before you messed up +That's your best luck +The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4 +And the tag on your toe will read Derelict +Pass the blunt, I take a hit +Pass the drink, I take a sip +Pass the skins, I take a dip +Pass my loot, before I flip +Man, brother, man, brother man! +I thought you knew the pedigree of the B.I.G +Cut emcees like lumberjacks cutting trees +Rip microphones like Freddy rip kids +Like car rigs do bids +My burner's always there +To the back, to the side, to the front +Smoke a blunt, break ya like Ivana broke Trump +You little young chump +Yeah, reach for your gun +Make sure you get done +Be a ghost like Michael Landon +And the rhyme keeps flowing +Like the rabbit with the drum, I keep going and going +And showing MC's how to flow, yo +I smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo +""Be slow bro! +Slow down before you get slowed down, quick!"" +Which burner you wanna get hit with, pick! +I'm the wrong nigga to be fucking with +So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that hype shit! +[Chorus] +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +[Verse 2] +Lyric enhancement is a must +That's why I bust +Dope raps like a burner bust caps +I'm used to making tracks +That's why my rap sounds like that +I get my props and all my pats on the back +B-I, double G-I-E Smalls +Who the nigga in the place? Watch him fall +Check all the pockets for some loot +Take the girl, knock the boots +If she's cute, I'm the pimp, she's the prostitute +Hey! Sippin' on the heineken +Ain't a rapper finer than +The B.I.G and Fifty Grand +Suckers better try again +Before you get lifted and twisted +You better smoke a spliff, kid I'm gifted +Fill it to the tip, with the dope shit +Nigga, fifty-shot clip to my hip +Skip to my lou, special shout-outs to my crew +Fifty Grand and the OGB flucture through +I'm dynamite, out of sight on the mic +Three and two, Frank got ya sleeping with the night light +So wake up and smell the coffee +You're nothing but a softie +Rappers screaming ""Biggie, get off me!"" +Don't have me go off, G +Cause I'm just lukewarm +And I'm not the type to toot my own horn +But uh, toot toot! +I take my timbo boots +And just lose it +You fucking piece of bowel movement! +My tec got a long clip +Biggie Smalls got the hype shit! +[Chorus] +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +[Outro] +Yo, special shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, y'all know what time it is +My man Fifty Grand, and his man +Ayo, my man Big O in the house, you know what I'm sayin' +Recognize the pedi', that OGB in full effect +I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"On the Real[Produced by Marley Marl] +[Sample] +On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal +[Intro] +Yeah, finally up in this nigga +Let's pay homage to Illmatic +Let's put the crown where it's at 10 years +Never been done this real by nobody +[Verse 1] +To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil +In the categories of stories I breed my sequel +You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's +Monkey see, monkey do, shorty sipping sunny dew +Now it's V.S.O.P. in a Phantom, mad smoky +Murder trees, cruising gat in the stash so it won't poke me +Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010 +Don't make no noise cause we dirty, tell 'em hoes hurry in +We got the room lit up with perfume and mad boom +And there's video taping blooming asses on the zooming lens +Rollin on you nondescript niggas, you're marked for death +Like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggas +Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough +In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili busts +[Interlude] +That verse is ten years old, nine and half years old +Street's Disciple, the rebirth comin at you this year baby, it's on baby +[Verse 2] +To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles +This is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow? +You know the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say +He say, she say, I'm 'bout cheddar, he don't deserve to make +Sipping clear liquor with niggas, that talk sideways +Listening close, to every word in case they violate +Up in the projects Apartment 5D +Spark a lea' it's 'bout the reed, counting everything the block see +We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards +Get it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the hour +Hold in case we gotta rip niggas, loaded +Teflon coated projectiles'll flip niggas +From ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my mans with guns in hand +Police vans, they missed the summers again +[Verse 3] +Yeah, power to the people, death to the phonies +This beast to the mic one two check, y'all fed-e-rallies on me +And they look like you approachin me like how you, homie? +The F.B.I. see only one problem, they try to slump me +After the young black male cause he makes a lot of money +So hustlers make crack sales cause they deprived and hungry +My country hates that I could run free state to state with hunnies +While making cake with real golded plate rims on Humvees +The bush stroker, the kush smoker, nigga +Just when you thought it was over look over your shoulders +I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em slow +Motto no stress, smoking less than I did befo' +You see the kid was broke 'til I spitted vivid expressions +Of hard living ghetto children, of a lesser God +Religion was fast women, expensive cars +Y'all witnessin over 10 years, the best of NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Vendetta[Intro] +Yeah, back from the dead +It's the Rebel I Soldier +I told ya I shall return, yeah +[Verse 1] +Y'all done fucked up, lettin' me live, something's got to give +I'm positive, you're gonna all pay homage +Believe me, I ain't lying down that easy +And that thought applies for those who proud to see me +Through the distraction, I was wounded in action +An act of betrayal, but I knew the assassin +Now I pack a vengeance like Steven Seagal +I'm back from the trenches to even the odds and... +[Chorus] +You hear the rockets red glare? +The bombs bursting in air? +Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight +Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what? +You hear the rockets red glare? +The bombs bursting in air? +Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight +Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what? +[Verse 2] +Y'all better rock y'all hoodies +And hold your girl tight before we pop that pussy +It be so real, I don't need no deal +My mass appeal make a marvel out how he so ill +Y'all time is up, try your luck, y'all wind up +Fucked up, before you even recognize I struck +Roll with the live dozen, got all eyes buzzing +With strong rhymes cousin, been a long time coming +Break your weak links, in the chain, fuck your mink and your reign +Son is lame, plus he thinks it's a game +But, we about to apply the heat (the heat) +And snatch him up out the driver's seat +I put my life on it, post up like who want it +Blast off with the force to send y'all in orbit +Wild like whitey's in the mosh pit, yeah we gon' start shit +Pack 'em down, then corner the market +[Chorus 2] +To all my real MCs +The ones without a deal MCs +The ones who kick the real life music +Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units +To all my real MCs +The ones without a deal MCs +The ones who kick the real life music +Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units +[Verse 3] +For life I'll be underground, their first thought +Was yo, ""How did he survive with no commercial support?"" +Damn right, I miss the corporate politics and tricks +Where the SoundScan is rigged and contracts are fixed +I sit in the pit where the grime exist +Legendary, they still loving my rhymes from '9-6 +Now I'm back, that's my word as I reveal this shit +By choice or by force, y'all gonna feel this shit, ya hear? +[Chorus 3] +Yo, this is all out war +I'm calling on all outlaws +Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart +Who's down for the cause, huh? +Yo, this is all out war +I'm callin' on all outlaws +Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart +Who's down for the cause, huh?" +"​falling 4 me[Chorus] +Hold me, I can't breathe +I don't wanna die, I don't wanna OD +Cup full of lean, pure codeine +Ten lines deep, now I can't see +I don't wanna be this way for good +I don't wanna live the way I should +Born in the 'burbs, but I'm big in the hood +Tell me that I can't, but I know that I could +[Post-Chorus] +I can hear you callin' to me (Yeah) +I can see you're fallin' for me (Yeah) +[Bridge] +I can hear you callin' to me (Yeah) +I can see you're fallin' for me (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Hold me, I can't breathe +I don't wanna die, I don't wanna OD +Cup full of lean, pure codeine +Ten lines deep, now I can't see +I don't wanna be this way for good +I don't wanna live the way I should +Born in the 'burbs, but I'm big in the hood +Tell me that I can't, but I know that I could22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Power MovesIts time to make power moves and get the chedda +And buy the real nice things that makes life betta +No foolish acts, moves must be clever +Im down for whatever, I gotta blow son, is now or never +I walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded wit rocks +Hustlin on hot corners that be smuggled wit cops +I was sworn for harlem, true roach don +Word bond, we leave mics torn +Yall brothers slept too long, now its on +L Corleone will neva fly +Records are forever hot +Front on me you better not +I keep the barreta cocked +This goes out to my people's up town +Downtown, mid town, across town, and outta town +You see me flossin often, at all the club sites +At the bars buyin crystalls like they bud lights +My style is hard like strong lumber +Dime pieces get the digits chicken heads get the wrong number +Yo I announce spacks +When I get busy over bounce tracks +Droppin lethal raps so wack so I can count stacks +I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block +Hunnies thats very hot +And sent to the mary yacht +95 was a beautiful year for L +Now I'm back and all the ladies still cheer for L +Whatever I write is gonna be tight +Cuz if makin hits is wrong I dont wanna be right +Never the less, the east is were my crew rest +We bust caps that go through vests +We only do what we do best +And thats triple than you riddle men +Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend +I like drop tops when its hot +I like lands when its snowy +Bank account is fat like Joey +Im not very religious you wouldn't call me holy +Sometimes my hairs corn row, sometimes its froly +Spark up the you know what +Pop the moey +L stay flossin, presidential doughly +Yall brothers know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links +Shorties hittin me with eyewinks as I buy drinks +And every girl I got looks like a model +If you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto +Uptown is my home, and where I roam +I stand alone, Big L Cornleone got a song +Sellin weight in and outta state to generate cake +The one jakes hate +Got homicide runnin out of yellow tape +I pack toast with infra red scopes, I turn crews to dead folks +If yall fellas is playas, Im the head coachEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Mr. Sandman[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry] +This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream) +Serious, the craziest, da-da +(Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream) +Day-da, danger, dangerous style +[Verse 1: RZA] +Lyrical shots from the Glock +Bust bullet holes on the charts +I want the number one spot +What's the science? I'm a giant +New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence +Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in +Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden +Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney +But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney +Remedy for stress is three bags of sess +A day at my rest playin' chess, yes +My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn +When you ain't lookin', I take the queen with the rook then +I get vexed, layin' phat tracks on Ampex +Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X +Ballantine's, I got more love than Valentine +The violent mind, I blast wit' a silent nine +[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & Method Man] +My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short +Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off +Powerful poetry pushed past the point of no return +Leavin' mics with third-degree burns +Let me at 'em, I grip your style like a spasm +Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em +We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores +And I be raw, for four score plus seven more +I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail +Electrifyin' like the third rail +Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus +Wu-Tang! Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit' +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Hot time, summer in the city +My people represent, get busy +The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchen +I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin', listen +Enemy is the industry, got me flippin' +I don't give a fuck! Tell that bitch and her nigga +I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases +Desert Stormin', I be searchin' for oasis +As I run a mile wit' a racist +Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard wit' a bullet +Peace to the number seven +Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven +[Chorus: Method Man & Blue Raspberry] +Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream +I don't know what's going on, if you can take us there +[Verse 4: Streetlife] +Yo, watch me bang the headpiece, there's no survival +My flow lights up the block like a homicidal +Murder, underground beef for the burger +P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of +I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch +I shit, runnin' through bitches like Emmitt Smith +Caution, niggas best to be careful crossin' +The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin +Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however +Peep this — my nigga Kase lives forever +[Verse 5: Carlton Fisk] +What evil lurks in the heart of men? +It be the Shadow, street-life, flowin' again +I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure +Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door +The dread tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck +Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tech +Just when I said, ""Where the fuck's the C.R.E.A.M.?"" +Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16 +He tried to cock it, blast three shots like rockets +Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket +My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage +(The nigga tried to stab you, God!) but I dodged it +Niggas said, ""Carlton, you's a ill motherfucker"" +'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other +And I'm out +[Chorus: Blue Raspberry] +Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream +Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream +[Outro: Method Man & RZA] +You know what I'm sayin'? +Tical" +"Last Day[Hook: repeat 2X] +When it's my last day, then it's my last day +But until that day, you can't take away +How they scream my name, how I pimp this game +Critically acclaimed, until my last day +[Lil' Kim] +Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'mma be here +Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer +I'mma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair +Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain +Golden gates, and the brass water fountain +'Til my last day, I'm goin hard +And I ain't slowin up, 'til the Heliport's in my back yard +'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card +'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I'm from +'Til I show you how it's done, show you why I'm number one +'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet +'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check +'Til I'm at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher +With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah +In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker +'Til I'm with Jehovah it ain't over 'til it's over +[Hook] +[Lil' Kim] +Besides God, what the fuck should I fear? +The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror +I built my career on, blood sweat and tears +And I'm still here, gettin stronger each year +Cause what don't kill me, could only help build me +I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy +If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty +If you was missin a spine you'd still have to feel me +Some came and went but your girl is everlasting +'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping) +And niggas droppin tears on my Versace casket +And I'm, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened? +Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion +By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick +Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine +This is God's plan homey, it ain't mine +[Hook] +[Lil' Kim] +Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb +And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be +The big Q.B., the problem in Prada +The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become +I been hated on many times, adored and idolized +Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line +It's all there in black and white, read it and weep +I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street +Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day +My actions spoke louder than whatever they say +Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time +So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind +So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics +I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets +Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome +I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me +[Hook]" +"Fuck Me Till I Die[Action Bronson] +Bronsolini, Hugginatti, Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rim +[J-love] +J-Love son, the gangster ass dj ass nigga son you know that nigga son +[Action Bronson] +Pussy tight, ass like a leather shoe, chilling on the stoop with a special brew +Mickey D’s she’s never seen a vegetable but she knows how to hum on the testicles (huhhuhh) +Foreign helmet, Turkish breakfast, hot pearl necklace on her breastes (ahhh) +Got her drooling like a retard lapses (aaoaouu) now the shorty told me i should enter through her neck kid +40s to the ring love kissing asshole top by the feet with the lasso +Hit her with a little dick Rhonda with the cash flow +She can take 7 brothers no hassle +[Meyhem Lauren] +Holla back, back of your throat and all that, Yeah +Whats good with your mouth, let me borrow ya mouth for a minute +[Meyhem Lauren] +Nasty girl come let me hit it Jay Steelz next nigga gotta get it +Smash that thrust thrust pass its all good about to throw my fist in her ass +Punch her in the face, put her in a headlock, give her children out of wedlock +Couple bastards running around, make this bitch go down +[ Jay Steelz] +Imma fuck her to death,fuck her in the ass +Imm fuck her to death, I’m gonna take her up the ass one time Were gonna fuck her to death +[ Jay Steelz] +Marijuana bake it blowing skama naked with a dominatrix +All her clothes designer(leather), everything finer +Imm wine her and dine her and 69 her +Then kiss her rim like Harold Miner +Slap her soft then pinch harder +Stick my arm in the rim like Vince Carter +Pull her hair and suck her titty ain't no fucking with me +When the game starting +Tip off above the rim like Dwayne Martin +Just give me a beat and ill supply the story +Tell you how she used to eat like a suppository +(She got it in her asshole) like a car with no gas +She stay on E, lay on me, she gay for tree +All she want to do is pass me dro +I love a nasty hoe to lick up my pistachio(thats my nut) +I say I’m a chef to arouse a date +Im serving 2 things tube steak and trouser snake (that dick) +I want a bitch to hold a hammer yo +Right next to the work up in the camel toe (she wants that dick) +And when I’m fucking famished +She punch me in the mouth with a mouse knuckle sandwich +No cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese +[Karim Fonda] +She ain't a nasty girl she a dumb ass kid +She shit a brick when she seen me jizz +Blew it back like a gust of wind, tapped her jaw shit bust her chin +She gave me head and a piece of her mind +And she hating on the one Dontiva Divine uh +She knows its a waste of time but the memories bitter, taste the lime +She jerk me off with the fluid stroke and she use dish soap for the extra glide +That was back when my money could press rewind +Back when the stable had fresh behind +Genitals were at the barbarian prime +Tearing up butt i was on my grind +Now I’m looking for a brand new groupie +A nasty girl with a butt that could bouff me +[J-Love] +Thats right baby,yeah you little bitch,you make that mouth,TRAMP +[J-Love] +Wild barbarian open bitch like caesarean hold too much meat never vegetarian +Chicks miss the J-love the packing district +Beside him went mystic fuck so explicit +Orgasm wizard 6 flags roaring rapids +Ignoring Hiv just ask Magic +Always riding thoroughbred apple dub jockey +Dick slapstick Wayne Gretzky hockey +You know its big papi i slide in Dominicans +Keep ass on reservation Foxwood Indians +Glorious sperm discharge in esophagus +So preposterous tits so monstrous +Phenomenal rub down twat water drown +Vagina monologues cum on your night gown +Alize négligée sour diesel hennesy +Volcano eruptions cum sucking entreesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Veteran’s Memorial[Verse 1] +Memories play back like film +I flash back we was little niggas living most real +1989's when we first met +We first clicked over convo gettin twisted +In dun gram earth crib cutting outta school +Watching cable it seemed like the over day +Through the eyes of a stranger we was kids +But in our own minds we was grown mens +Outside on the block we would play the bench +And y'all play the rock every chance y'all got +As I sat back and just watched +Hey, what can I say? +The same back then as I am today +I can recall me, Jamil and Jamal +In the room drinking straight vodka with they moms +When I walk home with the big nefertiti charm +Back with the light blue camoflauge suit god +Me and Hav' doing it hard trying to get on +We sample songs on the box with record and pause +Killa B didn't even get his first firearm +And I was still holding one shot derringers +[Chorus] +Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist +Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce +Sometimes I see a chick walking past with ya kids +Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-fifth +All the shit that we been through it boils to this? +Dun, I wish we could start it all over again +[Verse 2] +95 we on top touring the states +A lotta times we even took the click overseas +Came along way from the hallway +Sitting in the staircase with bacardi +Bring the honeycomb speaker outside to bang +While we would share drinks with the other that came +Triple L stayed taking they cash in dice games +Killa Black grew to keep an ice grill, dun was not playin' +Yammy, the most infamous told me one day +'Put the bogies down 'fore I pound you out P' +But it was all love, we was each others duns +We held each other down, borrowed each other guns +Its hard to believe that niggas so strong +Could die so easily forever be gone +I could still feel the wet of your palm against mine +Cause we did our hand shake all the time +Why it have to be your time to go and not mines? +Spilled tears contemplating to my delf cryin' +All the laughs we shared and fights we had +All the nights we would get nice, damn +Plates of food we split in half +I dedicate the rest of my life to all my niggas that passed +[Chorus] +Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist +Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce +Sometimes I see a chick walking past with ya kids +Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-fifth +All the shit that we been through it boils to this? +Dun, I wish we could start it all over again +[Outro] +What's the fuckin' deal, motherfuckin' Scarface nigga, killer for Bean, Fugi, Gooey, I can't take no more nigga, Corey, Black Ed, the fuck, knahmsayin'? I'll Will burnin' +Harry, fuck yo, I can't take no more man +Frankie, Spank, whattup man? Straight up +My grandmoms man, my granddad man +Grandma Brooks, straight up my pops man +Straight up man, that's it +All my dead, all my dead +Man, the little babies man, no more man +Abortion babies man, I can't take no more man +I'll never forget you, all my dead it's all love man +Motherfuckin' Yambo, in a minute, we'll be there +Motherfuckin' Yammy, straight up, I can't wait +You was my strength nigga, I miss y'all +I can't believe you gone nigga +(You was supposed to be right here) +What the fuck happened? +Ain't nobody else goin' away man +You ain't takin' nuttin' else from me man +Nobody can't take nuttin' else from me man, that's it +I dare you! Come try, it's over man +You can't take nuttin' else from us yo +That's my word, I put my life on it I'll be next nigga, straight up +I'll stand up for that +'Cause ain't none of my niggas goin', that's enough +We had enough +It's the Veteran's Memorial right here man +Straight up, man +We love y'all, one loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Lil Wayne’s TattoosA body map of Lil Wayne's tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left +Right Face: +I Am Music +Orléans +Teardrops +5Boro Pigeon +Deathwish Skateboards Logo +Left Face: +Misunderstood +Lucky Me +Teardrop +3 Dots +TUNE +999 +Eyes: +Fear God +Forehead: +Cross +C +Baked +Lips: +Smiley Face +Neck: +Weezy +Blessed +Baby +Lucky me +Sikk Fukk +Soo Woo +Chest: +CashMoney +Bang Bang +M.O.B. (Cause they breed envy) +Life's a gamble +DAMU +5 stars +Sikk Fuck +Angel Wings +Stomach +17 +Apple Eagle +BM JR +R.I.P. TB +Red Skull +Back: +Give me the patience that I need to keep my peace of mind... +New Orleans Bloods +Map Of Louisiana +Skull +Right Arm: +BABY +9-27-82 +Power +In Memory of Rabbit: It's Up to Me +504 +Left Arm: +Rolls Royce +SLIM +Thugged +ESPN +Right Hand: +Trigger +HOT +Concrete +SQAD +A Gun +Shake Junt +Skateboard +Left Hand: +The World +BOY +Street +Shit +Trina +Right Leg: +Young Money +""Lucky Me"" verse +Left Leg: +Belfast10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Easy Rider[Produced By: Party Supplies] +[Verse 1] +Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat +Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel +I'm leaned back with the Les Paul +Shit I smoke is like cholesterol +Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival +The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call +Best believe that there was neck involved +Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab +Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains +Started running with the stallions +Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys +Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need +Rockin' very loose pants, yeah +Rockin' very loose pants, yeah +Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower +Before I die, take a hot shower +[Hook 1] +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +[Verse 2] +By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz +With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick +I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious +Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser +A little machine to make espresso +I heard your bitch still wears Ecko +Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco +Live from the Expo, it's me +I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center +Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner +I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans +Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin +Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team) +Bite the eel by the dozen +[Verse 3] +Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand +Except this toy cost 80 grand +And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been +Just from writing words with a pen +Tell the pilot ""Land the plane,"" on Roosevelt and Main +Put a jacuzzi on the seven train +And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face +I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste +The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches +We got twin MAC-11s with the features +Shit you barely got sneaker money +So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny +You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya +(I can't hear ya) +You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya +[Verse 4] +The Magic Johnson of the game +These lames don't want to play with me +Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me +I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see +It's me +[Hook 2] +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +Ride the Harley into the sunset +[Guitar Outro: Curt Chambers]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"8 iz Enuff (Demo Version)[Big L] +Ayyo folks who quote what I wrote get choked +You better surrender before you get smoked +You niggas be thinkin’ this kid is a joke? +I put chumps to rest fast when my Smith-Wes’ blast +So jus’ dash or trespass and get your chest smashed +Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews +Don’t get me pissed, I got a short fuse +I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk +So stay alert, no smoke ‘cause these knuckles hurt +I’m from the alley not the valley +I’m hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry +And fuck Sally, I’d rather marry Halle +I revive crowds with live styles +Don’t hang with jive pals +Adiós, ghost, I’m five thous’ +[Terra] +Flave it’s always easy for new bait +Taken here to groove quake +Make ya more addictin’ than tube steak +‘Cause when I work a line, nobody’s jerkin’ mine +So bring the noise an’ I’ll poison like turpentine +This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter +Ass rubber, your rhymes left trash gutter +I’ll leave chumps done, don’t come with some junk son +‘Cause I’m makin’ flave niggas cool for consumption +I’m more rare, the MC in this warfare +Put you in a morgue where it’s too late for that lord prayer +Power struck, Terra drops the follow up +Sour luck, niggas got popped an’ swallowed nut +[Herb McGruff] +On the mic, I rip the scene right +Terra just caught wreck, so I guess I got the green light +Niggas know about Herb McGruff +I’m on some murder stuff +And when I talk every verb is rough +MCs are live but I’m mad liver +Ayyo my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver +Step to this an’ get sliced with ease +Ate up like rice an’ peas +(Herb can you fight?) Yo I’m nice with these +Put up your dukes, then me an’ you cook raw +‘Cause I stand tall an’ kick ass like a football +Microphones I gotta tear +Peace to Big L, straight from hell +I’m the fuck up outta here +[Buddah Bless] +Ayyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic +Herb passed it, now I’ma melt the mic like it's plastic +I rag crews ‘cause I'm bad news +In a mad move I'm servin’ brothers quicker than fast food +Step to this an’ get your body blown +‘Cause I'm a no maricón for poems and slidin’ hotties home +Here's some advice, I'm mad nice +Ayyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice +And cold take a fag's life +My swellin’ melon got niggas gellin’ +Ayyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin niggas lives like a felon +[Big Twan] +Yo I’m bustin’ chumps like a Glock ten, when I drops in +The top ten is rocked when it's locked in +I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow +Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill ya show +I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid +No frail kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail +Yeah and I’m nasty, too nasty to trash me +Bash me, ayyo, that's dead, so don't ask me +You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off +I never come soft, I gotta pump that’s sawed off +And when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out +For dissin’, you’ll come up missin’, like a cub scout +[Killa Kam] +Rappers be funny like flesh ‘cause they sections say they slaughter son +Talk about nines an’ tecs an’ never shot a water gun +But Killa Kam I get erratic when it comes to static +There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic +Increase the peace that cease ‘cause once I release +My crew from the east, we leavin’ at least +Twenty police deceased, it’s the beast on attack +So make tracks, I break backs +I jack with def gats an’ black macs +On Lenox Ave. ain’t no light looks, you fight crooks +Left an’ right hooks, if you front, get your life took +[Trooper J] +I'm havin’ nail sharp pains in my brain like a hell raiser +I'm blazin’ trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer +Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin’ but lead +Boom bye-bye then find another batty boy dead +In backyard alleys, but I call ‘em crackyard valleys +And I pack more rallies than riots back in Cali +And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse +I'm in a daze and I'm so confused +From seein’ heads shake so many times the lead make +And Mike Boogie's next up to keep my head straight +[Mike Boogie] +I should never rhyme ‘cause every time I step into a contest +Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat +‘Cause they know when I start droppin poems +That I be knockin’ domes, poppin’ bones and sendin’ niggas hoppin’ home +Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this +So if you're comin’ to see me, nigga, bring a cast an’ crutches +And niggas, I don’t need a gun for you, none of you +‘Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my number two +And it's death in every paragraph +And niggas learn when I burn they motherfuckin’ ass to ash +No need to question am I nice, ‘cause it's a fact friend +I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a mac ten +And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed +And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike +Now I'm ‘bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin’ it tough +Peace to Big L, ayyo, eight is enoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Don’t Turn Around[Intro: Cappadonna] +Yo, I wanna dedicate this song right here +To everybody that feel like giving up +Thought it was too rough for you or whatever +There's no turning around, there's no looking back +Chase your dreams, do what you gotta do +I got your back +[Cappadonna] +Picture me turning around, cuz I'm already set +In the game, and I'm holding it down +I went from, rags to riches, riches to rags +From Baltimore to Staten Island, slums, driving in cabs +Never gave up on my dreams as a young teen, serving the fiends +On my block with my Puma's and jeans +Been many places in the world, used to be out in Queens +Me and my China, AB, my doola since rock +A couple years before Biggie and Pac +I remember stashing cracks in my little shoebox +Now I'm back on the grind, claiming a spot +On tour with Ghostface, I love it alot +Me and my whole team hungry still stuck in the grot +Rather be out in the streets than being stuck in the box +What up, I just here linger with my two foots up +I don't have to play the six, now, I be in the cut +I be lamping like a lamp post, you loving my touch +Crack smiles at the hoodrats, they cracking they Dutch +And it's music I for soul, that's why I'm never gonna give it up +[Interlude: Q-Dini] +That's right, you can't afford to give it up, cuz +Don't turn around, ain't no looking back, you know +This is the better life movement right here, you know +Ain't nothing back there for us, we gotta learn +From the things we did in our past, gotta push forward, you heard? +[Cappadonna] +There just ain't no turning around, no matter what happen +Gotta push forward, knew my vision was clear ever since I first saw it +Used to carry a stacks, but now I can't afford it +It get real in my life, that's why I camcord it +Sometimes I'm down on my luck, but I always fought it +Constantly moving, I'mma keep climbing up the ladder +Locking the evil out until my pockets get fatter +Helping momma love, cuz you know that's how I do it +And when my babies call, man, you know I jump to it +And ain't no looking back, don't forget in past sentence +Stay focused, maybe I can push another Benz +Up on the radio, get a little more spins +I keep writing cuz I'm feeling like I got the wins +If I ain't home, probably next door at Trina Kim's +Thinking about investing time into our future +Still carry the torch and sing a song for Luther +And through the process, I'mma steady, keep love my neighbor +And give thanks, Jesus Christ, be my lord and savior +[Interlude: Cappadonna] +Uh-huh, yo, this one right here is for everybody +That thought they couldn't make it +Want to give up on their dreams, yeah +Don't even worry about it, yo, it's gon' get better +Just don't look back, man +[Cappadonna] +Yo, it's no more turning around, Popa Al told me +Keep on holding the crown, I got my two feet +Posted on solid ground, I know my daughter look nice in an African gown +And for my seeds, yo, believe me, I'mma keep it popping +I told ya'll before, quit can never be my option +This one's for Bill Cosby Jr. and my man Cochran +That's why I'm putting my heart, into another doctrine +And still giving my best, that's why I'm steady rocking +Loving my people, while I'm thinkin' bout Christmas shopping +Throwing darts cuz we try'nna keep these albums dropping +I ain't selling no crack and I ain't picking cotton +Get a nine to five, what? Man, you think I'm stopping? +I'm going hard for my people, gone not forgotten +[Outro: Cappadonna (Q-Dini)] +Yo, Dini? (What up) +Yo, remember you used to be chasing them cars, man +In the streets (I'm saying them days is over for me, daddy) +I hear that (remember them days, when you used to come through +To cut through the building, with the get ya on your side +With the fucking...) Mask on... yeah, son +Them days is behind me, I'm saved now +(So I guess it's safe to say, we gon' move forward with this) +Until them future songs, with a new psalm +(Trying to Cappatilize) Off of everything we doingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Same Thing[Intro: Lil Juice] +(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) +[Verse 1] +I been the type of guy she like since middle school +Never thought that I'd get famous, always know that I'd be cool +Could've been fucked on shawty, I just didn't wanna be rude +Eliantte diamonds, I want the finest for your jewels +And my hitter 'dem be slidin', don't put cameras on my crew +I ain't doin' too bad, I'm somebody, you can Google me +I ain't never worried 'bout what they say that they gon' to do me +I just put in overtime, I'm doin' numbers like it's two of me +That was back then, times change, this a newer me +Money conversations at the table, I speak fluently +Stay away from bad vibes, I can't see no nigga doing me +Still give a couple thousand, even though she would of did it free +They don't treat me like no rapper 'cause my vibe like I'm in the streets +I'm one of the top five, it ain't too many guys as real as me +I barely get sleep, I'm tryna make sure everybody eats +Took a trip to overseas, I'm buyin' drip in other currencies +I'm on fire right now, and it ain't somethin' that's just currently +And a bitch told a lie if she told you she was curvin' me +And we all big dawgs, ain't gon' let my people work for me +911, we got a problem, it's an emergency, yeah +[Chorus] +I heard that crime pays (Uh) +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing +I heard that crime pays +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing +[Verse 2] +Lately, I been diggin' your vibe +I can tell by the look in your eyes +That you need to get some shit off your mind +I give you my time, give you jets in the sky +Have you runnin' 'round in laps for me +I perform, when I'm done, you should clap for me +You got problems on your head, you can chat with me +Have you runnin' around the globe chasing racks with me +M's in plastic, sometimes I'm sarcastic +I just like to hear laughter, tryna ease all this pain +Took off fast, I know they hate how I passed 'em +Don't gotta be in the grave, they throwin' dirt on your name, yeah +[Chorus] +I heard that crime pays, uh +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing +I heard that crime pays +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Be My Bitch[Intro: 50 Cent] +Shawty say she straight, can't wait till tonight to turn her out babe +Take her to a different world, get her baby girl +[Verse 1] +[Brevi](50 Cent) +I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby) +We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay +[50 Cent] +Take her ass downtown, in my Bentley drop top show her all around +Later when we get back we can show her how we live +Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib +[Hook 1] +[Brevi] +Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need +You can be my bitch +[50 Cent] +You can be my bitch +[Brevi] +You can be my bitch +You can be my bitch +I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top +I'm gonna give you everything that I got +You can be my bitch +[50 Cent] +You can be my bitch +[Brevi] +You can be my bitch +You can be my bitch +[Verse 2] +[50 Cent] +My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing +Why would I complain shes everything to me man +We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing +Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard +Great sex latex I'm playing my part +Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking +Until its damn near breaking +I can tell you from the get go +So you know how this shit go +This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental +I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into +If your not into her your into me and well still get u +[Hook 2] +[Brevi] +Right when we get to the crib step right in +Boy you know what they say +You can be my bitch +Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need +You can be my bitch +[50 Cent] +You can be her bitch +[Brevi] +You can be my bitch +You can be my bitch +[Brevi] +You can be my bitch +You can be my bitch +I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top +I'm gonna give you everything that I got +You can be my bitch +[50 Cent] +You can be her bitch +[Brevi] +You can be my bitch +You can be my bitch +[Verse 3] +[50 Cent] +I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby +I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha +Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK +But when I come back you know that's how its going down +Well be back up in this bitch passing her around +You don't want me just to play my roll +You don't want me to come take control +You don't want me to move in too slow +You just wanna see me run this show +Lets go lets go lets go +[Hook 1 X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Ghetto University[Intro] +All of the lights, lights, all of the lights +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +All of the lights +All of the lights, all of the lights +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Something wrong, I hold my head +MJ gone, our nigga dead +I slapped my girl, she called the feds +I did that time and spent that bread +I'm heading home, I'm almost there +I'm on my way, heading up the stairs +To my surprise, a nigga replacing me +I had to take him to that ghetto university +[Chorus: Kanye West] +(All of the lights) Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights +Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) +Fast life, drug life, thug life +Rock life, stripper life +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Restraining order, can't see my daughter +Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order +Public visitation, we met at Borders +Told her she take me back, I'll be more supportive +I made mistakes, I bumped my head +The courts sucked me dry, I spent that bread +She need her daddy, baby, please +Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university +[Chorus: Kanye West] +(All of the lights) Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights +Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) +Fast life, drug life, thug life +Rock life, stripper life (All of the lights) +[Bridge: Kid Cudi] +Gettin' mine, baby +Gotta let these niggas know, yeah +Gettin' right, babe +You should go and get ya own +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +[Outro] +I am rich and I am brilliant" +"Who U Rep With[Verse 1 - Nas] +Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss +Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north +Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist +Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis +Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click +Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk +How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts +Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest +They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias +Various calls were made up for awarin' us +The D's in the marked vans and cabs +In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty +Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thotties +Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out +Thug babies, famous in they strollers +Before they walk they knew the hood talk +It's in the air of New York +So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up +Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home +Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out +Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out +[Hook] +Yo them niggas that wanted beef before +Don't want no beef no mo +Now that they know who I rep with +QB NIGGA!!! +Who I rep with +QB NIGGA!!! (repeat) +[Verse 2 - 50 Cent] +Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high +Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got jabbed in da eye +Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'mma get ya +On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya +You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya +After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya +Peep how I use words to paint pictures +Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya +Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson +Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' +Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats +Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina +Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her +This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level +Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel +It's that real +[Hook] +[Verse 3 - Bravehearts] +[Millennium Thug] +Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war +I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw +You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout +Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out +Smack your man down, you ran off +I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you +I put four, QB rugged and raw +I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats +Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it +Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it +Forever, whatever whatever get gully +Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off +Break ya'll clowns off +Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be +Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me +[Horse] +I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark +QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts +I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats +Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats +[Jungle] +How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back +When trucks backfire, I bust back +How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back +Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats +When we come around da front, stop +[Wiz] +Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped +When guns pop, who's tellin' +Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT +Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome +Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home +Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep +Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak +Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up +Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"No Label[Intro] +DY Krazy +Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings +Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch +Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs +Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go +[Verse 1] +We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up +And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs +When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up +When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough +And we ain't talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up +And I don't want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough +You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough +You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough +I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart +Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark +You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' +You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far +And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car +You was kinda mad I hang with murderers +Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star +Instagram famous, but you not a star +[Chorus] +Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you +While them other niggas tried to play you +Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— +I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label +I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband +I don't want a label +[Verse 2] +You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none +I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von +Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun +I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, ""Store run"" +I know a couple divas, that's still a secret +The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it +This shit was never easy, I move strategic +Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome +Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky +Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect +Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty +Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me +That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 +Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent +Big Backwood, sat back and burned it +I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah +[Chorus] +Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you +While them other niggas tried to play you +Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— +I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label +I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband +I don't want a label5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Social DrugsThese social drugs [x3] +(Verse 1) +Afraid to address the reality before me +To proud to confess that I'm addicted to a lie +So I seek temporary feeling +To replace reality +Though the truth is telling me I have died +But I've been taught to numb it +Sedated, don't confront it +I hate it when I find out +That I can't get what I wanted +This emotional tantrum +Has become sort of an anthem playing every time I need to take a little trip +To hide this condemnation +I'll find a combination +Of man-made stimulation +To deny my situation +Now this unreality +Is distorting what I see +Reporting back to me +A sense of false security +So in my imagination +I must find a recreation +Desperately in search of ways +To alter my sensation +There's no equilibrium +Inebriated till I'm numb +Intoxicated until I'm dumb +To avoid confrontation +These social drugs +Messing with my mind +These social drugs +Telling me I'm fine +(Verse 2) +Now this chemical analogy +Is our emotional reality +These political, traditional +And ethnical stimulants +And social etiquette +Won't let us be too upset +With the way things really are +You're told to camouflage regret +In a religious structure +Tells us God wants us to suffer +To support a situation we all know is obligation +And if you shun the complication +They'll just gun your reputation +Like mob intimidation +To enforce participation +See they need to keep us fiends +To their lies and broken schemes +And if you find another means +You're told you're being too extreme +And if you wanted to get clean +They'll just pull those social strings +Holding up their social nose +Defying noble things +Now we're all stuck in tradition +Unable to state opposition +Too afraid to contradict +The expectations of the system +Oh and the harsh reality +Is they made grace for you and me +Instead of saving you and me +They're just enslaving you and me +These social drugs +These social drugs +These social drugs +These social drugs +Know what I mean +Know what I mean +These social drugs +These social drugs [7x] +Know what I mean +These social drugs +Messing with my mind +These +Telling me I'm fine +These +Messing with my head +These social drugs +Wanting me dead +Know what I mean" +"Dirty DancinYou know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth +Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit +Know damn well! +I remember when we used to go down to the creek +Member when we used to go down to the creek? +And used to dip your head in the water? +Everybody thought you had it in you, you know +You used to jump out the water +The water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy +What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy +Clean out my vocals +Yeah, I said YEAH +I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh +Chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo +C'mon baby baby, baby, baby +Baby, baby, baby, c'mon! +Superlogical this, superlogical that +I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap +I elect myself President MC +My career so intelligent, unique physique +Then with mathematics, not democratic +Static, topic, Asiatic +Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl... +Bring it on back +Superlogical this, superlogical that +I detect your dialect by the way you rappp! +I elect myself President MC +My career so intelligent, unique physique +Doin mathematics and I'm not democratci +No static, topic, I'm Asiatic +See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal... +Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty +Get your weight up, don't take me lightly +Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness +It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard +MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas +My gammmmme, to kick your ass +Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh! +Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh! +Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin +On the industry that was frontin now they missin +What everybody else is gettin +Cuz they wasn't representin the real... +...appeal, like me and, old time +When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine? +Be the original G +Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be +You are now in my trance +You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy +You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy +And sleeeeppieeerrrrr +And sleepy, and sleepy +This one here's for my people, my people +Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel +Part two, for me and the cipher troop +With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through +With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what? +You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin +Straight from the beginning, of the game +All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain +Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA +Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger +The hardware, choose the hardware +Ask you a question, test the Ason +Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one +Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the... +Ohhhh.... +Here I go, aauhhh +Yeahhh... +(shit that makes me high)" +"Wit Me[Intro] +Know what I'm sayin'? (Cook that shit up, Quay) +Studio [way?], know what I'm sayin'? I got the bros in this motherfucker with me +Know what I'm sayin'? Couple hoes runnin' 'round +Know what I'm sayin'? My ho' gon' kill me when she hear that +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Chorus] +You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off) +Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off) +Told the bros ""Give me me a minute, we gon' take off"", yeah +We gon' take off +[Verse 1] +Back and forth like tennis, got a condo up in Lennox (Lennox) +Bitches all in my business (Business) +Mad they can't get this drip in (Drip in) +But it's okay (Okay) +Told my niggas it'd be okay (Okay) +I got Travis in here with me (With me), and Mackie in here with me (With me) +I got Marlo in here with me (With me), and C.N.O.T.E. in here with me (With me) +I got DT in here with me (With me), got Tito in here with me (With me) +Got [Dido ?] in here with me, all my niggas comin' with me +It's okay, oh (It's okay, oh) +All my niggas, we gon' play ball (We gon' play ball) +On the block we makin' plays, dawg (Plays, dawg) +We tryna get us a milli', we tryna get us a milli' +We tryna get us a million for our daughters and our sons (Sons), yeah +We don't play with none you niggas (No niggas) +We don't play with none you bitches (No bitches) +I'ma run me up them digits (Them digits) +Then split it with my niggas (Yeah) +[Chorus] +You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off) +Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off) +Told the bros ""Give me me a minute, we gon' take off"", yeah +We gon' take off +[Verse 2] +Fold a nigga up, matchbook +Two-thousand dollars each foot +I can tell they mad by they looks +They can't understood what we doin' +My jeweler call me ""Sonny"" the way I play it off (Play it off) +Diamonds on me, bangin' like I play ball (Play ball) +All these niggas throwin' like I don't play at all (Play at all) +I don't play at all (Play at all), I don't play at all (Play at all) +I go hard for my team (My team) +I really had a dream (My dream) +Most days I'm Martin Luther King (King), with some zips in my jeans (My jeans) +I was servin' to the fiends on a daily basis, yeah (Daily basis), on a daily basis +My niggas, they got cases (They cases), I swear, I hope they hope they beat 'em (Beat 'em) +Lord knows, they need they freedom (Freedom) +Got us sellin' all this reefer (Reefer) +'Cause these lawyers got fees, and we still gotta eat (I eat) +Every night I hit my knees (I do, I do), thank God for blessin' me (I do) +It's okay, dawg (Okay, dawg) +Told my niggas ""It's okay, y'all"" (Okay, y'all) +[Chorus] +You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off) +Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off) +Told the bros ""Give me me a minute, we gon' take off"", yeah +We gon' take off +[Outro] +Do this for my niggas, all my niggas comin' with me +We got choppers, we got semis +We got .40s with extensions +Free all of my dawgs, can't wait 'til they come home +Can't wait to put 'em on +Give 'em fifty racks or moreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Hittaz[Chorus] +Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning +Don't get hit up +My niggas chilling, my killas itching +Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping +In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz +Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning +Don't get hit up +My niggas chilling, my killas itching +Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping +In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz +[Verse 1] +Hittaz, I call them hittaz +Don't get hit up on the lam, that's 64th +My niggas in it doing drills, I wake up early +That's when they slippin' +Say no lackin', that's when they lackin' +I love that feel of niggas leaking +These niggas cheesy, shoutout to Reese can't relate +Fuck niggas they hate, hit 'em with that A or that Glock'a +I'm on my block'a, FN go frr-aah +That mini chopper, knock off his topper +L'z up, don't pick no shells up +That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case +That mean no topper, L's up, don't pick no shells up +That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case +That mean no topper +[Chorus] +Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning +Don't get hit up +My niggas chilling, my killas itching +Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping +In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz +Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning +Don't get hit up +My niggas chilling, my killas itching +Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping +In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz +[Verse 2] +OTF, I ride for them +Angelo, I'd die for him +3hunnit, did time for them +Fuck niggas, no time for them +Catch a opp, make that 30 pop, eat that mind of his +Free Rex, bro just doing that time for shit, that savage shit +I told my hittaz they get locked up then I got em +Can't no nigga in the jam say I'm a liar +Real nigga, I'm loyal when I'm grinding, I'mma start a riot +These niggas hate me, ride into a AP +Clips on KD, free Law, free T, white range like D +These bitches love me, these niggas copy +Throw them L'z up for them hittaz +[Chorus] +Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning +Don't get hit up +My niggas chilling, my killas itching +Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping +In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz +Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning +Don't get hit up +My niggas chilling, my killas itching +Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping +In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Money On My Mind[Intro] +Yeah +Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah) +Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah) +Money on my mind, money on my mind (That's right) +Money—money on my mind +So money is all I think of (That's right) +Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch) +Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know) +M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch) +Money—money on my mind (Bitch) +Money—money on my mind +So money is all I think of (Ayy) +Yeah +[Verse 1] +Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah) +I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish +Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr) +Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah) +Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit +Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick +I know +But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp +Then like ranch, I dip (Gone) +And the hustle is all muscle, just strength +When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two) +I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah) +Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist +Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha) +I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah) +Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market +If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin' +[Chorus] +Yeah +Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah) +Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah +Get money, fuck bitches +Fuck bitches, get money +Fuck bitches, get money +[Verse 2] +Yeah +Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh) +In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow +What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time +Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah) +Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops +Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch) +Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?) +He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah) +Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave +Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah) +These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch) +I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn) +I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah) +That cake, like it's, it's my birthday +New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me? +Where money's more important than a person, nigga +[Chorus] +Yeah +Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches +Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah +Get money, fuck bitches +Fuck bitches, get money +Fuck bitches, get money +[Verse 3] +Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay) +I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay) +I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah) +There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh) +I'm just bein' modest (Yeah) +Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch) +She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah) +Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me +That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah) +Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you +I make it run like horses do (Uh) +Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah) +I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah) +I love it, I fuckin' love it +I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah) +Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin' +Pistol on my lap on the way to the money +[Chorus] +Yeah +Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches +Get money, get money, get money, yeah +Get money, fuck bitches +Fuck bitches, get money +Fuck bitches, get money24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"War Wit Us[Produced by Tarentino] +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +How you want war and you ain't eating? +What they gon' do if you ain't breathing? +Bodies back to back, bitch we ain't even +Bitch I'm in that pussy cause I'm so conceited +Word around town that you sneak dissing +Bullets must be blank cause they keep missing +Face up on that flyer if you want attention +You just want some fame boy you ain't in it +Better get to ducking if my name's mentioned +I hopped into that foreign, bitch I'm lane switching +And bitch I'm OTF and I ain't switching +Niggas see I'm hot and they want me gone +I heard his ass was singing like he OVO +Bitch go cop a Rollie not a rodeo +And when we in the building it's a rollie show +And I be sipping lean while they smoking dope +[Chorus] +War with us, they don't want war with us +Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang +No war with us, they don't want no war with us +Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang +And you can't hang where my niggas hang +Cause where we hang all we do is bang +No war with us, they don't want no war with us +Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Nigga talking 'bout that we got beef +Know a couple shooters posted over East +Broski got the 30 broski like to tweak +See me he don't say shit but he go and tweet +Put me in that jam I don't know shit +He ain't have a hit since '06 +Niggas holding weight, get they door kicked +Spent 1500 dollars on these low kicks +Broke niggas always fuck with broke bitches +Master P with my shooters, they ain't go no limits +You can't hang around me and be my co defendant +Way broski flipping bricks he should be a gymnast +A gymnast in the kitchen, we cookin, we cookin, we cookin, let's get it +808 in that clip go bang +All white Panamera, cocaine +If he tryna rob then we get his brain +[Chorus] +War with us, they don't want war with us +Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang +No war with us, they don't want no war with us +Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang +And you can't hang where my niggas hang +Cause where we hang all we do is bang +No war with us, they don't want no war with us +Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"4 My Man[Fantasia] +Like your name is MISSY ELLIOTT, my name is Fantasia Barrino +And what I can GIVE YOU is Fantasia Barrino +Holla at your girl +[Missy] +Two thousand five!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! +Wake up in the mornin with my man next to me +Up all night like we've been on that ecstasy (YES!) +Mixed with Hennessy, he got the remedy +Yeah my nigga into me, I can't say it simply +We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation +Time to have relation, love makin in the basement +Smack it up, flip it up, crush it +One minute, two minute, I was no question (AHH!) +Who would ever think that I'd be givin up the goodies +Walkin 'round naked in a pair of pink footies (HA!) +Just like them hoes at the shows +Half-dressed clothes doin whatever, who knows (OH-KAY!) +Nah I only get freaky with him +No menage-a-trois, not freaky with them (WOO!) +It's just me and my man +Yes, said me and my man +[Hook: Fantasia] +For my man, I'll do whatever +Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs +For my man, I'll last forever +Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change +[Missy] +I'm never insecure when we not together +Even though he tell me he in love with Ciara +I'm from a new era and I bring terror +To any chick who check my fella when we together, so +He treat me like a Cinderella, yup +Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella (okay) +This fella deserve primo stellar, he be a Roc-A-Fella +Not to Jay-Z and Dame but the charm on the chain be platinum +Jacob Roley lookin sporty, {?} +Money stackin keep track and I fax him +If I can't find his ass then his ass out of gas +He only gettin one pass (OH-KAY!) +My man, is my man and nobody else's +Damn right, I hope y'all felt this +Old ladies 'round the coast-es +You better get focuses 'fore you ever try to approacheth +[Hook] w/ ad libs +[Missy] +See when you in love you might have to say it +Don't say you won't, never say you won't +You might get real mad, wan' act all bad +Act up in the street, a few chicks you gotta beat +Cause they disrespect (disrespect) +Clockin your man from his feets to his neck, UHH +You gotta let her know that's a no-no, slap her real slow +With a right blow whichever way it go +And keep it gangster +Show these bitches that you can't come +Yank 'em, point blank 'em, top rank 'em +I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger (YES!) +Scared how you figure? +My man (OH-KAY!) Say it time again +Say my man (my man) my man again +I say my man, it's just me and my man +Said for me and my man +[Hook] w/ ad libs +[Scratched] That's my man.. yes it is.. this love.." +"Flawless[Intro] +Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about +Like most people get close enough to count the stripes +But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold +What up my dude, you know +Going through a lot and all that man +That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying +Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah) +It's going now ([?]) +Holla at the kid +(Let's go chef) +[Verse 1] +I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere +Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs +Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill +Drop a new classic album, my masters will +Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times +When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind +You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine +New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again +What happened, rap made it happen, back when +Two turn tables and a needle, action +We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit +Only our kind adapt to shit +Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get +Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit +We bastard thick, pass the spliff +[Outro] +Name of this piece is called ""my bitch better have my money"" (applause) +My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow +My ho better have my money +Not half, not some, but all my chash +Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass" +"Hold My Liquor[Produced by Arca, Kanye West, Mike Dean, and Noah Goldstein] +[Intro: Justin Vernon] +I can hold my liquor +But this man can’t handle his weed +Dark and lonely now +On Chicago, south of town +I'm onto Indiana +I heard it in the radio now +[Refrain: Chief Keef] +I can't handle no liquor +But these bitches can't handle me +I can't control my niggas +And my niggas, they can't control me +You say you know me, my nigga +But you really just know the old me +[Verse: Kanye West] +Bitch, I'm back out my coma, wakin' up on your sofa +When I parked my Range Rover, slightly scratched your Corolla +Okay, I smashed your Corolla +I'm hangin' on a hangover, five years we been over +Ask me why I came over, one more hit and I can own ya +One more fuck and I can own ya, one cold night in October +Pussy had me floatin', feel like Deepak Chopra +Pussy had me dead, might call 2Pac over +Yeezy's all on your sofa, these the Red Octobers +Still ain't learn me no manners, you love me when I ain't sober +You love me when I'm hungover, even when I blow doja +Then her auntie came over, skinny bitch with no shoulders +Tellin' you that I'm bogus, bitch, you don't even know us +""Baby girl, he's a loner, baby girl, he's a loner"" +Late-night organ donor, after that, he disown ya +After that he's just hopeless, soul mates become soulless +""When it's over it's over,"" and, bitch, I'm back out my coma +[Chorus: Justin Vernon] +Callin' up your uncle's place +Shit's all over the place +I don't hear your phone +Oh, I wanna phone home +[Refrain: Chief Keef] +I can't handle no liquor +But these bitches can't handle me +I can't control my niggas +And my niggas, they can't control me +You say you know me, my nigga +But you really just know the old me +[Pre-Chorus: Justin Vernon & Kanye West] +I heard you need a new fad (A new girl, a new girl) +I heard you need a new stack (A new girl, a new girl) +I heard you need a new phone (A new girl, a new girl) +I know your 'rents ain't be home (A new girl, a new girl) +[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Kanye West] +Callin' up your uncle's place (A new girl, a new girl) +Shit's all over the place (A new girl, a new girl) +I don't hear your phone (A new girl, a new girl) +Oh, I wanna phone home (A new girl, a new girl)" +"Terrorist (Japanese Version)[Intro: P.R. Terrorist, (RZA), {Killa Sin}] +Bobby (uh-huh, huh-huh), Now Y +Bobby, (duh-duh-duh), Killarm, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby +(Word up, Digital, Digital) +Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, Digital, come and get ahold of it +(ya gotta keep niggas...tuned into the zone) +To the tune of the black knights, yo +{Straight to the horn, Killarm, Killarm} +[P.R. Terrorist] +Contemplate on how to run this shit +Universally, forever blunted +Reflect shots off my forcefield, this shit will split your nugget +Thoughts too rugged, extortioning CREAM from off the budget +Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they fuckin love it +Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum +Niggas, they tryin to dub it, yo +It's the hottest shit on the streets +Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix +Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit, it's accurate +Come for your head, it's immaculate +Conception, when my weapon's busting +Shots, niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood +[Doc Doom] +Yo, switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows +Buck niggas like wild rhinos +Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow +Your style staggers like a drunken whino +That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight +That's like tryin to walk a tight rope +Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows +Buck niggas like wild rhinos +Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow +Your style staggers like a drunken whino +That's why there's no hope to defeat a black knight +That's like tryin to walk a tight rope +With no feet, mercenary team, streets of concrete +Sasquatch, dump a nigga ass, so why try the +Invinsible, Dr. destructor +My lyrics bring war like Lebanon +Our troup's a Desert Storm, it be on son +Compton is the city where I come from +Act dumb if you want to, and catch a hot one +It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight +Don't give a fuck cause every night is our night +[Killa Sin] +These rap icons, smash, spit fire out of cons +Fuck bigons, rely on islam in my python +Squeeze off, long fist, when I'm pissed +Result of this, gun powder cover my wrist +Blasphemous, how these fake fucks cursing my name +Knowing damn well, I'm hurting the same +What part of the game you playing? Kid, I'm sayin' +Yo, three months ago you was on, falling short now +Chasing the Don, your money ain't long +Faggot fucks, bag 'em up, stick 'em in the back of my truck +Strip 'em and smack 'em up for acting up +He slithering, hit him in the ribs again +Broke the code of honor that we living in +Could lead to the whole click dismemberin' +Never that, Killarm roll strong +Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on +I love you, in that dream you probably told me who busted you +Should have paid attention but I slept +So for that I gotta dust two devils off +Headed off, all that, fucking blow trial style +Law and Order cat gotta Serve Justice, what +Fuck this shit, (Serve Justice) +Grab ya muskett and bust quick, word up +[Warcloud] +Let me touch this, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.. +{*this part is cut off on the US version*} +Thieves gather under red moonlight when doom strikes +Leaving maroon sights in saloon fights and wound lives +My harpoon's flight can't be recorded by human retinas +Bite me and you'll catch more shots to the stomach then tetanus +I'm foaming at the mouth when I talk, King Holocaust with a crooked walk +Whoever looking soft is getting tooken off, shook and lost, cracked in half +I take...ugh.. {*laughs*} +[P.R. Terrorist] +I take, I take all fake snakes, grab 'em, by they heads, grab 'em +While they slither through the grass I'm in +I grab em up, squeeze them till they eyeballs POP! +Terrorist SHIT! When is that shit gonna stop? +[Outro: Killa Sin] +Never.. word up dunn +Stuck the heater up under the leather, hand sever +Fuck that shit, yo we come to.." +"Myron (Original)Lyrics from Snippets +[Intro] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga) +Yeah, yeah +Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, pew +[Chorus] +Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me) +I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast) +Only blue, no green don't excite me (Green) +I could make a ho out your wifey (Beep) +Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Yeah) +Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Yeah, yeah) +Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow) +Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Oh well) +[Verse] +'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah) +Your girl's a five but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy) +And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie) +I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Bonnie) +These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin' (Bitches lyin') +Got a lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Try) +When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God) +VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah) +I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo) +Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin' +Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet) +I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9' 10"" (Yeah), yeah +These niggas be bitin' (Fuck, yeah) +Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grrah-brrah-brrah), yeah +Me and her was vibin' (Yeah) +Yeah (Yeah) +Your bitch call me Myron (Okay) +Ninety thousand, that's a light day (Yeah), yeah (That's a light) +I can tell you, it's the real spill (Yeah, I can tell you, it's the real), yeah +Fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah), yeah +Banana clip, I ain't gon' slip on the peel (Yeah) +Hot grease, bitch, we poppin' (Poppin'), yeah +Ballin' on that nigga like I'm Thompson (Thompson), yeah +Chopper got splendid, was like the Johnson (Johnson) +Johnson Johnson, vacation right to Dubai (Dubai) +Kicking shit so hard, I stopped doin' ju-tai (Mwah) +Twenty thousand Christian Dior my suit tie (Yeah) +Got a black girl and she got blue eyes (Eyes) +Came up, on the real, got 'em shoes tied +Starin' at lil' homie +Stop starin' at lil' homie +You ain't fairin' nothin' on me +We ain't hearin' that lil' homie +Pull up 'CLaren on new homie +Skrr-skrr, pull up on my lonely +I just fucked all her friends +She start cheerin' on her homies +[Bridge] +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +...7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Outro[Intro: La the Darkman] +Yeah, killa, The GZA, La +Live, yeah, what yo +[Verse 1: La the Darkman] +My clan is like USA the way we conquer +Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka +Stomp ya, till your head bleed, your mouth bleed +Running wit the heart of slave that's been freed +Triple Darkness, wild like a killer from Spofford +Heartless, trained to hit moving targets +Profit, .357 cock it +Kill you, leave you wit your money in your pocket +My logic - money, bitches, land and lessons +Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons +Scholastic, geographic, stay Jurassic +Running through Medina wit the Glock plastic +Rotten fruit, Black Je-sus, I got juice +Darkman move swift as a mongoose +[Verse 2: Timbo King] +Yo, niggas caught plaque from biting off the platinum +Dumb MCs caught the gum disease, ask them +Who style they took, two wild rooks +Tried to take a page when I'm the author of the book +At twenty-seven years young, y'all some old timers +I write wit invisible ink, y'all use eye liners +Define rhymers, the question and the answer +The DJ and the dancers, check" +"Do The Most[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it) +Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope) +Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer) +Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat) +Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it) +Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that) +Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt) +Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (grah) +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Hundred thou' I spent it on the [?] (skrt, yeah) +I copped the Rollie and put down the Mueller +Your bitch like me, she say you a goof (goofy) +I finessed the city playin' that old school (skrt) +Why they playin' with Durk and he a whole shooter? (Rah) +I just fucked your mama, she a whole cougar (get it) +Hot boy, I be turned up off that old Juvie +Trap house, remember days eatin' cold noodles +Calvin Klein, I hold that forty up (let's get it, bah) +To his stomach, give him a tummy tuck (let's get it, aye) +I'll rob his ass and don't get nothin' up (gimme that) +If you don't, he gon' fuck 'round, be in a truck or somethin' (skrt) +Bitches want the fashion, she lookin' 'round like where it's at? (Dope) +Don't touch me at the door, security know I got the strap (let's get it) +Three hundred killers with me, tell 'em open up the back (gang) +Got a room in the telly but I'd rather be in the trap (dope) +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it) +Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope) +Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer) +Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat) +Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it) +Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that) +Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt) +Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (gang) +[Verse 2: Valee] +I damn near need a cough drop when I'm off the OG +Twenty-six inch Forgiatos, I done caught it slowly (slowly) +Only made eight thousand, I guess it's a slow week (I guess it's a slow week) +I just popped two xans, they call that a slow geek (they call that a slow geek) +Upgraded my motor 'case I see the police (I see the police) +I been up two days, I'm off lean and coffee (I been up two days) +I spent fourteen hundred dollars on a Yorkie doggy (on a Yorkie doggy) +I had Gigi in that coupe without a car seat (damn) +Two racks on Balmain, they came with rips on 'em (they came with rips on 'em) +Me and my bitch feet both got Gucci flips on 'em (Gucci flips) +I got that small nine, it's one more clip on 'em (I got that small nine) +He got clean codeine, he got that sip on 'em (he got clean codeine) +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it) +Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope) +Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer) +Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat) +Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it) +Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that) +Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt) +Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (grah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The M.G.M.[Verse: Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Both] +Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up, psych! +Six niggas walked in flashing they gems piece +Aight, one dark-skinned nigga, fifty-six inch rope +Wrapped around twice, smash the Gilligan boat with ice +They threw sign language, ordered hot coffee wit' a danish +Relax, whispered they, ""Rap entertainers"" +Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good, kid +Laid back, handling hors d'ourves +It's like round three, we too black for BET +You memorize the 1 to 40? I'm at the 19th degree +If a civilized person doesn't perform his duty, what shall be done? +Pardon me, God, that nigga got a gun bulging out his sweatpants +Check out his stance +See the side of his grill? Look like my cousin Lance +Left hand, rocky Guess watch, yo, I think I did his Clarks +He wanted crush bone leather with the strings dark +Now I remember, he from Bear Mountain +He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one near the water fountain +Seventh round, Chavez bleeding from his right ear +Yo, keep your eye on that same nigga from right here +Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne +Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit' no socks on +Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the phat fur on +Working them hoes with the fly Wu shirts on +Mixed drink session, dun, pour me some more +Chef leathered down, blinking at Chanté Moore +Tenth round, Chavez tearing 'em down +Sweet Pea, get ya shit off +It's like blacks against the Germans, getting hit off +Smooth and them walked in, Brownsville representing +They sent a bottle over, autograph blessing +Chef, pull out the doo-doo, twist the dank - pink noodles +Yo, about to roll one, matter fact, twist two of those +Yo, they wound up stopping the fight +Steels took a point away from Chavez +Rematch scheduled on October 9th +Rematch scheduled on October 9thEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Dough Is What I Got[Intro] +This is a public service announcement +Lil Wayne, Weezy F. Baby, is the best rapper alive +Hit me +Haha +Good morning, New York +Good afternoon, New Orleans +Good night, America +Hahahaha +Yeah +[Hook] +Dough is what I got, lil mama +Dough is what I got, pretty lady +Dough is what I got, shawty +Dough is what I got, baby +C'mon, I'm paid, I'm paid +I'm paid, I'm paid +[Verse 1] +Hey! Give a woman none—uh-uh! +I already gave my brother some +It's my sister turn +Ain't it funny how the fish do bird? +But your boy just relax like a fresh, new perm +As the world, in the barrel of the pistol, turn +And we get it how we live, never live and learn +Gotta talk about the flow 'cause you is concerned +Only down-South rapper could've been in The Firm +Or The Commission or Wu-Tang, nigga +Tryna tell you I can kick it like Liu Kang, nigga +Got that Sub-Zero flow, how you want me, ma? +Make her ""Get over here!"" like Scorpion, and +When it comes down to this recording +I must be LeBron James if he's Jordan +No—I won rings with my performance +I'm more Kobe Bryant of an artist +Same coach, same game, been starting +Same Triangle Offense +I come through the lane like a Dodge, and +Referee niggas is lame, they call charging +I have no brain, I'm retarded +We are not the same, I'm a Martian +You can be my Jane, I'm your Tarzan +I'm from the jungle where the snakes is all poison +I am magnificent like Marcus +You might wanna fall back like August +Or ""late September,"" whatever you call it +I hit niggas in the head like Vonage +I am talking to no particular audience +But understand: I'm the guardian +And understand: There won't be no guarding him +You will just get played like an accordion +I don't give a damn if she's bossy +I keep pussy running like a faucet +She better catch like she Steve Largent +Because I'm ""What's up!?"" like Martin +[Interlude] +Hahaha +Woo! +Yeah! See— +I know y'all talking about me +And y—you don't like what you hear sometimes +But um... um, since I'm so bright +I'ma put the spotlight on you, baby +[Hook] +Show me what you 'bout, lil daddy +I know you need to stop, stop hatin' +I know what you not, whoadie +And that is Weezy Baby +Blunts up, now, blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey) +Blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey) +[Verse 2] +I'm working—Yeah! +Tell the world, ""Take six"" +Young Dictionary, make words make sense +Then, I make cents make dollars +Make the skinny girl holler, make the fat girl hungry +Make the ugly girls want me, put the pretty girls on me +Make the shy girls horny, make the fly girls corny +And only for me +Because of who I A-M, holla back in the morning +Hey! Now holla back if you own shit +The CEO of the moment +Bullshit: I don't condone it +Aww, baby, just hop on it +[Interlude] +Hahaha +Yeah, ha +You like that +I know! +Marley, what up? Hey! Hey! Hey! +[Hook] +Show me what you got, lil mama +Show me what you got, pretty lady +Show me what you got, shawty +Show me what you got, baby +You rappers ain't safe, safe +Safe, safe, ahh! +Haha26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Life Is a Movie[Verse 1: RZA] +I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone +Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone +High pitched noise, on your brain, it's heavy +Autopsy report, that he jumped off a train +It started when the dearly departed, tried to escape max' +Then cut into the general's income like state tax +One call, to seal the deal with feel +Doctor on the payroll, cost a quarter mill +[Verse 2: GZA] +The mailman's late with the check +I'm in the flood with a bunch of bills that's about up to my neck +Plus my rent's not paid and the light's about to go off +Car got stolen by a thief who likes to show off +I can't even get a job, giving out flyers +I'm a handyman with a pair of broke pliers +The fridge is bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard +I'm so down and out, I can only go upward +[Verse 3: RZA] +I form rhymes in alphabet soups +From the rhythm of the spoon, I transform the loop +From the steam of the bowl, I'm making special effects +Add a dash of spice, only God can detect +Had a word, to make a bear return to his cub +A word that make a girl come home from the club +A word that make a demon return back to God +And the word that help Dorothy get home from Oz +Thirty frames per second, these films we be perfecting +Scenes of light put through all projection +Electricity, perfectivity +Audio and visually, physically and mentally +[Verse 4: GZA] +I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack +And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black +So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I'm soaked +I contracted lung cancer from third-hand smoke +And uh, I'm like the frog that's dying to be a prince +The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced +The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket +In a rainstorm, and struck by lightning trying to get it +[Hook: Irfane Khan-Acito] +And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie +I don't like to film, I don't like to film +And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie +I don't like to film, I don't like to film +Play it all back, play it all back +[Verse 5: GZA] +Lights, camera, action, let the tape roll +Some scripts get ripped, canned or even sold +Directors vision, producers decision +And raised the budget, because the chase had collisions +Stunt double risks his life just for the thrill +DP checks the gate before the scene gets sealed +Gaffer slapped with a slate for being late +Craft service got nervous and dropped a hundred plates +Leading actor banging an extra in the trailer +Screaming, hitting high notes like Mahalia +Box office hit and a Blockbuster smash +Two hundred mil' budget and still recouped the cash +[Hook: Irfane Khan-Acito] +And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie +I don't like to film, I don't like to film +And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie +I don't like to film, I don't like to film +Play it all back, play it all back" +"Glaciers[Intro] +Timbaland on the beat, nigga +No ceiling +[Verse 1] +Yeah, Glaciers +Goodness gracious +Power, patience +Greatness, Glaciers +Goodness gracious (Yeah) +Glaciers, gracious +Greatness, patience +Stages, Phases +Don't face us (Nope) +Just grace us +Blaze us with lasers +Raise us houses like mazes (Wow) +Models, Megans (Yeah) +Madonnas, Rachels, fellatio +Powder, up nasals +New houses, appraisals (Sold) +New neighbors (Hi), New tables +New towels, new label (No) +No new friends, new choppers +You try us, it's fatal (Pow) +You try us, it's fatal (Pow) +New bodies, new halos (Yeah) +New bodies, new halos (Yeah) +New money, new pesos +Nobody, don't play though (No) +Cause they know, yeah they know +We catch a body, lay low (Yeah) +Can't find your body, case cold (Yeah) +[?] +[Verse 2] +Like glaciers, glaciers, glacier, glacier +Nigga, that's cold +Nigga, that's bold +Nigga, that's scary +Like Jason +Goodness gracious +I got way too much drank in me +I got way too much bank on me +Sip too much I might faint, homie +Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me +Ain't you homie, I ain't your homie +Diamonds blingin' on me like they blinkin' on me (Bling) +All about my Ben Franklins homie +Bitch can't even get a Abe Lincoln from me +I ain't thinkin' normally, nigga +Bring a tank and all of that with you (Come on) +Cause you know I'm from New Orleans, nigga +All I gotta do is just borrow, no limits +Cutting up in a brand new Ferrari my nigga +I'ma get one for all of my niggas +You know I influenced all of these niggas +I just see y'all as my minions +I just see y'all in my menu +I just see y'all as civilians +I don't see y'all as competition +I can see God when I'm squinting +I can't see y'all in my position +I can't see y'all from my condition +I'm wasted +Pill poppin' and pacing (Yeah) +Prescription medications +Like redemption, revelation (Yeah) +She pill poppin' and naked (Ooh) +How can you blame her, she waiting for it to kick in +I kick back when it kick in and let her do what she came for +He don't let her do what she made for and that's messed up +She come by me and get messed up and then fess up +I'm like that sucks and that's cold (Yeah) +[Verse 3] +Like glaciers, glaciers, glaciers (Glaciers) +Like glaciers, glaciers +Say that's cold (Cold) +Damn shame +He hatin', that's tasteless +He fucked up, good vibrations (Yeah) +Glaciers, gracious +Racin' in the latest spaceship +No chasin' , no chases +No break in, we made it safely +I'm facin' cases, make 'em disappear like David Copperfield +I'm tasting victory like flavors +They frame us, O'Lord we public enemy like Flavor +I'm famous, O'Lord I always wanted to be so famous +I came up (Yeah) +Now I kick my feet up and collect my payments (Woo) +I'm way up (Yeah) +I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah) +I cuddle and shit, I'm a sweetheart (Yeah) +I drink all this sip but I stay up (Yeah) +I pop all theses pills but I stay up (Yeah) +I fuck up and shit but we made up (Yeah) +And it ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga +I do all these tricks, I'm a skater +It's all about money and power, nigga +The pussy and shit gon come later (Yeah) +No time for drama on my conscience +And my shoulders too small to put weight on +And my hoes take too long just to wait on +In the bathroom putting her face on +She say my pole just too long to put bait on (Yeah) +These niggas be getting their [?] on and that's cold (Yeah) +[Outro] +Like glaciers, glaciers, glaciers, glaciers (Glaciers) +And that's cold +Damn shame +That's satin +That's tasty, I'm tasty +She cravin', her favorite tune +No ceiling5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"No Ceilings[Chorus] +Ok, pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +I say pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +You got to pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +And no ceilings +And no ceilings +And no ceilings +Yeah +Ok +Pockets on he-man +I get it if i demand +Man I do it big, to me you niggas wee man +Bout to go pecans, i beat it like 3 hands +Weezy in the building you other niggas freelance +I dont give a f-zzuck +I done got my shit up +I gotta do a bit, thats push ups, sit ups +Fuck with young money bitch nigga get hit up +Nigga fuck pay even fuck wid us +Ima eastside nigga yeah eastside nigga +Where the muthaf-cking beef gets deep fried nigga +Nigga couldn't see me with 3 eyes nigga +You's a bitch +No U-N-I-T-Y nigga +On the mic I'm like pac, Im like B-I nigga +Whoever don't agree come and see my nigga +I be waiting in my mansion seaside nigga +Young muthaf-cking M-O-N-E-Y … +[singing] +Hate no, hate no +I dont wanna hate no, hate no +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +I dont wanna hate nobody tonight +I dont wanna hate nobody tonight +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +Everyday pushing me, pushing me +[Chorus] +[Lil Wayne] +Ok, Cool n Dre +This is no ceilings +I do this all day I got bars, no railings +Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing +Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon +Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing +Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin +If you niggas fly then I must be para-sailing +We are not the same, Im a muthaf-cking alien +[Birdman] +Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand +Uptown real nigga bitch landed in the sand +Back home nigga did it for the land +For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand +High life, give a fuck about your stripes homey +Killer kill, kill a spend your … daily homie +Turn left get your switch turned of nigga +Turn right and get your shit took off nigga +Fuck cos we higher than we ever been +More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds +Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor +High floor situation from the bottom floor +Born in the middle, shining like a diamond +Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll nigga +24's fucking all these hoes nigga +High life getting money then we go nigga +Like father like son boy… +[Hook] +[Chorus]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Trap House[Verse] +Ooh! Yeah +Lil Tunechi got it jumpin' like Jordan +These pussy ass niggas can't guard me +These rookie ass niggas still crawlin' +These lookin' ass niggas eyeballin' +These hookin' ass bitches eyeballin' +But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner +Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starvin' +These crooked ass cops still winnin' +Black man family still mournin' +Black President ain't do nothin' +We need a real nigga up in that office +Got the White House jumpin' like Jordan +Got the crack house jumpin' like Jordan +I want my new house bigger than Jordan's +With a backyard bigger than a forest +Like ""ooh"" bedroom jumpin' like Jordan +Hoes at the door and they arguin' +This dick a superstar, they want stardom +My life like Bailey and Barnum's +These bitches ain't got no manners +These niggas ain't got no standards +My bitch ain't got no love handles +Boy, I'm clippin' that toe on that camel +I got bitches that'll kill for me – Charles Manson +Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow +Ooh, chopper sittin' on my lap like the mall Santa +Nigga, shoot you all in your gall bladder +Your pallbearers need pallbearers +I'm mixing weed like gumbo +I knock your head off – Fumble +Homeboys be cutthroat +That shit got me with a lump throat +But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley +Young Money was my best investment +Going harder than my predecessor +I don't break records, I sets the records +Lil Tunechi coming back like Kobe +Niggas stab me in the back, I owe 'em +Got a house in the hills +Now a nigga gotta deal +With mountain lions and coyotes +Semi, I keep that semi +And friendly, I can't be friendly +Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles +You look like Wendy's +House in the hills jumpin' like Jordan +I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties +I got a bitch over there, and a bitch over there +A young nigga starting to feel cornered +My LA house jumpin' like Jordan +My Miami house jumpin' like Jordan +Can't forget about my house in New Orleans +So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry +I want my new bitch titties enormous +With a backyard and a pretty garden +With a pussy more pink than a orchid +Young nigga gonna treat it like a florist +I got my side bitch feeling important +I got my main bitch feeling immortal +I got my ex bitch feeling insulted +Cause wifey get money like Kimora +I got a fine bitch feeling exhausted +Cause I'mma put this dick on her 'til tomorrow +I'mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo +Then I'mma take the top off like a barber +I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor +She's so down with this New World Order +Fuck the shit out her in a sauna +Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton +Got a goon named Fernando +At the front door your condo +Knock-knock, who's there? +He don't care, he's psycho +Bad bitch with a nice throat +She ice cold and she like hoes +Ooh, she just my type +These other hoes just typos +Young nigga coming back like Jordan +So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry +Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash +But a nigga 'stache like James Harden +Young nigga drank lean like water +Young nigga smoke weed like Marley +Young nigga on the Moon like Warren +Young nigga on this shit like Charmin +Ooh, my bitch got a rack, Dolly Parton +Fuck her all night long to some Marvin +Fall asleep in the pussy, good lordy +Woke up in a new Bugatti, good mornin' +Young nigga got guns, good luck +Nina Ross say ""Me so horny"" +Lil Tunechi, at the top it's so lonely +Got fat pockets, never bony +I'm with a model bitch, she so bony +I done shook shit up, it's so foamy +I just cooked this up, it's still hot +You could still smell the kitchen on me +Nigga I'll have your homies +Singing ""Damn I miss my homie"" +I got a mountain of weed +I got a mountain of cash +I got mountains like Wyoming +I got a bad bitch and she foreign +She always mad with me, I'm sorry +She say ""Damn why you can’t call me?"" +""Cause they be taxin' for that roaming"" +She a tan bitch, she orange +I can’t stand a snitchin' informant +Niggas cooked crack on a Foreman +While y'all boys was still sparrin', uhh +This that Sorry For The Wait 2 +Tell the dead homies you pray to +You on your way too +That the truth is hard to swallow +You got fake juice +Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh +Got the gas out shootin' like Jordan +I'll put your homeboy face on a T-shirt +And put your own face on a milk carton +Busy, I’ve been so busy +Ain’t even got time for quickies +That’s why my bitch been so bitchy +I’m out here tryin' to get me +I’m coming back out jumpin' like Jordan +I’m so sorry for the wait, I’m tardy +I wrote a letter to my competition +It started off with: Dearly Departed +Hippie, I be so trippy +Give her pussy a hicky +I hope she ain’t strictly dickly +So we can menage to Nicki, ooh41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Since A Youngin’[Hook: Lil Reese] +Since A Youngin bitch we been them niggas +Since a Youngin bitch I been a nigga +X4 +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Since a youngin bitch I been that nigga +Rockin designer clothes shoes from my denium +Got good aim and I ain't gon miss him this +Chicago and I hope he down to get him +Anit with the pillow talking thats for bitches +Anit with the pillow talking thats for snitches +These niggas bitches so I anit with em niggas +Killers best belive I'm with them I'm with my +Niggas and we all we got play with my brother +Thats like do or die play with the fam thats +So suicide play with the fam thats so suicidel +I got killers at your front and your side door +At your window lay low might shoot inside though +Can't fuck wit niggas most niggas [they won't ride though] 3hunna ls +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Bugatti (Freestyle)Microphone check, I still don't hear my... +Oh yeah I do, yeah I do +Who the fuck is Stevie J? +[Hook 1: Lil Wayne] +Don't be lookin' for no donations +You get dick, then reservations +I get pussy then hibernation +I start humpin' soon as I wake up +I woke up in some new punani +He woke up bleedin' like ""who shot me?"" +I kept shootin'; Boo said ""you got 'em"" +Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body +But anyway I woke up in some new punani +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I was drunk as a bitch, drunk as a bitch +But not drunk as that bitch +I got in that shit acted donkey in it +Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk key can fit +Then she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit +Monkey see monkey do, banana clips +Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch +Wax that ass, no candle stick +And I run with some killers I eat with the mob +Got some shit built up I keep it inside +Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high +Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes +The TEC on my thigh and my aim so good +I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye +Hold up, all bullshit aside +A nigga almost died but I'm outchea +Fuck around with a real nigga get murked +I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed? +Love it when she make faces +Pussy feel like vacation +Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation +I'm at the finish line, her heart racin' +Give her to Fuke if she Caucasian +My niggas wild as Jumanji +You can call me an S.O.B +Cause its skateboards over bugattis +I used to be at them Heat games +With better seats than Pat Riley +Don't stop, pop that don't stop +Pop that Ollie, Tunechi +[Verse 2: Boo] +Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J +Met her tonight, fuck her today +You tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her face +Wine head, she's guzzling grapes +Back shots, I'm holding her waist +Freaky, I always freak... +You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya +Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her +Hater niggas be hungry +Got a hundred shots to feed 'em +Her panties are down, her legs is up +We finally fucked, she starved for months +Don't give a fuck, still I'll hit +Never no feelings, no love for these hoes +No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls +No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls +Royce - trick! +Now they mad, I told they was +Bitches'll be lying, I did the same +Far from a square, don't mistake me for lame +She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain +She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing +That pussy so wet, I'm calling it rain +I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change +I keep it a hundred, you do the same +Most women front, but who do you blame? +I gave you dick, you gave me pussy +It's safe to say it's an even exchange... +Bitch! +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] +Don't be givin' out information +You know niggas still on probation +I get higher than expectations +You know this is the Dedication +I'm on that kush she on that molly +I turn that pussy to Dasani +Shout out my nigga Luca Brasi +I don't know this ho +So I must dash, no disguises +Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"I Don’t Know Nuffin[Intro] +Oh, oh +I'm skrt +They looking at me like I got answers (Uh-uh) +I don't know nuffin' +[Pre-Chorus] +Nigga got hit in the head 12 came round +Fuck you looking at, fuck 12 nigga, pigs +Nigga I don't know nuffin' +Why the fuck a fuck nigga talkin to me, like I'm dead like +I don't know nuffin' like we don't know nuffin' +Now I'm gettin' money nigga look at me like I owe them something +[Chorus] +But I don't know nuffin', like I don't know nuffin' +Yeah I'm gone off the lean, drink promethazine nigga I don't know nuffin' (Like I don't know nuffin') +Say I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin' +Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen but I don't know nuffin' +[Verse 1] +[?], with it on ya' +Better get dumbfounded on shit like I don't know nuffin' (Like we don't know nuffin') +I don't understand how a nigga be rattin' on they own damn cousin (On their own damn kinfolk) +They did that shit in my hood now a new nigga +Don't know nuffin' (God damn, god damn) +I don't fuck with a rat nigga don't fuck with a bitch nigga never +Hit a nigga up with a motherfuckin' Glock ten +Right through the leather (God damn, god damn) +Yeah I'm driving around in that new new +Yeah I got money like what (Let's get it let's get it) +And my bitch look like new new +But buff in the body, in the butt +Nigga what's up +Like I don't no nuffin' +Bout that money I know something +Ain't bout that money I don't know nuffin' +All the bitches over there, all the bitches over there +I don't understand how a niggas cuffin' +Talkin' bout your shootin' at my squad +Nigga swear to god that a bitch nigga be bluffin' (Whatever) +Yeah the bitch nigga bluffin' (Yeah, yeah) +But I don't no nuffin' +I ain't gon go on twitter tell a nigga I'm gon' kill em +'Cause I don't know nuffin' (Cop shit) +'Cause swear to god you know that the god damn cops be watchin' +So you know the god damn feds be comin' +I don't fuck with 12, I don't fuck with jake +I don't fuck with the pig, I don't fuck with the narc +Hit a nigga in his head now a nigga dead shit +Like I don't know nothin' +[Bridge] +Bitch nigga, swear to god I don't know nuffin' (That's true) +You got work well who the fuck you frontin' +Cause if you start frontin' my squad +We ain't takin' that like its nothin' (Take that shit amir) +I don't know nuffin' +[Chorus] +But I don't know nuffin', I don't know nuffin +Yeah I'm gone off the lean, drink promethazine I don't know nuffin' +Like I don't know nuffin' +Say I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin' +Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen +But I don't know nuffin' +Yeah +[Verse 2] +Nigga talk fake I finish it +Yeah I hid the semi quick +Yeah I gotta fuckin' kill a nigga +Yeah I'm gettin' money +Started off with one, started off with two +Now watch a nigga go to trippin' +Yeah I'm gettin' money motherfucker +Got chains got rings +Yeah all these diamonds, these penny rich +Like literally, like literally (Longway) +Got your bitch on me yeah she fuckin' with a lil' nigga +Lil Uzi Vert pull the trigger +Tell a bitch I be makin' money I be gettin' fifties, hundreds +Nigga I was just a feenin' (God damn) +I get a lot of mothafuckin' thangs +[?] +If you do weight +Dumb motherfuckin' pussy nigga +Ten niggas fuck with it (Fuck with me, fuck with me) +I'm a real nigga seveteen when I first started gettin' money +Like I'm Will (Gettin' money like I'm Will) +Yeah I will [?] when ya nigga won't wit em +I shoot a nigga up yeah I got a semi tucked +No old people or children +And I got the semi tucked +Nigga just be peepin', no old people or children +Money just come and go (Come and go) +Young nigga got bankroll (Got bankroll) +Come up on me, suicidal +Come up on me, suicidal +[Pre-Chorus] +Nigga got hit in the head 12 round +I don't know nuffin' +Fuck you looking at, fuck 12 nigga, pigs +Nigga I don't know nuffin' +Why the fuck a fuck nigga talk to me, I'm dead like +I don't know, I don't know +Now I'm gettin' money nigga look at me like I owe them something +[Chorus] +But I don't know nuffin', I don't know nuffin' +Yeah I'm gone off the lean drink promethazine I don't know nuffin' +Like I don't know nuffin' +I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin' +Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen but I don't know nuffin' +(I don't know nuffin') +[Outro] +We don't tolerate the rat shit +Yeah +Lil Uzi6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Internet Sensation[Intro] +(Carl Paul) +[Verse 1] +This is how I feel, I got your love attached to me +And you know I truly love you, it was never about no pussy +And you told me that them niggas ain't for me, they just want my money +And I like the way you is, you ain't tryna kick it with my buddies +And I got a habit and I like that you don't judge me +And that's so fucked up that I'm glad to be a junkie +To fall in love, I say I been afraid +I'm mixin' lean with Lyrical Lemonade +And we on top, ain't no more public aid +Or callin' your boss to get another raise +I drop some Backwood ashes in the Wraith +Reminiscing 'bout the older days +[Chorus] +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in +[Verse 2] +Whoever thought that I can make this shit? +Voice of the streets and relationship +And we don't care what the rumor is +Fuck these other hoes 'cause I love my bitch +Alexander McQueen and Rockstar jeans +The prosecutor hatin' 'cause I'm doin' my thing +Six kids plus her daughter, that's what it is (Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) +I seen Rel fall in love, I know that shit crazy +I seen Booka fall in love, I know that shit crazy +Inside, and don't let the outside run that situation +And it's me and her forever, it's a lit-uation, yeah +[Chorus] +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Million Dollar Baby[Intro - Lil Wayne] +Yessir +Uh oh +Uh ohhhhhhhh +Haha +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +Sick with it, six digits, big engines +Get lots of head like 6 midgets +It’s just the code I live by +Represent the road I grew up by +And I see the game like an umpire +Motherfuck one time, and everything combine +I am the boss I have a nigga tell ya bout the gun line +I’m in the hog sometimes, I’m in the Porsche red line +Drive that motherfucker like I’m tryna beat the deadline +Holla at the boy bitch, yes I’m the boy bitch! +I’m fly and ya boy friends a ostrich +How much you cost bitch? +See I will buy you then and then sell you back like an auction +Okay? +I am affiliated with DJ Drama and this Just Blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer +I am a Bengal on the beat like Carson Palmer +And them niggas couldn’t see me with panorama haa +Niggas soft as a can of flowers +And soft as a can of tuna +Your fucking with a piranha +The ballin’ is no illusion +Paper tall as a tower +I’m paid ho +I could change ya life all in an hour +I promise I see the city skyline from my shower +I’m feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder +Pow Pow I’m higher than Mister Charles +Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile +Weezy +Uh.. +Uh huh +Ya +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +My grill is gangsta, my aim is money +The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly +They say “Feed the hungry” but these bitches is greedy +But I am awfully gifted I am simply strategic +It’s, come to my room I make her feel like it’s Egypt +And she leave out that room feeling like a paraplegic ha +My fuck game is my capital feature +I stuff her ass up like a pair of new sneakers +Back to the subject at hand +Baby, I’m a wealthy ass young black man +Flow more rare than finding black sand +And I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan +I just want some paper like a fucking trash can +Life is a maze, so hows it hanging pac man +I seem to amaze, as well as advance +I’m so far ahead I gotta save the last dance +[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] +Get it strait like pans as I enhance +M.O.B I’m all about my chips like Lance hehe +I be with animals, with animal tactics +I swear I’m backed up like New York traffic ha +You dumb fucks, you're nothin’ but lunch ducks +Big nuts here swinging like nunchucks +Hollygrove I’m claiming it like insurance +I been on the grind nigga you are just a tourist +Flowers for the dead, say hello to the florist +Fuck with me wrong, bet I rush ya like Borris +Now they tryna kick it but I ain’t Chuck Norris +I kick it with lil flu and he rollin’ up a forest +Can’t be compared no, I’m not a thesaurus +Can’t be banned I’m sorry Miss. Delores +Fuck Wendy Williams the bitch look like a dude +Her body look chewed and her hair looks glued +But let me get back to my food +Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued +Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I +I’m just getting high, thinking bout Tha Carter V +My homie’s straight, my mama good, and my daughter's fine +And everyday I pray and thank the great Lord of mine +Weezy Baby you're looking at greatness +Gangsta Grillz no braces bitch +Bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Momma[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Damn, this is for all my women +That been going through the struggle +On welfare, living the rough life +It's gonna be alright +Yes it yes uh +This is how we gonna do it +I want you to explain your story +Then I'ma tell you mines +Tell 'em +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +It's not ya momma's fault, it's ya father's fault +It's your father's fault your mother is an alcoholic +Confusing the brain from the booze and the pain +And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack-dab in the rain +She Lost her first child in 74 +And that lead to nervous breakdowns +Bacardi dark she downing it raw +She can't take it she constantly crying falling down on her knees +Like ""help me Lord please I'm ready to leave"" +All she needed was somebody to rub her feet +Give her a nice hug and rescue her from off these streets, come on +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I been sent by an angel to snatch you up +Take you way above the clouds and back you up +At night you can lay in my arms feel the heart beating +Don status in the sheets I'm keeping you warm +Ain't no nigga gon' do what I do +I'ma take care of you and ya kids +Take the bent and go handle ya biz +The bills is paid, the cable's back on +I quote you know the seeds want they Nickelodeon on +I'm not ashamed to support you +Floss you or gloss you out +Fat, skinny out of shape I'll dior you out +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +In the hood there's a struggle, my girl is in trouble +She's lacking guidance in the mind she's blinded and puzzled +Her pops never showed her the ropes +Her moms raised mad kids on her own +She never had a strong man in her home +[Verse 4: Meagan Rochell] +Nothing in this life, sun don't always shine +But it can't rain all the time (everything's gonna be alright) +Somebody sees your pain, you will never hurt again +I see you momma, I see you momma +You can cry yours eyes (cry your eyes) +It will be alright (it will be alright) +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you)" +"Paychecks(featuring Trife) +""It's alright ----- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!"" - sample +[Ghostface Killah] +Hold up, got's to boost those tray ups +Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up +Face all sprayed up, on the floor +Left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up +Of course I'mma fuck with y'all niggas, y'all pussy +Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Tony get down +Made the potion '98, fuck an album, when I need cream +It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants +When I hung around broke niggas and broke bitches +You know what that means, it equals no riches and +I can't have that, I got a lot of wizards +They spoiled, told 'em they have to move drizzers +Whatever they say, is none of their business +I do what I do, to get that spinach +Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em all on the streets +I wouldn't saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em +[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] +This kid about his papers, paychecks +Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it +Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front +It be an honor just to lay you down +[Trife] +Aiyo, aiyo +The first check I ever got +Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop --- +I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home +It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones +I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was +Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was +To get that cream, and serve them fiends +Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans +Two way team, posted up on the benches +Wit a maggot for a stash that I kept hid under the black fences +Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles +I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little +Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches +In the precinct got the stichin', so they hit 'em off with something decent +Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin' +On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' +[Ghostface Killah] +Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way +When I see jewels, all I know is take +I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake +In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes +Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states +God damn it, I told y'all niggas +This is a Theodore stickup +Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up! +[Chorus 2X] +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, you heard what the bitch said +When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' cream and shit +We was beatin' the shit outta niggas +Takin' their little Summer Youth shit +Buyin' beer and weed and shit +Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit +Change fall all out of their pockets and shit +Yellin' and tellin' the cops, fuck y'all niggas! +This is Theodore! Bitch!" +"Clue/50Yeah nigga +We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right +We gonna smoke this shit +And I'mma drink a lot a water +And I'mma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out +I'm smoking this shit, aight? +Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance +Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance +Frankie cut crack +Lance hold the Mac +If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's +Lance cut the crack heads +He popped up +Thought he was locked up +Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up +Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth +Coupe missin the roof +He like ""What up, 50?"" +I'm like ""What up with you"" +Lance had a reputation that was well earned +Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn +Out there in Redfern +At the dice game, he rolled a headcrack in a crack +I'm like ""Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"" +Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook +I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook +Asked about BONE +Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for +Seven grand (Fuckin' crazy) +His man was thirsty, I could tell by his look +Cause he looked the way I look +When I look for a jooks +Bitch +Motherfucker +Teamwork, work hard nigga +50 cent +Rotten Apple +G-UNIT +Lloyd Banks +Tony Yayo, nigga +Hey what up, nigga +You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2 +Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga +Shoot that nigga, 50!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Legacy[Intro] +T-minus 10, 9, 8 +We have a go for main engine start +5, 4, 3, 2, 1 +[Verse 1] +I got the block warm, tear it apart for 'em +Time to lock horns, knowledge my art form +Warriors spirit be the best by far +Still smash guitars like some pill poppin' rock stars +Killer machine, killer regime +Glimmer on your game screen, underground to the mainstream +Be it a classical antique, three-sixty circle +Switch on these niggas like it's a dress rehearsal +Live in the fire, keep the gig crispy +Feed the friction, don't try to fix me +One man down, calling the substitution +Second Chess move, that be the revolution +I want it right now, tearing the house down +High self-esteem, I'm showin' out now +Smokin' my ounce now, missin' my bread +Job on my head, high bread, two points on the spread +Embrace the come up, the funky drumma' +Til' the casket drop, last shot beat the buzzer +Remy guzzler, street peddler, head hunter, underground street thriller beneath the bunker +Fish like cement gettin' my chips off +Chippin' my bricks off, NFL kick-off +Iconic symbol, that be that global force +My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought +Translucent lamps, top of weed stalks +Licking my own wounds, I don't need salt +I speak outlandish, a thousand volts when I talk +I knew Spanish, a hardball on the court +Hands on the pot, a heavy portion +Mix crack with the rap, product scorchin' +Check out my melody, hardcore density +A beasting pregnancy, the swarm start the legacy +[Chorus] +Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy +Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy +Words massage your ears +After I'm gone, these words be my legacy +Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy +Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy +Words massage your ears +After I'm gone these words be the legacy +[Verse 2] +After twenty-two long, hard years I'm still writin' +After I'm gone, they still be recitin' +Birth of the boss starts with the indictment +""Get in that cell, nigga,"" starts the rhymin' +Booked my first studio session on consignment +Test my pen against the beat for alignment +Push through the Winter Warz, there with refinement +One stroke on the paper killed all you green giants +Long after I'm gone the song lives on +Words get recited through the mouth of my first born +The powers on without the plug, still strong +Microphone king kong write for eight hours long +Local niggas won't be bigga than B.I.G +I speak lines stay jig in your ribs with a quick jib +Sore losers always tendering it +Nervous nigs always smoke packs of cigs +Action packs that big +[Chorus] +Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy +Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy +Words massage your ears +After I'm gone, these words be my legacy +Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy +Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy +Words massage your ears +After I'm gone these words be the legacyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Open Safe (Demo)[Intro] +Turn the music up +(Mustard on the beat, ho) +[Verse 1] +Tattoos on my face, nigga +Grill shinin' in your face, nigga +Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga +Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga +Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga +She out of line, she out of place, nigga +Everybody know my face, nigga +All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga +Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter +Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga +Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +[Chorus 1] +Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate, nigga +Yeah, there go the bass, nigga +You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga +Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga +I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her +New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga +Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga +I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her +Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her, huh +[Verse 2] +When the dick was halfway in her +Ain't seen in her in a while, her ass way bigger +In the coupe, hitting corners like a maze, nigga +Banging Franklin, Beverly and mace, nigga +Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga +Guess what? I'm coming back with that gauge, nigga +Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga +You dizzy, from turning over in your grave, nigga +I'm 5'5"" stuntin' like I'm 5'8"", nigga +I can shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga +My place don't need no fucking high gates, nigga +You in this bitch, looking like live bait, nigga +[Chorus 2] +Looking like an open safe, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +I see your wife done chose a fake nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate, nigga +Yeah, there go the bass, nigga +You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga +Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga +Kidnap the cute baby, kill the babysitter +New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga +Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga +I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her +'Cause pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga +[Verse 3] +I stick your hand in the fan blades, nigga +That's when you told me where your man stayed, nigga +I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga +In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga +I'm a made nigga, you a man-made nigga +Walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga +I take my goons out to see some landscape, nigga +We smoking parmesan, smoking handshake, nigga +My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her +Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her +Had to do it one time for my skate niggas +Fuck them niggas that be hating 'cause I stayed, nigga +[Chorus 3] +Looking like an open safe, nigga +Know the feds tryna lock this open safe, nigga +Fuck it, I feel like a frozen lake nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate with her +Uh, no bass, nigga +Only smoking gas, no brakes, nigga +Yeah, me and money so amazed, nigga +She get my name tatted, letters bold face +[Verse 4] +When we shoot, we don't race +We gon' need our own space +Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade +I be coming home late, bad bitch long face +She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way +'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes +And I never been a intrigued by the patterns on snakes +Need to dump a dead body, man I think I know a place +She gon' suck the prototype and swallow all the protoges, nigga +[Chorus 4] +Lookin' like a open safe, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga +Celebrating like he got a cold case, nigga +Yeah, haha, there go the bass, nigga +Come to the hood, show you how to motor chase, nigga +Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga +I just bought a plastic Glock, less weight, nigga +New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga +Make a movie in this bitch, press play, nigga +I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her +Time out let the hourglass break, nigga +[Verse 5] +Wait nigga, had to take a smoke break, nigga +Yeah, smoke break, nigga +Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga +Federales on my ass, fucking had a boat chase, nigga +They didn't see no face, nigga +Your bitch spent the whole day with us +And niggas know we don't play, nigga +Nigga, don't play that shit like cocaine, nigga, we on +Homies pump that bass, nigga +Lookin' like a open safe, nigga +But there ain't no code to break niggas +I capitalize off my own mistakes +You lowercase, nigga +Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga +Don't hate (Don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga +Got Mack with me up in this bitch, brought Nina just in case, nigga +Baby Scarface, nigga, fuck the human race, nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate with em +[Outro] +(Mustard on the beat, ho)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Me, Denny & Darryl[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Alright, there it go again +Yo, yo +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em, hoppin' in with Glocks an' them +Stick up kids on dead-end streets, we pop 'em first, we box 'em in +Behind the wheel the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen +Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in +To stop the bleedin', lotta reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat +The money pop a lotta shit, the stick-up game is outta season +First time I scoped 'em out in front of subways eatin' pizza +He didn't even peep us +This is practice, thuggin' with free access +Original hitmen, born shooters that wear glasses +Guns that stop traffic, ain't afraid to blast it, bitch +This is Iraq iron, not plastic +We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives +You in the trunk, balls-out naked, you gon' die +Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry +Night-night, ya goin' to bed, but not to the Stuy +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp (Uh huh) +If I can't catch the plane then I'm catchin' the blimp (Yeah) +Told brown-skin, ""Yeah, you can call me a pimp"" +But I'm the real orphan of rap, I got lost in the pack +The streets had me trapped, I ain't know where I was at +Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy +Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (Word) +You can't off me, your wack flows suck and exhausts me (Hey) +I got New York heat, 'bout to fuck a chick shortly (C'mon) +I'm bowlegged with dogs, can't none of y'all walk me +Honeys love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me +I'm good with the hoop, ten hut, my army tense up +You can't inch up, don't even flinch up +Honeys get wet and they panties be all drenched up +I'm comin' off the bench like I'm blowin' the bench up +Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks +36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up +Armored tank, Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs, collard greens +Dollar dreams, if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king +Am I? My persona, man, it's nada, this is not a thing +Island got Italians, load the Talons and then bada-bing +Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y'all, don't make a scene +Making cream, how I make it up without the Maybelline? +Can' with the laser beam, your favorite team's +Not the playground to play around with, just try and take a swing +Yadamean? It's not a seesaw battle +Not the bridge you wanna travel +'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazzano is narrow +Just me, Denny and Darryl +Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith on the barrel +Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow +Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle +Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel +Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel" +"Vibes Cartel[Verse 1: Cappadonna] +You heard other raps before, but kept waitin' +A lot of niggas is hatin', these hoes is like Satan +I'm still debatin' whether I should build or destroy +What the Earth keep on shakin' +I'mma keep on makin' +Hit after hit be comin' out of the basement +There's no replacement from a slew of great men +I'm about to break in +Damage every snake and Gin, you can't win +I'm the truth, you a fake friend +Realness against falsehood, do it again +Get money, work hard, don't become a victim +Mind your own sick wisdom +Study math, get your friend some +Never quit 'till you get done +God over fiction, this is my addiction +Anytime, homie, I'm about to spit somethin' +Traded crack for rap, and I'm a rich sucka +J3 murderous tracks, all day, facts +Through your mind, body and soul +Let it be told I ain't nothin' to play around with +Baby, I get down quick +Ebony chicks love me for my heavenly kiss +I do it for the bricks, I let it off like a piss +[Verse 2: Wonda Women] +Send in the stunt doubles +I have no time for the petty, little power struggles +No time to tussle +I epitomize the hustle, the struggle of the underground +Cynics and critics, I shut 'em up and shut 'em down +Schemin' and plottin', yet I keep 'em so aroused +When I come around +They say it's business, never personal +Balance the scale, tell me what's the worse of the two? +This industry's unjust and corrupt +Huskey cut for a couple of bucks and a few busted nuts +Yet they keep insistin' in God they trust +It's blasphemous, let the church say ""amen"" +Keep repentin' your sins +Say a few Hail Mary's, turn around, and do it all again +Livin' a lie, he just tryin' to win, tryin' to win +[Verse 3: Desert Eagle] +Yeah, they call me the black [?] boy, boy +No, it's not a game, not playin' with no toys +Epitome of bangin', his set make no noise +My set sanctuary, you faggots folklore +A urban legend, a Mac is a blowtorch +Runnin' down the line, pack slammers of all sorts +Trappin' from the green, help fortin' the back porch +Let's take him to the building to get these packs off +In war with the system that be lettin' these raps walk +Turn 'em into victims so the witnesses back off +The V82, better tell 'em that crack course +The view of the bully, better go tell 'em ask boss +A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off +Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg +A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off +Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg +[Verse 4: King Magnetic] +Higher than ever before, tryin' these weapons I bought +Iron respectin' for all, I'm straight checkin' your hog +Without collectin' your charts, beatings with seconds apart +We dissectin' the vault while they be testin' the hog +No instrument, so-called [?] +No cold incidents, no more [?] +Po-po pinchin' us, inchin' us over the edge +Ship us over to FEDs, stiffin' over the breads +S.O.S., that shit's beef +Turn [?] and miss me +Turn 6 days into 6 weeks plus into 6 years +All that liquor and triggers turn into cold D's and OG's that sip beer +Timin' a vic here, the climate is cold enough +And I'mma throw it up if she drivin' the pole up +Survivin' from growin' up and livin' off robberies +So if you don't do the math then you learn trickonometryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Party and Bullshit[Verse 1] +I was a terror since the public school era +Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses +Smoking blunts was a daily routine +Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene +I used to have the trey-deuce +And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose +Now I got the Mac in my knapsack +Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks +With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks +Honeys want to chat +But all we wanna know is where the party at +And can I bring my gat? +If not, I hope I don't get shot +Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess +It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something +Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting +Dumbing out, just me and my crew +'Cause all we wanna do is +[Hook] +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +[Verse 2] +Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks +Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects +Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece +Sure do, two .22s in my shoes +Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house +Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about +Moet popping, ho hopping +Ain't no stopping Big Poppa +I'm a Bad Boy +Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!) +Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!) +It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose +Nigga you scared you're supposed to +Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart +Fuck up the party before it even start +Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk +On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks +[Hook] +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +[Verse 3] +Bitches in the back looking righteous +In a tight dress, I think I might just +Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun +And have fun with Jamaican rum +Conversation, blunts in rotation +My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and +We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking +If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking +Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm +She grabbed my arm and said ""Let's leave calm"" +I'm hitting skins again +Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken +Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out +Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out +(Music stops +Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing +Biggie breaks it up yelling ""Yo, chill, man, chill!"") +Can't we just all get along? +So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn +Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon +And it's on, and I'm gone +That's that... +[Hook] +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +And party and bullshit +[Puffy] +Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to... +Uptown likes to... +Bad Boy likes to... +Brooklyn Crew likes to... +3rd Eye likes to... +Mo Bee likes to... +We like to...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Tell Em Nothin[Intro] +Ay man, all these niggas that's riding +I can't tell them nothin +I can't tell them nothin +[Chorus] +Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' +My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' +300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' +And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' +Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) +No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) +So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' +[Verse 1] +Lil bitch I'm on that money, on the money hunt +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' +300 they gon' silde, we gone pull right up (skrt skrt) +And when it's time to ride, you can tell us nothin' +And he don't be outside, man he be put up +Call my phone, I'ma ride, I'ma pull right up +And when it's time to ride, you gon' see all of us +He rapping like he street but I don't know what's up +I buy a pound for myself just to smoke it up +Just got the fun of this money finna fuck it up +We keep .30's in the cut, boy we'll fuck you up +And these niggas be so tough, by theyself ain't on none +[Chorus] +Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' +My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' +300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' +And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' +Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) +No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) +So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' +[Verse 2] +Outside, I'm not inside so you know what's up +He actin' like he with me, I don't know what's up +Niggas be so fishy, I don't know what's up +Too many niggas fishy, yeah I know what's up +And you can never bring me down cause I ain't down with y'all +Don't let nobody bring you down cause they ain't down with you +And I'm a hound for that bread, watch me get it up +And I ain't with that actin' or pretedin' stuff +Come holla at the gang if you fuck with us +I slide up on a nigga with my semi tuck +Don't look suspicious, don't make a move, I might just bust +[Chorus] +Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' +My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' +300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' +And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' +Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) +No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) +So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"No Contest (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Intro] +Welcome, yeah +[Verse 1] +I was born in a concrete garden +Minus the synthetics, do your research +My genetics one hundred percent organic +The earth and the sun provide me with all that I need +Can't dig up my grass roots, they too deep I don't budge +The mainstream comes to me +See a flower don't know it's power it just is +It's just nature for me to flourish and grow big +The Most High made me perfect, my flaws are a thing of beauty +Character, and uniqueness +I love myself, if I don't then who will I +Wanna be just like the man in the mirror (huh?) +Cause we can't ask for more +He look good, rap good, he got it going on +Like the Egyptian God the young pharaoh +Build pyramids with money stacks, now yo +[Chorus] +I don't compete, I just create +I speak my peace, I don't debate +It's no argument, no contest +You know what it is and heard what I said +I don't compete, I just create +I speak my peace, I don't debate +It's no argument, no contest +You know what it is and heard what I said +[Verse 2] +I'm the black rose that grew through the crack in the sidewalk +A miracle baby, look at me +I made it through the broken glass, and the dope needles too +And them lil' baggies with the coke residue +You touch me your hands gon' bleed from the Dons +A defense mechanism that was given by God +I'm not out to hurt nobody +It's not in my nature to do such things +I just live my, life until my little time is played +And return to the essence from which I came +Until then, get familiar you would wanna be on my side +Ahead of time or catch a bang wagon ride +'Cause, when the shit turn violent +The Infamous mafia shut down the whole environment (get 'em) +Yeah, Infamous Mobb Deep +Go 'head force me to show your dumb ass your shit stink, pussy +[Chorus] +I don't compete, I just create +I speak my peace, I don't debate +It's no argument, no contest +You know what it is and heard what I said +I don't compete, I just create +I speak my peace, I don't debate +It's no argument, no contest +You know what it is and heard what I saidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Flashing Lights (Remix)[Intro: R. Kelly] +The rulers +Rulers of the world +Ugh +Every hood, stand up +Every street, stand up +And be accountable +Yeah, come on.... +[Bridge: R. Kelly] +(Flashing... lights) Oh oh-oh oh-oh +(Flashing... lights) And now we in the club like... +(Flashing... lights) HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! +(Flashing... lights) HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! +[Verse 1: R. Kelly] +Sunglasses (Glasses), black tee, man (T man) +Red carpet all cameras on me man (Me man) +But the cameras can't see what I see, man (See man) +Why I had to treat the haters like fleas, man +Muhfuckers wanna talk about me, man +I check the ice and I brush off my sleeves man +I'm too hyped to have dirt off my shoulders +Lyrics from heaven, chuuch! Thought I told ya +Tasha told Kim that Lisa said Mike said (Uh-huh) +Kells doin drugs now man he a crackhead (Whaaaat?) +Y'all mean to tell me y'all believe that +But I do be askin, ""Where the weed at?"" +Easy killa! 'Cause I'm a go-getta come day or night +See, easy killa! And I already got my money right, right, right! +[Bridge: R. Kelly] +(Flashing... lights) And this for all my niggas in the hood +That be dodgin those +(Flashing... lights) To all the honeys in the club +That be showin love when they see the +(Flashing... lights) Your boy Kells +Kanye in the club, remix, like +(Flashing... lights) Whoa-oh whoa-oh +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +I know it's been a while sweetheart +We hardly talk, I was doing my thang +I know it was foul, baby +Ayy, babe, lately, you been all on my brain +And if somebody woulda told me a month ago +Frontin though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know +If somebody woulda told me a year ago +It'd go get this difficult +Feelin like Katrina with no F.E.M.A +Like Martin with no Gina +Like a flight with no visa +First class with the seat back I still see ya +In my past, you on the other side of the glass +Of my memory's museum +I'm just sayin, hey, Mona Lisa +Come home you know you can't roam without Caesar +[Chorus: Dwele] +As I recall I know you love to show off (Off) +But I never thought that you would take it this far (Far) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +Know, oh, oh-oh +As I recall I know you love to show off (Off) +But I never thought that you would take it this far (Far) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +Know, oh, oh-oh +[Outro: R. Kelly] +Come on! +So flash your light on me (Flash your light on me) (Woo!) +So that the world can see (So the world can see) +(Flashing... lights) +(Flashing... lights)" +"The Meth Lab[Intro] +I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two +This is my own private domicile +I will not be harassed, motherfucker! +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Welcome to the Meth Lab, listen, it's time to cook +Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book +Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look +I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked +Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it +You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push +I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire +If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire +Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir +Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire +Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin +That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try +You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo' +Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit +Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?' +Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop +[Bridge 1] +Let's talk about trust +I told you not to cook my recipe +And you went ahead and did it anyway +Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it +Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch +[Verse 2: Hanz On] +Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe +Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets +Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs +Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed +Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?) +Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs +Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks +Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close +You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live +These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die +They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi' +[Bridge 2] +You think you can stop me from cookin'? +You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work +These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday +Don't even think about usin' my grade A +You should try and stop me, bitch +[Verse 3: Streetlife] +I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction +Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options +The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming +Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin' +I write a prescription just for meth abusers +Regulate your dose intake for heavy users +For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends +Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean? +You're recoverin', but you still use frequently +So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency +Can't escape old habits, so you copy the new shit +Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit +We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand +Check my passport, global support +Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut +That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up +[Outro: Method Man and Streetlife] +What up, Street? +Yo, what up, man? +We gon' put some ""Welcome to the meth lab"" on there +Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga +Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time? +Yeah, always, man +Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you +Go 'head, show 'em what you got" +"40th Street Black / We Will Fight[Hook] +We will fight till the night is done +We will live our lives tonight as one +We will live our lives tonight as one, one +[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] +I'm a bad mother, shut your mouth +Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out +What the stress about? INS best out +Fact, you knew that before he left the house +Fresh at the produce section +Gaze at my shine like a showroom necklace +Death wish, stepping in Deck's direction +I'm checking niggas like test questions +[Verse 2: Masta Killa] +Across 110th now, cross Belmont and Montauk +Camera hawk hawks the sidewalk +When they get to flexing muscle niggas bust you +Hustlers do you, gave you your first toolie +Cutting out of school to pump your first loose leaf +Think graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tape +Anything of pulse and heroin +Emcees frozen, cuban link chains are golden +I'm owning everywhere I'm holding it up, to keep it raw +Math here, I got 'em keep coming back for more +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Yo, man, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned up +Y'all don't want the drama, word up +The Wu first up, the game is the world versus us +Y'all was good 'til the world heard us +Y'all ain't want them Clan birds up +Y'all don't want your man served up, that'll get the fans worked up +Homie really wanna play, stir it up +I'ma catch me a wave, surfs up +Gliding on the track like this, make me wanna act like this +Make me wanna smack that trick +Make a killer really wanna yap that kid +If he opens up his yap that's it +[Hook] +We will fight till the night is done +We will live our lives tonight as one +We will live our lives tonight as one, one +[Verse 4: GZA] +Mass of minerals in a glass house +Playing 4th the Wu neutrinos will blast out +Letting out verbal thunder bolts +Until the world attract old and younger folks +Charge with the vitality of magnetism +In large reality with massive rhythm +The manual without technical part +From the beginning give off an electrical spark +[Verse 5: Cappadonna] +I respect you if you respect me +Everything's for real, WTC +No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy +Break bread, never have pockets empty +Let's get it, flip it up then we can spend it +The money train, Killa Beez on your brain +W's everywhere, one on your chain +Homeboys for life, please don't change +You can hide at my house, it ain't no thing +If you see the pigs, don't say jack +Call me original, don't say cap +I'm on the low, might be at the murder +Holding off the place y'all cats never heard of +Yeah, chicks wanna peep me out +Nasty ass, want me to pee in their mouth +But now I'm out, about to link with sticks +[Hook] +We will fight till the night is done +We will live our lives tonight as one +We will live our lives tonight as one, one +[Verse 6: U-God] +Bang a few notes up top, we call it beast mode +Forget the street codes, show you like a deep throat +It gets rougher, you suffer from the heat stroke +Blast barrels, embrace my leaf smoke +Park Hillians radio for back up +Polish your act up, nigga need a back up +Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up +UG's on the court, never miss a lay up +[Verse 7: RZA] +When the emcees came to live out their names +Some rode the bus, some rode the train +Some motherfuckers wish they never came +When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang +Nine Maseratis pulls up to this party hard +Body, the party is filled with Godbody +There out of shape models coming through with those bottles +And double D's please, all eyes follow +Pass me a bucket of ice, that's nice +Hit with the vodka, what you say proper +I drink with the copper, show up in a chopper +Stop her, she wanna have a ménage à trois +I can tell by the bra, RZA Ra-KZA-Keem is all is Allah +Do you wish or wish upon a star? Do you wish or wish upon a star? +[Hook] +We will fight till the night is done +We will live our lives tonight as one +We will live our lives tonight as one, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"In The City[Jae Millz] +Nigga. I'm from a city full of pity these niggas are silly +Kill you in Harlem hit the turnpike in lower Philly +And these little niggas ain't got books in their book bags +Your next neighborhood killer might be who you look past +Get it right before you get left +And sent to the upper room cause your ass couldn't calm down +Rewind me back and you notice I'm trying to warn you +Before your collarbone be what hollows are getting torn through +Play gangasta tonight and you won't see the morn' dew +And the whole next month would be something mother mourn through +God forgive me I know Thou shalt not kill +But id rather him than Millz so if I gotta I will +[Lil Wayne] +I'm from New Orlean where the water never clean +So ima gonna shower in some fuckin gasoline +You fuckin with the monster everyday is Halloween +My choppers ain't no doctors but they taking out your spleen +No my riders ain't no robbers but they taking everything +From Mamas to baby Mamas to Papas and we goin to pop up with poppers and leg warmers, barrel way down my jeans +My nigga ain't no fire but I'm a blaze everything +I'm that hollygrove roster and my number 17 +Eastside bitch, thats where I come up as a teen +But now I'm the man, and now I'm the man +And this is my land Lilweezyana and New Orleans In the City +[Short Dawg] +H-Town sunnyside this my playground +Home of ... candy paint 808 sound +Styrofoam here it is If you make my syrup spill +Ima put my hands on you like a steering wheel +And we dont feel to kill cause this the pace to cop the work +The cop's a jerk got it so hot its comin out my shirt +You get your mama merked, You know the Glocks will squirt +Cause niggas going out the shrooms and those hoes will pop the purse +Houston Texas who harder than us +With a hundred thousand flipped dope boys get a rush +Hunch of codine and we pour it in the cup, now everybody slower than the short yellow bus +Now everybody know that the boy is the truth +Stay down I team next door to the booth +Ill tell you 16th east exits side street right past is where we roll is where you find me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Heavy Metal[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib (Uh) +(She keep talking 'bout lime green, no) +(Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah) +Let's go +(Lil' slime Vert, bitch bendin' over) +Lil Uzi Vert +(Yeah, I got shoot 250, yeah) +Let's go +(She keep talking 'bout lime green, no) +Uzi Vert +(Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah) +Yeah +(Lil' slime Vert bitch, bendin' over, yeah) +Yeah +(Yeah, I got shoot 250, yeah) +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +I woke up richer than yesterday +I had to go get a check today +All by myself, no masturbate +Hoodbaby, come by, gave Tec away (Let's go) +That boy, he was talking yesterday +He probably get laid to rest today +I can put this shit together in a faster way +What, you want me to go and kill you straight? (Yeah, yeah) +Told that bitch listen, no, no you can't kiss me +I hit that thing once and then drip for the finish (Yeah) +Told that bitch, ""Turn around, lick on this dicky"" (Huh?) +I got these girls and they fightin' all up and like +And they screamin' out like, ""Pick me,"" like, ""Pick me"" +""Pick me,"" like, ""Pick me,"" like, ""Pick me,"" like, ""Pick me"" +Bitch, I'm a demon, I ride in a demon +Spin through your block, lil' bitch, this not a hemi (Skrrt) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't never seen a Rollie full of that piss +Two yellow chains and it look like Chris +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib +Uh, make the bitch ride dick, 10 speed, yeah +Which one leave home with me? Uh-uh-uh +[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert] +Drop about 8-350, yeah +She keep talking 'bout lime green, no +Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah +Lil' slime Vert, bitch bendin' over +Yeah, I got shoot 250, uh +No 100 round, bitch, 250, yeah +Two minutes, I made 250, yeah +Lil Uzi, I'm straight from the 16, yeah +On my neck spent 250, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Keed] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't hear never heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick (What?) +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist (Uh-uh) +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this (Uh-uh) +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib (Uh-huh) +[Verse 2: Lil Keed] +(Keed talk to 'em) +New Chi when shortkey and you know we ball out (Keed talk to 'em) +Fear of God on the kid, no Ferragamo, nah, none (Fear of God, Fear of God) +Y'all niggas be hoes, y'all the ones causin' 12 to come out (What?) +Yeah, I know y'all be the one telling them to come out (What?) +Bad ho climbing all on a nigga, I ain't talking treehouse (Let's go) +Y'all niggas rat, nigga +Heard y'all bitch niggas tellin' all (Rat, swear) +Yeah, we in the trap house, where we get the tray comin' in and out (What?) +And you know I'm at your bitch house, like a knife gettin' in her mouth (Let's go) +And you know I kept sticks on me, handgun was in the couch (Gun, swear) +And you know the ho goin' right up when the slime come through (Turn up, slimeball, turn up) +Y'all niggas be some old niggas, I don't know what y'all niggas 'bout (What?) +Racks in the Goyard bag, yeah +Hood baby to the moon, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib +[Verse 3: Lil Gotit] +(Hood Baby) +I'm the king +Diamond real water, told a nigga Aquafina (Let's go) +We beat the bitch down, told her to put on her jeans +Panamera coupe on the top got the rings (Skrrt-skrrt) +Clutch on the Glock, on the bottom got a beam (Brrt) +Eyes wide open, got me focused on the bean +Real class smoke got me high of the green (Let's go) +Know you can't cap to a hood baby, yeah (Oh no) +Talkin' real crazy, got them babies everywhere +Slatt Gotit gon' drip-drip, yeah this rare +You know you cannot clone me, oh, no, no, dear (Oh no) +She suck me real loose, diamonds hitting from the rear (Suck it up) +I done ran up the racks so they gave me all the medals (Run it up) +I'm Lil Gotit so no you do not owe me (Lil Gotit) +I'm the chosen, don't compare me to nobody (They know) +Put your code in and watch your body open (He frozen) +Big bloods on the low, yeah, slime they got it like oh yeah (Slime) +I rock with a torchy, yeah, I call that bitch that loco (That torchy) +No touchy-touchy, yeah, I told that bitch I model +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Better Off (Dying) (Original Version)[Chorus] +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine  lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You  don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dying +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine  lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You  don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin' +[Post-Chorus] +Baby,  I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +Baby,  I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +[Verse] +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break it +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break it +[Chorus] +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dying +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin' +[Post-Chorus] +Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +[Verse] +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Even Steven*Lyrics From Snippet +[Intro] +Brr, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah +Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn +Yeah +[Chorus] +This is not going platinum, this some street shit +It's crazy how she kiss her baby right after she eat dick (Woah) +It's crazy how my nigga made a million off of three licks +Break it down the middle and we made it even-steven (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +Everybody tryna say that I believe in demons (Huh?) +You believe in demons if you think I am a demon (Yeah) +I got so much money that the extra you can keep it (Yeah) +I stoppеd fucking average ho's 'cause thеy can't keep a secret (Shh) +I be calm in every situation 'cause I'm leanin' +That boy, he a jackass 'cause his money weiner (Slow) +My bitch got a fat ass, biggest ever seen (Woah) +If I didn't love her I would let my whole damn team hit +Okay, I hit with the semen (Semen), drippin' on her cleavage +Fuckin' is too easy (Woah) +Doggystyle, I'm sleepin' (Grr) +No, they can't believe this +These niggas, they heated +I can kill this fucking beat, no I don't need to remix +Yeah, holy moly +Bitch, I crushed the Rollie +Yeah, I crushed the Rollie +Ayy, I bust the Rollie +Yeah, she suck the Rollie +Make her fuck the Rollie +Man, fuck this Rollie +Bitch, I don't need no ice (I don't need no ice) +Bitch, put lean on ice (Put lean on ice) +I don't wan' sip no Sprite (I don't want no Sprite) +Sippin' on the cream all night (On cream all night) +Bitch, I'm feelin' just right (Just right, just right) +Told my bitch, ""Keep it tight"" (Keep it tight, shh) +Man, I'm creamin' at night (At night) +I don't see a opp in sight (Baow) +[Chorus] +This is not going platinum, this some street shit +It's crazy how she kiss her baby right after she eat dick (Woah) +It's crazy how my nigga made a million off of three licks +Break it down the middle, then we made it even-steven +[Verse 2] +I might change my name to Keef 'cause every minute I be chiefin' +My team scored a touchdown, they're not good at defense (Score) +She gon' lick my nuts now, my luck 'cause she eatin' (Yeah) +Yes, I am conceited, I must say got a reason (Yeah) +I call her my baby 'cause she act like she teethin' (Huh) +Rubbin' Molly on her gums 'til her gums hurt (Hurt) +Put my finger in her butt until my thumb hurt (Hurt) +Come on baby, get with sense, I make a star burstEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Motherless Child[Intro] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +Fatherless child, motherless child +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +You separate bars from man to man from bars +[Verse 1] +Damn, Mikey +Why you never talk to no one in school? +Why you be actin' so rude? +You ain't got no friends at all with you +You walk home but I never see nobody walk with you +Or talk to you +Girls try to talk to you, it's like you cold inside +You keep on walkin' on a bitch +Kinda cold inside +You don't even trust your friends +'cause you never had a friend +'cause your mother left you when you was 10 +Life full of sin +Walk to the store with the fiends +Conversate with the bums +Got no goals in your life +You ok with the slums +He been broke since he was young +He can't envision no peace +His daddy smokin' the pipe +His mama stuck in the streets +Fatherless child +[Chorus] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +He need a meal to feed his motherfuckin' self, homie +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +[Verse 2] +Wake up cookin' fuckin' breakfast +Iron his own clothes +Cook his own fuckin' dope +He don't trust hoes +He too scared to be a daddy +He don't trust hoes +What you expect, his mama left +He don't trust hoes +My daddy left when I was 14, I was fatherless +Nearly 14 up in the deep, real retarded shit +I sleep and eat on Garfield, I was fatherless +Connie can't tell me nothin' I don't wanna hear Taqueria shit +My nigga Titus lost his mama +Been sellin' dope since he was 9 +He say his Aunty his mommy and mad at his daddy +Can't nobody make him go to school +So he don't go, he ratchet +He say fuck the world +He get money he have to +Motherless child +[Chorus] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +He need a meal to feed his motherfuckin' self, homie +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +[Verse 3] +Free all my niggas in prison +Who need to be back with they children and siblings +So they can have less fatherless children runnin' this Earth +My niggas come from the dirt +The mud is downgrade +He got no mama and no daddy +So fuck it he found Satan +Fatherless child +Lookin' for love he lost patience +Got a pistol and went crazy +Wishin' he was Wayne shit so he could call Baby +This a fatherless child in a fatherless situation +He never had a father and I want a rapper to replace him +[Chorus] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +He need a meal, he feed his motherfuckin' self, homie +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +[Outro] +I know your pain +Fatherless child +[?] +Motherless child +The walk that he walk +Fatherless child +You might of lost your mom and your daddy +Pray for that child +This for that lil girl sellin' pussy +Fatherless child +For that lil nigga in juvenile detention center +Pray for that child +Pray for that child +Fatherless childEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"2013[Verse] +A close encounter of the Fourth Kind +Alien abductions, suction cups, puncture and fuck +Rape, rupture and suck, clusters of pumps +Constant transfusions suction the puss +Lucid autopsies that dwarf Nazis, functions erupt +Cold War between the Devil and does God exist? +No Geneva Convention politics +Just tractor beams and Elohim fatherships +Ever since they discovered 51 +Taking ten of us for every one of them +Some are never heard from again +Some returned retarded, others programmed with propaganda +Honored doctors find most of their orifices tampered and soldered +Vital organs randomly removed, replaced by those of animals +In some rare cases diseases like AIDS and cancer are cured +The planet’s still doomed, modern man is a fool +They plan to hit the ship floating over Iran with a nuke +After 2012 came and passed, the motherships arrived +In 2013 and publicly entered the world scene +I talked about this ten years ago on Non Phixion songs +Now strapped onto a table being operated on +By numerous species of various extraterrestrial feces +Transcending beyond existing theses +No anesthesia, screaming “Please kill me, read me Revelation 7:17” +The Lamb of God shall be the shepherd of the throne of Elohim +Why did you piss them off? Primitive and coarse +Reverse-engineering built those space shuttles lifting off +Stolen recipes, stealth weaponry, stop rivals +Alien fibers that resemble the mind of H.R. Giger +Like a Dr. York R&B ballad +Unexplainable like two planes colliding with three towersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Heard ’Em Say[Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion] +[Intro] +Wake up Mr. West - Mr. West - Mr. West... +Uh, yea, uh, yea, uh, yea +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +And I heard 'em say, nothing's ever promised tomorrow today +From the Chi, like Tim it's a harder way +So this is in the name of love like Robert say +Before you ask me to go get a job today +Can I at least get a raise of the minimum wage? +And I know that the government administer AIDS +So I guess we just pray like the minister say +Allāhu Akbar and throw in some hot cars +Things we see on the screen that's not ours +But these niggas from the hood so these dreams not far +Where I'm from the dope boys is the rock stars +But they can't cop cars without seeing cop cars +I guess they want us all behind bars - I know it +[Chorus: Kanye West & Adam Levine] +Uh, and I heard 'em say (Ooh), nothing's ever promised tomorrow today +And I heard 'em say +Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today (Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today) +But we'll a find a way +And nothing last forever but be honest babe +It hurts but it may be the only way +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +They say people in your life are seasons +And anything that happen is for a reason +And niggas gun clapping and keep to squeezing +And Gran keep praying and keep believing +In Jesus, and one day that you see him +'Til then walk in his footsteps and try to be him +The devil is alive I feel him breathin +Claiming money is the key, so keep on dreamin +And put them lottery tickets just to tease us +My Aunt Pam can't put them cigarettes down +So now my little cousin smokin' them cigarettes now +His job try to claim that he too niggerish now +Is it 'cause his skin blacker than licorice now? +I can't figure it out, I'm sick of it now +[Chorus: Kanye West & Adam Levine] +Uh, and I heard 'em say (Ooh), nothing's ever promised tomorrow today +And I heard 'em say +Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today (Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today) +But we'll a find a way +And nothing last forever but be honest babe +It hurts, but it may be the only way +[Post-Chorus: Adam Levine] +With every worthless word we get more far away +And nothing's ever promised tomorrow today +And nothing lasts forever but be honest babe +It hurts but it may be the only way +Oohh, Oohh, Oohh, Oohh +[Outro: Kanye West] +Uh, yea, uh, yea, uh, yea" +"All I Need (LP version)Chorus: +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu +Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo +On top of that you got the good power-U +Verse One: +Check it out +Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me +For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me +Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman +Queen with a crown that be down for whatever +There are few things that's forever, my lady +We can make war or make babies +Back when I was nuttin +You made a brother feel like he was something +That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin +Even when the skies were gray +You would rub me on my back and say ""Baby it'll be okay"" +Now that's real to a brother like me baby +Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight +And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live +In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids +Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife +Just be there for me I'm a make sure we +Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury +I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me +But cha did now I'm going all out kid +And I got mad love to give, you my nigga +Chorus 2X +Verse Two: +I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone +Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone +Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own +No need to shop around you got the good shit at home +Even if I'm locked up North you in the world +Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo +It be true me for you that's how it is +I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz +Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth +Resurrect the God through birth +Best believe +Chorus 2X" +"NFL[Intro: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah, back to the squad days +Sittin' on the corner of Benson (Whoo, whoo) +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah, let's take it back to the squad days (Yeah) +Sittin' on the corner of Benson (Benson) +Smoke kickin' herb with my henchman (Henchman) +He tryna play games and we benched him (Blagh, blagh) +Scramble your egg with a biscuit (Blagh, blagh) +Pay me, don't pay me attention (Yeah) +I was 16, did I mention? (Yeah) +Trans Am was yellow like Simpson (Yo) +Make the tires spin like a helicopter (Skrrt) +Sticks sound like it's a helicopter (Blagh, blagh) +Gеt a room at the LaQuinta Inn (Yeah) +Ball hard with no timeout (Ha) +Now I'ma show you what thе grind 'bout (Juh) +Wavy baby, I don't wipe off (Yeah) +All-star, I don't try out (Juh) +Make the play, I don't strike out (Whoo) +Let me tell you something you don't know about (Whoo) +Me and Fee rode to Houston (Fee) +Came back with some jewelry (Juh) +And more green than a grower house (Whoo) +Pull up, meet me at the IHOP (Juh) +Hell, yeah, (Whoo) why not? (Juh) +Work stashed in a tight spot (Juh) +That's how I ball like Cyclops (Whoo, whoo) +[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] +(Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women, that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women, that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +I think I play in the NFL (Yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Take it back, SQ days +Mrs. Sharon house, Lex coupe days +Had red beams for blue rays +Had 'lotta green for a few greys +Big heads before blue heads +Had loose cannons, no loose threads +Always sharp as number-2 lead +Number one when it come to new meds +Tattoo tears, few shed +Had closed ears for the who said +Extra, extra, read all about it +Her legs spread, then the news spread +Got some goons up in Shrewsbury +Turn a grape head to a prune head +A snake head to a wound head +Some snake heads be two-headed +Got two guns for that type of shit +Ballin' like we at the Super Bowl +Scorin' touchdowns and just spike this shit +You know the other team, they don't like this shit +Tell 'em kick it off, nigga, here's the tip +Party 'cause we win it every year +Players can't respect better players +Ballin' like we in the NFL +[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] +(Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +I think I play in the NFL (Yeah) +[Verse 3: HoodyBaby] +I started off with a old Colt girl +Link up 'cause you so dope +Doughboy 'cause I sold dough +No suit, just a gold robe (Hello) +Nigga, who am I? Am I who? +All I know, nigga, I ain't you +I just do what I came to do +Don't follow me, just follow through +My main bitch tried to tie the knot +My side bitch a ringer too +I can teach you a thing or two +My full circle drug, ring a fool +It go left, left, pass (Ayy) +Automatic cash (Ayy) +Big booty bitch (Ayy) +Girl, I'm on your ass (Ayy) +All my bitches poppin', we pop up and pop a tag (Ayy) +Call me Hoodybaby, I'm the nigga with the bag +You got some junk in your trunk +Bitch, I'm takin' out the trash +Brr, hello? +[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] +(Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +I think I play in the NFL (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Stapleton Sex[Intro: Girl] +Mmm, oh, ugh, put it in +Yeah +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +You can put my, dick in your mouth and play with my nuts +But before I bust, babe, I think I'll cum in your butt +I got my, gun on the floor and I'm ready to fuck +Like it's nothing, it's nothing +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo my, face is wet, got hair on my tongue +Cuz I'mma greedy nigga, absorb pussy juice like a sponge +Feel the pretty warm dick, rub it on your clit +Oh, right before I bust, I spray it on your tits +Switch you over, throw you to the side with one leg up +See the head slide in your hole, he stay up +Dick all shiny, helmet head bulging, smack it on your tooshie +When I hear the (click click) it's wet and it's gooshy +From behind, I'm a master mind, hundred fast ones +And slow it up, because I know how to fuck +Keep your pussy right there, don't move, ooh +Holla at your boy, baby, do what it do +I love fucking you, your pussy's the bomb (yeah) +Think about fucking this shit all day when I'm gone +Get up, suck that dick, spit on it, slob on that shit +More bubbles at the knob of that shit +It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right? +Turn around, get on all four +(You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up +(Why you fucking me like that?) Shut the fuck up +This ain't no R&B dick, this hood +My slow jam dick is on Thursday's, if my sugar high +My dick don't get up, you know I'm the best +Just, shut your mouth up like you under arrest +I'm ready to cum (you ready to cum) +Yeah, keep it right (oh my gosh, my pussy is numb) +OK, just rub it up against your hole +Put your thumb in your mouth, and fuck me real slow +Look at me, yeah, baby, I'mma let that go +Tell me you love me (I love you, baby) Oh oh +[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Girl)] +Oh shit, don't touch me, don't touch me +I said don't touch me, chill +Let me get a cigarette (you don't smoke, nigga) +Oh yeah, I forgot (haha) I love when you fuck me like that +I'mma go put up some work at the studio, though +But when I get back, have a little nurse outfit on +With the hat to the side, so I can bend you over +In that little desk we got in the room +In your thigh highs, word up, and I'mma stop at the Adel store +And get one of them little screaming O's +So you can sit your little clit on it and just +Let it buzz off all day (yeah) Knowhatimsaying, ma? +I'mma get the nine and move" +"I Line Niggas[Intro] +I'm trying to tell you, but you won't hear me, son +The nigga be right there in front of them buildings +Yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah) +Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah) +Yeah, nigga, yeah (Yeah) +Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah +[Chorus] +I line niggas +I do my homework, I'll find niggas +The niggas that did that they my niggas +You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas +You die, die, nigga, die +[Verse 1] +I'm right 'bout where your man'll stay, my man blew your man away +Did him dirty and ran away, who's the next candidate? +To get hit with the cannon, ayy, you little niggas wanna play +We can go back and forth in broad day +Let it off, hop in the rental car, pull away smooth +Put that twerk in that work and we at you with the tools +Nigga, we ain't selling packs no more so we ain't on the strip +Got that llama in the 'Llac strapped leaning in the whip +[Chorus] +I line niggas +I do my homework, I'll find niggas +The niggas that did that they my niggas +You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas +You die, die, nigga, die +[Verse 2] +First, I find your bitch creep then we found a nail shop +Now would you looky here, we done found your mama's spot +It's so easy, damn, I'm greasy +Goons don't use Auto-Tune, that's Yeezy +Yeah, summer now, good time to hunt you down +Keep the pump around, we catch him we gon' slump him now +Timing is everything, I plot it out perfect +Drop a bag off to my nigga just to make it worth it +[Chorus] +I line niggas +I do my homework, I'll find niggas +The niggas that did that they my niggas +You bring that bullshit 'round my niggas +You die, die, nigga, die +[Outro] +Nigga, what up? +These niggas think I'm playing with 'em, yeah +Niggas smiling and shit, go 'head, nigga +Keep thinking I'm careful +I'll shoot the shit out of these niggas, man +I let my niggas go, watch (I line niggas) +Oh my God, y'all niggas know me (I line niggas) +Y'all wasn't supposed to let me get this money +Now what? (I line niggas)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"5 Heartbeats[Intro: 50 Cent] +Nights like this... I wish +Rain drops would fall +5 heartbeats left +One last deep breath +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +I got a 16 shot Ruger, I got 16 cars +All over how I write 16 bars +Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards +I run Interscope, uh-uh Oh, my God +Your stuff I'll make it hot +You want I'll get ya shot +You're just open your coffin +You're dead men walking +Now when I'm out in London they say I'm so smart +I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard +[Hook: 50 Cent] +I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya +Must be goin' crazy +Cause I'm still down +To get down to let off rounds +I'm loadin up my 380 +I can't wait 'till I see death +[Verse 2: Tony Yayo] +I'm tryin' to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators +My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters +The condos in Vegas - cause NY freezin' +My strap is the reason that you on the floor bleedin' +I learned the Coke game Young and Watchin' 50! +And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly +Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur +Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur. [shot] {DAMN!} +[Hook] +I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya! +Must be goin' crazy +Cause I'm still down +To get down to let off rounds +I'm loadin' up my 380 +I can't wait 'till I see - death! +Oh babyyyy! +Nigga I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you +[Outro: 50 Cent] +It's the first of the month +Hahahaha +It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga +OOOHHH! +It's a fuckin' zoo out here, man +These fuckin' chimpanzees, man +Fuckin' monkeys talkin' 'bout me, man +Pull through there man, it's hot +These niggas out on the curb, I'm like look at these donkies +Bunch of fuckin' jackasses +Man go do something, nigga +What the fuck, man? +Damn, nigga go to jail nigga +Give yourself an excuse for bein' Fuckin' broke nigga +Come on, man +Fuck is up man +This 50, man +South Side, man +You already know what I'm about boyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Do It[Verse 1: Prodigy] +P +Pack up +All you out your league +I be the Head Nigga In Charge +Y'all be the niggas under me +This is my house +What the fuck you think +You get spanked comin up in my shit +I run this +My shit pop like them white boys on MTV +Your shit sound weak when its played after me +There is no competition +I'm the number 1 album of 2000 +Cause your shits suck +Me and Hav be the best niggas to ever do it +What you think its just music +We live this shit +We from the soil the dirt the grain the pain +It still hurts +You can never satisfy my thirst +Y'all niggas had best disperse +I charge niggas with intent +You ain't gangstas +Go ahead jump and get plucked nigga +My guns buck and we love to fuck niggas up +[Hook: Prodigy] +If yall niggas want to get at P +Do it +You got problems you want it with me +Come one +If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what +Do it do it come on do it +If the ladies want to holla at P +Do it +Gettin hot you want to slide with me +Come on +For my mamis honeys big body bunnies +Come on come on do it +[Verse 2: Prodigy] +And the shit that kill me +Is radio be acting like they can't feel me +Said we too filthy +We uncensored +Not to mention all the drama and tension +When we step in +Your event get shut down when we dumb out +We got good hearts though we ain't start the bout +We just brawled em out and hauled em out +Promoters get scared and put on the lights for the house +Dun we just tryin to have fun +Boo at the ladies and possibly get in the jump +You crazy +You get blown open son +You tried to stop that flow on a big showboat and got cut the most +While your dogs afloat +Me and mines keep partyin and sparkin dope +Its simple +P is not to be fucked with +Put your thugs up put your guns up and shit +[Hook: Prodigy] +If yall niggas want to get at P +Do it +You got problems you want it with me +Come one +If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what +Do it do it come on do it +If the ladies want to holla at P +Do it +Gettin hot you want to slide with me +Come on +For my mamis honeys big body bunnies +Come on come on do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"4, 3, 2, 14,3,2,1 +[BOOSIE] Verse 1 +I got a hustle that's unmatchable +A swag that can't be touched +I got real blood diamonds +Snatch this chain, you gon' get bussed +Every thang I spit be sick +So I dun fucked tha world up +Got respect across the world +But I don't never get enough +Trigger finger soft as tissue +Boy, lil' boy don't call my bluff +I got bitches like Delicious +Squirt when they catch a nut +I got Polo on my body +Red bottoms on my feet +I got bitches in Milwaukee +Detroit, all tha way to Flint +I got kush like Wiz, so you know a nigga lit +Came out tha pussy bout my biz so I gotta represent +In tha cage full of rage +And now it's time to vent +They took Lil Bleek away from me +So now it's time to sin huh +[HOOK] +4,3,2,1 +Realest nigga at this shit +[VERSE 2] +I got deals on tha table +And they talkin big ol' money +Time to do some big ol' stuntin' +Hit tha ground, and keep runnin' +Real shit back so won't you hear it now +Got all my real niggas in heaven +Smilin', lookin' down +This for my niggas in tha kitchen mane +Who cookin' now +Nigga got that charge +Who sittin' in central booking now +Mane they say 2Pac back +I'm tha closet, hands down +But I don't rap beef +Say sumin' bout me +You gon' get laid down +I never switch +I took my lick and I laid down +So many shitted on ya boy +But they gon' pay now +And I'm tha man from East Oakland to Chi-town +Nothing but Boosie when they ride +When they ride 'round +That crack music nigga +I go hard nigga +It's so addictive, explicit +Contagious +Talk about lickin', killin in these streets +I'm so outrageous +I'm a army by myself +I put labels on my back +I put candy on my whip +And I put paper on a rat +Got a gift to touch some hearts +And Im gon' thank tha man for that +These couple years been hard +But bitch I'm almost back +I like 'em thick +I like 'em slim +I like 'em just right fine +I like my head slow motion +And look in my eyes +Minor setback for a major comeback +You know I wasn't lying +If I ain't fuck yo bitch +You know I wasn't tryin' +My secret weapon Iviona +And she top of tha line +Learned tha business up in prison +Im on top of my grind +My circle small +Cuz half my dawgs fightin' 1st degree murder +Ready to get back to the streets +And light that 1st degree purple +Promised my niggas in the pen +I was gon' touch and act a beast +They ain't comin' like I'm comin' +Now tha game belong to me +Don't want Bobby by tha pound +I don't want Whitney by tha key +I just want my 7 kids who mean tha world to me +Yo girl a freak +She ate my meat, and ya'll married +Ratchet +No more walkin' round wit 50 g's +Plastic +Got a BB shirt on wit' her hair down +Jazzy +A hundred grand a night +Fuckin' right +I'm still happy 2x +Tote a packEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Larry Csonka[Intro] +Bronsolino +Fuck that sitting-down rap type shit, man +I stand up, cause I'm a motherfucking man +And I'm motherfucking hot +[Verse 1] +Peep it +I'm on the third floor, your class was in the basement +You know what that means; you got a hint of retardation +Well, me too, I'm fully-blown just like the flow, though +Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono +Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil +Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off at the nostrils +Well, me and Docker eating dinner at the brothel +Never sniff that blanco, that's word to OJ's Bronco +Cop a Dutch and break it open, overfill it +I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though +Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito +Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays on the visual +Ginger ale and hot sauce, two things I live by +I'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die +Green DeVille, right, green drugs, but hold the serum +Rub the things together, then you clear 'em, flatline +The prosciutto, olives from Tunisia +Drums are hittin' hard because they chopped up like a cleaver +And yes I'm smokin' all the reefer +The night creeper +I love the pussy really tight, that's with a light Caesar +Can it be that I'm the Golden Child, the chosen one +The piggies saying freeze, but every time they did I chose to run +Takin' that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier's gun +Hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son +Crack the pepper over thin crust that's handmade +I'm stayin' strapped just like the Air Raid +Yo, take a taste of my nuts +Know they sweet just like the candy +Dick is the same color as Band-Aid, understand me? +I built this building, they came and then I conquered +Two hour flights to Heathrow up in the Concorde +Fermented grapes up in my glass that bear the same name +I'm working hard because that's what I need to maintain +Killer Queens is on the rise, so understand me +Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's a Grammy in a room for my family +Also known as a den +Post and toast with Lauren +Posing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm +[Interlude] +Uh, let me take a little break fam +I'm fucking straight out of surgery, man +I need a little break +When I come back in, I'mma come back in hard, though +I promise you that +(Look at my motherfucking shoulders, son) +[Verse 2] +Yo +I'm diving in like Louganis +I'm aiming right for that anus +Trying to give her a payment to rent the pussy like Avis +Peace to Shaevitz & Shaevitz +My rhymes are seasoned for flavor +Fuck with shorties that's in shape, they got the V like they're Vader +Ah ha, Animal Style, flippin' like a flipjack +You heard the cat rap, like animal's fear from a rat, got +Ankle length, that's suede, the jacket +Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke +Do the Chatatimmy Shimmy like a crackhead +No one compare to me, lampin' with my tangerine +I'm fiend out, so I'm bangin' on the tambourine +Yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner +And I'mma send the doja down in case they run up on ya +Your style is celibate, I'm elegant, trust +My style is liver and I'm ivory like a elephant tusk +Swirl the wine inside the glass that got the delicate musk +Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show +Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow +Finish on the women +That mean the bitch from Finland +Her tits are bonkers +Chilling in her chanclas +Rollers in her hair, I'm running through it, Larry Csonka +[Outro] +Bronsolino +You don't even know who fucking Larry Csonka is, man +Get the fuck off my wee-wee +PussyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"When I’m Lonely[Intro] +(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) +[Verse 1] +Me, I be selling them Hunchos, straight to the county, they get out, I get them a gun store +I done been stuck in the trenches, I dance with the devil and I sell drugs to my uncle +And I gave niggas the lean, the weed, the drugs, I did this shit off the muscle +All of these niggas be havin', them niggas be claimin' they lovin', I did it with nothin' +You in the streets for nothin', I'm doin' all I can, they ain't need for nothin' +Whenever them people comin', why you gon' war over a bitch, alleged beef or somethin'? +I'm tryna delete, I hop in the Jeep for weeks, I couldn't sleep for nothin' +I like to preach and I am signed to the streets like I got the key or somethin' +[Chorus] +I take drugs when I feel lonely +Ride with my gun when I feel lonely +I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely +I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely +[Verse 2] +Told my brother we fuckin' with no condoms and we havin' babies all over +I used to be around niggas I love for real but they had the hate on they shoulder +I was in the kitchen, niggas water-whippin' and I feel like they was hittin' the yola +And it was blowin' my mind, I landed in Cali, them bitches was hittin' the coke +Foenem came to the crib, told 'em to get the room 'cause niggas can't sleep on the sofa +I was taking Percocets, he was off the water, that nigga was deep in the ocean +I gotta get it in motion (Yeah), I steady look over my shoulders (Yeah) +I'm beatin' my case with a motion (Yeah), pass me a Tesla, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin' +Wake me up 'cause them Percs callin', Mikey-ikey, yeah, that's my doggy +He know I'm straight that whenever he call me, keep it street, whatchu mean you saw me? +I fell asleep with the Nina on me, these whole carats, Aquafina on me +Only The Family that's on my family, I love my family, I don't need homies +[Chorus] +I take drugs when I feel lonely +Ride with my gun when I feel lonely +I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely +I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Moral of the Story[Intro] +Ah-em +[Verse] +Baby mama say I ain't shit +Make a nigga feel like shit +Talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, ""Dear Life"" shit +So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it +I just hope I die for a reason +They probably won't miss me 'til they need me +Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord +I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, ""Dear Life"" shit +Way too concerned to be conceited +I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord +Die tryna reach 'em +They care more about how much I leave 'em +Where'd I leave it? +I hope I left more of an impression +And all of my blessings for my kids and Miss Cita, Lord +Just got off the phone with my son +Told him, ""You're a son of a gun"" +Just got off the phone with my daughter +Told her, ""I won't hesitate to fuck a young nigga up"", Lord +My new bitch left me +She said she felt too disrespected +It made no sense to me +But not to the people closest to me +And that's why she left +My smile just left +Can't lie though, I tried though +I'll die tryin', that's a common death +We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams +Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath +Now they try to tell me I need rest +And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet +Oh, but I guess it is what it is +As it appears, oh shit +There go the tears, there go the drank +There go the pills, you know the drill +Sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird +He done died so many times and still here +Why am I here? +Dear Life +What is my reason? What am I here for, that's the question? +My children, that was easy. So easy +Sometimes our loved ones don't love us +I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love +Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber +I just tell my lady, ""Nothing's easy"" +Even though I make it look easy +But understand looks are deceiving +Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance +'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it +Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it +Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it +Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' +Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me +Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' +I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die +I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion +I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string +I can't describe it +Feel like a anchor tied to my finger +Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink +I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas +There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength +I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga +So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink +It's way too real +The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real +I hope it gave you chills +The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill +You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real +Gettin' high after I paid the bill +Lower than a Navy SEAL +Show up with them Navy guns +I hope somebody prayin' for 'em +Price tag, no mistake, somebody payin' for 'em +Ice bath when my face numb, no expression +What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? +Mama told me, ""Fuck the world and be so aggressive. Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive"" +I don't get too high to look over blessings +Never come in second, make the most of your seconds +They so precious +'Cause if we could buy time every store would sell it +If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling +I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic +Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache +Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better +I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter +[Refrain] +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question +I ask the reader +God bless the reader +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Selfish (Candy Shop Blend)[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West) +...Calling (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) +All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) +(I can't) Let you (let you) +(I want you to myself I can't help it) +Be with no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby +(T3) +To my thick chicks down in Texas +All the way to New Orleans where da girls cook catfish +And in LA every chick's an actress +Hollywood status with the shaded glasses +To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest +Where the ladies got ass to sell a lot of sex +And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best +Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess +And New York women are way too fresh +Too much on your mind let me ease that stress +I wish you all were mine it's so selfish +Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess +But, to my ladies all across the globe +In small towns that I don't even know +To all local international codes +Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm +Callin... +(Chorus) +I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) +All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) +(I can't) Let you (let you) +(I want you to myself I can't help it) +Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby +(K. West) +Uh! And I'll be trying to come around my girl acting like Mr +Friendly +And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley +I spotted her like Spud McKenzie +And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies +Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get em a +Clone +He said yeah you know you got extra hoes +And everything you do is extra cold +From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece +I got family in high places like Jesus' niece +Can I please, say my peace +If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased +And this one here, is a heat rocks +Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks +New version of Pete Rock! +But for that Benz I get CL love +So I switch my girls around like 3LW +I'm calling +(Chorus) +I'm calling (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) +All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) +(I can't) Let you (let you) +(I want you to myself I can't help it) +Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby +(Baatin) +What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey +Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried +Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland +For that good head in your Jetta better believe it +Shanice you're my piece from Compton +Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark +Up +Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail +You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel +You lookin good in that one showin off your body +Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's +Take me to after parties her name was Carrie +And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry +But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis? +You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes +Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine +I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time +(Chorus: John Legend) +I'm calling (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) +All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish) +Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) +(I can't) Let you (let you) +(I want you to myself I can't help it) +Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby +(Outro: John Legend) +I'm calling (calling) out to (out to) all my (all my) +Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I can't) let you (let you) +Be with, no one, but me, baby" +"In da Field (Freestyle)[Intro] +Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah +You know I'm savage +""Aye Bully Drop That Shit"" +[Verse] +.40 Glock posted on the block +And my shorty pop when that forty stop +You a cold rat informing cops +And all we do is hit the opps +Got a forty shot in your fitted cap +Bitch sucking dick and she been a thot +Riding four Gs with them tie-on locks +She sipping lean, get high a lot +We busting shells and we throwing shots +From Philadel' where they die a lot +You ain't putting in work, you ain't high a lot +Only thing you do is lie a lot +I know some niggas that sock the cops +I know some niggas that shot a cop +I'm 'bout my cream, Promethazine +And I whip the til' my til' my hand lock +She sucking dick, nut in her eyes +Fucked her so hard she feel paralyzed +Lil Uzi vert he a monster +That AK gon' terrorize +I ain't scared nigga I take a life +I ain't got the gun I'll shake the knife +Ain't got that put your shit on ice +She sucking dick she ain't been a dyke +Important (Important) +Yeah my jewels been imported (Imported) +Oh that bitch ain't white I swear she imported (She not) +Flawless, ass so fat it look like a target +I love the farmers +Regular bitch proceed 'em with caution (No, no) +Bargains, I get that lean by the bargains +Flossin' they askin' me how much that shit costin' +Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot) +Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot, thot) +Get off me, I'm winnin' +Lil Uzi be sinnin' (Lil Uzi) +Got a bitch on me +Got hundred racks and I be spending (My nigga) +Platinum plus the grill, can't fuck with no gold (No, no) +Yeah I got a bitch 36 years old (Yeah) +Yeah I got a brick, thirty six O's +Yeah I killed that, feel like I'm the bro +Okay she might be the hoeski, pass her to the broski +Gettin' all this money whip that shit like cannolis +I just did it, spent it spend it +Talkin' on my pivot +Yeah nigga I'm piff (Yeah) +Yeah I'm still on my pivot (Yeah) +I feel like I'm Scottie Pippen +I feel like I'm Jordan (Jordan) +Most of my bitches be whorin' (Be whorin') +I prolly can get that shit +Water whip that brick +Yeah I just got a bitch ice tea like its Brisk +I just killed it +Damn, damn, Lil Uzi (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +Lil Uzi lil uzi thats what the groupies say +Lil uzi, lil uzi, let the toolie spray +Lil uzi, lil uzi the life before the fame (yeah yeah) +You know I'm bout to be on top +You know I just got the old rocks +You know got the hood rocks +Still up in my +I just just get it +I just said just flip it +I turn around and all up out +And know I'm wit' it +Is you with it +You with it, I'm with it +Prometh', Prometh' you know I'ma sip it +[Outro] +Hold up +Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn +Lil Uzi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Cold World (RZA Mix)[Chorus: D'Angelo] +Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked +Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down +In this cold, cold world +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +[Verse 1: GZA] +It was the night before New Year’s +And all through the fucking projects +Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC +Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear +And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there +You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight +Fuck blue and white +They escape before them flash the fucking lights +Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes +Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game +Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it +Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses +But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses +Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless +Links was snatched off necks, left scars on throats +Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats +Against those who felt the cold from the steel made ‘em fold +And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill +Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber +No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmers +And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs +And pockets dug from everything except check stubs +And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville +Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look +For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops +For his cream he stashed in a shoebox +But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers +You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars +And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets +Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae +Increase the murder rate +Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then +Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican +Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again +Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington +[Chorus: D'Angelo] +Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked +Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down +In this cold, cold world +They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots +Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down +In this cold, cold world +[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] +Yo; no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs +And seize packages and pocket the currency +Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed +Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay +Madness strikes at twelve o’clock midnight +Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light +And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash +Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast +Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours +Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars +Hospital floors surrounded by the law +Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door +My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team +‘Cause niggas’ main concern is C.R.E.A.M +Some niggas in the jet-black Galant +Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont +I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid +And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled +Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast +‘Cause the crime boss is passing off cash +Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef +Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief +You witness the saga, casualties and drama +Life is a script; I’m not an actor but the author +Of a modern-day opera, where the main character +Is presidential papers, the dominant factor +[Chorus: D'Angelo] +Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked +Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down +In this cold, cold world +They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots +Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down +In this cold, cold world +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +[Outro] +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo +Doo-doo-doo" +"Only the Rugged Survive[Intro: RZA] +Hahahahaha, Steels... +You bout to catch this vick +Yo, you bout to catch this vick +[RZA] +Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid +Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad +Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibat steak +Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the single plate +Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky +For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer +Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt piff +Now we lifty, MC dread head, split up and smoke swiftly +Then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty +Vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry +Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi +When dog mentioned hingie, then when they tempted me +All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy +This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur +Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like +Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit +We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip +And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick +[Chorus 2X: RZA] +It's the season of the vick, bitch, you getting hit up +With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up +[RZA] +Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie +Grab 'em, through 'em on the floor, smacked 'em, my dudes bout to stab 'em +Bitch was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming +You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen +Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up +Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your fucking place up +He was like 'Yo, Bobby Steels, chill, for real, please spare me' +Billy put the gun to his face like 'Bobby, go 'head, try to dare me' +I was like 'Nah, son, chill, ain't necessary' +His bird was in the backround, still singing like a canary +Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortiuary +When the gun starts to click, and we spit, that crazy scary +Open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash +And me, oh, I simply grabbed the Digi +Tied 'em up and gagged up, duct tape and paper bagged him +Him and his bitch, in the whip, yup, we back in the magnum +Return to the dread spread, gave him his cut of the bread +Rumor has it, Billy duffed them other cuts with dead +[Chorus 4X]" +"Ya’meen[Intro: Method Man] +Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen +On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in +Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo +[Verse 1: Method Man] +How should I get it started? Fuck it, just get it started +These trash talkin' artists is nothin', niggas is garbage +When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed +His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me, regardless +Might break a promise, but never, breakin' the code +Some get popped and call for they mamma when the drama unfolds +My block, hot as a sauna, marijuana and dough +Crack deals on every corner, fiends run up on ya with soap +And if life's a bitch, then I bet she's bitter and cold +Erry'time she thinkin' I fold, seven figures get sold +Meth all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose +Cops don't know about this Method, but smell it all in his clothes +Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that? I'm back +With enough Sensamilla to fill ya vanilla wraps up +New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands +'Cause hip hop ain't feelin' them flip-flops, they feminine +[Chorus: Method Man] +I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen) +Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen) +Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen) +If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen) +The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen) +Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen) +Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen) +If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen) +[Verse 2: Fat Joe] +You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues +You know New York is dyin' after all the shit we been through +And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun +Homie, you can't live, gotta go and get them guns +You know them hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage +Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package +We pushin' rain pain, gotta go and get that money +Y'all going ""hey hey"", but don't that pen look lovely +You - must - not - know - who - y'all niggas is fuckin' with +I - can - take - life - nig... just for the fuck of it +Crack's crazy, that nigga'll smack babies +Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady +Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle +Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you +The Average Joe, with an average flow +Me and Meth bringin' back New York, nigga +[Chorus: Method Man] +I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen) +Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen) +Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen) +If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen) +The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen) +Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen) +Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen) +If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen) +[Verse 3: Styles P] +You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles +S.P., turn the top five into vegetables +You don't believe me? Get 'em all in the room +And the next five, I plan to gettin' all of them soon +Y'all can meet me at the table that's round, or get ya place in the ground +That's what you get when you facin' me, clown +Who got the crown? I'ma piss on it now while they wearin' it +Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearin' it +Been Nike Airin' it, white tee out +Stick-up kid season when the dice be out +I'm about to start investin' and liftin', niggas sippin' soup +Ghost rap, I'm knockin' out your icey mouth +Niggas in the East wanna unite, not me +If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come at me right +Naw'Imean? If you don't, then you know how that beam +The four-four knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga +[Chorus: Method Man] +I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen) +Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen) +Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen) +If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen) +The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen) +Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen) +Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen) +If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen)" +"Skrubs[Intro] +I told you I ain't gon' leave you +It's your swag though +Them Chanel Tennicitos (DY Krazy) +That you in +[Chorus] +It's gon' be okay, okay, okay +Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay +Baby lead the way, the way +Yeah, yeah, the way, the way +(Oh oh) +When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) +And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) +And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) +When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) +[Verse 1] +I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me +I let them get inside my head (Okay, okay, okay) +I know you wishin' I was dead (Okay, okay, okay) +And she won't put up with my bullshit (Won't nah) +The way I make that pussy scream, she think I'm hood rich (Think I'm hood rich, yeah yeah) +They couldn't imagine us, we got 'em mad as fuck (Oh oh) +I'ma get your Patek bust, I'ma let you count it up (Yeah yeah) +Bust down Patek for me (Turn up) +Put my dick on her teeth (Turn up) +Fucked up and gave her the key (Skrrt) +I gave her the recipe (Turn up) +I got my head in the streets (Got my head in the streets) +She like when I suck on her feet (She like when I suck on her feet) +She in love with me +She like it doggy style (She like it doggy style) +She count up a hundred thou' (She count up a hundred thou') +Cheat on me, it can't be long +Pass me the drugs, my high comin' down +[Chorus] +It's gon' be okay, okay, okay +Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay +Baby lead the way, the way +Yeah, yeah, the way, the way +I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) +When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) +And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) +And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) +When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) +I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me +[Verse 2] +And I can't let nobody tell me that my bitch goin' +And we got strong mind, I told her we gon' get through it, oh oh +In her Rick Owens, I had to put my rent on it +And I was broke as hell, she thought I had some shit goin' +No, I don't want your number +No, I don't want to give you mine, and no +And I'm so cocky, got a big ego +Her head so sloppy, got to take off these drawers +You ain't gotta worry 'bout me vanishing +And I'm down for the cause and the challenges +I fell out with my dawg 'bout money, it was not 'bout a bitch +But he told her I had a girl, but he told her right before I hit +She say I run my mouth 'cause I told my guys I hit +But he was with me when I seen you, I said I gotta hit +And I knew he was kinda hatin', he said I got a bitch +They DM'ed her from a fake page but it was too accurate +It was him +Edible arrangement, bring flowers +Couldn't say I cheated 'cause I was a bachelor +That pussy pancakes, my tongue a spatula +And I take Adderall so I can add it up +My first gun was a Smith & Wesson +These ain't no SI's, these VVS's +I was in them trenches, yeah I need a blessing +Couldn't get into good school, I was getting rejected +No, I don't want to meet you nowhere +No, I don't want none of your time, and no +No make-up, no inches, no lipo +And I know that you know I'm psycho +Love her perfume, bring me more shrooms +My heart got no room, I don't need no tomb +No I won't hurt you, 'cause we global +The world know you, the world know you +[Chorus] +It's gon' be okay, okay, okay +Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay +Baby lead the way, the way +Yeah, yeah, the way, the way +I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) +When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) +And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) +And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Handouts[Intro] +Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches +I do it for poverty +A lot of street niggas in fuckin' with me you know? +(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?) +Real gang man +[Chorus] +No I don't want yo' apologizes +No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest +My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist +I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it +How you trade on me how you trade? +Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed +I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait +I sit back and look at the people that you played +Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts +Ain't lookin' for no handouts +[Verse 1] +I was addicted to shootouts +I'm in the trenches with Pluto +I got a stick at my bitch house +Now I take shits in a big house +I never carried the field +I gotta outwork my pills +I gotta suck up the tears +I'm in the gutter for real +I love my brother for real +Never depend on the slut +Can't force it if he is my cut +Them choices will make you a mutt +Few years in the state +And the feds gave 200 months +Off percs and 200 blunts +I get head for 200 bucks +I mix Chanel with the Fendi +Shawty will kill you for singin' +Shawty be lit with the Benjis +And I fucked twice in the Hemy +FNs tucked in the denims +High speed high speed +I lost guns in the rental +And I put drugs in my mental +[Chorus] +No I don't want yo' apologizes +No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest +My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist +I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it +How you trade on me how you trade? +Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed +I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait +I said better look at the people that you played +Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts +Ain't lookin' for no handouts +[Verse 2] +We gon' ball with a anthem +Auntie went balled for the cancer +My uncle had died from stabbin' +I moved to the A now I'm dabbin' +Ride 43 with no license +The opps is thinkin' we ISIS +Fuck whoever don't like it +I nut her face 'cause she triflin' +You left me to die in a rot +You left me to die on the block +Wouldn't think I would rise to the top +But I'ma ride with the Glock +I kill for my brothers who for me +I hate when niggas say you love me +Deep down wanna plug me +See me down be above me +He were my nigga 'til the end I can't trust 'em +If I ever see 'em now I screamin' fuck 'em +I ain't fuckin' with no fool shit +He see me now he won't do shit +I'm ridin' with my gang +[Chorus] +No I don't want yo' apologizes +No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest +My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist +I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it +How you trade on me how you trade? +Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed +I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait +I said better look at the people that you played +Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts +Ain't lookin' for no handouts6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Talk 2 Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Now shorty lets get down to business +If you want it, you can get it +All you gotta do is hit me and it's on (and it's on) +I know its been a minute, and you ain't got time for gimmicks +But I'm comin' to my senses, I was wrong (I was wrong) +But when you roll like me, on your own like me +You gonn' wake up all alone and you will see, see, see +I'm at an all time low, we don't talk no more +Cause I want you back, I need you girl, that's all I know +[Hook] +Now talk to me, talk to me, talk +Walk with me, walk with me, walk +I know these things that we said +How can we stop and leave all +[Verse 2] +How can we ruin something so perfect, so fluent +We was young, We was dumb, We ain't know what we was doing +But now that we older, older +Lets take these things slower, slower +Reset the button, button +And start it all over, over +I cannot stop what I feel, You ain't a notch in my belt +I ain't gonna lie to you girl, I want you all to myself +And forgive for being stingy though +Take you all the places that you swear you never been before +Why is this so difficult, This should be the easy part +Believe me if you need me, Ain't no way we finna keep apart +[Verse 3] +No matter where I go, No matter who I'm with +I always think of you, Cause baby you the shhh +I love your body girl, There's no denying that +I will not rest, I will not sleep, like an insomniac +I keep you up all night, You know I get it right +I give it to you fast or slow, Or anyway you like +So give it one more chance +Now how you want it +If we pick up where we parted +We can finish what we started girl6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Neverending Story[Inspectah Deck] +This is the greatest story never told +The life and times, seventh episode +Based on a dad that I've never known +Mama raised me to hold my own, but I went against the grain +The tracks of a tear, show's the pain +Trapped in cage with the shackles and chains, I lost my grip +Try to handle the game, through the fire, didn't happen to change +You can try and kick it with him, I ain't listen, I was trapped in my way +Young and dumb, buzzing off that 151 Proof +Backshotting shorty on the project roof +Wow, look at him now, came a long ways from the hallways +Coppin' on four, 4 and Broadway +I was 16, working the triple beam +Catch a vick, jack a whip, anything getting this CREAM +The fiends had him falling in love, and the fiend became me +I needed more than drugs +[Hook: Pleasant] +If you look in my eyes, you see what I see +Take a look at my life, you see why I'm me +Everyday on the grind, I""m fiending my seed +Try to seek out at dying, that's where you'll find me +[Inspectah Deck] +I heard the homey say, this can't be life, this can't be us +He can't be right, or maybe it's true, or maybe it's you +I say it's the devil and all the things that he persuade me to do +I'm holding back just for making the news, chasing haze with the booze +Doing the tango while they playing the blues +Loose cannon, attracted to the neon +Little RC stepping up with his G on, he on +I learned from the corner dons, the cops, the cons +The sugar daddies, the tricks, the johns +I was quick to get involved, addicted to it all +Got MY GED behind the prison walls +I risked death just to rep where I'm from +I got slapped in the head with the gun +Second to none, perfection with my kids it become +Cynthia's son, forgive me for the sins that I've done +[Hook] +[Inspectah Deck] +Sleepless nights, vampire fiesting on the darkness +How could I see the light? +Grown-ups try to lead them right +Still catching felonies, they telling me, everything gon' be alright +I'm like, I ain't try to play the fool, I just want a plate of food +Pay my dues, hustling to make to make it through +I'm same as you, but I'm considered lucky +Cuz my buddy's in the grave should of made it too +The stress and the pain, my lifestyle destined to change +Lord bless him for the rest of his days +May he be everything that he say, give him strength to be a leader +Or to lead him astray, the sheep or the pray +Mama used to say believe in this day +Situations force people to change, I""m so deep in the game +I will never be the same +The devil be the blame, that's the reason I sing +[Hook]" +"Nothin’ Like Baton Rouge[Intro] +Boosie Boo +Baton Rouge stand up nigga +I do this for my city +Believe that, gangsta +Uh huh (x3) +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I took a walk out the house, same ole bounce +Last night I laid it down on that some ole couch +Took a ride through my city like (Baton Rouge) +I push em' six at a time nigga so get it right +I like to sip my own daiquiris (Yeahhh) +Cross tha' track is where you find me +With real niggas and alcoholics who get it started (Heavy D) +I'm from Baton Rouge, I ain't from New Orleans +But I fuck with real niggas who from New Orleans +Body snatchers [?] spittas who bout bussin' 40's (Niggaaa) +The kids love me right? (Fucking right) +The bitches love me right? (Fucking right) +The niggas love me cause I'm in the streets every night +Buy tha' club I'm showing love in my [?] +Monday, Dreams +Saturday, Vibes +Coogi down tha' whole clique, you know how we thuggin' +I told you bout them crutches, niggas we love money +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +I know who ridin' with me +Southside, Oak Town, even Zion City +On Edgewood they gettin' it +Can't forget the Mall +With Turk and Big El, Posted up and set it off +Sherwood go hard +Brookstown go hard +Tha' Park they living large +I fuck with all them boys +But this one for my niggas, who tote them big ole pistols +West Baton Rouge, yea they rollin' off them jiggas' +Tabarge that's my nigga, he representin' that Wa' (Chippewa) +And niggas playin' games but Lil Boosie take it far (Niggaaa) +So don't say shit (Patna) +So don't play bitch (Patna) +So many niggas won't' take hits, its unbelievable +Ride low in my vet, bitch stand down +I ain't playin' clown, 2 inches off tha' ground +Tha' realest DVDs smoking all tha' purple weed +Rookie found a fifty in this bitch, I guess I'm pussy +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +I know who keep it real +One shot for Gardere, where my mama use to live +Lil Quick he out that Field +He rep it to tha' death +Me and Bleek bringing him and Gabe 10 pounds a peace on [?] (Avenue) +This for Dixie, all tha' way to CC +In tha' trunk them niggas beat me, with love is how they greet me +One shot for Brandy Wine, them niggas on tha' grind +Me and my Auntie opened up shop slangin' dimes +Millerville got that pine +Fairfield got morphine +Lakeside niggas like that lean +Big Sterling he keep it G +Real retarded +Niggas bussin 40's +Boosie got tha' whole Baton Rouge ridin' chargers +Fresh white G's no S.Dot carters +Whatever you want, niggas fulfill that order +For tha' liquor stores to drive-thrus (Plank Road) +For my niggas on lockdown +For them Weinersnitchel niggas mane who holdin' they block down +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"How To Love Spanish[Intro - lil wayne] +Cut the music up +A lil' louder +Yeah +[Chorus - lil wayne] +You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever +Now you in the corner tryna put it together +How to love, how to love +[Hook - lil wayne] +For a second you were here, now you over there +It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body +Like you never had a love, never had love +[Verse 1 - lil wayne] +When you was just a young'un, your looks were so precious +But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing +But you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds +Without you being insecure +You never credit yourself so when you got older +It's seems like you came back 10 times over +Now you're sitting here in this damn corner +Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder +[Chorus - lil wayne] +See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +Enrique: +Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios +Me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar? +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar? +Te acuerdas de esa noche eramos adolescentes queria darte un beso +Y tu tan inocente me tenias locamente enamorado, me tenias locamente enamorado +Y ya lo ves, lo que fue ya fue te marchaste poco a poco de mi lado y yo sigo locamente enamorado aqui sigo locamente enamorado +Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar? +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar +[Verse 3 - lil wayne] +Ooohh, see I just want you to know +That you deserve the best +You're beautiful +You're beautiful +Yeahh +And I want you to know +You're far from the usual +Far from the usual +[Chorus - lil wayne] +How to love +You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +Enrique +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar? +See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Paranoid[Intro: Kanye West] +She really thought that? (Yeah) +Yeah, she's so paranoid (Yeah, that's good, paranoid) +Girls gonna love this song, ahaha +Why are you so paranoid? (Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha) +Don't be so paranoid, don't be so +[Refrain: Kanye West] +Baby, don't worry 'bout it +Hey there, don't even think about it +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Tell me right now +You really wanna spend your whole life alone? +A little time out might do you good +Might do us good 'fore we be done for good +'Cause I could make it good, I could make it hood +I could make you come, I could make you go +I could make you high, I can make you fly +Make you touch the sky, hey, maybe so +All of the time +You be up in mine checkin' through my cell phone, baby, no +You wanna kill the vibe on another night +Here's another fight, oh, here we go (Oh, here we go) +[Chorus: Kanye West, Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi] +Baby, don't worry about it +Lady, we'll go out to the floor +Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do +They'll never know you (Never know) +Anyway, they don't know you (Never know) like I do +They'll never know you +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +All of the time +You wanna complain about the nights alone +So now you're here with me, show some gratitude +Leave the attitude way back at home +Yeah, you see 'em look +Baby, let 'em look, give ya cold looks 'cause we look cold +Yeah, you heard about all the word of mouth +Don't worry about what we can't control +All the talk in the world lost in the world +'Til you finally let that thing go +You wanna check into the heartbreak hotel +But sorry, we're closed +[Chorus: Kanye West, Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi] +Baby, don't worry about it +Baby, we'll go out to the floor +Anyway (Hey) they don't know you (To the floor) like I do (Hey) +They'll never know you (Never know) +Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do +They'll never know you +[Refrain: Kanye West] +Baby, don't worry about it +Lady, don't even think about it +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things +[Chorus: Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi] +Anyway, they don't know you like I do +They'll never know you +Anyway, they don't know you like I do +They'll never know you +Anyway, they don't know you like I do +They'll never know you +Anyway, they don't know you like I do +They'll never know you" +"The Grind[Intro: 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G.] +G-G-G-G-G +G-G-G-G-G +G-G-G-G-G +G-G-G-G-G-Unit! +Niggas know who the don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesaunt) +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 +And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?) +I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine +And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine +'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time +It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +All I do is sit and think of ways I can come up +Catching jooks and run up, and leave your nigga done up +My pockets are hurting, homie, I ain't feeling this shit +Have your mama screaming (""Baby, move, it's a hit!"") +I ain't Scarface -- ""No women, no kids"" -- I don't give a fuck +Better teach that bitch and that little nigga to duck +With a P90 Ruger I put shots all through ya +If you survive, you gon' feel what talons do to ya +I'm a hard-headed nigga, I came up so hard +Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God +If them planes hit the projects, nobody would care +Look around, ain't nothing but black folks around here +We brothers become political and start to maneuver +They give you 100 years, man, they did it to Hoover +Now, you can hate me or love me +When you see me, busts shots or come and hug me +The showman shit's lovely +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 +And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?) +I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine +And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine +'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time +It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it +Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit +'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy +Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies +Stories like a motherfucker +Model bitches wondering if I'ma fuck with her +She know I treat my bitches like Ivana +Dolce and Gabana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin' +H-class diamonds shinin', dinner with wifey winin', dinin' +Smoking cigars in Bogotá with Colombian niggas named Panama +And Englique and shit, games we play life endin' +Bitches bending over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans +And Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stopped +Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of 'em +Advancin' from duplex to mansions +Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas, VCR's in my V's +Game elevates money I make into stocks and real estates, bitch +Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sand +Discussing plans with my man +Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system +That leaves my rear views tremblin' +What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude? +Drop to your knees and show gratitude +Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing I stay potent +Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 +And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?) +I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine +And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine +'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind +If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time +It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Cold World[Intro] +Yeah (Yeah) +Drop this shit (Okay) +Ya' know (Yeah) +[Verse 1 - Prodigy] +Over here it get cold, you better have thermal +Under the hoodie, that’s under the snorkel +Pair o' gloves, two pair a' socks +Sweat pants under your jeans, kna’mean? +Neck scarf tied on my face +Those the hood earmuffs, I'ma lace +E'ry one o' you, throw you in the BubbleGoose +None of that tight shit, that's too uncomfortable +A pair a' field Timbs, maybe Chukkas +So I can kick your mouth and end the discussion +It sounds violent, but not reckless +Now that nigga, he reached for my necklace +So I gave him a piece of the business +When I caught him in the face with the boots +Better run from my troops +You better play dead when we shoot +If we get that far it's 'cause o’ you +[Hook - Prodigy] +I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze +I’ve gotta go out 'n get this cheese +In this Cold World +Out here niggas die tryin’ to get rich +To numb the pain we become addicts +O' this Cold World +[Bridge] +Listen (Yo, listen) +[Verse 2 - Prodigy] +Over here, Jack Frost, he run this shit +Soon as you come outside, he punch you in the chest +I let go the Uzi, then put it on my waist +That'll keep me warm till I get on the train +Fuck, it's cold as a bitch, on the subway platform, waitin’ for the J +Real real late +Probably like 3 in the morning, sippin' on a pint of Hennessy +On my way to Brooklyn, comin' from the cribbo +Check my nigga Iller and Black Mizzo +They told me Lil' Hammer got killed +They shot him in his stomach for his diamond grill (Ohh shit!) +They said ""I know the place where they took the ice out +And put in a new set of fronts."" Wow +Make you want to stay in the house +'Cause it's cold as hell, and these streets is foul +[Hook - Prodigy] +I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze +I've gotta go out 'n get this cheese +In this Cold World +Out here niggas die tryin' to get rich +To numb the pain we become addicts +O' this Cold WorldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"6 Min Freestyle[Intro} +Southside +Southside, Southside +DJ on the beat so it's a banger +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let's go, let's go, let's go) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang) +{Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (My wrist) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go) +I had to go up in my list (My list) +No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) +No, I can't stick for a lick (No) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (I flex) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Ugh) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she lives in my fist +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Ugh) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot) +Fuck nigga, you bettеr shoot, uh (Bah) +My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth) +[Verse 1] +I got diamonds on my hand (My hand) +I got diamonds on my rims (Rims) +I got diamonds on my friends (Friеnds) +Look, the storm, it just began (Began) +Uh, Dior my suit, uh +I just wan' get all the loot, uh (The loot) +Fuckin' your bitches, recruit, uh (Recruit) +I'm make it do what it do, uh +Told her get loose to get Loubs (Yeah) +When they get loose like a noose (Yeah) +Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke) +Get on my lap, but that pussy for crew (Let's get it) +Elephants all in a room, uh +Horton gon', um, Hear Who, uh (What) +I put my dick in your boo, uh +She is no longer your boo, uh +22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi) +Nike sign, that just say swoosh, uh +Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move) +You not my baby, get Ruth'd, uh +Wait, where is the blue? +Pop that lil' pill and I start seein' clues (Uh) +Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh +My nigga makin' the news (Yeah) +Base him on that block, say zoot it (Uh) +Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup) +I had to rake up the loot +350,000 on my jewels (My jewels) +That's the shit I got on now +Back then, they ain't let me fuck, well, how 'bout now? (How 'bout now) +If I'm a dog, lil' bitch, you is a hound +We buyin' Verbs in the 'vert, no, not now (Let's go) +I'm the freshest nigga out +Pull up so fresh that they puttin' in lost and found, uh, bitches wanna link and found 'em +'Cause these niggas always, they stealin' my style (Uh) +[Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (Bad bitch) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Ya bih) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch) +I had to go up in my list (In my list) +No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) +No, I can't stick for a lick (No way) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (They sick) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she lives in my fist +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (I try 'em) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot) +Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah, bah) +My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) +[Verse 2] +First crib, it was apartment (Uh) +I used to chill in the 'ment (The 'ment) +Everything happened was meant (Was meant) +Bitches breath stink, need a mint (Let's get it) +Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay) +I just have paid they lil' rent +Reversin' the backend, lil' bitch +That would happen when a nigga get rich (What) +No, I do not smoke no hemp, uh (No hemp) +Yeah, I just walk with a limp, uh (A limp) +I'm the GOAT sitting, the pimp +C on my glasses so I see the 'lent, uh (Let's go) +Dip, slide in the Bent' +Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt) +Don't want that bitch, she not a ten +I cannot fuck if she didn't bring a friend (Hoe) +She getting mad, put dick in her friend +Not talkin' no haircut, but I get the trim +She a redbone and she fixin' the brims (Okay) +Everytime we in there, it gets intense +She a lil' crazy but she is a gem +I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines +My niggas run up with me on that bitch +I met that girl when I was out on Essex +You know I get fly like I'm on The Jetsons (Phew, phew, phew) +So you know I gotta keep the protection +I put the section inside of my section +No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No) +Going too hard, no, I am not resting +Do not follow that like that is the exit +Two of your checks look just like my backend +Hit from the back, but no, no, I can't back it +All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas +All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Woah) +I got a hunnid round right in a fan +My boy just put up four up in a Phantom +No, I do not drink the lean, that's the answer +Poppin' the Perky, wake up, and what happened (What happened) +Fuckin' this bitch in the ass, I'ma smack it +Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin' +[Verse 3] +Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny +But I'm not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon' make me horny +No, not no school but your bitch, she be boring +Ride on a plane 'cause Lil Uzi be tourin' +She told me she wanna go Bora Bora, but I would not do that 'cause she gave me oral (Hahaha) +Keepin' the cordial, my new name is Squidward 'cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral +That fuck nigga, yeah, he gon' move like a girl, my niggas still movin' them choppas and squirrels +No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate, but Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy) +I got my girl a lil' ice cream and she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl) +Okay, your girl, she better than his but I swear your girl's not better than swirl (Swirl) +She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair and that lil' bitch ass is big as the world (World) +Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Addy +Come on, lil' baby, I know that you ready +Chop that boy up, treat him like spaghetti +It's a surprise so that shit with confetti +Got a girl, last name Voorhees, and she gonna move with machete +Smoking 3 grams but them shit not no Teddy +Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let's go, let's go) +Keep my, brand new, foreign steady +Please don't drive my shit like a Chevy +Pull up Claireport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt) +Pull up the car on a all black heli' +If I get booked, they don't have no celly +That's 'cause I made 10 M's off the deli +She only made 3 racks off of jelly (Uh) +[Verse 4] +No, you can't talk like that, you not a member (No) +I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver) +Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) +No, I can't sit in the middle (Brr) +'Cause I'm not, um, sentimental +Getting money, flexin' real hard but that car you got is a rental +Is you a spy, nigga, tell me who sent you +Got a old bitch that love doing the dishes +Got a old bitch, I like giving the pinches (Let's go) +Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick and everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha) +Diamonds my mouth so it's diamonds my sentence +I got this floss and that's right from my dentist +I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton +I'm dunkin' your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let's go) +The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip +I know I told you I don't drink the lean but I might sip it +This shit was destined, this shit was written (Yeah) +These niggas not with the hittin' (Yeah) +She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh +First, you gotta do an audition, uh +And you gotta bring an addition, uh +He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh +Knock that boy out he a chicken (Bitch) +You really not real and you talk 'bout your own people so you better stay your distance (What) +I'm ballin' on you like the Pistons (Mhm) +Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh) +Uh, I'm the only chef in my kitchen (Uh) +Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin', yeah +Yeah, random hoes don't pick it, uh +That's how I do my stickin', yeah +Don't know where she been, can't lick it +Only hit it once, don't miss it (Uh) +Make her pop her top like a mystic (Uh) +Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah) +These niggas out here, they really be trippin' +And I'm off the 'shrooms, I be doin' the same +[Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (My wrist) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go) +I had to go up in my list (My list) +No, no, I don't take no pics (I don't) +No, I can't stick for a lick (I'm sorry) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Let's go) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she lives in my fist +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let's go) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (He lit) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Let's go) +Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot) +My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth) +[Outro] +I got diamonds on my tooth +I got diamonds on my tooth +Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah) +Diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) +I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) +Yeah, Lil Uzi +Let's goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Tim Westwood Freestyle[Verse 1: Method Man] +[Instrumental: The Game - Red Nation ft. Lil' Wayne] +Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh! (X2) +Meth, Check the verse, no curses, Yo +Listen +Still living by the code +Too many pretty women still living by the... +Yo, Yo +Haha yeah, yeah, here we go +No curses, yo, check the joint! +I'm just trynna get a mill +When I started rhymin' wasn't trynna get a deal +I was trynna get a feel +Homicide housing, bodies lyin' in the hill +Man ain't nothing worth me dying in the field +Especially when I'm trynna pay the bills +A lot of y'all relying on the steel +And see the court denying your appeal +If y'all don't know nothing, you better know it's real +If it works like a workshop, better know the drill +I'm past childish games +Y'all just trynna take me outta my game +And call my black women outta their name +I'm serious, they're out of my brain +Understand that my slang's +Fast and furious, they're out of my lane +Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me blaze +In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave +I ain't trynna burn the spot, but I'm set in my ways +I'm just a product of the block, and the city I'm raised, Aha +I'm still living by the code +Too many pretty women still living by the strode +Daddy pimping 'em for doe +Early in the morning cops kicking in the do' +Man I think somebody snitching on the low +I caught my father sniffing on that snow +That's when he try to tell me things are different than befo' +Kids don't listen any mo', that's for sho' +We used to ask permission from our folks +Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke +And I ain't trynna miss another meal +Cause love will get you killed +And if it don't, your baby mother will +But y'all ain't recognizing that it's real +Until that undercover pull a shield +And now it's kinda late to cut a deal +So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel +Why I'm trynna keep my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills +I should'a went to school and got a skill +But it wasn't in my future so I steal +That's why I got this Ruger in your grill" +"Thug Life[Intro] +Aw shit, you know what this is +(This for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga) +Hmm, thug life +(This for the gutter, nigga) +Thug life +(Badazz 3.5, nigga) +Thug life +[Verse 1] +Seein' J's on the corner when I'm walkin' out the school +Wasn't in my head but in my eyes, I'ma loot +Me and my lil' dude and we pack a .22 +Fuck 'round if you want, I'm gon' put this bitch on you +Roosevelt Street Projects, hittin' niggas up +Can't stand bitches, man, they set niggas up, wet niggas up +I promise I done seen some cold shit +Niggas slicing throats of the ones they roll with +Four shit, no ho shit, this the life I dove in +Can't go right, this thug life chose me +Nigga get on the corner, I seen this shit as a kid +Most my uncles in the pen, this the life a nigga live +[Chorus] +Thug life (This that thug shit) +Why did you surround me with this life? (Thug life) +Do you care whether you live or you die? (You know what this is, nigga) +Thug life (Four shit, no ho shit) +Thug life (Bitch ass nigga) +Nothin' to lose, I'm gon' ride tonight +[Verse 2] +Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along? +Marvin Gaye, where you at? Right now they need a song +Uncle cook my coke, think he goin' in my zones +Had to learn to cook my own and it ain't even take me long +Turned the rap money to the trap money, now it's up +Now even bitches who ain't holler at a nigga tryna fuck +Hit the block, sewed up, purple pop poured up +In the drop with lil' Ivy, all the hoes love us, nigga, roll up +They killed my dawg, now it's war in the city +Murder my enemy, my nigga, we destroyin' the city +It ain't no ""finna be,"" my nigga, it's some ASAP shit +Catch that boy, we gon' jack that bitch, fuck that nigga +[Chorus] +Thug life (He a ho, fuck that nigga) +Why did you surround me with this life? (Straight up, nigga, help me, God) +Do you care whether you live or you die? (I don't even motherfuckin' know, nigga, I don't give a fuck) +Thug life (Straight up) +Thug life (This all I know, nigga) +Nothin' to lose, I'm gon' ride tonight +[Outro] +Police tryna take my energy (Thug) +Bitches sleepin' with the enemy (It's thug) +Lil jits packin' guns (Jits packin' guns) +It ain't safe where I'm from +Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along? +Marvin Gaye, they need a song +Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along? +Marvin Gaye, they need a song +Daily fightin', mama, daily fightin' +Can't we all get along, 'long? +Thug lifeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Game Don’t Change[Verse 1] +The nigga that all of the talk 'bout +Plates on the table, got knives and forks out +Nines and four-pounds clappin' like proud parents +S.I., red-eyes off the loud package +Corner G, born a G, talk so raw +You couldn't nod harder off a D-Boy +Magneto pull +Brother stay, custom made +Twelve hundred spokes on a vehicle +City slick, sip liquor with a 50's kick +I keep a grip, pretty bitch, and a sticky spliff +From a place called try and test +We're them shooters, they let it fly quicker than step +It's the come-up, ""Yo, whaddup boss, where the work at?"" +Ten G's a day on a pole, shorty, twerk that +Yeah, that's get it how you live it +While niggas get mad tryna figure how you did it +Twenty-four seven, three-sixty-five, mind on the money +Friday night, eyes on the honey +Rebel lean on 'em, no prometh +Saturday, fuck around, blow the whole check +[Chorus] +Chase paper, see what the streets make of you +The victor or the vic just to name a few +If these walls could talk, they'd tell you what the neighbors knew +The game don't change, the players do +[Verse 2] +I spent countless hours countin' thousands a hour +At the stove with the Pyrex, mountains of powder +How I hooked 'em with the blue chops +Wildlife, rumble with a few cops +Checkin' out the view from the rooftops +Starin' at the Verrazano, thinkin' that there's gotta be more +'Cause these four corners is all that I know +I'm a monster, feed my hunger +Neo with the red pill, all I see is numbers +It's like a jungle sometimes make me wonder how a nigga ain't catch a body or go six feet under +Government informant, secret indictments +Seen a nigga leave with the judge when he was sentenced +Resident patient, basic, it's that gritty +Got a one-way ticket down to Rack City +Careful though, they layin' cats flat, back to back +The Feds snap your chat, no app, fact +V.V.S. chrome spin, your domes spill +New enemies, used to be old friends +Yeah, that's how it go when your power grow +They wanna put out your fuse when you 'bout to blow +[Chorus] +Chase paper, see what the streets make of you +The victor or the vic just to name a few +If these walls could talk, they'd tell you what the neighbors knew +The game don't change, the players do" +"Greatness[Intro] +[Verse 1] +Ain't no mistaken on the position we placin' +We placed with a certain ambition that got'em amped and they wishin' +That these opportunities maybe served like dishes with some persistence +We made these misses into missions with no inter-missions +The vision is met precision precisely u cannot stop that collision +I'll say it nicely like aright G my mic be my weapon of mass destruction +Or mass Construction while your ass on umption whether he's about make +To make an eruption or is he gone stop no he's gone pop and that's word to MJ +He the king of that bring it back but I ain't talking bout that line though +I'm talking bout the time I'm already let for the track na,na,na!gimme that +Lemme show you how I beat the beat now be decease I mean cease thee +Don't let me bring the heat cause you could feel it even in the sea +So stop with ya A's an B's now watch me Double the these syllables +And kill these words like Disyllable Diabolical but enough with all +The dying we gotta live it up like the Mayans Da Prodigy is just tryin' +So this is just ah minor fraction of what I got in my mind and u niggas +Need to get your timing before u step to clock less now watch us just watch us! +Hold up I got this now pick it up pick pocket flow with it an don't stop it +Don't stop it cause if ya drop it you gone remember that ya had it +So just watch me have it Da Prodigy boy Team Infamous and we have this like +[Hook] +Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin' +Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient +Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like +Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin +Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient +Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like +[Verse 2] +You have no idea I spit it then I rip it and I gotta give it more +Catch me on the go try to catch a flow while I strike a pose that's right +I'm hitting any poser if they come closer right in the nose then I gotta show +That I'm two of the best cause I'm too good for one of the best now watch me lay +The competition to rest because I'm restless or maybe that's just my big ego +Cause he know I always win but I never really blow now that's what we call dry air +And until I'm air to the throne I'mma just take my time be on my grind young +Gotta homie feeling like 99.1 I'm done +[Hook] +[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Ether[Lil Wayne talking] +Haters nigga... Squad Up nigga +(""Fuck Jay-Z"") +Naw my nigga I fucks wit Jay-Z Sorry you know what I'm sayin +(""Fuck Jay-Z"") +No no no I fucks wit the homie man...sorry no +(""Fuck Jay-Z"") +Yes we bout to squad this thing out baby Ya'll ready to squad wit me +Then throw yo guns in the air mu-fucka +If you ain't got a gun get the fuck up outta here mu-fucka +Cause we gon' bust it in ya head mu-fucka +We here mu-fucka yes this is the squad right here +Dawg And no the rhyme didn't even start yet bitch +But here we go, (come on Wayne) +Look +I, young money boy Lil' Weezy +Hold it for A and Eagle +Cash Money cross the belly +Cash Money Makaveli +We get that fetti fellas we bump that Roc-a-fella +We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas +Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas +I got that brown boy or that white consuella +Fee this shit over I got us thats a promise +Let's go cop two new rovers drop it on Magic Johnsons +Thats 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules +500 up in ya tummy can you stomach dude +S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin dues +Thats why yo bitch is over here suckin and fuckin dudes +Ya'll niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude +This shit too hot to relax bitch dont get comfortable +I fuck with super sammy blanco and fuck the bull +Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin full +What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby +No for real bitch its Weezy baby +Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne +The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came +I leave you with a tampax frame all bloody +Just stand back man y'all dont want it +But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang +My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang +My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly +Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money +I got that um all good if its no crack money +I got that hes all good he dont need to show that money +I blow that money cause I know that money +Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money +If that bitch on 21's then you know thats money +I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin +You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude +Thats that Weezy the shit that make yo soul burn slow +Fuck Ya ...S Q A D Holla at ya boy +(lil Wayne talking) +They can't fuck wit me man +I dont Dawg I dont see em fuckin wit ya nigga right here +Ya know what I'm sayin +Call me the throwback youngn +Bitch everytime you see me I'm in the 70's ho +You dont know if its a jersey or the pimp game bitch +Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket +Know what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack +What you how you want it nigga? Huh? +How you want it dawg? +It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to bentleys +To porsches nigga to the to the to the fuckin g-wag +You dont see a g-wag in the city unless its Weezy +And that white lady but we dont know her You know what I'm sayin? +Thats how we doin it dawg +This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin it down for the N.O +And when you come past here you entering my home nigga +I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man +You know what I'm sayin +So So when you get to sheps think of Weezy man +Know you steppin into Weezy territory +You more than welcome to come holla at me man +I got whatever you need +Holla at ya people man +Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"What’s My Name[Hook: Lil' Flip] +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who was the one that had ya'll leanin to the left? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who got the hottest rap album on the shelf? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who went platinum with one video? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who smokin dro in every state he go? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who made the world say 'I can do dat'? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +I'm ridin spinners on my Cadillac +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who got everybody wearin yellow diamonds? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +I ain't Baby but you know I'm big tymin' +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +Me and Greg Street ridin'in a red Jeep +We doing one-fifty nigga I bet you can't catch me +You gon' respect me-my Glock nine protect me +I'm the one on 'How I'm Livin' with the candy Jetski +Elevators in my crib, Burberry in my car +Fire dro' by the jar, burn rubber on the tar +I like to show off-I use to be the class clown +But my teacher always said ""Flip sit you're ass down"" +""or you can leave the class now"" so I left and got paid +But don't get it twisted I made straight A's +But school didn't pay so I started to rap +Cause I wanna ride rims, I don't want no hub-caps +So I picked up my pen but I really don't need it +If I ain't in the magazine then I really want read it +I can't be defeated cause I'm workin too hard +""oh my gosh, that boy rims still spinnin on his car"" +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +I get respect on the East, I get respect on the West +Got plenty jewels on my neck, got 22's on my Lex +I'm 22 years old with 22 bad hoes +Cause real playas get chose if you don't know, now ya know +You know I got crazy flow, and I make crazy dough +Cause whenever I'm shoppin I make e'm close down the sto' (store) +You know we ballin for real nigga I'm tellin the truth +So if I ever go broke, sorry I'm sellin the Coupe +But that ain't gonna happen-cause I'm a keep on rappin +And if I keep on grindin, I'm a keep goin platinum +So people think I'm cappin but I'm just livin my life +Cause I married the streets dogg and that's my wife +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +So that's me and everything gotta feed +I should be payin'rent cause I live on BET (They call him Lil' Flip) +Yep, yep that's my other nickname +(Daaaaammmnnn!) Yep that's my other big chain (They call him Lil' Flip) +I'm in the Hummer you ain't ready for my whip game +Rims so big my adapters won't fit mayne +Look at my kicks mayne all of e'm custom +I gotta make it cause I can't go back to hustlin' +I'm focused man with no distractions +I'm multiplying money nigga, no subtraction +Just relaxing and livin'it up +Nigga you ain't no pimp so give me that cup +[Hook: Lil' Flip]" +"Stole Your Luv[Intro] +I know you tired of heart break +Baby, I am not them +And it’s not my fault I +Live the way that I am +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I remember when they said I would be nothin', yeah +Now I'm on a mission to the money +Now excuse me while I count all these hundreds +I don't even count that shit by a hundred no more +Count that shit just by a thou, wow, yeah +These lil girls chase me like I'm Lil' Bow Wow, yeah +Smokin' that gas, like I got the loud out, yeah +Guns all in my crib like that shit a hideout, yeah +They say that she ball, not in my house, yeah +I swear that I'm ballin' with no timeouts, yeah +I give her that D, I wait ‘till I foul out, yeah +[Hook] +Oh, my bad, yeah +I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah +Get her what she want and that bag, yeah +Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year +Rock Off-White with no price tags +Girl I love you, I can't fight that +If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that +If I was locked up, would you write back? +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll +Now she wanna go cause I'm on a roll, cause I'm on a roll +Now she wanna go cause I'm on a roll, cause I'm on a roll +Like girl, where was you before? +Nevermind that cause she's a gnat, and she's gonna go +Yeah, I'm just stackin' my racks, ooh +Then I'm spending my racks, yeah +But I make it right back, yeah +Uzi walk with a Mac, yeah +Oh, aye, you want her back, yeah? +Look at your face boy, I know you're sad, yeah +You want her back, huh? +You want her back, yeah +Can't get her back, yeah +Cause I got the cash, yeah +I got the cash, yeah +I got the cash, yeah +200 all on my dash yeah +She done with you like a fad, yeah +[Hook] +Oh, my bad, yeah +I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah +Get her what she want and that bag, yeah +Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year +Rock Off-White with no price tags +Girl I love you, I can't fight that +If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that +If I was locked up, would you write back? +[Verse 3] +You're a tall glass of wine with your fine ass +And you know I got you back, girl, and that's a fact +Woah, smash that Rollie when I was riding KX +Yeah, your girl been my girl, if you ain't know, my bad +Like when she throw that water, water spend my K +Remember back, when she was just with him +I couldn't post nothing, no pictures +Me and my girl got two beginnings +Trillectro I knew I would get her +Then she poured us some more, and she threw Jeff’s ass out +Whatever he is, I'm ten times that +Times two, plus five, I'm ten times that +Oh, your music so dope, how come I can't find that? (Where that shit at?) +Oh, you Casper the ghost-writer and you ain't signed yet? +I'ma try to get you some shows, so you can get your mind back +Took what's yours, made it mine, now you just wishing you could get time back +Lil Uzi selling out shows, like, where your lines at? +Rockin' Alyx Studios, but, never mind that, skrrt! +[Hook] +Oh, my bad, yeah +I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah +Get her what she want and that bag, yeah +Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year +Rock Off-White with no price tags +Girl I love you, I can't fight that +If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that +If I was locked up, would you write back?11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Killin Em[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Jean, always inappropriate +The socially inept, the stogie smoker +With a Boba Fett helmet on the red carpet +That I bought from Target +See you can do it too, I just take it the farthest +Screw you +I can make you take your brain apart +With garden tools a rake to start with, ho +Get out my lane for starters, I'm a rapist barber +I'll line 'em up and fuck their faces with this +Razor sharp wit, as sharp as 8 guitar picks +Fitted with lasers on 'em +I'm getting Asian on 'em +Do the math +Stations got Nathan on 'em, nothing +Playing, fucking cowards +You're due the wrath, I do devour, rude for hours +Due to last, brutal bruiser, Shropshire Slasher +Fucking posers, I'm unglued and past help I'm know I'm +Self help books ....with no pages on stages, felt this? +Cooked by Food Chain, it's amazing, hey, keep her +In your good graces cause I'm...I'm uh... +[Hook] +Killing everybody in sight +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +Finagle verbatim with anger +Based in hatred, for lazy rappers +Play me backwards, get no satan statements +The opposite of Jason Statham, never crunk mechanic, nope +I'm drunk, my manics, slow, I never judge or panic +Panoramic flow, as wrong as NAMBLA on +Yo Gabba Gabba's show, when I'm in town the ambulances show +Word evangelist, diabolical vandalist +Infamous, Maya Angelou with Marlon Brando shit +Cantankerous as kangaroos on angel dust +I'll kick your face in til your face is facing 8 of us +I'm out of order, got restraining orders? Wait, your honor! +He made me do it, I'm a angel, check my face, I'm honest +I make electric chair music +I dare you music +It's fair to use it in scenarios wherever you is +View it as killer, not sedated or some euthanasia +When Jean is illing +Call your mama tell her that your days up +I'm...I'm ... uh +[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch] +Myers, Michael, Psycho +Lucky Number Slevin +6 million ways to die +Saw Seven +Leaving skeletons charred with dental records revealed... +Post... +Stab Kelloggs strangle General Mills +Gattaca, black magic more dramatic than Attica +Defrost your head and then smack the +Shit out of yah, then refreeze it call it the +First murder remix, kill 'em revive em I leave them alive paraplegic +I've never seen my reflection, guess who you're about to interview +Make heads spin, literally, separate blood... +Centrifuge +Generally accused of a mutant who +Kills sentinels eventually +For days of futures past intentionally +I'm in a clinic for sinners who reach there insanity pinnacle +Strangle instrumental interludes with chords umbilical +Step light, expedite +Left, right, ventricle from Queens to Flint +No finger print is identical I'm" +"K-Rock’s the Man[K-Rock] +Is it a crime - because it's my time to bust a rhyme +A dope line to make the crowd behind me climb +And then twine to a tune that Milk produced +To make the party people get loose +On the dancefloor, so don't try to hide +Cause I designed the rhyme that make your back-bone slide +To the music, cause it's uplifting +Some may try, but they can't get with this +But it's nothing for y'all to compete with +It's just some smooth shit that's legit +To make you get up when you're at a party +And move.. your.. sexy.. body +Up, down, side to side, around +Come one, come all, come see what we found +A way for y'all to work out y'all frustrations +And groove with the band.. K-Rock's the Man +Now hurry hurry, step right up +To my sideshow, and watch how my rhymes flow +I let my galant talent illuminate +So give three cheers for, K-Rock the Great +Don't debate, the votes are castin +This is one race that I could never come last in +Boy you know that the K don't play +You can't step to me, don't sleep on a DJ +K-Rock, because blockheads I knock +And rock the sock into a state of shock +That's how it's supposed to be +And that goes for those who step close to me +So when you see me, show respect +Cause I met get upset and cold strip and snap the necks +Of all of those who don't understand +That K-Rock.. K-Rock's the Man" +"Uncut Material[Hook: GZA] +What you know about emceein? (I know a lot) +Can you demonstrate something? (Why not?) +I'm speaking about stacks, GZA (That's all I got) +The raw un-cut material (That's all I drop) +[GZA] +The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark +They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark +To the new details, distant wisp of light +Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone +Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine +Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design +Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap +Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap +The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count +Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount +Couldn't be more wrong prior to your pursuing +When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence +As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction +Of ya investigation when ya askin +Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by +The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye +[Hook 2x] +[GZA] +Like a child I have infinite patience when I write +The victim's dental records showed they loved to bite +The under like removed off a charged battery +Someone had his ear stuffed wit the sweets of flattery +A live wire, fired the shot in the booth +It wasn't even in the shooting distance of truth +Who broke the barrier causing mass hysteria? +At the darkest hour in the most densed area +In a stocking cap, undercover, while disguising +I'm rapidly advancing our horizons +This path of trade with the sharp blade, open to all across the globe +They simply heard my call +We hit up, the remote and primitive land +Left walking reminders that saw it first-hand +The music was a secure link we all think +On the same page as holding the ink, now whatchu think? +[Hook 2x]" +"Trials of Love[Prodigy] +Yo.. +Come here darlin, have a seat, we need to speak +Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see? +Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door +Ain't I that same nigga we was both on the train goin hard +And then your shit surfaced +Takin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin wit your girlfriends +Try to play me on some jerk shit +Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's +... oohh shit!! +[B.K.] +Kid, I kept it tight for you +Turned nigga's down, didn't go out all them nights for you +And I ain't even that type'a bitch +I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak Fest +Nevertheless I still put my faith in you +You was my dog, so I stayed faithful +But I'll be god damned if I be some nigga dumb bitch +It's fucked up it gotta go down like this... +(Chorus:) +[P] Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you? +[B] Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to? +[P] Snake bitch turn around and backstab you? +[B] Crab nigga found out he fucked around too? +[P] Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo +[P] Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo +[B] Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep? +[B] Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist +[Prodigy] +You was once my bunny, now you want to act funny +I'm that same nigga from the first day who dress bummy +Same grimy style nigga, I'm still hungry +I never lost my thirst for takin that money +I never lost my lust for chicks lovely +You met me on those terms, so that's how I'm runnin +I still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin +... and still count my cash before I crash +What you thought, you had a dunny? I ain't the one honey +You skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny's +You done found yourself a street life love, to death do us +Remember that shit, now everything's ass-backwards +We was more like Mickie and Mallory +You fouled out on me; found another man math in your Bally bag, damn! +I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum ho +Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though +[B.K.] +Yeah aight +First of all Fuck You, and everything you own nigga +You got a lotta nerve, nigga +I should throw a brick thrrough your shit, fuck your whips +It ain't about that, it's about you givin out my dick +Or so it seems, I can only call it how I see it +Got hoes callin the crib, hangin up not speakin +Come on, what type of shit is that? +What, I'm sposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back? +Like the world revolves around P +So while you strolled in at 5 I was comin in at 3, 3:30 +Niggas wanna play dirty +Fuck it, that's how you wanna rock? let's get dirty +Yeah, condom wrappers in the back of the Azure +Talkin' bout you let your mans get off, your G ain't strong +I'm gone, you ain't worth the tears +You lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years +(Chorus) +[BREAKDOWN] +I might give out, but I'll neeeeeeeeever give iiinn.. +We might as well, be friends, yes we have...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Halftime (Live)[Intro: Nas] +Nasty Nas in your area +About to cause mass hysteria +[Verse 1] +Before a blunt, I take out my fronts +Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt +You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer +That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever +King poetic; too much flavor, I'm major +Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number, like a pager +‘Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass +40-side is the place that is giving me grace +Now wait, another dose and you might be dead +And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds +And ain't a damn thing gonna change +I'm a performer, strange +So the mic warmer was born to gain +Nas, why did you do it? You know +You got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme; it's halftime +[Chorus: Nas] +Halftime +Halftime +Halftime +Yeah, yeah +[Verse 2] +It's like that, you know it's like that +I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back +When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back +So I react never calmly on a hype track +I set it off with my own rhyme +‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time +I'm max like, I flex like sex +In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck +I used to hustle; now all I do is relax and strive +When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 +I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it +With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach +Nasty Nas has to rise, ‘cause I'm wise +This is exercise 'til the microphone dies +Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' +But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks, and +Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand +And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man +I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships +I used to watch ""CHiPs"", now I load Glock clips +I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic +Rest in peace Mr. Magic, tragic +I'm an intellectual +And that's no question, yo +These are the lyrics of the man +You can't near it, understand? +‘Cause in the streets I'm well-known, like the number man +Am I in place with the bass and all that? +Explore rap and tell me, ""Nas ain't all that."" +And next time I rhyme, I be foul +Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild +I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme +Stay tuned, I assume; the real rap comes at halftime +[Chorus: Nas] +Check check, it's halftime +Looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh +Yeah, that's [?] over there +But some of y'all know +[Verse 3] +I got it going on, even flip a morning song +Every afternoon, I kick half the tune +And in the darkness, I'm heartless, like when the NARC's hit +Word to Marcus Garvey; I hardly sparked it +‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word +I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third +But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay +I bag ladies up at, and hit a matinee +Putting hits on 5-0 +‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 +And biters can't come near +And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia +I won't plant seeds +Don't need an extra mouth I can't feed +That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed +This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten +Brooklyn and Queens is living fat, and +The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout +Ill Will, rest in peace! We was out +[Chorus: Nas] +Halftime +Whole up, looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh +Half—half—it's halftime +Yeah, check, hey yo, it's halftime +Not even half of this show though +Not even half, yeah +Halftime, yeah +Halftime, yeah +Halftime +[Spoken: Nas] +Y'all alright over here? Over here? Over here? Up there?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Freestyle from Before Infamous AccidentNow what if Michael Jordan decided to stick to baseball and Jay-Z decided to stick to crack +Just Blaze decided to stick to engineering and Kanye never decided to rap? +What if a nigga from the Chi that was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around? +But he wasn't talking about coke and birds, it was more like spoken word +'Cept the nigga's really putting it down +And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory +And what we need to do in the game +But kept in mind as long as [?] folks and niggas is dead broke +Some things they gone never change +But it ain't them [?] folks, it's the white folks that brought us over here with boats and tight ropes +But don't forget it was [?] niggas cause +The kings got rid of us, they selling a crackhead soap +Now follow me, sometimes I feel like dream is subtitles +Say things that mean things but hide them in club titles +So you'll hear something real but think that it's meaningless +Like, ""Damn, I know I feel but I don't know what the meaning is!"" +See that there's what make it so ingenious +And that's why Kweli never was lenient +Cause he know what I got, know I was making it hot +'Fore I was making a lot, 'fore I made it to the Roc" +"Maybach Truck[Intro] +Ooh, yeah, woo +Jetski, brr, ooh +Yeah +[Chorus] +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Brr), uh +8 gram blunt, face tat (Yeah) +8 gram blunt, face tat (Huh?) +Drop-top coupe in Fairfax (Woah) +100 racks, put it in the backpack (Aye) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, no Cadillac (Huh?) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Woo) +Yeah, I need a bitch with face tats (Yeah) +Lil' booty bitch, I hate that (Huh?) +2 Glocks with me in Shake Shack (Yeah) +[Verse] +I fuck on that bitch 'til I give her the boom (Huh?), ooh, ooh (Ooh) +They walk in the club and I came with 2 (Huh?), no, no (No way) +My grandma used to be a prostitute (Huh?) +Sippin' Wockanda, I'm pourin' 2's (Ooh) +Bad lil' bitch with some attitude (Yeah) +Diamonds pokin' out like peek-a-boo +Them diamonds, they chokin' me +Heavy 3 shots everyday, how I'm supposed to be (Woo) +My bitch from the [?] (Yeah) +Black and white diamonds on mе like a Bumblebee (Yeah, woo) +Wakе up in the morning everyday, take meds (Woah, yeah) +220 bitches suckin' dick in my bed (Yeah, yeah) +[Chorus] +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Brr), uh +8 gram blunt, face tat (Yeah) +8 gram blunt, face tat (Huh?) +Drop-top coupe in Fairfax (Woah) +100 racks, put it in the backpack (Aye) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, no Cadillac (Huh?) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Woo) +Yeah, I need a bitch with face tats (Yeah) +Lil' booty bitch, I hate that (Huh?) +2 Glocks with me in Shake Shack (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Start a Fire[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it +They just don't get it +Temperature's risin', her body yearnin', yeah, we on that R. Kelly +And then she tell me +[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne] +Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter +Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire (Yeah, Mickey and Mallory) +Let's start a fire (Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde, Thelma and Lil Weezy) +Let's start a fire +Let's start a fire-ire-ire +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm like goodness gracious, great wall of China +All we do is fuck all day, all mañana +It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her +Make her perspire, sweat, blood, and crying +Goodness gracious, great God almighty +She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney +We break all of monotony, baby, we high commodity +And they just don't get it +[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne] +Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter +Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire (Me and you) +Let's start a fire (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire +Let's start a fire-ire-ire +[Refrain: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian] +Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it +They just don't get it +Temperature's risin', her body yearnin', yeah, we on that R. Kelly +And then she tell me (Let's start a fire) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire +She ridin' me like a street car named Desire +Stop, drop, roll, and shake what her mama gave her +Clap that ass like the choir +Oh, I ran into my old thing +I say, ""Bitch, you broke my heart, but that's just growin' pains"" +But trust me, she ain't nothing but an old flame +And I threw water on that old flame, no more flames +I'm so glad I'm out the dope game +'Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane +Now that pussy is my domain +And I know they just don't get it, they just don't get it, yeah +[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne] +Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter +Baby, I'll be your gasoline +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire (Fuck 'em, fuck it, they just don't get it, see we already, we already lit it) +Let's start a fire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah, it's me and you) +Let's start a fire (Just don't get it, we already, we already did it) +Let's start a fire-ire-ire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah) +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian] +Let's start a fire +Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it +They just don't get it +Baby, I'll be your gasoline +Fuck it, 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl +And they just don't get it +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames +Fuck em', 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl +And they just don't get it +Young Mula baby52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Foul Breeze[Verse 1] +Amazin', man, got a letter from a Asian fan +He asked, ""Was I black, was I gon' play Japan soon?"" +Wrote back, ""Yes"", danced in the shower, got dressed +Old school, powdered my neck +I give, but I'm selfish +Tattoo of my chick lips on my pelvis +Well, it's the pubic part, excuse me, y'all +I think that I became musical +Way before rap, I did wanna be the tap dance kid +On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary +Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now +FYI - for your info +Insects splattered on the bike window +Had a innuendo +Just last night, don't know where it came from +Guess it's from a past life +Am I charismatic enough? +Does my charm reach people that could make a change? +If I shoot with straight aim at the positive target +And swooed 'em to make a deposit into my account +Would that be progress? +I doubt +[Chorus] +Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me +I just can't figure it out +Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it +Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out +Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know +Somehow it's related to me +And now I'm frustrated, 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard +On somethin' that's just too plain to see +[Verse 2] +Savoir faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear +About to have a monstrous year +Livest spot, yeah, err' night, deep +Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth +C'est la vie, I'm engaged +But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me +And they wrist is froze, like toes on bodies in the morgue +That was put there by the squad +Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track +Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq', tell the DJ, spin it back +{*Beat reverses*} +Yeah, somethin' like that +Uh, it go savoir-faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear +I'm about to have a monstrous year +Livest spots, err' night we deep +Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth +C'est la vie, I'm engaged +But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me +The wrist is froze, like toes on a body in the morgue +They were all put there by the squad +Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track +Like Arthur Ash on the tennis racq', tell the..., nah +Everythin' I be in +Creme de la creme, from the linen to the gold front rim +Cold stuntin' +Take a look around, what you found? +Like Masta Ace, tell me the world's a faster place +High school students will slash your face +In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin' +Computer rage is real +Get excited when I'm walkin' +'Cause I'm used to dark shades and a limousine tint +Business managers scare me half to death +When they tell me every month what is co-being spent +[Chorus] +Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me +I just can't figure it out +Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it +Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out +Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know +Somehow it's related to me +And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard +On somethin' that's just too plain to see +[Verse 3] +I don't like when my girl try to pull a MC Lyte +Jumped out the whip, through the train, leave me like D Nice +They say we used to resemble each other +Both last name Jones so we must be brothers +My yearly salary suffers +'Cause I hate work, no play, Mick Jag' lane +And I rock parts in my hair that are hotter than yours +Horizontal lines, designs your barber can't draw +Posters of Nas on the barbershop doors +Entourage, security galore +When was the last time you rolled by yourself, superstar? +Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart +I'm awakened by my own screams +Lucifer masturbated in my dreams +It means somebody's gonna get fucked in the worst way +And none of y'all hoes is touchin' my wordplay +Janitors and men with eighty mill both feel the same grief +The men at work, blue collars of the old men +Shinin' shoes with shoe polish go through the same dramas +They wish for a better tomorrow +I thought only five percenters are conspiracy theorists +Thinkin' what the New World Order thing is +But everybody does +The fear of the planet is contaminatin everybody's blood +Triliteral, Democratic parties +Anglo-American military alliance +Studied at Oxford, scholars, they watchin' +NASDAQ, Dow Jones, got the world stocks in a shamble +Procter and Gamble +Toxins demand you understand who plans to jam you +Some random thoughts by the candlelight in Paris +As I struggle to be savvy +[Chorus] +Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me +I just can't figure it out +Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it +Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out +Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know +Somehow it's related to me +And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard +On somethin' that's just too plain to seeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Yall Dont Really Want It(Chorus) +Really it's really nothing +Bitches be really frontin +Niggas don't give me nothing +Take everything that I want and +Soon as I get confronted +I'm telling niggas run it +Yall don't really want it +Nah yall don't really want it +[Remy Ma: Verse 1] +I switch my flow but I'm straight from the Boogie nigga +You know my style black Tims black hoodie nigga +Yeah it's clear , its my year +Remy Ma run shit round here round here +I kicks that southern slang it's from from right thurr +Oh you got bitches coming? Where they at? Right where? +Wife beata, Nik-errs, nice jeans, nice hair +Gun in my purse, ice all in my ear +So who the fuck you think you talking to bitch? +Know who you fucking with +The Bronx Bomber ,Ms.Martin government name is Reminisce +And you don't really wanna piss me off +Look you dont wanna push me +They say you are what you eat so you know that means you pussy +(Right)I'm in my Hummer stunting, I'm on the Henry Hudson +Don't care which lane, so I switch lanes from left lane to right lane its nothing +And I'm doing like a 100 +So how I'm gone dump my Dutchess +See niggas is nervous +But I'm swervin on all yall mothafuckas +(Chorus 2x) +[Remy Ma: Verse 2] +(Damn) +The pedal scuff my Chuckers +And still can't no one touch us +If the world was free of suckas it wouldn't be no one but us +Remy Ma get it on and prospect +Sunshine, Big Pun, and Joe Crack +Terror squad and you already know that +Bitch threw two at me I throw four back +Bitch hold that, yeah throwback +As a matter of fact wait hold up +Tell me this beat ain't a beat that make you wanna +Get some weed and roll up +See my ears, my neck, my wrist, my fingers look like water froze up +I'm a p-i-m-p I got male groupies +Hot damn jeez down there hoes up +When I say hoes I mean bitches +And by bitches I mean ladies +See No bitch could ever play me +Push a aqua green Mercedes +And you driving Ms.Daisy +Rem be driving em crazy +I'm big pimping just like them niggas Bun B & Jay-Z +[Verse 3] +Ok ya girl is here the night is right +My gear is crazy ,crispy white on white +Just got the trucks valet and +I'm here a little late but who really gives a fuck +It's not like I gotta pay +Hate these dike ass security with grown men hands +You half nigga, my squad got in with all the cans +But you know I gotta cop a bottle soon as I step in +I don't even drink like that I use it as a weapon +Why you think I'm gettinig drunk poppin Corpse +I'm just patiently waiting for something to pop off +And these bouncers is fucking cowards +They think cause they brolic +That they can't get smacked with a bottle of Hypnotiq +Now they tryna tell me that we can't smoke in the club +Dont give a fuck about a , but I'm smoking my bud +Somebody better tell the kid Remy dont really care +Set it on anyone, anywhere +Bitch I ain't never scared" +"True Loyalty[50 Cent] +Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here +Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit +Yeah.. +[Verse 1: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks] +There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love +Except loyalty and love between thugs +For you I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip +For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kid +For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do +I'm a Thug, this the way I show my love for you +Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash +For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass +For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight +Cause with a record like yours, doawg, you ain't staying upstate +Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew (Why?) +Cause I know you'd do the same thing too +I ride for you, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies +How could you not love a thug like me? +[Chorus: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks] +Would you ride for me? +You ain't even got to ask +Would you die for me? +Nigga, they blast you, they blast me +Would you cry for me? +Shit, when I die don't cry for me +Just keep repping Southside for me +Would you ride for me? +You ain't even got to ask +Would you die for me? +Nigga, they blast you, they blast me +Would you cry for me? +Shit, when I die don't cry for me +Just keep repping Southside for me +[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks + 50 Cent] +Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack +I'm the clip, you the gat +I'm the Glock, you the mac +I'm the artist, you the trap +I'm a pen, you the pad +I'm the Dutch, you the bag +I'm the knife, you the stab +I'm the driver, you the Jag +I'm the ice, you the bezel +I'm grimy, you ghetto +I'm the bow, you the arrow +I'm the shell, you the barrel +I'm a pimp, you a player +I'm dope, you the hustler +I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler +[Chorus: 50 Cent + Lloyd Banks] +Would you ride for me? +You ain't even got to ask +Would you die for me? +Nigga, they blast you, they blast me +Would you cry for me? +Shit, when I die don't cry for me +Just keep repping Southside for me +Would you ride for me? +You ain't even got to ask +Would you die for me? +Nigga, they blast you, they blast me +Would you cry for me? +Shit, when I die don't cry for me +Just keep repping Southside for me +[Verse 3: Tony Yayo] +You can catch me in public housing with bundles of D +Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundled up to ski +Since time is money I rhyme on the clock +And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox +You see the ice, you know it's top notch +And when it comes to dice I'm seeing shorty to the shot box +Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top +And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop +When I grind I wear the same shit tomorrow +When you grind it's Showtime at the Apollo +Damn near every rapper gotta hot sixteen +Well, my flow's like a hoe that's sixteen +I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas +They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun, bitches +But I'm ghetto, straight from the hood, my nigga +If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger +I got so many minks, and so many leathers +The crib is surrounded by animal protesters +I'm a grown man, still living like I'm young +With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom +Here the cops come, task force van +Rock so much ice I'm called Jack Frost, man +And while we sipping on Cris' you sipping backwash, man +Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand +You want sixteen bars in song format +Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat - what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"In My Life[Intro] +It's nothin', Prefix, go! +Bitch, my name is Weezy F Baby +And you wanna know what the F is for? +That's cause I stay fresh, I I stay fresh +I stay fresh, yeah I stay fresh +You know I stay fresh, so fresh +I say, ain't I the coolest? Get at me! +My name is Weezy F Baby mu' fucka +And this is The Prefix, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? +Go get that Carter album too when it drops +It's supposed to be June 22nd or something +I don't know, it's up to Universal +But when it do drop, go get that shit +But right now, at this given place and time, I'm tired of you niggas +I need a bed everywhere I go to go to bed every time I hear the bullshit +I'm tired of this shit man, I'm tired of that +It's gon' be real fucked up when I get sick and tired of you niggas +I'mma throw up on one of you boys +How would you like that, huh? +Get trashbags for you, cause you're garbage +[Verse 1] +It's your boy Weezy, from Hollygrove I'm still loc'in +I'm Mannie fresh from the t-shirt to the Forces +Pink got my feet wet, bitch I'm still soakin' +Steppin' out ashy, I need a little lotion +You niggas funny, you gotta be jokin' +My Glocks speak out and the bullets outspoken +I take a week out on the map of the ocean +Way in the middle of the Atlantic I'm tokin' +Just in case one of these niggas jaws open +I jaws 1-2-3-4 bow him +They say he gotta be seasick, how he spit +Keep kickin' it, but you'll never see my knee bent +They got a [?] that I'm deep in +Little niggas I started went off the deep end +But I ain't trippin', I just keep my gun +I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one +I got 99 partners and a snitch ain't one +I got 99 bitches and I don't love one +My 1999 bitches I been done +In 2000 it was mine, now that's his son +Go Weezy, that's what the freaks say +He like head when he ridin' on the freeway +And them threeways on a weekday +I stopped fuckin' with a girl on her P day +I'm playin', I take you to a whole 'nother land +Get you a Tiffany band +Yo, I got one with a [?] band +If you're sick of me stuntin' then I hope you die sufferin' +In the city dolo most of the time +Since a nigga say I want most of the shine +I hit your head really open your mind +Rude boy dreads, I'm red smokin' a pine +I take a bath with your ho and mine +And make a little butter so it go in fine +I flow tough, you can't go with mine +Message to Miss Cita, I'm focused mom +[Hook] x2 +If y'all see them boys tonight +Wait 'til they come up out of them lights +Make 'em come up off of that ice +Bring it back to the hood and flip they shit twice +[Verse 2] +Get your shit sliced +Boy, get your ho card swiped +Credit or debit pussy, I decline your life +[?] payin' your pipe I [?] Medula +Writin' to Rocafella, protectin' the mozzarella +With the toaster strudel, you niggas is noodles +I'm just tryin' to get my palms on that parmesan +You know the usual, pop smoke and neutral +Cop coke and move, no hustler 'til my boot [?] +We are not mutual, we are not pupils +We are not peoples, you are not eagle +You're not Cash Money or Young Money either +You're thinkin' I'mma beat you, I'm thinkin' where should I leave you +I'm legal, respected like a Visa +Kick early game to your bitch like cold pizza +Yeah, I let you know [?] +I am a product, [?] behind 'em yeah +I'm kinda hot, but she don't mind +You might shoot once, I'll bang 3, 4 times +5, 6, 7-8-9 +The 10'll empty it, that's the one that I kill you with +Weezy F Baby flow genuine +The track screamin' just like my bitch, ""Boy, you killin' it!"" +Weezy F Baby flow genuine +The track screamin' just like my bitch, ""Boy, you killin' it!"" +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Studio Ton Remix)* - clean version is the only version that exists +Intro: +Oooh baby I like it raw +Yeah baby I like it rawww (with your MC at the epicenter) +Oooh baby I like it raw (sup boo? sup? sup baby?) +Yeah baby I like it rawww +Oooh baby I like it raw (it's E-40 man) +Yeah baby I like it rawww (sup baby?) +Oooh baby I like it raw (I see y'all, I see you whassup y'all) +Yeah baby I like it raww (sup?? SUP???) +Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yeah shimmy yay +Gimme the mic so I can take it away +Off on a natural charge, bon voyage +Yeah from the home of the Dodger, Brooklyn squad +WU-TANG! Killa beez on the swarm +Reign on your college-aXX disco dorm +For you to even touch my skill +You gotta go the one killa bee and he ain't for the kill +Verse One: MC Eiht +I'm givin you that funky funky aXX-sXXX +(That sXXX) that you gotsa ta fXXX wit +So stand back cause I don't hope my funk +Threw a bunk on your silly billy aXX and you too soft +I'm givin that brain a little tickle +I'm thicker than a buXX-lickin indo popsicle (popsicle) +Fool you know I'm too cold +I leave that ass hangin, hangin like a bXXXX on hold +Can suck my DING, you bring like static +I shoots like a fXXXXn automatic (automatic) +Classy ------- I'm in em +I'm deadly like a m---------n snake's, venom +So it's on bad cuz these zaggin come around your block +And we strapped with the Mac +And you get served like a clucker +E four oh and the Eiht, down with that dirty moXXXXXXer +Geyeah +Interlude: [backwards verse] +The nigga that discovered electricity +Yo gimee some of that Hurricane SO! +Verse Two: E-40, Ol Dirty +Cookin y'all on the burner inside a Rolex +Clocked, to a fat ass nXXXa clad in black, honk! +Might act my color but now E four oh ain't no dummy though +Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money hoe +NXXXa this game ain't wrinkled, hoe I don't need no starsight +To serious aXX nXXXa twenty-first of March +Time's up in this b---h right, East West whoride +BXXXXes don't understand my isht that we be servin +Uhhhh, I'm from the Bed-Stuy, now do or die +I got somethin for your a-- now I'm passin lye +See E-40 Click roll thick like a hoe drippin ---- +The A-von, tish +Chorus: +Oooh baby I like it raw +Yeah baby I like it rawww +Oooh baby I like it raw +Yeah baby I like it rawww +Oooh baby I like it raw +Yeah baby I like it rawww +Oooh baby I like it raw +Yeah baby I like it rawww +Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard +Most MC's get all too hyped +From the tent we'll rhyme and take you out with a tank +It's not MC just an MC bee +Weak on your words you never thought of by freein +Positive thoughts that I let come out +Ask the God A-SON I know what it's about +On the mic I'm a leader, school I was a reader +When it come to f----n I'm a strong good breeder +MC max and we worn out wax +Collect the cash money, without ever being taxed +And then I, got your attention +I'd like to mention, DON'T BATTLE ME at any rap convention +Yo I'd like to give a shout out +To all you live zaggin out there +And also like to give a shout out +To all you punk ------ out there +I wanna give a shout out +To all the true black women, because I love you +And I also wanna give a shout out +To them fake a-- b----s out there +YaknowhatI'msayin?" +"Pay It Forward[Verse 1:] +What, your love to me, I'm laid dead +Just waiting to see you, talking with you +Say you single +I don't need nothing else, there's a secret +(Full of you, more than love) +Now [?] +(Full of you, more than love) +[?] +[Verse 2:] +Your love to me, I'm laid dead +What, your love to me, I'm laid dead +Just waiting to see you, talking with you +Say you single +I don't need nothing else, there's a secret +(Full of you, more than love) +Now [?] +(Full of you, more than love) +[?]" +"Slavery Was a Choice Pt. 1 [May 1, 2018]I don't think people necessarily understand what happened last week with the Make America Great Again hat. What are you trying to do with the message you're sending? +It was really just my subconscious. It was a feeling I had, you know like, people, we're taught how to feel. We're taught how to think. We don't know how to think for ourselves. We don't know how to feel for ourselves. People say feel free, but they don't really want us to feel free. And, uh, I felt a freedom in first of all, just doing something that everybody tells you not to do. +... +I just love Trump! That's my boy! You know like, so many rappers, you'll look at a video of Snoop Dogg loving Trump, but then he get into office and now they don't love him. Trump is one of rap's favorite people right? +But we talked about this, that before he was elected president, people in hip-hop it was an in thing to put Donald Trump in your rhymes somewhere. +And by the way, I'm in hip-hop but I'm not just in hip-hop. I'm a black person in the black community but I'm not just that. I feel like one thing is that people try to minimize me to artist, hip-hop, black community...Yeah, I'm always gonna represent that but I also represent the world. +... +You hear about slavery for 400 years. For 400 years? That sound like a choice! [laughs]. You was there for 400 years and it was all of y'all? +It's like we're mentally imprisoned. I like the word 'prison', because slavery goes too direct to the idea of blacks. It's like slavery Holocaust, Holocaust Jews, slavery is blacks...So prison is something that unites us as one race. Blacks and whites being one race. That we're the human race. +Do you feel that I'm being free? And that I'm thinking free? +[Van Lathan] +I actually don't think that you're thinking anything. I think what you're doing right now is actually the absence of thought. And the reason why I feel like that is because Kanye, you're entitled to your opinion, you're entitled to believe whatever you want, but there is fact, and real-world, real-life consequence behind everything that you just said. +While you are making music, and being an artist, and living the life that you've earned by being a genius, the rest of us in society have to deal with these threats to our lives. We have to deal with the marginalization that has come from the 400 years that you said, for our people was a choice! +Frankly, I'm disappointed. I'm appalled. And brother, I am unbelievably hurt by the fact that you have morphed into something, to me, that's not real." +"All of Me[Produced by Jake One] +[Hook: Mary J. Blige] +Now if I give you all of me, what'chu gonna give me back? +Your body is calling me, got me feeling like a fiend on crack +Boy you gonna make me fall in love, now why you wanna go and do that? +Now if I give you all of me, tell me what'chu gon' give me back? +[Verse 1] +Let's start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into +The money I acquire, mama, make it all simple +Flashback '03, paparazzi flashing flicks +I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a sick stash +Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me +Mwah - it just happened so quickly +Feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley +It's gangsta my music, even when it's the smooth shit +You can hate me cause I hurt you, but I ain't mean to do it +Em predicted it all, I don't know how he knew it +He said women from Hollywood, they liar-liar-liars +You fuck 'em they, get you heated, deny you like Mariah +Fast forward to '06, I'm still on fire +The world is still turning, my records are still earning +Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker +Straight up and down, baby, I'm a special kind of nigga +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Life is short, baby, be a part of my dreams +I own Ferrari horses, my Lamborghini leans +So mean, I have niggas hating on me +God gave me a gift, I'm supposed to be rich +I'm supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick +When my homies put in work, they supposed to get hit +With a piece of chain thick and go and buy 'em some bricks +I ain't make that up, this is how it's 'sposed to be kid +You should feel like a lifer that get back that time +When I smile your smile should be as big as mines +Girl to know me is to love me, I'm one of a kind +Even when you hate me you love me, forever you're mine +[Hook] +[Outro: Mary J. Blige] +What you gonna give me back? +You're gonna make me fall in love +What you gon' give me, what you gon' give me, what you gon' give meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Street Lights[Intro] +Let me know +Do I still got time to grow? +Things ain't always set in stone +That be known let me know +Let me... +[Verse] +Seems like street lights, glowing, happen to be +Just like moments, passing, in front of me +So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare +See I know my destination, but I'm just not there +All the street lights, glowing, happen to be +Just like moments, passing, in front of me +So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare +See I know my destination, but I'm just not there +[Chorus] +In the streets +In the streets +I'm just not there in the streets +I'm just not there +Life's just not fair +[Verse] +Seems like street lights, glowing, happen to be +Just like moments, passing, in front of me +So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare +See I know my destination, but I'm just not there +All the street lights, glowing, happen to be +Just like moments, passing, in front of me +So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare +See I know my destination, but I'm just not there +All the street lights, glowing, happen to be +Just like moments, passing, in front of me +So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare +See I know my destination, but I'm just not there +[Chorus] +In the streets +In the streets +I'm just not there in the streets +I'm just not there +Life's just not fair +Life's just not fair" +"The Purple Tape[Intro: Method Man] +I, fifty-eight, fifty-seven +Yeah, got you +A'ight, ayy +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Lace your boots up, tracks get looped up +The chocolate deluxe gets scooped up +All my pigeons is cooped up, Wu's up, W's up +If y'all ain't with us, chuck a deuce up, and let us do us +Break a promise but not my group up +Veterans is dying and used up +Let's see if they can hang, I'm already tying the snoose up (Ah) +I'm too hot, if you not, get you stuffed (Stuffed) +Get you touched and get you shot or you cut (Damn) +Young buck, I'm just trying to toughen you up (Yeah) +Can't let you hustle with us, y'all ain't struggled enough (Nah) +Y'all been cuddled too much, maybe mothered too much +So the burner giving out loans, here's a couple of bucks +Had a couple of scuffs, I ain't saying I'm perfect (Yeah) +And I ain't cursing the rhyme but I wrote it in cursive (Woo) +Quote the verses, boy I flow with a purpose +Get that prometh' and the soda, come with the purchase +[Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith] +Who is that up in the building? +Hashtag we still win +Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend +My youngin' tell 'em it's them +Wu-Tang is for the children +They bugging, tell 'em again +Wu-Tang is for the children +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Lab with the pole, she slide down, I'm in the basement counting faces +Drunk on the slouch, count the spaceships +Jewelry to my knee caps, breathe stacks whores & sleestacks +H-S-B see me getting g-packs, herringbones, mad stones in 'em +The voice is olive green, three doors, I'm on and bring my goons home +Puma's on, points like unicorns, fuming in uniforms +What you wanna do with me? Just sue me homes +Yeah, half Mike, half Nike, handle got grip +Got monkey's out here ready to flip +We pull a stunt, grab knots, push cops, just for vengeance +For killing that real shit independence +Far glowing like blonde hair, probably where the way it be rolling +Let's catch a check y'all, bring the broads here +Until the sun burn out, ain't nobody eating (Nigga) +We on your block now, Glock up or call the precinct +[Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith] +Who is that up in the building? +Hashtag we still win +Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend +My youngin' tell 'em it's them +Wu-Tang is for the children +They bugging, tell 'em again +Wu-Tang is for the children +Who is that up in the building? +Hashtag we still win +Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend +My youngin' tell 'em it's them +Wu-Tang is for the children +They bugging, tell 'em again +Wu-Tang is for the children +[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] +Deck performing on the track, call him Jeff Gordon +I'm still buzzin', this is Hennessey the next morning +They upset talking, I'm yes y'allin for checks +Boss on the set, you acting like my ex calling +Ain't that a bitch, not the five or the six +I rock seven on my back, that's Kaepernick +I dazzle like a magic trick, fabulous swordsmen +Sort of like abortion, I ain't having it +S-I ready for action, heavily cashing +We set for whatever, what's happening? +Cold like the weather in Aspen, flow everlasting +Four, five, six, your head's crackin' +Just a fifth of E&J, plus a eighth of green +No promethazine but I make 'em lean +I'm running with the real, y'all chasing dreams +While the crowd go wild for they favorite team +[Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith] +Who is that up in the building? +Hashtag we still win +Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend +My youngin' tell 'em it's them +Wu-Tang is for the children +They bugging, tell 'em again +Wu-Tang is for the children +Who is that up in the building? +Hashtag we still win +Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend +My youngin' tell 'em it's them +Wu-Tang is for the children +They bugging, tell 'em again +Wu-Tang is for the children" +"Bounce (Chopped & Screwed)(Lil' Flip) +Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know +Jump in the old chevy and bounce +Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track +(Chorus repeat 2 times: Lil' Flip) +Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce) +Bounce for yo hood and throw it up +Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) +Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce) +It's goin down, throw it up +Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) +(Lil' Flip) +Now where you from? +Homey Im from the southside (southside) +And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide) +You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique +Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga) +One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs +If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub +You gotta step it up, I got a special cup +I get my shine on +But no these ain't no rimestones +I got my clothing line +I got my liquor coming +And if you on a verse each part 1500 +Nigga you do the math +I never use a cab +I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +I pack a k nigga (k nigga) +I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga) +I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggas +Them niggas bump screw, and they will jump you +They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo +And we ready nigga so bring it on ho +I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe +One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas +I made a lot of yall careers and and yall ain't tell me thank ya +But Im a grown man, I hold my own man +Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike +Half the time I don't write +I just grab an ounce +Tell play to fresh record +And watch these niggas bounce +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8 +Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay +In VA, Norfolk to be exact +I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack +My niggas got my back +Yo niggas quick to run +And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta) +One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes +I went from gold, white to plat +Back to rosegold +(Chorus)" +"Last Minute[Intro] +Ayy-Ayy-Ayo Bleu +Gorilla on the track +Turn Me Up Josh +[Verse 1] +They say you is what you hang around +Like what I look like snakin' a nigga who been ’round me, who been stayin' down? +You a clown, move around +And ain't gon’ lie, 'cause I got love for all the shawties who done grew up, turned to shooters now +You was wild, juvenile +You caught a case when you was an adult and ain't gon' lie, you thought it was gon' be the same as juvenile +When you was down, who was down? +Twenty-three and one, you locked down, plus you got a cellie doin' a hunnid now +[Chorus] +You tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin' +I feel the love from these diamonds when they glistеnin’ +Know how you feel when you finally get attention +’Causе before, it seem like niggas wouldn't listen +[Verse 2] +I got some fam’ who just came around, they say they love me now +Seen the fatherhood that we been on, they give 'em onesies now +And I heal the grudge with a nigga I love, I give him money now +Baby momma drama got me rushin' into them rubbers now +Told his ass, ""Stop lackin,"" but I caught him lackin' a couple times +When I think ’bout Iris, I get in my feelings, wish I could hug her now +I don't phony kick it with rap niggas, I don't give my number out +Lotta bitch niggas woulda been dead if I ain't humbled down, oh (Gorilla on the track) +And I'm so excited +But I ain't gon' rat myself to a big indictment +I speak my pain off the top, that's why I quit writin' +Let bro down when he was tryna box, that's why I quit fightin' (Ayo Bleu) +[Chorus] +You tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin' +I feel the love from these diamonds when they glistenin' +Know how you feel when you finally get attention +'Cause before, it seem like niggas wouldn't listen +[Outro] +I was tryna sell my Link card to get a Blick, y'all +I was actin' for them hoes like I was a big dawg +No, I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yah +No, I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"On MediaTakeoutNow - Media Takeout - always remember that you dissed the collection that changed the world +You seem like the type of organization hired to always keep dreamers down. when certain things in history happen you just got to respect it +Respect the struggle. respect the hustle. respect the dreams. respect the movement +I had an album listening and clothing presentation and Madison Square Garden +People were crying. people were throwing up the fist. people were dancing +But Media Takeout couldn't say one thing positive knowing damn well you'd love to be on the YEEZY 350 list +You probably got bootleg Yeezy's on right now +I'm a human being. I'm an artist, bro +Your site is entertaining and hilarious but certain things are just too far. you have no idea what I've had to go through +So many people didn't make it and gave everything they had for me to stand on their shoulders and break through fashion +Fashion ain't no joke for me. It's a way of life. creative expression and industry +I've given everything I had for this moment. a lot of people feel it's the paradigm shift +And I'm proud of this picture with me and Caitlyn. She gave the most heart felt speech at my wedding +And was there in full support to see me realize this dream +Wow the paradigm has shifted, She killed it. everything is changed now!!!! Lil Sis kiiiiiiiilled this shit!!!!!!! +HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK ALL THE HATERS PUT YOUR MIUTHERFUCKING FIST IN THE SKY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! +I'M SO HYPE RIGHT NOW EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED . HAVE YA'LL EVER SEEN TRON? THE END OF THE TRON WHERE EVERYTHING LIGHT UP!!!! +HAD TO ALL CAPS THIS!!!!!! NO MORE RULES.. MAKE YOUR OWN RULES. ok now back to finishing Pablo +Thank you my brother Ricardo" +"Freestyle 4 (Demo)[Intro] +This that rap god shit nigga +I rip every one of these mothafuckas down, ayy +Rah, rah, rah +Rah, rah +[Verse] +Closed eyes, see things +Fire up, tweaking +You in my freak dreams +You in my freak dreams +Bad bitch, you dig that +Get stacks, drive cars +Whip out, bitch out +Tits out, oh shit +My dick out, can she suck it right now? +Fuck, can she fuck right now? +I done asked twice now +Can you bring your price down? +Lil Boosie with the wipe down +A little woozy but I'm nice now +What the fuck right now? +What the fuck right now? +What the, what the fuck right now? +What if we fuck right now? +What if we fucked right in the middle +Of this mothafuckin' dinner table? +What if we fucked at this Vogue party? +Would we bе the life of the wholе party? +Shut down the whole party +Would everybody start fuckin'? +Would everybody start fuckin'? +Would everybody start fuckin'? +They don't want nothin' +You mothafuckas livin' like half of your level, half of your life +I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie +We be in the bathroom fuckin' like ""Baby, don't get too loud!"" +I can, I can see it, yeah +[Outro] +I need you right now, I need you right now +I need you right now, I need you right now +I need you right now, need you right now +I need you right now, I need you right now +Need you right now, I need you right now" +"What’s Happenin’[Intro] +Ayo, Tical? +What up, fam? +You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God +Good too see you too, God +Let's take the streets for a little ride +Okay, we ridin' high +Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky +Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die +Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (Yeah, yo) +Come on +[Verse 1] +I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical) +I'm bustin' that ass again +I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame +These niggas tryna see how I come? Ask your dame +Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (Yes) Meth for President +Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it +And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get +Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate +Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle +Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup +Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup +Put it in my next video shot by Little X +And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left +I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less +Think fast, (Come on) bank cash (Come on) +Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on) +[Chorus] +This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) +Grab somebody (What) +Stomp somebody (What!) +Slap somebody (What) +Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) +Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) +Brooklyn (Come on) +Shaolin (Come on) +Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) +Bronx, nigga (Come on) +Manhattan (Come on) +To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) +[Interlude] +Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus' +Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas +Yeah +[Verse 2] +Now watch me back your shit up +I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up +Homie, it's time to move +While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your +Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (Come on) +Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting +Aiming, attacking, instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you +I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath +Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant +(Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it +And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet +Captain of this ship so call me the pilot +I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I +Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle +That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit +Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you +And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga +[Chorus] +This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) +Grab somebody (What) +Stomp somebody (What) +Slap somebody (What) +Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) +Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) +Brooklyn (Come on) +Shaolin (Come on) +Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) +Bronx, nigga (Come on) +Manhattan (Come on) +To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) +[Interlude] +That's what truth be, my nigga (Yeah, come on) +Niggas, listen, let me talk (Let me talk, come on) +[Verse 3] +Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh) +Shake your big fat ass in front of me now +To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas +We here to blackout, follow the story now +Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna +Just keep the street, but, nigga +Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga? +And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga +[Verse 4] +See the police coming (What) +Fireman coming (What) +Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (What) +I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (What) +Me and Meth'll step to you (Quick) and smash something (What) +Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards +Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder +Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it +Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it +Well, yeah, my nigga (Set it off) +You know we seeing it through, God +The street be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo) +I think what I'm seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo +Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago +I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes +Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food +Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothing like a curious child +I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles +[Chorus] +This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) +Grab somebody (What) +Stomp somebody (What) +Slap somebody (What) +Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) +Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) +Brooklyn (Come on) +Shaolin (Come on) +Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) +Bronx, nigga (Come on) +Manhattan (Come on) +To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) +[Outro] +Every day, every rotation, come with it (Yeah, yeah) +Let me talk, come on +Ayo, God +Yeah, lord +Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga +Ain't that some shit? +That's some shit +Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus +Meth-Tical +Yeah (Yeah) +Ayy, let me know when you wanna do that again, God +Shit, we we can do it right now (Yeah) +Shoutout to New Jersey +Yeah" +Drama : WeezyShoutout my nigga Drama, man, for still fuckin' with me with this crazy shit man. Cause obviously he could be like, man, I don't really fuck with you no more, man, I'm doin' this shit without a motherfucker. But he still fucks with your boy and I appreciate that man, I hope we can make the fuckin' computers crash again. Ya dig?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy +"Love You Too[Intro: Lil Durk] +Oh, oh, oh, ooh +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +When we fight, can't let the world know +Don't tell the group chat or let your girls know +They'd be happy to see you down +They'd be happy to see you down +And my heart cold, but you heat it up +Get you to the crib, lick it, beat it up +Real power couple winnin', they can't compete with us +Can't no one fuck this up 'cause this too deep with us +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +But I love you +That's why I'm into you +My baby, oh (Oh) +That's why I'm into you +My wifey, yeah, yeah +That's why I'm into you +But I love you, but I love you +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +You stepped into a boss situation +Turnt up with the young generation +Tryna give you dick, you can't take it +Treat you like a virgin, you can taste it +Please don't tell your friends my business +Want you to be my girl, no friendship +I gave her the code to the mansion +Want me to suck her toes, she demand it +Oh, ice out her pendant +Put a Rollie on her left wrist +I don't condone to no abortions +Why you ain't keep it? (Oh) +[Bridge: Lil Durk] +I ain't never been in love this deep, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh, oh) +Like my past, my past, know what I’m sayin'? I regret it (Oh, oh) +But I think we made for each other, for real (Oh, oh) +[Verse 3: Kehlani & Lil Durk] +Never takin' love for granted +Many die young before they have this +Not too many of 'em growin' up and never had it (Oh, oh) +So that's why with you it's a habit, we classic (Oh, woah, oh) +You the realest so I make it a point to match that +Every bitch from your past, try hard to snatch back +Give me all your kids and fuck me good so I can snapback +You the type to say that if I want it, I could bag that +Deserve it all 'cause you be gettin' to it +You deserve a bitch that'll hold you down through it (Oh, oh) +I know your body, you ain't never gotta prove it (Yeah) +You know what you're doin', I know what to do it with it (With it) +Let's take it to a new limit (Limit) +You know you're too smooth with it +So come through, I'ma show you +How we gon' move (How we gon' move) +So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you) +So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you) +[Outro: Kehlani] +So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you) +So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Chef It Up[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Word +Yeah +Jump into the movie +Let's go +[Verse 1] +Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest +I'm like a jag, more spots, more courageous +I'm here, I never left, the chef blade henchman +Rep with a thousand one trenchmen +We all wearin' sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes +Coolin' on top of the spots holdin' choppers +Some new Jordan 6s in the six +Fly niggas fuck this, fuck that +My winners get enough that +Teflon Dons and pimps, pop models +Louis goggles and the S class blast, don't hit the potholes +We racin', everything's laced, here's the ratio +Now bust that down, let's get more fellatio +[Chorus] +Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up +We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up +Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up +Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? +Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up +We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up +Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up +Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? +[Verse 2] +Grass get lit in bamboo, the band new +I will be one of the elites in the streets +Stores where fours get bought we open up wars +Some swords get caught, some broads got bored +Next level, new level, it's gods against devils +Czars against rebels, we never been flipped +Army brigades with blades on, all types of niggas catch fades +In the middle of the street in the yellow line +The timin' is massive, let's run to the parade +Bangkok hammers get blazed +It's in the streets, be amazed +How young homies turn into slaves +Eat that nigga for days, what +[Chorus] +Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up +We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up +Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up +Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? +Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up +We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up +Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up +Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what? +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah +That's how you do that shit, man, for real, man? +That's what you do when them niggas here? +That's how it's going down? +A-yo, you let me tell you something, man +Fuck all them niggas, straight up, man +I don't even wanna say it, man +But y'all already know, man +Y'all already know the greatest man +The greatest man +We the fuckin' best, nigga, what? +Hahahaha, yeah, son +Tell 'em what it is son +That's right, man +The adventures +Chef, one +Yeah" +"White Chalk II[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] +Here's the situation +Larce got shot now he facin' +Heaven or Hell but he livin' to tell +Who fuckin' did it +I got my crimie down with it +Just as grimy as me, slimy as me +Check it +I got a long list of names and addresses +Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses +She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son +Worse come to worst I'll kill his sister +I know he'll miss her +They dissed the family, other half of me +Them niggas scared of me, I hope they prepared to be +Shot at, hit up with baseball bats +Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats +Drive to Brooklyn, the back, take him to the pier (where?) +Way up in the back where the bums sleep at +Look him in the eye ""You wanna die, don't ya?"" +""If you could change everything you did ya would, won't ya?"" +But you can't cause my brother can't breathe +Watchin' him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave +All I wanna do is kill your crew +Your grandmoms might get wet on the church house steps +The beef is set +Whatever +Show you the meaning of pressure +Killing faggot niggas like y'all for pleasure +You can't measure +The pain that's inside +Homicide +You can run but you can't hide +When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence +Everybody on the stoop gettin' bent +White Chalk- +[Verse 2: Craig G] +The nigga Blake told me +To be calm & breath slowly +Ya know me, I flip +Niggas was tryna hold me +Called the hospital lobby +The doctor said he pro'ly +Die, G +Arms taped-up with IVs +Heard he got blast an that shit surprised me +Larceny on his back - that's some shit I can't see +But I can see me puttin' you on TV +You and your crew +Channel 22 News, walkin' with some man's suit +With a [?] +In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon' tell? +Who tha fuck you gon' see that can outclass me? +Outlast me, stamina's nasty +Call Rayshawn's viper, Blake can call me a snake +How ya gonna act when you hear these .9's break? +Car doors close, trench coats open +Tommy gun's start smokin' +Leave you on a cold street chokin' +On your own blood +Fuck the jokin' +I ain't kiddin' +Mac spittin' +Niggas gettin' hit back flippin' +Wounded tryna flee, breakin' off full speed +Jumpin' over gates screamin' 'Fess it wasn't me +I see +The fear as I stare through the Cardier lenses +You ten yards ahead jumpin' fences +Breathin' mad hard beggin' God for forgiveness +But he ain't hearin' you +So I'ma end this +Fatality +Finished +Death is callin' +Who can hit you five times while you was callin' +White chalk started-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Heart to Heart[Intro: Some NY Cats] +Fuck that shit Raekwon +Do that shit +Fuck them niggas... +Whats up playboy +Nigga, you doing you're thing +Nigga, go ahead +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Yeah, them fake duels +Any real niggas baby make moves +Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo +Damn, them niggas stay frontin +Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness +But ain't sayin nuttin' +[Raekwon] +Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid +She sling cell weight, bust gun material +Fast like splash and rice, stash your wife +Curry chicken and bitches, crime on my right +I'm marvelous extra large +Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game +And now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours +Love is a message from my family +Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be +Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah +Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears +Black down hat with the beak up, unique what +You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up +Toast, the most official niggas on post +Yellin out ""how ya nigga Ghost?"" rich he supposed +Now I'm just talkin this one +Don't make me diss one paw +Its all about enterprising and get rich son +Steal a nigga yo, collect currency yo +Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up +Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay +??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay +Van Damme hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras +The little shit, seeing what you're plan was +Made y'all niggas go platinum +I made y'all niggas flow happen +Lets battle for cash captain +Remember, the cold giant on the set +Lying on your dick, play for real take it care of'ya ex +That's right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni +Faggot niggas dead wrong +Yeah, I'm player hatin, waitin +The culture of this nation +You lay Bay Boy since '88, stop leanin on me +Turnin iceberg money into laundry +Been taught a whole country +This technician bash opponents +Flow is like Ronin, the movie +My gun blew your store up +Allahu Akbar, translating peace to the god +Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card +Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer +My dun power through a hundred grand up +Words from the Martin Luther King version +We burn versus then send 'em out FedEx, fast service +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Yeah, them fake duels +Any real niggas baby make moves +Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo +Damn, them niggas stay frontin +Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness +But ain't sayin nuttin' +Yeah, them fake duels +Any real niggas baby make moves +Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo +Damn, them niggas stay frontin +Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness +But ain't sayin nuttin' +[Verse 2] +The tailor made king of New York +Designer walk, Prince of Wales +Hundred sales, stock broke and hotels +Playa hyply, them niggas dislikin' me +Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin whitey +Here we go again lord, climb aboard +Stevie Wonder award +From here to UK, movin on your broad +Speak through Ninex, go ahead and rhyme next dunn +Runnin up on nine vets, minds rep, we run your projects +All greenery on, see on lights, movin like Deion +The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches +The Blair Witch rich nigga vision, comprehension +Listen, its called slang optimism +Connect dots, niggas is large you can't see us +Y'all select cops, screamin' niggas bars on your drops yo +Damn, what the world became of +A nigga buy a chain and he think he a thug +Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*) +Major niggas call it, y'all niggas is like a bar +I'm the warwick pa, straight up assorted +Yo, just a bark from the tree of life +Niggas ain't eatin right +Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Yeah, them fake duels +Any real niggas baby make moves +Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo +Damn, them niggas stay frontin +Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness +But ain't sayin n- +Yeah, them fake duels +Any real niggas baby make moves +Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo +Damn, them niggas stay frontin +Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness +But ain't sayin nuttin' +Yeah, them fake duels +Any real niggas baby make moves +Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo +Damn, them niggas stay frontin +Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness +But ain't sayin nuttin'... +Ain't sayin nothin" +"We Can’t Tell[Intro: Kanye West] +Everywhere I go I'm a star, I'm a star +Damn, Kanye, is that your car? +Every—Everywhere I go I'm a star, I'm a star +Damn, Kanye, is that your car? +[Hook 1: Kanye West] +Niggas repping the 'Go, but we can't tell +You claim you got hoes, nigga, we can't tell +You claim you got dough, but we can't tell +You bought one pair of 1s at a two-for-one sale +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Politics kept me at the end of the mixtape +So I dropped my own get-well-soon-from-sick tape +The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight +So niggas' money is homo, it's hard to get straight (Uh-huh) +I'm tryna do numbers like Pac did +But it ain't Shakur, it's the brand new Roc kid +Niggas wanna get me like they got BIG +'Cause I moved up out the city and got big +That's the poison that run through their veins +And attacks they soul and just start to tear 'em up +Niggas talk so much shit about me in barbershops +They forget to get they hair cut (""Where you going?"") +Okay, fair enough, the streets is flaring up +'Cause they want gun talk, and I don't go there enough +But don't get it fucked up, you can still get your head bust +I'm making way too much dough to be playing (I ain't playing with y'all niggas) +And this is a classic in the making, history repeats itself +He do the rhymes and the beats hisself +The only-child syndrome, make hits on his own (Uh-huh) +And I'ma look in the mirror if I need some help +[Hook 2: Kanye West] +Y'all bout to blow, man, we can't tell +You claim you got hoes, man, we can't tell +You niggas getting dough, dog, we can't tell +You copped one pair of 1s on a two-for-one sale +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +I cop Ides by the case like Dirty +I made it to the Power 30 a whole hour early +I'ma pull out the shank and bang ya +I'ma cut a nigga up like LL trainer +This is the future of the Chi +This is the legacy of Twista, the Flic', and Do or Die (What up!) +So first of all, who am I? (""The fuck is you?"") +My—My—My name is Kanye and not Kayne, bitch +At home like Cambridge, look at what I came with +No, none of that same shit, that new and improved +Now, I don't know if it's me or how yellow my Roc-A-Fella chain is +But I'm so live/smooth, there's nothing to prove (Ooh-OOH!) +[Hook 3: Kanye West] +You niggas 'bout to blow, man, we can't tell +You claim you got hoes, man, we can't tell +You niggas gettin' dough, dog, we can't tell +You copped one pair of 1s at a two-for-one sale +[Outro: Kanye West] +Ayo, everywhere I go I'm a star, star +Damn, Kanye, is that your car? +Now, everywhere I go I'm a star +Damn, Kanye, is that your car?" +"WuDak Yellow (Freestyle)[Verse 1: U-God] +Who put a Wu nigga on this track? +Guess I'ma slaughter you +When I had to rip this quick bars on deck +Minus the autotune +Blood on my Nikes, fistfight, selling that white +This is for all the goons, bitch +Sit on this dick, swallow and spit +That's what you all to do +Manhattan it with some [?] +[?] Chanel over 5th & Madison +Side line chicks get sent to the Radisson +Spread that cream to my team, then vanishing +Pop them doors and [?] Amsterdam +Louis on the seats handcrafted by Dapper Dan +A new classic bastards +No tricks in '17 'cause the guns are clean +And emigrate over [?] an Island +Fake smiling in your face +Catch cases with thoughts of violence +That marketing fee is just a page in my rap degree +It fit he dog organic now I'm top line pedigree +Move like a centipede for enemies that's tryna put an end to me +It's gonna take another ten times ten to me +Do the math and get back to me +It's U-G-O-D; fucking up the church money +After this track you gon' need plenty racks +Break that bang! ([?] another word homie) +Still smell like overseas, ripped jeans, the smoke right, so high +Off the edible green, while they sipping the lean +All rap lives matter 'cause we living in dream +This source is never depleted +How value some say little conceited +And I put a little salt on it +But however do you want it? However do you need it, need it? +Don't make repeat it - all soldier +Money fold the ex-gunslinger +Got me pissed off with chips on both shoulders +It's just too many clones with a microphone +And it's Wu! A lot of copies up dirty like Zu! +After I'm gone when they be all/yawn like you +And it say uptown hold the burst for me +With the shot at young Cardi BEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Queens Wolf[Verse 1] +At fourteen tried out for the ball team +Junior high, they denied me +I shot bricks that made the backboard scream +Fightin' Italian rival gangs, they was sniffin' glue +I was skippin' school, smokin' green, that was the shit to do +Stole somebody team jacket at practice, slept through my classes +The borough Queens, so it's rep the Q to the casket +Average student, had illusions of the supernatural +Horror movie addict, werewolf fanatic and Dracul' +One night after school and train hoppin' and snatchin' jewels +I dozed at midnight, woke up a little after two +My hands shook violently +My eyes took red +My hair spun in ways +Bread was the only word I said +I heard voices in the nights calling, the Benz engine roaring +Heard that gin and champagne pourin' and niggas ballin' +I put the .22 on my waist +The face in the moon had a mean look +I transformed to the Queens wolf +[Chorus] +You could hear me growlin' through public housin' +No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island +A Queens wolf +Ladies wanna get beside him +If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' +You could hear me growlin' through public housin' +No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island +A Queens wolf +Ladies wanna get beside him +If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' +[Verse 2] +Waking up is a pleasure though last night I can't remember +Cash up on my dresser, where'd it come from? +This is messed up +What kind of fatal drug am I taking? who laced it? +Previous night, memories who erased it? +Wasn't even wasted +I do recall the nightfall, lunar, the stars around it +Then my man called, said what I did, the goons were talkin' 'bout it +Singin' me praises, said I lit the corners up +It sounded like Vietnam screamin' out ""QBietnam"" the loudest +""Homie them dudes is scared you gon' spray 'em, word to Bing +They'll do anything, pay you real good to be on their team"" +So that explain the money and the chains that's on my dresser drawer +That wasn't there a day before, I should press 'em all +But I be on some cool shit, nigga, my QU shit +Audemars watch, burn a peach Swish', new whip +Stoli' vodka, club soda with my new chick +Ah shit, teeth showing, snarling when the moon's lit +[Chorus] +You could hear me growlin' through public housin' +No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island +A Queens wolf +Ladies wanna get beside him +If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' +You could hear me growlin' through public housin' +No telling, might wake up in Queens house or Rikers Island +A Queens wolf +Ladies wanna get beside him +If haters try bussin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Stay in Your Lane[Intro] +Yeah; tired of all this shit, God +Channel you wanna come out? +Niggas betta respect this shit +[Verse 1] +I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin real lame +Same ol' funny cats, radio Cats +Dummy Squads +Get one gold record step in the party hard +Like Tyson with ten body guards +Quiet stormin, we still countin enourmous odds +One enter this shit, in a sence represent +Just the sun drenched the gods up +Kept his law start date March 5th nineteen ninety nine +Mighty Healthy, wealthy for fine +Braveheart, veins, respect mines +Before the war happened we connect to your glass spines +And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines? +Who said you could rock my Wu sings? +The golden eye chastisment +Supreme team shit +Spy versus spy shit +Small crimes comitted +Tryin it wit my shines on +Gimme mines +Suppost to be comin wit proper flows son +Over the hill, headed with thrill on elephants +Till the buffalo guns +The greatest of all times +This time, I'm not go'n say no names +If you not one of the same I suggest you +[Chorum] +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Stay off my stage, stay in your lane +If you ain't from the grain +If you ain't my main man like RZA +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +[Verse 2] +The run-away train double the sting +Me and Edith stay beneath us +Flip like Batman and Bruce Wayne +Don't take my kindness for weakness +36 peak shit +Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged +Don't get mad couse we lived it +As our dog we don't trouble you +Tell your bitch and your friends respect that ""W"" too +Y'all make me sick +Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick +This shit is feather +Stuck in a high, but more callibre job +To rip your best in half +We arm wrestle you till you beg +Pop your legs in the pretzel +The one in the flames and came out the drain +I suggest that you +[Chorus] +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Stay off my stage, stay in your lane +If you ain't from the grain +If you ain't my main man like RZA +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +[Verse 3] +The rain of Spain falls mainly on the plane +Ready to bake this shit +Snake verse crane +Detrail me, hope I fell +I'm hot on your tail people +You can't be the light +I came to Earth first by a meteorite +Frog, analog non descript, I gently empty the clip +Crack the whip, rip you from your lips to your hips +Chip for some men off, you fake dreds +Action bitches about me and my black belt degree in rappin +I make a whole lot of shit happen +The moister peal, oyster vapors +Ember on papers +Still scalpin +Y'all piggy backin snakes +Jiggy rap +Shinin like 'Pac, a whole fuckin album +This time, through the flames of triumph +Through the flames of triumph +I ain't go'n play no games +I ain't go'n play no games but I suggest you +[Chorus] +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Stay off my stage, stay in your lane +If you ain't from the grain +If you ain't my main man like RZA +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Mothafucka stay in your lane +You ain't from the grain +If you ain't my main man like RZA +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Stay in your lane +Stay in your fuckin lane +Niggas +Bang bangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"We Got This [Alternative Lyrics][Verse 1: Big L] +I'm comin through ya'll, with the Glock buckin' +Your whole block duckin' +Every bitch that I'm fuckin' with now is cock suckin' +It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin' +Ya'll niggas is faggots like Rock Hudson +And Boy George +I destroy frauds with one verse +Nigga, we can knuckle up or we can let the guns burst +L is the type to murder your sons first +To get my point across +Since ya'll wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, ya'll might as well join the force +Where I'm from, believe me, snitches get killed +Niggas be hustlin' daily, tryin' to fuck more bitches than Wilt +Takin' pictures in silk, gator'd up +Passport dated up, hair braided up +I fucked your bitch, but I ain't rape the slut, she gave it up +I'm runnin' wit' Cheeks, he runnin wit' me +We runnin' together +We get drunk and blunted together, but don't front +The guns is under the leather +Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel +Steppin' to Corle, you betta be real +Cause none of my niggas be lettin' me chill +My crew be deliverin' hot lead, when gats are clenched +Rappers I jack and lynch +Nobody can fuck with the way I been killin' up shit at rap events +It's like as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell +I'm rugged as hell, brothas can tell +That none of you niggas is fuckin' wit' L +When I'm that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck +I'm so ahead of my time my parent's haven't met yet +[Hook: Mr. Cheeks] +Hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedy +Remember the real niggas from the NY +Me and my men high +Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness +Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this +Hittin' niggas with the remedy +Remember the real niggas from the NY +[Verse 2: Big L] +Yo, where I'm from, dudes get sliced +Cause crews is trife +And you might loose your life for your jewels and ice +I'ma slide to the 'tely and abuse your wife +If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice +I give young fools advice about the rules of heist +When I rock gators, hoes be like ""Them shoes is nice!"" +Dimes I'm willin' to hit, I stay drillin' a chick +They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick +And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome +Cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone +I'll blast the TEC at your dome and leave you restin' alone +Go home and puff a fat bag of ses' 'til I'm gone +You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event +When his album ain't even last long, it came and went +I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him +Niggas don't want it wit' L +They be like ""Anybody but him!"" +[Hook] +[Outro] +We got this shit on lock +You know me, I be up on Big L's block +One-three-to the nine, kid +We be hangin with my niggas +Every day I want the ex-po +Yo, do a show Uptown, Boogie Down +Back to Queens, be the same roEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"The Eyes[Verse 1] +Through the eyes the windows to the soul +Seeing visions of gold +Glory or gory? Still a story is told +Where there's hate for the hero +And the villains are god +'till fate revealed his card +Hes still feelin' it hard +Now i don't believe in magic ,witchcraft or voodoo +Just karma, the things you do come back to you +Third eye wide survive +Try to stay alive +Make a way +Just to say +You lived before you died +Look ahead with faith,not back with regrets +Blessed,safe travels on your path to success +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +You gotta have love for yourself +Before you love something else +The feeling itself +Could be harmful to health +Trust is a luxury +Earned by respect and loyalty +The honor make it to next to royalty +Some stand in the sun their skin begin peeling +Blind to the truth +Battling with inner demons +Poison in the brain +Sure they going insane +Maintain through the joy and the pain +Its like all we know +Bless the children before we go +Love is love, that's at least how the story go +[Production by Bronze Nazareth]" +"Denim Tears*Lyrics From Snippet +[Hook] +[?], it's too sunny (Yeah, uh) +I'm your dad, boy, you my sonny (Uh, yeah, you my son) +Slime that bitch out, ooh, I run it (Slatt) (Yeah) +Slime that bitch out, nose still runny (Slatt) (Yeah) +Fuck from the back, that bitch still cumming (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Do The Same As My Brother Do[Intro: RZA] +Life is what you make it +My darling, my dear +Try to make it +[Verse 1: RZA] +If I could, I would, if I can't, I won’t +Please forgive me if I don't +Should, some should be +I come from the strangest streets +I come from the place where love and danger meets +A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids +Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids +We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run +We would bang on drums made from garbage cans +Even garbageman make more than mom +They make more than teachers, next door the preachers +They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen +Niggas drunk and pissing on the side of the building +Can’t provide for children, someone stop the squealing +Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing +Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming +One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs +My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, ""Son +You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son"" +But what could she tell son? +That money excel, son +Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son +Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son +Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son +A hard head makes a soft tail, son +And my little brother on that same trail, son +[Chorus: RZA] +Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle +And we ignore the ones who truly loves you +As we do foolish things we see the others do +I try to do the same things my big brother do +Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle +And we ignore the ones who truly loves you +As we do foolish things we see the others do +I try to do the same things I saw my brother do +[Verse 2: RZA] +Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop +Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops +We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats +Ses blunts we pas after two tokes +Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat +Coming up from poverty, we were very broke +To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams +Reap the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands +Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling +Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men +Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in +Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the fuck up again +Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen +To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling +Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in +Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling +[Chorus: RZA] +Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle +And we ignore the ones who truly loves you +As we do foolish things we see the others do +I try to do the same things my big brother do +Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle +And we ignore the ones who truly loves you +As we do foolish things we see the others do +I try to do the same things I saw my brother doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle[Verse 1] +I told her to drive over after dude crib +Bring a couple new friends +Them last girls was too thick +How you expect me to hit? +You wanna watch Clueless +I wanna watch Foolish +Excuse me, miss, I don't appreciate your rudeness +But if you strip, I will appreciate your nudeness +I heard the best head come from girls that is toothless +Yeah my game ruthless, yeah my car roofless +Spit that ""Through The Wire"" over Chaka Khan, ruthless +She said she had a friend look like Janet Jackson +That bitch came over lookin' more like Freddie Jackson +Nah, nah, nah, baby, won't be no time for no action +I'm just gon' play this ""Slow Jamz,"" holla at your man +[Verse 2] +Old school like Melle Mel +Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel +Or DC, PG, or ATL +Back in Chi, I mean my life like a magazine +Honey wanna know the details about my ebony +Well that's XXL +Father penthouse, yeah that's upscale +Mademoiselle got a hell of a black tail +I'm feelin' the vibe, her body and soul +I heard you stay in a metropolitan home +Well let's kill all the pollyin', I offer you a Cosmopolitan +Let's jet out the club, get some oxygen +Your friends say I'm a player, you'd be lucky to keep me +You know people gon' be talkin' 'bout us weekly +My car be in a robbery +P-O-R-T but what's more important to me is that +Don't be comin' 'round my girl tryna act like Mr. Friendly +And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley +I spotted her like Spud McKenzie +And for them fake boobies, I paid them Benjis +Get your own +I got Paris, he got Nicky, he tried to get him a clone +He said, ""Ye, you know you got extra hoes +And everything you do is extra cold"" +From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece +I got family in high places like Jesus niece +Can I please say my peace? +If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased +And this one here is a heat rock, spit like a beatbox +The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock +But for that Benz I get CL love +So I switched my girls around like 3L dub +My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend +My freak girl told me now she's a Christian +My white girl wanna move back to Michigan +I'm pullin' girls off the bench like a 6th man +I'm in the club pullin' the same old two step +While Omegas doin' the same old Q step +I had my money on my mind, I was thinkin' green +She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green +I want a good girl, she want a gentleman +We sayin' the same thing like a synonym +I wasn't really spittin' game, I was scrimmagin' +My penmanship is so hard it needs censorship +I'm a Chicagoan 'til Chicago wins +'Til we blow like Chicago wind +I don't know what's better, gettin' laid or gettin' paid +I just know when I'm gettin' one the other's gettin' away +I have to say, we goin' to mass today +We have to pray, these niggas is wack and aye I have to say +Since Pac passed away +Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me +First of all, let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots +And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe +You see the whiskey, had them girls feelin' frisky +You was with me, she said, ""Who's your sensei?"" +And even if they wanna get busy +And freaky like Missy and roll some weed up +You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts +Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch +Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy +Your girl don't like me? How long has she been gay? +Spanish girls ask me, ""No habla ingles"" +And everybody wanna run to me for their sin-glay +It's funny how these wack niggas need my help +Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself +Dawg if I was you I wouldn't feel myself +Dawg if I was you I'd kill myself +That Ethiopian chick drinkin' straight up liquor +I told her I'm Nigerian, that's straight up nigga +She claimed she ain't hear me on ""The Bounce"" with Jigga +She claimed she ain't see me on the basement with Tigga +Them both my niggas, I suppose +I might have been doin' a lil' frontin' for the hoes +When I flip flows, I rip shows +And your girlfriends, can I hit those? +I don't know if it's me, or do them Uggs +Got girl's feets lookin' like sheepskin rugs +Some rhyme with her name, some rhyme nameless +Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous +My apologies, are you into astrology? +Cause umm... I'm tryna make it to your anus +See that's a little Don Juan game +All across your chest like Sean John's name +Niggas tryna figure out since Kan' came +Who the rookie of the year: me or LeBron James? +They said, ""Woah don't get caught up in the hype"" +Ain't no tellin' they gon' love you after tonight +Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models +Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga, live your life +Cause I'm livin' international, nigga, the American dream +All my dawgs is livin' vicariously through me +If I get head from Drene, that's one for the team +Cause 702, that's one for the crew +My dawg Hip-Hop really love Claudette +So if I ever get to smash, this fuck's for you +I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive +Cause like a Brinks truck, they know there's money inside +[Intermission] +I'ma take a little intermission +I'ma let y'all just talk about how good I rap for a minute and I'ma come back +[Verse 3] +So I dropped out of school cause I'm tryna eff the tutor +Her ex man drove a Mercury Cougar +I hit her with this maneuver, he just couldn't recuper' +I'm tryna stab one like Jack The Ripper +I'm tryna stab two like Jack The Tripper +My nigga Tone been locked for a minute +He come home, he from the skreets, he gon' want him some skrippers +And I'm a big tipper, I don't even be trippin' +This my first real Rolex, it don't even be tickin' +This my first pair of earrings I can wear in the shower +Without 'em cloudin' up in a half an hour +So that basically mean my paper gettin' jean +4 Gs in the Rocawear jeans +This top red hot like Anthony Kiedis +You see this? These are the sweetest Adidas +We fire, y'all retire +All ugly people, please be quiet +Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute +He heard ""Just to Get By"" and I was re-hired +I got a track right now that could save Mya +Laughs I do though..." +"God Breathed On This[Verse 1] +I know He got His hands on this +I know we got a chance on this +No, I never planned on this +I might need a band on this +This might get banned off rip +Go say something, 'fore y'all quit +Let me know something, who y'all with? +Don't know nothing, I know this +I know the Father breathed on this +Some won't like, we on this +Some might disagree on this +But I know something, He gon' listen +All y'all problems, He know it +Ain't no problem He don't get +God gonna solve 'em, He gon' fix +Just wait on Him, please don't quit +[Chorus 1] +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +[Verse 2] +More than I can say for you +Before the sons and the daughters +Before the son and the water +More than I can say for you +But the truth still for you +Once I saw what the Lord do +God the Son, all the glory +God the Father like Maury +Don't care what you say, nothing on me +I don't care 'bout the lawyer fees +I don't care about your loyalties +God will solve it all for me +Trust this man, he a failure +Trust and God'll heal ya +Dustin, he a Hoffman +Don't fall what they're offering, uh +Fall far too often, yeah +Call God, but don't call enough +Fall down, but don't fall in love +I know God is all in us +[Chorus 2] +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +I know God breathed on this +They ain't nothing He don't miss +Trust God, He don't miss +Want God he along this +I'ma style, we on this +Love of god, we on it" +"MTV VMAs 2015: Vanguard Acceptance SpeechBro. Bro. Listen to the kids. Jeremy, I need, I gotta put it down for a second. It’s beautiful. Jeremy Scott's design. +First of all, thank you Taylor for being so gracious and giving me this award, this evening thank you. And I can think back to the first day I met you, also. You know. I think about, when I’m in the grocery store with my daughter, and I have a really great conversation about fresh juice and, you know. And at the end they say, ""Oh, you’re not that bad after all."" And like, I think about it sometimes. Like, it crosses my mind a bit like when I go to a baseball game. And um, sixty thousand people boo me. Crosses my mind a little bit. And I think if I had to do it all again what would I have done? +Would I have worn a leather shirt? Would I have drank a half a bottle of Hennessy and gave the rest of it to the audience Y’all know y’all drink that bottle too. If I had a daughter at that time, would I have went on stage and grab the mic from someone else's? You know, this arena tomorrow, it’s gonna be a completely different set up, some concert something like that. This stage will be gone, after that night, the stage is gone, but the effect that it had on people remain. +The, the problem was, the contradiction, the contradiction is, I do fight for artists, but in that fight I somehow, was disrespectful to artists. I-I didn’t know how to say the right thing. The perfect thing. I just, I sat at the Grammy’s and saw Justin Timberlake and Cee-Lo lose. Gnarls Barkley and the Future-Love... ""SexyBack"" album, and bro….Justin I ain’t tryna put you on blast but I saw that man in tears, bro. You know, and I was thinking like, ""He deserve to win Album of the Year."" +And this small box that we are as the entertainers of the evening. How could you explain that? Sometimes I feel like, you know, all this shit they run about beef and that, sometimes I feel like I died for an artist's opinion, for an artist to be able to have an opinion after they were successful. I’m not no politician bro. And look at that, you know how many times MTV ran that footage again, cause it got them more ratings? You know how many times they announced Taylor was gonna give me the award, cause it got them more ratings? Listen to the kids bro! +I still don’t understand award shows, I don’t understand how they get five people who work their entire life, won, sold records, sold concert tickets, to come stand on a carpet and for the first time in they live be judged on a chopping block and have the opportunity to be considered a loser. I don’t understand it bro. I don’t understand when the biggest album or the biggest video, I still don’t understand it, I been conflicted bro, I just wanted people to like me more. But fuck that bro! +Two thousand and fifteen. I will die for the art for what I believe in and the art ain't always gonna be polite. Y’all might be thinking right now, I wonder, did he smoke something before he came up here? The answer is yes, I rolled up a little something, I knocked the edge off. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tonight, I don’t know what's going to happen tomorrow bro. +But all I can say to my artists, my fellow artists, just worry how you feel at the time man, just worry about how you feel and don’t never, you know what I’m saying, I’m confident, I believe in myself. We the millennials bro, this is a new, this is a new mentality. We not gonna control our kids with brands. We’re not gonna teach low self-esteem and hate to our kids, we’re gonna teach our kids that they can be something. We gonna teach our kids that they can stand up for themselves. We gonna teach our kids to believe in themselves. If my grandfather was here right now, he would not let me back down. +I don’t know what I’m finna lose after this. It don’t matter though, it ain’t about me, it’s about ideas. People with new ideas. People who believe in truth. +And yes, as you probably could have guessed by this moment, I have decided in 2020, to run for President." +"Old Days/Ways(Intro) +(Yeah, ay) +(Woah, Yeah) +Its Lil Uzi +(Back on my old ways) +(Back on my old ways) +(Back on my old ways) +(Chorus) +I miss the old days +I miss my old bae +Neck like a snow day +Driving got road rage +Im on the road race +Hit it fast not a slow pace +Cross the street got look both ways +(Verse) +My lil bitch go both ways +My lil bitch go both ways +Everybody they know i'm paid +It ain’t having no slow days +I dont even know this bitch name +Why the fuck is she in my face +(?) on my louie V shades +Ain't no hate even going my wayy +Gotta leave no no I can't stay +I spent like 20 a day +Water a neck like a drain +She dont even know where is stay +Yeah my choppa got a beam +I fell in love with a K +Back to my old waaayys +But i’vе been through a little more pain +(Chorus) +I miss the old days +I miss my old baе +Neck like a snow day +Driving got road rage +Im on the road race +Hit it fast not a slow pace +Cross the street got look both ways +My lil bitch she go both ways +(2nd Verse) +Woooooaaahh i do not play when (?) +Woooooaaahh i do not play when it come to my old +Matter fact you can have her i dont care +Cuz my voice it clear and im still here +I am not here at the motherfucking buttom +Same n**** (?) top tier +I am not here at the motherfucking buttom +I got a Miami crib came with a pier +I am not here at the motherfucking buttom +Cuz me and you n**** no we are not (?) +Evertime i spell that girl fucking buttoms +It looks like a apple dont look like a pear +Plus my bitch dont got on no apple buttoms +Bought a rick owens (?) cost a rackie a pair +Cappin in here n****** backing in here +They ain't (?) +You moving like that then you moving in fear +Dont need nobody i stack in the mirror +(?) +I walk through a puddle cuz i got the +Water that splash in here +Going so fast need no track in here +Track phone, track phone trap in here +Care bout money and cars and fashion in here +My girl dont undertand me im too weird +My money so old they might just grow a beard +So much money that gotta be cleared +(Chorus) +I miss the old days +I miss my old bae +Neck like a snow day +Driving got road rage +Im on the road race +Hit it fast not a slow pace +Cross the street got look both ways +My lil bitch she go both ways1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Poppin’ Tags (Remix)[Hook: Kanye West] +And we gone stay hustling on the block until we caught +And we gone stay showing off that jewelry that we bought +And we gone stay heated in case it's in and out of court +Cause we some gangstas, I don't know what the fuck you thought +[Verse One: Ludacris] +Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days +Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage +And you could look to the left and the right, but I'm trapped on center stage +And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my wage +I still hear a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'em +Jack a nigga for the Dana Danes and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em +Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm hustler, baller, pro +And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes +But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes +With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's +In the two seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of 'dro +Smoking and choking, get 'em up and croaking +It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating +Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high +I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my! +And I can't hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good +I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood +Would, could, and should break a nigga off +They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) +Because the vapors and I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm home +Give me the microphone, and fools is like, ""leave me alone!"" +[Hook] +[Verse Two: Twista] +Throw it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk +If you on what I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat the trunk +All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, great players get pumped +Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get crunk +(Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherfucking purple haze +I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi +Got me up and then ripping shit in a rage +In the netti confetti with a belly, gucci +Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac truck +Want to get me for the wood +Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you some back up +We can get into it and if you want to do it +I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this +If they ever got some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury +My adversaries better not want none of Twis' +Represent for the city, anybody that different with me +Got into thinking its a game +And whether you in my city and I talk shit +I'm going to kill him, especially if he say my name +I've been known to handle my business +Or I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pilla +Murder haters that I'm full of +Niggas claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killas +Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene +When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still drop that 2003 +(Throw it up if you...) +[Hook] - 2X" +"You Don’t Know MeYou give your hand to me and then you say hello +And i can hardly speak my heart is beating so +And anyone can tell you think you know me well +But you don't know me +No you don't know the one who dreams of you at night +And longs to kiss your lips and longs to hold you tight +To you I'm just a friend that's all i've ever been +No you don't know me +For I never knew the art of making love +Though my heart aches with love for you +Afraid and shy I let my chance go by +The chance you might have loved me too +You give your hand to me and then you say good bye +I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy +To never never know the one who loves you so +No you don't know me +(Music Break) +You give your hand to me and then you say good bye +I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy +To never never know the one who loves you so +No you don't know me" +"Da UnExpected Flava[Verse 1] +Yo, I'm the one who made you get on the dance floor +And shake 'til your pants tore, so party people, clap your hands for +The one they call Big L +I'm hot as hell, I'm livin' swell +My name's ringin' bells, can't ya tell? +So grab the Moët and take a sip +I stay lookin' dip, mics I rip +But don't flip, we on the party tip +I get so loose on tracks that I produce +MC's be frontin' mad hard, but got no juice +I'm not the type that strikes out when I pull mics out +Violate L and it's lights out +And if you got no skills on the mic, you oughta dash +'Cause rappers that's sorta trash, the Big L slaughter fast +I'm gettin' high rates in all states +Makin' papes with the crew called Diggin' In The Crates! +I'm a rap crowd amazer, microphone dazer +Big L is the man with the unexpected flava +[Hook] +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Big L is the man with the unexpected flava +[Verse 2] +Now, when I'm on the stage, microphones I lock tight +The Big L rock right when I'm in the spotlight +Yo, I'm a young dapper rapper that dress well +Foes I expel, the ladies wanna sex L +Because my raps are real raw +I'm hard as a steel door, with skills most MC's would kill for +I'm known for grabbin' the mic and then droppin' a raw rhyme +Big L is the greatest of all times +So gimme my props, I want all mines +Battles I refuse to lose +I chose to cruise smooth like the blues +I never hear boos 'cause I amuse +In '93, I'm blowin' up like dynamite +And don't think I can't fight because I'm kinda light +L's a teenage poet that men fear +Chief, to be sincere, you got no wins here +I play MC's like a game of Sega +'Cause I'm poetic, and this is the unexpected flava +[Hook x2] +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Big L is the man with the unexpected flava +[Verse 3] +Now, I'mma kick flav' 'til the microphone's broke +And I'm known to do the wild thing like Tone-Loc +I screw whores, I do tours, I'm smooth like Lou Rawls +I write raps that hurt MC's like blue balls +In all zip codes, the Big L rip shows +You couldn't touch this if you was on your tip-toes +I live in the ghetto, and rap is my route out +Now I'm on wax givin' my crew a shout out +Since I'm paid, I could knock any ho' boots +But L wasn't so cute when I had no loot +Now I'm lookin' slick and my pockets are thick +I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick +Ayyo, my cards I'm playin' well +Picture that; a rapper slayin' L? No way in hell +My rap skills are sharp like a razor +But don't sweat it, this is the unexpected flava +[Hook x2] +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Once again, it's the man with the flava +Big L is the man with the unexpected flava +[Big L givin' shout-outs] +Yeah, I'd like to say what's up to Kid Capri, Silva D +Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito +Lanell from ninety-point-three +My man Buckwild, EZ LP +Can't forget Ron G +And my man Lovebug Starski +Peace... I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Intro (Get Well Soon)[Intro: Marie Antoinette Wright] +Alright, um, before we get started we wanted a get well shoutout to music producer Kanye West, he's doing fine, but he was in a car accident last week, so we just wanna send him our best from over here at 106 & Park and all of y'all, we hope he gets better soon, and keeps doing those hot beats that he does-does-does" +"Party Over Here[Intro] +Haha, yeah +Tony Stark, nigga +I ain't going nowhere (Yeah) +Y'all feel me? +We about to finish this al', dawg (Uh-huh) +Tell 'em, Tone Tone (It's the beginning) +Yo, yo, yo +Yo +[Verse 1] +The old lady said the shooter was 5'6"" +And she don't know how he got away with five of them bricks +Across the street, a group of men held nine sticks +Those is choppers being sprayed, and all of em' missed, uh +Lil' bro got away with it +He promised me four of them joints if I stayed with him, uh +What the fuck y'all think? +I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink? +Nah, I'm a gangster, besides getting paper +I move my pawns, fuck around and get rook +Besides that, any jux session +Deny me for any stones in your skin, you get cooked +Haha, blood spillin' like lava +Face on the hot concrete, no agua +Nasty killer with horror +You wasn't even the main entree, how's that for a starter? +[Chorus] +(Party over here) +I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready +(Party over here) +Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy +(Party over here) +More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip +(Party over here) +Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it +[Verse 2] +Bottle after bottle, Remy dark, Goose, Moscato +Threw the club into gear full throttle +Players on one side, killers on the other +Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded +Sweating through my silk, real life, I might tuck it +Mad hoes, got 'em on the string like a puppet +Party over here, lil' niggas stepped on my kicks without sayin' pardon over here +Two of my goons seen it, followed him over there +Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear +Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere +Pat Riley on his neck, gave up the jewels like, ""Here"" +Nickel-plated bulldogs, 12-inch Rugers and long leathers +To pluck any bird nigga feather +Staten Island, we get ours regardless +Don't forget, we do the pressin', y'all just press charges +[Chorus] +(Party over here) +I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready +(Party over here) +Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy +(Party over here) +More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip +(Party over here) +Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it" +"Illest Killers[Intro: Tech N9ne] +ILL BILL got it where the East Coast invites me +Yo +[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] +Have you ever seen such stamina +Quick get yo camera +Stand with the man with a fan span from Iran to Canada yes +All of you amateurs can't handle a Tech +I am but a vet, scandalous, see how I beat the scandal'll get +If you issue a diss to this dude, everybody gonna miss you +Dearly, hear me, I'm repping mine sincerely +Clearly you don't want no phonk so punks grow weary yearly +You know my blood, sweat, and tears, he fears me +Everready, the religion I'm giving them motherfuckers a 100% of Tecca N9ne +Lyrically, I'm death defying +You're next to mine, you will see I'm electrifying +Better watch yo shit cause I'm sick as a nigga can get +In the South they call me trill +Now I'm rocking with my nigga BILL +Yeah I said nigga cause he rep it real +Don't be afraid of my shade of my dark mist +I bring a brigade, a renegade ready to spark this +Malicious cause this is the darkness in my heart bitch +Never stand in the way of BILL and Tech when they start shit +[Hook: ILL BILL] +The illest killers never stand to smile +Tecca N9na and illest the BILL is always with the illest style +It's ILL BILL, Tech N9ne, they can't stop us +The illest killers never stand to smile +Matter fact after they clap you, they might chill for a while +Tech N9ne, it's ILL BILL, they can't stop us +[Verse 2: ILL BILL] +Running and ducking, they shooting the gun at me +Don't ever think you can front on me +Fuck with me, look at these diamonds +I had to change, stuck a truck on me +Subtly, look at these tamers +They catch and then they wanna fuck with me +Suckle me, but I'm gonna be drowning in beautiful bitches and fuckery +Imagine every hollow tip in the clip is an angel of death with a name on it +They sayin' they know what they sayin' +Somebody who got in the way of the frame of it +The game of it, then pay me +You figure the game, eat the brick or he blamin' it +Double triple, recreated it +Look at this ridicule, look what we made of it +Innovated it, be competitive +Elevated it, reinvented it +Bring the medicine +We ahead of 'em +Just touch, we could fuck up cheddar then +Imagine every hollow tip in the clip is an angel of death with a name on it +They sayin' they know what they sayin' +Somebody who got in the way of the frame of it +Don't be afraid of my shade of my darkness +I bring a brigade, of renegades ready to spark this +Malicious cause this is the darkness in my heart bitch +Never stand in the way of BILL and Tech when they start shit +[Hook: ILL BILL] +The illest killers never stand to smile +Tecca N9na and illest the BILL is always with the illest style +It's ILL BILL, Tech N9ne, they can't stop us +The illest killers never stand to smile +Matter fact after they clap you, they might chill for a while +Tech N9ne, it's ILL BILL, they can't stop usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Kanye West - 47th Grammy: Best Rap Album Acceptance SpeechAnd the Grammy goes to... 'The College Dropout', Kanye West. +Umm, ya'll might as well get the music ready cause this is gonna take a while. Umm, when I had my accident, I found out at that moment nothing in life is promised except death. If you had the opportunity to play this game of life, you need to appreciate every moment. A lot of people don't appreciate their moment until its passed. And then you gotta tell them Al Bundy stories, ""you remember when I..."" but umm. Right now, is my time and my moment, thanks to the fans, thanks to the accident, thanks to God, thanks to Roc-A-Fella, Jay Z, Dame Dash, G, my mother, Rhymefest, everyone that has helped me and I plan to celebrate. I plan to celebrate and scream and pop champaign every chance I get cause I'm at the Grammys baby! I know... I know everybody ask me that question, they want to know, ""what Kanye is getting well louder, he's gonna do something crazy."" Everybody want to know what I would do if I didn't win... I guess we'll never know." +"Stretch[Chorus] +I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do +Stretch +I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through +Product stretch +I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man +Stretch +Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man +[Verse 1] +Yeah, your favorite bad guy's gone, The Joker's dead +So for now 'til forever, you're stuck with the kid +I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer +I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in an office +Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat +We was comfortable with me 'round 'cause I blast my heat +'94, I was trying to catch Mason for bricks raw +Charlie fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy, stretch +The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come +When the straps come out, son, niggas know the outcome +Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus +You hit with a stray, yo, for no fucking reason +You praying for a Benz, it's a blessing you breathing +It's a miracle that God gave me this TEC, now I'm eating +Cop it, chop it, profit, it's all for sale +Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real, yeah +[Chorus] +I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do +Stretch +I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through +Product stretch +I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man +Stretch +Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I'm the dope-man, coke-man, smoke-man, whatever-man +The X-man, TEC-man, you better respect, man +Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme +Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more lean +Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me +Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me, right? It wasn't me +It's not my M.O., see, me, I make it stretch +Get in the way, I put a body on my TEC +Call me crazy, I die for what I stand for +I'll have ammo flying out the Lambo +Like Commando, nah, like Rambo +I keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go +Woopty-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae +It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch +We gon' bag up all night +We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right, yeah +[Chorus] +I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do +Stretch +I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through +Product stretch +I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man +Stretch +Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man +[Verse 3] +Yeah, it's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine +Trying to blow selling blow, I'm who you fuck with, man +I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly +Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try +I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten +Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in +If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome +A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson +Yeah, me falling off is really far fetched +I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch +In come the Franklin's then come the Benji's +Fiends by the crackhouse, dirty and dingy, yeah +[Chorus] +I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, that's what I do +Stretch +I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before I'm through +Product stretch +I got it mastered, man, in the hood I'm like plastic, man +Stretch +Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Zoo[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +Look +Rockwilder on the beat +1-7 in your face (1-7, nigga) +Mack Maine, you my nigga (You already!) +Cash Money, what's up? (What's up?) +Check me out +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +Young Money, motherfucker—where the cash at? (Ugh) +I put numbers on your head like a class hat (Hoo!) +See, I done been through everything like a lab rat (Chyeah) +Can you swim? 'Cause you sleepin' where the crabs at +I stand before you bitch niggas with the fif' cocked... +Damn! You can hear a pin drop (Ha!) +Bulletproof vests cannot defend tops (Yeah, yeah) +Wanna walk in my shoes, you need ten socks (Chyeah) +But these niggas is actors like Rick Fox (Rick Fox?) +Stick to the script or fuck around and get written out +We in this motherfucker throwing up the set (1-7!) +G4 boys, throw 'em off the jet (Ha!) +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +And me 'n' Mack is just two niggas from the same hood (Chyeah) +Fell from the same tree (Yup!), cut from the same wool (Yup!) +See, I'm the young lion (Lion), and he the young bull (What?) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo (Yeah) +Me and Mack is just two niggas from the same hood (Same hood) +Fell from the same tree (Same tree) +Cut from the same wool (Chyeah!) +See, I'm the young lion, and he the young bull (What?) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo +[Verse 2: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne] +Warning: Mack on the dollar hunt (Maaack!) +I'm feelin' real slick, bitch, I got my collars up (Up) +Spread the word, boy, I keep the kush bottled up (Up) +.40 cal, pal, you can get hollowed up (Doot-doot!) +If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie +Then that's cheap chatter (Ha!) +I'm pissin' on the game, feel like I got a weak bladder (Yeah) +And y'all fallin off, y'all climbin' up a weak ladder (You dying) +And I'm too high to try to reach you son +I rock shows every day with Miss Cita's son (Ya know!) +Then I'm uptown, baby like I'm Peter Gunz, ha (Uptown!) +Or Lord Tariq; to the Lord, I speak +I got game, I got a veggie tryin' to eat my meat, naww +[Hook: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne] +Me and Tune is two niggas from the same hood (Yeah) +Fell from the same tree (Yeah), cut from the same wool (Yeah) +He a young lion (Yup), and I'm a young bull (Yup) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo (Got 'em) +Me and Tune is two niggas from the same hood +Fell from the same tree (Ya know!), cut from the same wool (Yeah) +He a young lion (Huh?), and I'm a young bull (Boy!) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +Now, bring it back to Hollygrove, yeah, Hollygrove (Hollygrove!) +Harrell Park, had work by the slidin' boards +Harrell Park, you get murked by the slidin' boards (Boom!) +17th Ward, animals and dinosaurs (17th, yeah!) +Tyrannosaurus Rex: test me +It's M.O.B. 'til the mortician dress me +And that's deep (Hah), you run up on Eagle Street (Oh) +Belfast and Monroe, be right at your front door +Knock-knock, hello, there goes several fellows +With clips to the elbows, hell rose (Chyeah) +And tell them niggas we was hustlin' 'til hell froze (Yeah) +Hollygrove ain't no motherfuckin' Melrose (Bitch!) +Hollywood ain't no motherfuckin' Hollygrove +They could find your ass Monday in your Friday clothes (Hey) +Or they could find your Pop dead on Father's Day +Hollygrove, U.S.A., where Maine and Carter stay (Okay) +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +And me and Carter just two niggas from the same hood (Geah) +Fell from the same tree (G-Geah), cut from the same wool (G-Geah) +He just a young lion (Yeah), and I'm a young bull (G-Geah) +Welcome to the zoo, nigga, welcome to the zoo +And me and Maine is just two niggas from the same hood (Chyeah) +Fell from the same tree (Chyeah), cut from the same wool (Wool) +See I'm the young lion (Lion), and he the young bull (Huh?) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"The Way We Ball (Rmx)Heyyy, Gayyyyyyyy +This ain't the regular version +You know what (This is the remix y'all) +Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas +Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge +Austin, Corporate Christian (This is the way we ball) +(Chorus - 2x) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(Why did you bring that fantasy baksetball) +And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades +We Third Coast born but we all sections paid +(why dud you bring that fantasy baksetball) +(Lil' Flip) +Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Heyy +But this time around, H.S.E. got green bayy +Now we got gay , cause we keep making hayy +My pockets like Oprah, they getting so gay (gay) +Cause I can do that, you know we been balling +We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling +My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash +I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash +I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags +With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint +When she touch my car, and if she +Give head, she can't puff my 'gar +But now a nigel grown, so I need grown money +I don't wanna split poop, cause I need my own money +Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain +And since I'm in a big body nigel get out my lane +(Lil Flip) +Yo, lil ron, I got one question to ask. Why did you bring your brand +New shiny fantasy baksetball? +(Lil Ron) +I got it for christmas. You don't even have a fantasy baksetball +(Lil Flip) +Yeah I do, you idiot. I have a Yahoo fantasy baksetball +(Lil' Ron) +I like this grape now, everyday we ball out +This purple stuff all day, until we all out +We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's +And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon +I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner +Better remember, chain froze up like it's December +Get your mind right, we playas of the decade +We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades +(Young Redd) +Me g, I'm riding blades wher'ver I go +We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow +And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays +This is, grinding and getting paid +And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top +Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart +This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all +This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all +(Lil Flip) +Heyy redd, are you related to michael redd? He told me he +Doesn't even know how to scrimmage +(Redd) +I'm going to bounce Flip, I need to go to Sports Authority. Theres +A sale on fantasy baksetballs +(Chorus - 2x) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp +And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd +Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink +I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink +So how you love that, or do you really hate it +Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes +I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back +I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat +I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk +We been having paper, you can ask my Hump Hump +And if you ever come to my town just holla +Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas +(Chorus - 2x) +(Lil Flip) +Aight, I was shopping for ESPN fantasy yoohoo baksetballs, and I +Wanted two pears at Footlocker. I need two pears, give me two +Pears... +Tom Arnold: LET'S PLAY THE GAME!! +Lil Flip: Aight, TA lets ball +Hey LeBron, where do you take more shots, on the court, or at the liquor store? loser +Hey LeBron, it's ironic that you threw a pass between your legs because thats the only thing you have between your legs +Hey Lebron, whats worse, your term paper or that autobiography by tom arnold in your dorm? +Hey LeBron, whats higher, your vertical leap or your coach on gameday? +Hey LeBron, fantastic scholastic lebron james tour? more like, you suck you faggot tour +Hey LeBron, Daryl Strawberry was at the game to watch his son. He wants to know where you get such good weed +Hey LeBron, whats with the white patches on your arms? Nicorette doesn't help you quit heroin you idiot +Lil Flip: Lassssssssssst one +Hey LeBron, the WNBA called, YOU SUCK!! +(Chorus 2x)" +"Whips And Kicks[Intro: Raekwon] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga +That's all yall niggas talk about all fucking day man +The whips man, fucking cars and all that shit +Fucking vehicles and shit man +We been swingin' and all these niggas need to cut it out man +Cause ya'll niggas is babies man +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Remember the Four Runners, Corsicas, back with the gold cunnions +Maxima yep, stances, Audis with sick vances +Datsuns, Corollas, all of the oldies yo +Riding through the city, Jettas and Volvos +Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial +Alpha Romeos, yeah the Wranglers and Lexus' +Pintos, Geos, Suzukis was the truth yo +Making them up town trips, cops'll shoot you though +Benzs, five-sixties, Galants and the fly Rivies +Riveras look grisly huh +You know we come through, something mean under the sun roof +I blow a blunt, poof, shorty singing I'm Koof +Yeah the Sterling, the Grand Ams +The Lincoln with the crab amps +Made me mad, in the Blazer we all cramped +Six deep, four bags of cheeba, a crisp beat +All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep +[Verse 2: AZ] +Eighty-four mopeds, blue and white Pro-Keds +Just started puff'n, got instructions from an old head +Co-ved, wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads +Back in the bush, Church Ave on the juxs +Shell toes, black and white, no laces in 'em +Pat U-edition had his whole face in 'em +Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit +Kareem Laker colors, low cut suede tip +Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick +Two-toned colors, put the taps on the rubber +Puma rockin' nigga, fuck a womber I was bigger +See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her +None hipper, copped kicks with the zippers +The Filas arrived, it was Levis and high +In V Tracks I was simply the mack +Everything I snatched had to match with the hat +Reebok rocker, whole crew couldn't knock us +Fuck who, only thing to do was just Glock us +Valley Competitions and the Jordans hit stores +I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours +Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind +Haters everywhere, nigga still gotta shine +Guccis all kinds, switch 'em up for the weather +Louis' in lime, Only do it for the pleasure +Come fresher, from the tech on the dresser +Fifth in the waist, still crys'd and I'm laced +[Outro: AZ] +Niggas, And I do it for real you dig +You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tims when necessary +Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum +Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Guccis +Three quarters, you bum ass niggas" +"Gossip Folks (Mousse T’s Original Alternative)(People) +Yo, yo yo move out of the way +We got Missy Elliott coming through +Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight +Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day +Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina +I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey +I can't stand the bitch no way +(Missy Elliott) +When I walk up in the place +I ain't gotta even speak +I'm a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me +How you studying these hoes +Need to talk what you know +And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours +I know ya'll poor ya'll broke +Ya'll job just hanging up clothes +Step to me get burnt like toast +Motherfuckers adios amigos +Halves halves wholes wholes +I don't brag I mostly boast +From the VA to the LA coast +Izzy kizzy izzy oh +[Chorus] +Millze gillzers sillzsomebillzody pillzays dizzuble dizzutch +Whozzo? +My gizzirl! +Brillzing her izzin! +Izzo kizzay +Izzall rizzight +Izzo kizzay +Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wellzee willzill zillsee +Did you know +About the Gossip Folk +That did the oakey-doak +And Missy had to smoke +Them cos she's dope... +Super dope... +And she is fly... +So super fly... +(Missy Elliott) +When I pull up in my whip +Bitches wanna talk shit +I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling +In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? +I'm gripping these curbs +Skurr, did ya heard +I love em, my feathers, my furs +I fly like a bird +Chicken heads on the prowl +Who you trying fuck now +Naw you ain't getting loud +Better calm down for I smack your ass down +I need my drum bass high +Has to be my snare strings horns and +I need my Tim sound +Right, left +Izzy kizzy looky here +[Chorus] +(Missy Elliott) +I don't go out my house shorty +You just waiting to see +Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week +Just wanna see who I am fucking boy +Sniffing some coke +I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio +(Ludacris) +Yeah, uh huh, okay +Once upon a time in College Park +Where they live life fast and they scared of dark +There was a little nigga by the name of Cris +Nobody paid him any mind +No one gave a shit +Knowing he could rap +No one lifted a hands +So he went about his business and devised a plan +Made a CD and then he hit the block +50 thousand sold +Seven dollars a pop +Hold the phone +Three years later +Steeped out the swamp +With ten and a half gators +All around the world on the microphone +Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne +Still riding chrome +Got bitches in the kitchen +Never home alone +And he's on the grind +Please let me know if he's on your mind +And respect you'll give me +Ludacris I live loud like Timmy +Uh, had to clear these rumors +I got a headache and it's not a tumor +Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight +Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight +Hard to the core +Core to the right +Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton +[Chorus] +(People) +Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real +I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson (no) +You know what we should do +We should go get her album when it comes out +There she go, there she go, there she +Hiiiii Misssy +(Missy Elliott) +Hi Missy? +What's up fools? +You think I ain't knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli +Jay Jay fan wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? +Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off +You soggy breasts, cow stomachs +Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too +You just mad cos Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party +Yo by the way, go get my album +Damn!" +"College Dorm Sweetheart (30 Hours Demo)[Chorus] +College dorm sweetheart, sweetheart we are, we are, we are +We are, we are, we are +College dorm sweetheart, sweetheart we are, we are, we are +We are, we are, we are +[Verse 1] +This ain't nothin' but the truth +Flattery sold separately, most definitely [?] ever be +The ever put in to a good end +What you get out, some would put in +But it was my bright idea though +Open-relationship, I was [?] on some crazy shit +'Cause I was under somethin' on some lazy shit +Doin' beats for Nas on some Yeezy shit +[Chorus] +College dorm sweetheart, sweetheart we are, we are, we are +We are, we are, we are +College dorm sweetheart, sweetheart we are, we are, we are +We are, we are, we are +[Verse 2] +Poets wrote the Bible +In God we trust, an idol +So it's [?] the [?] +No it's, on the [?], no it's us +And I know we all have our ways +In the temple, I was wrinkly as a Shar-Pei +[?] please get a [?] +Gotta write this shit in bold, please pass the Sharpie +How can someone already know [?] +You ain't runnin' shit, you hater +Said the [?] was up when I'll see ya later +[?], I am the dictator, you are the dick-taster +[?] the distaste" +"Black Widow Pt. 2[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's... +Yeah, check this shit out +Know what I'm sayin'? This is dedicated to all my hoes +Know what I'm sayin'? +All my babies' mothers, know what I'm sayin'? +All my bitches, know what I'm sayin'? Let me tell a motherfucker something +Ya'll motherfuckers want this money, bitch? +You better earn this motherfuckin' money +[Pre-verse] +Bitch, let me show you somethin' +My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' +Bitch, let me show you somethin' +My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' +Bitch, let me show you somethin' +My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' +Aaah! +[Verse 1] +Walkin' down the street, dark, dark night +Saw a pretty girl, bitch caught my sight +Bitch, so fine—fine as can be +Bitch, you know you belong to me +Drove over, said, ""How you be?"" +Bitch, you know my name Dirt Dog, dirt MC +""Dirt Dog—I know what you about."" +""Bitch, get the fuck in the car!"" Drove her to my house +Aaaah, to my house +Open the door, take off your clothes +Throw her on the floor, took off my clothes +Showed her my dick, ""Bitch, dis somethin' that you'll never forget."" +On the first pump she started to scream +On the second pump she thought she had a bad dream +On the third pump she started to cry +""Dirt Dog, I don't wanna die!"" +""Just, shut the fuck up!"" +Pussy ain't nothin' but the skin of ya bone +You can fuck it, you can suck, you can leave it alone +25 cents is the regular price +50 cent, you can fuck it twice +75 cent, you can fuck it to the bone +And a dollar' worth—leave it alone! +[Skit: RZA + Raekwon + woman] +[Produced by RZA]" +"ClassicAha, yeah, I know it's only one me* +Many of try +If I want to be the queen of the street +I'm just me, yeah +Classic, got that classic +I only forgot to try +... pen +And write the only thought of mine +... just trying to figure it out +It's so easy +Classic, I'm so nut to average +Hook for... from the... +Top gun not one that I'm see... I +GGA only them see GI +Cropped in photoshop, they're not in my telephone +Who want to challenge, I'm on the way to,.. +I'm not breath ain't,.. +Flow low stop like,.. +I'm actually, how should I put it +Let it... it +It'a a village, a a... or,.. +No tell... causious so tell,.. +Since I took some time apart +When the last time you asked why +They got me flow it in, pussy... all in it +Follow in the,.. survive... +... dirty heavy, pump it that classic +[Chorus:] +Classic, classic +Open that classic +Classic, all day classic +I'm dig it, classic +My dues told to... +Shut, shut them down +No flow... +Might blow the... +... heavy one they hope they pass it +This way just might have to... +... trying to be nice... this time to... +So classic, even my car it's historic +Classic,.. the rap who's... +I leave one drink.... +Launched like... +Bring the game flying over sea too worried +... +Me and my... show up... +Telling them suck up their asses +About that bombastic, is digging in, in, pomp in that classic +[Chorus:] +Classic, open that classic +Dig it that classic +I'm dig it +Classic" +"Doo Wop (That Thing)[Intro] +Yo, remember back on the Bully +When cats used to harmonize like +Yo, yo, my men and my women +Don't forget about the deen +Sirat al-Mustaqeem +Yo, it's about a thing, uh, yo, yo +If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air +And lick two shots in the atmosphere! +(Put them up, put them up) +(Put them up, put them up) +(Put them up, put them up) +[Verse 1] +It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend +The one you let hit it and never called you again +'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? +You act like you ain't hear him then give him a little trim +To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend +Like you wasn't down and you called him again? +Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him +If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again +Talking out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian +A Muslim, sleeping with the jinn +Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in +Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin? +Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend +Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again +You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine +Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem +Baby girl, respect is just a minimum +Niggas fucked up and you still defending 'em +Now, Lauryn is only human +Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament +Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn +It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in +Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans +Fake nails done by Koreans +Come again +(A win win, come again +A win win, come again) +[Hook] +Guys you know you'd better watch out +Some girls, some girls are only about +That thing, that thing, that thing +That thing, that thing, that thing +[Verse 2] +The second verse is dedicated to the men +More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women +Him and his men come in the club like hooligans +Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang (like you got yen!) +Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men +Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement +The pretty face men claiming that they did a bid men +Need to take care of they three or four kids +And they face a court case when the child support late +Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men +The sneaky, silent men +The punk, domestic violence men +Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men +How you gonna win when you ain't right within? +How you gonna win when you ain't right within? +How you gonna win when you ain't right within? +Come again, come again +Come again, come again +[Bridge] +Watch out, watch out +Look out, look out +Watch out, watch out +Look out, look out +Watch out, watch out +Look out, look out +Watch out, watch out +Look out, look out +[Hook] +Girls, you know you'd better watch out +Some guys, some guys are only about +That thing, that thing, that thing +That thing, that thing, that thing +Guys, you know you'd better watch out +'Cause girls, some girls are only about +That thing, that thing, that thing +That thing, that thing, that thing +[Skit/Outro] +Class! +Hey, we’ve got some very intelligent women here, man +Do you think you’re too young to really love somebody? +(No! No, no, I don’t think so) +I say it for me, uh, I’m an adult I say, wait +“You’re too young to be in love, this is silly +You’re infatuated or whatever, you got nice jeans +You wear fancy Adidas” +I mean, it might be something I don’t know +(It's the difference from loving somebody and being in love with somebody) +Well, you tell me. What’s the difference? +(Okay, You can love anybody but when you’re in love with somebody you’re looking at it like this: You’re taking that person for what he or she is no matter what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do) +(You’re crazy! You fall in love, you can fall out of love) +(You might stop being in love but you are not gonna stop loving that person) +(Maybe they ain’t never been loved before or been in love before, they don’t know what the feeling is to be loved) +(She poetic) +She killed it, we could end that conversation with that, right?" +"U know I ain’t scared[Intro] +Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared) +Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared) +Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared) +Boy, you know me well +You know I ain't scared, fuck that pussy nigga +Bust that nigga head, yeah, yeah +[Hook] +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +[Verse 1] +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Catch me in the back just like some pads +With 2 Glocks with extended clips, look like a pair of legs +Talk about it, bitch, I'm tryna catch a head, look +I'm off my top, I'm out my skin, I'm finna shed +Got 50 in this clip, you and your niggas, y'all can share it +Your bitch gon' let me rip, gon' let me tear +Plus she gave me head +She love to pull my hair, she hurt my head +She asked me for some shoes, I brought her gas +She asked me what's my name, I i told her Greg +She say [?], I told her yeah +Oh, that's the reason why my dude scared +That nigga the sickest, that nigga [?] with the [?] +Cut up bustin', cut a nigga leg +Leave a nigga sleep like fuck a bed +Wet his body up and touch his head +You know I'm [?], lookin' like a cat +Her old man funny, call that nigga Ted +[Hook] +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared +You know I ain't scared, you know I ain't pussy +You know Boosie, he 'bout bustin' nigga's heads +I'm with the [?] +You know how I play it, do a nigga bad +Fuck that pussy nigga, man, that pussy nigga dead +(who you talkin' bout) +Everybody 'round me they ready, they on go-mode +Rip your block, have your arm hangin' like a yoyo +It rain blood showers from my block to yours +Buckin' in that ride'll get you chopped and murked +Rip you with this chopper like Boosie been rippin' verses +Fried you and yo' boy, a 2-piece at the Church's +You know I ain't scared, I ain't never been a pussy +Half a million on your head, have everybody lookin' +Boosie got everybody lookin', Boosie got everybody lookin' +Put some bread on your head, have everybody lookin' +Send my nigga round the corner, he think everybody pussy +He ain't scared, bust your head, man, with everybody lookin' +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scaredEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Go In Go Off[Spoken Intro] +I mean what yall want me to do? +Yall want me to go off? Or do yall want me to go in? +[Verse] +Blackjack +I got a Ace and a 9 +And I'm still like hit me +She don't write her rhymes, he fed her lines like Britney +I don't need a shooter, I'm the shooter +Come get me +Got a 9mm resting on my right kidney +This for everybody that was claiming that they miss me +My footwear crispy, flyer than a frisbee +Keep a Papermate and some college-rule with me +But can still come off the head, like a 59-fifty +Get that heroin from Houston, so I call it Whitney +It makes the fiends scream, so I call the fiends Sidney +Shoot at cha' crib, and I don't mean where ya live see +I mean the crib where ya motherfucking kids sleep +You a square like that ugly ass Benz jeep +I'm more hood than the Ku Klux Klan sheet +I'ma sit on the throne, since hoes can't stand me +Ain't leaving till they call to outs me 7 Grammy's +Can't nobody tell me, I don't does this +I need some Hammer pants, cuz can't no bitch touch this +Caught yall red handed, all yall bitches is busted +My flow sick, nauseous ,disgusting +My mic sounds nice, I just had to dust it +The rap game twisted, I'm here to adjust it +I know yall flustered ,Yall panties is bunching +Yall know Remy wrap hoes for breakfast, dinner, lunch +But, if yall play nice with me in the sandbox +I'll let yall pussies breathe +No need for Tampons +But if you wanna bleed ma welcome to JamRock +I just did six years, bitch I'm nice with a can top +All yall hoes coochi none of yall won't pop +Why yall was in Gucci, she was in gun shops +Get accidentally shot, she keep her gun cocked +She got so many sons bitch she need sunblock +Sunglasses, and UV protection +She come so hard, they should call it erection +Yeah, that girl dope this a lethal injection +She fucking with the kids they all getting molested +They say Rem is the best +These other bitches is cool +But, Rem ain't eat em up these other bitches is food +Just speak your price, she'll easily finish her +Shes so nice, she spit like Chris and em' +Chris ""KRS-One"", Christopher ""Big Pun"" +Yes, Sheezus Christ, she'll just christen em +Bitches so thirsty, need for me to quenching em +They all washed up, so really she just rinsing em +Out in Beverly Hills, She be Fresh Prince'n em +Hoes don't exist to her, She don't even mention em +Bitches can't play with her, they coach is straight benching em +Tell them hoes hang it up, The girl is straight lynching em +They say I'm Project pretty, ghetto, high, siddity +And every hood chick wannabe like Remy +They say I walk and I talk like New York City +Ok, motherfucker so what's really? +These bitches ain't doing nothing, I gets busy +Cheap deck a ho can get smacked silly +But on the contrary , I packs the mack Milli +And believe when my gun pop, it's gone be a head shot +They locked me up, yeah they gave Rem a pen +But they fucked up when they gave Rem a pen +No studio, so I was holding them +But as soon as I got out +I started going fucking in bitch! +[Spoken Outro] +Yo, hand me my motherfucking Pelle Jacket +I'm off this" +"Through the Wire (Still Standing)[Intro] +Yo, Gee, they can't stop me from rapping, can they? +Can they, Hop? +[Hook] +Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall +(I spit it through the wire, man) +For a chance to be with you +I'd gladly risk it all +(There's too much stuff on my heart right now, man) +Through the fire (I'd gladly risk it all right now) +Through whatever, come what may (It's a life-or-death situation, man) +For a chance at loving you (Y'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, man) +I'd take it all the way +(It's your boy Kanye to the... Chi-town, what's goin' on?) +Right down to the wire +Even through the fire +[Verse 1] +I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert +Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp +That right there could drive a sane man berserk +Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wi-zerk +How do you console my mom or give her light support +Telling her her son's on life support? +And just imagine how my girl feel +On the plane, scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till +She was with me before the deal, she'd been trying to be mine +She a Delta, so she'd been throwing that Dynasty sign +No use in me tryin' to be lyin', I been tryin' to be signed +Tryin' to be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines +In the same hospital where B.I.G. and 2Pac died +The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man +Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band +I swear this right here, history in the making, man +[Hook] +Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall (I really apologize for everything right now if it's unclear at all, man) +For a chance to be with you (They got my mouth wired shut for like I dunno) +I'd gladly risk it all (The doctor said like six weeks, y'know he had, I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw) +Through the fire +Through whatever, come what may +(I looked in the mirror) +For a chance at loving you +(And half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, man, I couldn't believe it) +I'd take it all the way (But I'm still here for y'all right now, man) +Right down to the wire (This what I got to say right here, dawg) +Even through the fire (Yeah, turn me up, yeah) +[Verse 2] +What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal +On the hottest rap label around? +But he wasn't talking about coke and birds +It was more like spoken word +Except he's really putting it down? +And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory +And what we need to do in the game +Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time +In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed +If you could feel how my face felt +You would know how Mase felt +Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt +I swear to God, Driver 2 wants to sue +I got a lawyer for the case to keep what's in my safe safe +My dawgs couldn't tell if I... +I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky +All they heard was I was in an accident like GEICO +They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael +I must got a angel, ‘cause look how death missed his ass +Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass? +Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past +Toys ""R"" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash +And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid +Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did +But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph +Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire +[Hook] +Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall (Y'know what I'm saying?) +For a chance to be with you (When the doctor told me I had, um, that I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin, I said) +I'd gladly risk it all (""Dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?"") +Through the fire (""It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on!"") +Through whatever, come what may +For a chance at loving you (She can't be serious, man) +I'd take it all the way +Right down to the wire +Even through the fire +[Outro: Elton John] +I'm still standing better than I ever did +Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid +I'm still standing after all this time +Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind +I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah +I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah" +"Through the Wire (Dead Presidents Blend)(In background) +Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall +For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all +Through the fire, through whatever come my way +For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... +Right down to the wire, even through the fire +Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they? +Can that huh? +I spit it through the wire man +To much stuff on my heart right now man +I'll gladly risk it all right now +It's a life or death situation man +Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man +It's your boy Kayne titter.... +Chi-Town what's going on man +(Verse 1) +I drink a boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dizzert +Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp +That right there could drive a sane man bizerk +Not to worry the Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back wizzork +How do you console my mom or give her light support +When you telling her your son's on life support +And just imagine how my girl feel +On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till +She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine +She a Delta so she been throwing them dynasty signs +I'm use to trying to reline +I been trying to be sign +Trying to be a millionaire +How I use two lifelines +In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died +The doctor said I had blood clots +But I ain't Jamaican man +Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band +I swear this right here is history in the making man +(In background) +Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall +For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all +Through the fire, through whatever come my way +For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... +Right down to the wire, even through the fire +I really apologize how I sound right now man +This ain't fair at all man +They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks +You know we had reconstru.... +I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw +Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth +I couldn't believe it +But I'm still here for y'all right now yo +This is what I gotta say yo +Yeah, turn me up yeah +(Verse 2) +What if somebody from the Chi-town was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around +But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word +Except he really putting it down +And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory +And what we need to do in the game +Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time +In the blink of an eye his whole life changed +If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt +Thank God I ain't to cool for the safe belt +I swear to God driver two on the sue +I got lawyer for the case to keep my safe book safe +My dawgs couldn't tell if I +I look like Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky +It was televised +There's been an accident like GEICO +They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael +I must gotta angel +Cause look how death missed his ass +Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass +Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past +Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash +And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown ass kid +Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did +But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph +Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire +(In background) +Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall +For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all +Through the fire, through whatever come my way +For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... +Right down to the wire, even through the fire +Know what I'm saying +When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin' to have a plate on my chin +I said dawg didn't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now +It's bad I got all this jewelry on +Can't be serious man" +"Boring Shit[Intro] +I can be anything +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book (Uh) +I can be anything +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book (Uh) +[Verse 1] +Nowadays these niggas got tellin' ways +She liked me when I was broke, now I am hella paid +Gettin' more money than that nigga that's sellin' weight +I can not hear y'all, loud radio, heavy bass +I get dough, pastries like I'm sellin' cake +Smoke gas 'til I levitate +You ain't never smoke that Jet Fuel (Yeah) +I got that from Uncle Snoop, yeah +I kept that shit 175, yeah, like seven quarters (What?) +I fuck so much that I probably got like seven daughters +Boy, you move too quick just like a rabbit +Run the game like tortoise +Fuck her to the morning +I think I'm immortal +I think I'm an alien that got sent straight down from a portal (Yeah) +Touch it from the back +And I swear that I won't record you (Yeah, yeah) +Baby, I'm not normal +Baby, I'm not normal (No way) +They don't like us because we not normal (No way) +We can do anything and I won't bore you +It don't matter to you but you know I can afford you +You rub on that amethyst, you know I can't ignore you +Watchin' Steven Universe, that's one hell of a story +You got guts, no glory, yeah (Oh) +You got guts, no glory +You got guts, no glory +[Bridge] +Whoa +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book +[Verse 2] +I could build your confidence as you build mine +You like me, I will love you always until the end of time +It seems like that I'm always on that thin line (What?) +Like 808s & Heartbreak, Kanye with a little hentai +Samurai Jack on a journey, on my lonely, always rockin' Vetements +They asked me can I rap, man, can I? +But I chose to be a sharp shooter like Chris Benoit +Drivin' in that Lamb', I remember when my mom took me to PennDOT +Fucked a girl from Sweden then I sent her ass to Denmark +Fucked a girl from LA and I left her ass right there +Of course you rock with me 'cause I just came out this year (Yeah) +But I'ma see if you really fuck with me if you listening next year (Yeah) +Countin' all my bands up +Go ahead, throw your hands up +Throw your— (Yeah), yeah +Go ahead throw your hands up +Mad because their— +Mad because their only chance up +[Outro] +Oh yeah, it's in a book, yeah +(Yeah, your only chance up) +Yeah +(And I really did it) +Know I really did it +(Yeah, I really did it) +Take a look here, it's in a book +The B-I-B-L-E25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Heartless[Chorus] +In the night, I hear 'em talk +The coldest story ever told +Somewhere far along this road +He lost his soul to a woman so heartless +How could you be so heartless? +Oh, how could you be so heartless? +[Verse 1] +How could you be so +Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo? +Just remember that you talkin' to me though +You need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo +I mean, after all the things that we been through +I mean, after all the things we got into +Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me +Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me +And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me +So you walk around like you don't know me +You got a new friend, well, I got homies +But in the end, it's still so lonely +[Chorus] +In the night, I hear 'em talk +The coldest story ever told +Somewhere far along this road +He lost his soul to a woman so heartless +How could you be so heartless? +Oh, how could you be so heartless? +[Verse 2] +How could you be so Dr. Evil? +You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know +I decided we wasn't gon' speak so +Why we up 3 AM on the phone? +Why do she be so mad at me fo'? +Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold +I won't stop, won't mess my groove up +‘Cause I already know how this thing go +You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me +They say that they don't see what you see in me +You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see +You'll never find nobody better than me +[Chorus] +In the night, I hear 'em talk (Me) +The coldest story ever told +Somewhere far along this road +He lost his soul to a woman so heartless +How could you be so heartless? +Oh, how could you be so heartless? +[Bridge] +Talk and talk and talk and talk +Baby, let's just knock it off +They don't know what we been through +They don't know 'bout me and you +So I got somethin' new to see +And you just gon' keep hatin' me +And we just gon' be enemies +I know you can't believe +I could just leave it wrong +And you can't make it right +I'm gon' take off tonight into the night +[Chorus] +In the night, I hear 'em talk +The coldest story ever told +Somewhere far along this road +He lost his soul to a woman so heartless +How could you be so heartless? (How, how?) +Oh, how could you be so heartless? +[Outro] +On and on and on and on +And on and, and on and on and on" +"Can’t Forget About You[Produced by Will.I.Am] +[Verse 1: Nas] +There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back +Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps +Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one +Brag, to your grandkids on how life is golden +So I'mma light a cigar in the corridor of the crib +Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did +All the money and fame, 8 by 10's +Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame +Colliding with big names that could've made your career stop +All that, and your man is still here and I'm still hot +Wow, I need a moment y'all +See I almost felt a tear drop +[Bridge: Nas] +When was the last time you heard a real anthem +Nas, the millionaire, the mansion +When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme +Never on schedule, but always on time +[Chorus: Chrisette Michele] +These streets hold my deepest days +This hood taught me golden ways +Made me, truly this is what made me +Break me, not a thing's gonna break me +These streets hold my deepest days +This hood taught me golden ways +Made me, truly this is what made me +Break me, not a thing's gonna break me +Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block +I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot +I'm that kid by the number spot +That's my past that made me hot +Here's my life long anthem +Can't forget about you +(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) +[Verse 2: Nas] +Can't forget about the old school, Bam, Caz, Melle Mel, Flash +Rocksteady spinnin on they back +Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy, Fresh Prince +Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since +So irregular, how it messed you up +When Mr. T became a wrestler +Can't forget about Jordan's retirement +The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals kid +Some things are forever, some things are not +It's the things we remember that gave the world shock +They stay in a place in your mind so snug +Like who the person was with whom you first made love +[Bridge: Nas] +When was the last time you heard a real anthem +Nas, the millionaire, the mansion +When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme +Never on schedule, but always on time +[Chorus: Chrisette Michele] +These streets hold my deepest days +This hood taught me golden ways +Made me, truly this is what made me +Break me, not a thing's gonna break me +These streets hold my deepest days +This hood taught me golden ways +Made me, truly this is what made me +Break me, not a thing's gonna break me +Ohh, I'm that history I'm that block +I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot +I'm that kid by the number spot +That's my past that made me hot +Here's my life long anthem +Can't forget about you +(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) +Can't forget about you +(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) +[Verse 3: Nas] +Unforgettable, unsubmittable, I go by N now +Just one syllable, it's the end cause the game's tired +It's the same vibe, Good Times had right after James died +That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired +Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines +And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times +But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind +The past the past enough of it, aight then +But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson +Or Mike when his talk was live +Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25 +[Bridge: Nas] +When was the last time you heard a real anthem +Nas, the millionaire, the mansion +When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme +Never on schedule, but always on time +[Chorus: Chrisette Michele] +These streets hold my deepest days +This hood taught me golden ways +Made me, truly this is what made me +Break me, not a thing's gonna break me +These streets hold my deepest days +This hood taught me golden ways +Made me, truly this is what made me +Break me, not a thing's gonna break me +[Outro: Nat ""King"" Cole sample] +That's why, darling, it's incredible +That someone so unforgettable +Thinks that I am unforgettable tooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Sorry 4 the Wait[Intro] +Sorry for the wait, man +Album coming August 29th now +Time to let me do this thing +[Verse] +Ain’t nobody fucking with me +First-degree murder, you can get your degree, motherfucker +And you ain’t gotta wonder about me, Wonder Woman +Tune gon' ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan +Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gonna hate +Pound of the kush, call that bitch ""pound cake"" +I hit it from the back and make that bitch about-face +And then I gotta split, sorry, baby, sour grapes +She whine, ""Baby, don't leave"" +I duck that bullshit, bob and weave +Everybody trippin', but I ain’t never trippin' +Leave your ass flatter than my new television +I'm talking 'bout money and the power, power and the money +This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy +I'ma run this shit 'til I'm the last man runnin +Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me +Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit +Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis +Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho +She pop X, I smoke O’s—tic-tac-toe +And I stink 'cause I got a lot of shit on my mind +They say numbers don't lie—is that a 6 or a 9? +I stand in front of the cloc'k cause I'm ahead of the time +Knock your pussy ass off and send your head to your mom +I ain’t playing with niggas, no, sir, not me +And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see +Yeah, I was locked up, but like a bird, I'm free +And the coupe transform, no Tyrese +Hello, goodbye, where are you, Wayne? +I’m somewhere in between joy and pain +And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds +Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground +Now, ain’t that about a bitch? It ain’t never 'bout a bitch +I'll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch +Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas +And I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads, nigga +Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung +I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come +Yeah, $hort bring the drank, I bring the blunts +Fucking with me, it's blood, brains or guts, ha! +Fuck y'all, for real, though +Sleep with the hammer under the pillow +Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows +Soon as I’m done, peel off like velcro +Gone, baby, I'm stoned +Smoking on the strong, got a huge-ass bong +Swag off the hook, you can’t use that phone +Stopped at the light and put my roof back on +One time for the G’s +The niggas got it locked, the niggas with the keys +The niggas on the block, the niggas on they P’s and Q’s +Put your bitch-ass on the evening news +Jumping in the game, better read the rules +High as a bitch, yeah, that's me on the moon +Fuck with me, die soon, not late +And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait—Tunechi!20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Euro (Switch Hands)[Chorus: Kanye West] +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +I just penetrate and quit playin' with that bitch +[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & (Kanye West)] +Too fresh, man, to be a class clown +Graduated when I sat down +They don't want you to show your ass +Had the Yeezy spazzes in the background (bitch) +Let's talk about the Raf now +Let's talk about the stash now +Tell em niggas send my ho's up +All you bitches get passed down (bitch) +Every now and then, on the Act, wow +Maybe sing a little, bitch, I'm act wild +Bitches rubbing on me like a frat child +On London town, bitches packed down (bitch) +[Chorus: Kanye West] +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Man, you got to hate it, man you got to hate it +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Man, you got to hate it, man, I'm motivated +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Man, you got to hate it, man, I'm motivated +Man, I'm underrated, over-overstated +Rappin' over thirty, talkin' out related +That's captivated, Grammy nominated +Your shit outdated, my shit upgraded +Your shit outdated, my shit upgraded +[Chorus: Kanye West] +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Man, you got to hate it, man I'm motivated +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch +I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch +Man, you got to hate it, man, I'm motivated" +The Samples (Intro)[Instrumental] +"Get Over[Intro] +Yeah +Yeah, real rap (Real rap), real rap for ya +Yeah +Lighters up +Know you miss somebody (Got to) +Put your (Yeah), let's go (Get 'em) +[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Though, though I'm missing you (Straight to your head, man) +I'll find a way to get through (Nik', talk, yeah) +I know livin' without ya is impossible (Yeah, that's right) +And I, I know you gon' live on (Cry, mama, yeah, cry, mama) +'Cause you were my brother (My sister) +And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh +[Verse 1] +Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya +He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya +Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to +It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor +Standin' on stage in front of thousands (Yeah) +Don't amount to me not havin' my father +That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em +But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em +And I'm without 'em, but that's life, y'all +Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard (Yup) +I'm alright, God, shit, I'm still breathin' +But loss hurt like bullets, I'm 'bout to start bleedin' +Throw me down some comfort 'cause my heart need it (Yeah) +Tryna cope but my chances are needle +There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin' to take it easy +Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga +[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Though, though I'm missing you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +(I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +I'll find a way to get through (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +I know livin' without ya is impossible (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +And I, I know you gon' live on (Real rap for you) +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +'Cause you were my brother (My sister, but I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +[Verse 2] +And now we smoke kush all day and pop painkillers (Yeah) +Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us +This what the streets showed us, this how the block made us +The same block where they layed 'em (Damn) +I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me +Lord, will I be next for the taking? Take me +I know I'm livin' like I know when I'm comin' +But I'm just livin' 'cause I know that it's comin' +And the end is comin', but I ain't runnin', I ain't hidin' and duckin' +I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it +I'm just speakin' from the heart of the dyin' public +We still beatin', we gon' rise above it +Though it seem like they cheatin' and we losin' +We survive, if nothin' +They could never take the stride from struggling +I gotta ride, and sometimes that ride get bloody +But I just think about my buddy and go after that money +But, uh +[Bridge: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Oh (Yeah), we gotta get over (Yeah) +We gotta get over, we gotta get over (Yeah) +It's almost over (I said, I said I gotta get over) +And we gon' be alright (I gotta get over) +('Cause, bitch, I'm a soldier) +[Verse 3] +Straight Patrón out the bottle to the head now (Bitch) +We gettin' red now, bitch, my nigga dead now (Bitch) +And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now (Damn) +I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds (Damn) +Now I gotta walk around, brim down +Just tryin' to find my way 'til the next day, escape +Your birthday could be your death date +So I'm livin' like it was just yesterday, let's pray +Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together +It's murda-murda, I don't think it get better +So be a competitor or get out the weather +Me? I got an umbrella and a Beretta (Rah) +I'm just tryin' to make sure my daughter future progressin' +And behind that, I'm shootin' excessive (Bang), trust me (Yeah) +The beautiful dead, we living with the ugly +I just tell my pops, ""Wait for me, I'm comin'"" +[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Though, though I'm missing you (Yeah, yeah) +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +I'll find a way to get through (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +I know livin' without ya is impossible (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +And I, I know you gon' live on (They ask me what's wrong) +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +'Cause you were my brother (My sister, but I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +[Outro] +They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +'Cause I don't wanna see nothin' (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +Yeah (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +Like I said (Man) +Life ain't nothin' but a long extended road, keep drivin' +(But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +I done passed up plenty people on the side of road, no help +Keep goin', yeah (I'm just tryna get over) +Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin', yep +(But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get—) +Who knows when I'll run outta gas? Yeah (Over)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"How Bout DatYo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic' +Light up like Showtime when they about to fight +How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's +Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice +Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide +It's dirty, lookie here +Still sharp like I'm back in school +It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth +Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose? +Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue +The big whale that's writing fishscale +Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon +My goons, think like Chris Wallace +'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it +When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I +Crush the building, how about that? +Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga? +(My car, how about that, nigga?) +{Getting money, how about that, nigga?}" +"On Politics[On tour merchandise featuring the Confederate flag imagery] +React how you want. Any energy you got is good energy. You know, the Confederate flag represented slavery. That’s my abstract take on what I know about it. +So I made the song “New Slaves.” So I took the Confederate flag and made it my flag. It’s my flag now, now whatchu gonna do? +[...] +It looks cool. I like at maybe 800 images a day. You know, I’ve been working on clothing seriously for the past 11 years. +It’s colorless also. It’s super, like, hood and super white-boy-approved at the same time. And that’s really what my style’s always been, because I lived in the suburbs, where, you know, I was known as the Black kid, and I lived in the hood where I was known as the kid who spent his summers in the suburbs. +My dad was a military brat, and he would be around white people back then when it was like, racism was really popular and people would be racist against him, and he’d get around Black people and they’d kinda discriminate against him because they’d say he acted ‘white’ or talked ‘white.’ So there are times when I’ll talk and you’ll hear some of that white--or what people call ‘white’--the suburb voice come through and it’s times you’ll hear some of that Chicago come through. I’m influenced by all those things. +I lived in China when I was in fifth grade with my mother, she’s an English professor, and she taught high-level English. And it was my hint at being a celebrity because they hadn’t seen Black people on TV, so people would stare at me all the time. +[...] +There will never be another Backstreet Boys, Not in this day and age. It’s gonna be artists like Lorde, singer songwriters, that are gonna come up. This is Instagram, this is the information highway. And I talk to these heads, you know, these older dudes that run companies, and it’s hilarious to me! I only listen to people who are younger than me! These are the only people with ideas. You cannot give me any advice! You can help me. You can support Donda. You can cut a check. But I have the ideas! No one older than me has a better idea than me because I’m the only 36 year old me! I’m the most relevant voice on the planet Earth, at age 36, post being the most hated. So don’t try to tell me anything! Help me! Help me, help other people. +[Do you talk to corporations like that? They don’t like being uncomfortable.] +We are uncomfortable. 500 kids are dying in Chicago a year. We are uncomfortable. Just because we’re being a gated community doesn’t mean that things are comfortable. +The thing is, we have the resources on this planet to have a human utopia, to have respect for each other, mankind. We have that. But we’re too concerned about getting the next Hollywood film on Netflix. We have the resources. There’s new billionaires everyday. You apply the right type of thinkers, like the Elon Musks, the people with the real ideas. +Like, politics is dead. It’s over with. These kids need some type of real truth." +"Timbaland Freestyle 2*Lyrics from Snippet* +[Verse 1: Chief Keef] +You and your friends give me all my friends (Let's get it) +Take three girls in the Benz ... +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Let me pray to the name of the lord +[?] get bored +Now they really feeling like they ..." +"Get Ya Weight Up[Intro: Inspectah Deck] +You know what it is... H.G., U.D.Z's +S.I.N.Y., 10304, get big +Yeah.. Wu-Tang for life +[Inspectah Deck] +It's like World War IV in the field, daily ordeal +Wolfpack diggin' claws in your mill +Ducking blue coats tossin' the steel, it's all real +My lifetime of crime, I never talk or squeal +And I move with the coldest around, I be holding my ground +And I'mma hold it til I'm thrown in the ground +So I'm blowing rounds and I'm known to carry six +New Jacks in the City, get ""Burned"" like ""Larry Fish"" +Daddy rich, bitch magnet, I hand you a fix +Spit bricks on the mix and make the avenues flip +Cali grips on the regular, beretta's a fifth +Jumping out, nappy whips, watch ya neck & your wrist +No question I'm reppin' my click, specialist +From the young'ns to O.G., checkin' for this +Play hard on the graveyard shift, cigar split +Far quick, when the shit jump off, you heartless +This is S.I.N.Y., Killah Killah Hill +10304, home to gorillas in the field +Yeah, what up all my niggas out there +10304, home to gorillas in the field +[Hook: Inspectah Deck] +Ya'll wanna ride with us, get ya weight up +You want it live & direct, get the pay up +From the projects, blocks, we on our way up +Animal Ways of Life, you get ate up +To all my ballers & broad, y'all stay up +Try'nna make a mil' a day before I lay up +Hot like the pot you got, you cook yay' up +I'm with the foulest in town, so play straight up +[Inspectah Deck] +I hold it with the bolo grip, solo controller strip +Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with +So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare +House Gang, keep it fresh lik supper ware +The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth +Gamble with the wild life, cannibal out +Give this full course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette +Or with the mask on peelin' the tech +Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep +Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette +Scoop me downtown, cop the bread and back to the 'victs +Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip +Face swift with the rap shit, stacking them chips +In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips +Bad bitch with the black six after my dips +She like, this your pussy, and she splash my click +See my name on the wall, not a fake or a fraud +Niggas straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board +Make way and dues pay for sure, I lay law, stay raw +Cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw' +Have y'all talk about it, but you don't want war +See my wolves eat the bones and they still want more +We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating +So without reason, pounds are squeezing +The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM +Bitches ride like the Scream Machine +Caught a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans +Next thing she was smuggling coke between the scene +[Hook]" +"I’ll Whip Ya Head Boy[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back +Thats four niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac +The voice in my head say, ""Fuck all these niggas"" +Then I start thinkin', 'I should rob all these niggas' +Man, my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do +I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat too +Let's ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street +With the shine's on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat +I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor +Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more +Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is +I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move +We come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school +Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma +I hit her with the llama to get this cake +Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe +But she don't know it, damn, okay, we'll wait +I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone +Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home +You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly +In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad +Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you +That the nine will jam right in my hand +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed +[Verse 3: Young Buck] +I got his homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down +Niggas be gettin' killed everytime you come around +We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground +She askin' God, ""What my baby done did now?"" +I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all +Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Gimme that) +Fuck waitin' we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow +So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow +I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star +I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar +The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk +And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault +March nigga step, right nigga left +G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' 'til my death +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Momma Taught Me[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Momma gave me the swag, I walk like the President +Talk 'bout only dead presidents and big settlements +Yes, I have faith in the flag, yep, I'm a citizen +I'm repping for my city that is bad as the city is (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Momma ain't teach me no better but to get this cheddar +And that I do and for it I get at you +I consider you all fools, you niggas is hilarious +Young Money—bitches don't wanna fuck us, they wanna marry us +Now, ain't that some shit? +I can't have one bitch, but I just got one dick, and no— +I ain't fucking with the fake +I load my handgun with hand towel to touch a nigga face +I am something like a safe, I will never crack +Ain't no combination, nigga, never that +If a nigga ever said anything about Weezy and meant it +He gon' get it that same evening, pimpin' +I'm backseat riding like I'm Mr. Daisy +I am Weezy F. Baby, don't miss the Baby +I kiss the lady on her hand +I'm a fly young man, check my wingspan +This year, I probably do everything tan +Buy a crib on the sand, gotta float to the land, but +Don't get it twisted, I'll still die for me +And do a bid for my man, keep it real as I can +'Cause I'm strong, strong with a will and a plan +Where there's a will, there's a way, so make way for the fam +Young Money—I yell it 'til they come for me, come get me +I bet I'll take more than one with me +I know it don't take more than one shot +And for that reason, I'm gon' shoot more than one shot (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +I be clicking when the gun stop, I make the body hot +Then spit on it when the body drop +I get on it like a pot of crack, I get at your bitch +Then, I tell her like a rapper: ""Holla back!"" +I'm still asking, ""Where the dollars at?"" +I will smash you if you got 'em Jack, I'll peel faster +The lil' bastard in the Maybach +A young nigga, I still think saving is wack +I eat, sleep, shit, and bathe with my gat +I'm like, ""Fuck pimping; slaving is back"" +They like, ""Yes, master, you the best, master"" +My hoes need me, I'm like test answers +You don't need me, you might catch cancer +Come back from treatment looking like Van Axel +No, I don't like baldhead hoes +I like a long-haired diva with the bossiest goals +I'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go +He too proud, I go where your boy can't go, oh +Nasty ass lil' boy +Put my feet up on the dash, pass the grass, enjoy +Get the coke up off the glass, get the money out the drawers +Get the weed out the jars, and we do it like stars, haha +[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +Weezy F. Baby +Big shout-out to SHADE 45 +The streets is watching +Aphilliates Radio2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"2 Minutes of Your Time[Verse 1: Method Man] +I wrote this verse on the 25th +But half a y’all just ain't gon get it till the 26th +I’m here to analyze ya shooter +Like I’m Kenny Smith +But I ain’t Kenny +Kenny can shoot it +But can he spit? +This ain’t for morons +Hashtag NEW Yiddi trick, and oxymorons +Fat broads who skinny dip +The War Report on +Better come with your sword on +I hit ya with that Cee-Lo Green +You know that short arm +The people caught on (wait) +I meant to say the People’s Court on (wait) +For the record I hope record on (brake) +Before I wreck it +Too many styles to go on +Wu-Tang is for the children +Go get ya child support on +[Verse 2: Method Man] +I ain’t tryna bring the city back +And all that pretty boy rap +Ain’t where I’m really at +Besides rappers don’t really ride +They piggy back - I’ll trade them all +To have 2Pac & Biggie back +Facts. Don’t give me dap +Don’t want your pity want Fifty Fifty +Just give me that +Want every penny both Hanz on +How many that? +A black president +White house, what's really rap? +We not so friendly at my house (clicky clack) +If necessary, pet cemetery, ya kitty cat – Won’t let em eat +Cause my other problems too many rats +Ya boy a beast on this mic Jack +Da ratchet tryna peel (pill) ya like Mike Jack +Call that thriller a nite cap +Take a moment to suck it up +But make it brief nobody cared if ya cow died +Don’t make it beef +Rap game we own it +We really in these streets +You rap lames is homeless +You really in the streets +[Verse 3: Method Man] +I ain’t tryna bring the city back +And all that pretty boy rap +Ain’t where I’m really at +Really how sillys that? +Besides rappers don’t really +Ride they piggy back +I’ll trade them all +To have 2Pac & Biggie back" +"I’m wit yuhTurn me up thug nigga, turn me up +You know I'm bout to thug with ya +You're probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now +Your head smoking +Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don't want to talk +Don't worry nigga, you gon see better days coming +Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting +I know today a day that you never seen coming +Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you're crying +Let me thug with you, I know that feeling +Block ain't even bumping +Can't stay out the rear view, you got bitch worries +Niggas at your head, you're paranoid +Everywhere they go, they staring hard +[Hook:] +I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you +I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry +Boosie with you, I'm with you, I'm with you +I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E +Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling +Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling +Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling +I-I know that feeling, nigga I'm with you +I know, I-I know +Know that feeling, I know that feeling +Nigga I'm +[Verse 2:] +Lights off, cold water +Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter +Saw the slot machine and couldn't stop putting in quarters +Kids blame mama cause they never had a father +Let me thug with you, I know the game +Know how to make mistakes you can't explain +This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot +Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor +[?] slow her down, you probably listening to me now +I'm going through some real shit +Granny in the hospital and she real sick +Attitude with everybody being a real bitch +Cause losing your daddy you ain't ready to deal with +[Hook] +[Verse 3:] +When it all falls down, I know that feeling +When it ain't too many left to call, I know that feeling +When your dog turn small, same law +And hatred from these racists ring loud +I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question +Part of my life was like an old time Western +Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be +Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean +Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team +People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream +Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends +Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Good Night (Feat. Mos Def)[Intro: Mos Def] +I'm not sure anymore, more +Who is knocking at my door, door +All the faces that I know +Ja make them so sunny and true +[Chorus: Mos Def] +I don't wanna say goodbye, to you +So I'll just say good night, to you +My people, no goodbyes to you +I'm just gon' say good night +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Uh +Good night +Right now I can see it so vivid +Like it was just yesterday, like I could relive it +Me and my grandparents on a field trip +And I'm the little kid tryna touch the exhibits +But it'll fade before I get to get a hold of that +Man, I wish I could stop time like a photograph +Every joke that they told I'd know to laugh +Man (man), I wouldn't let a moment pass +What do it mean when you dream that you fallin'? +What do it mean when you dream that you ballin'? +What do it mean when you never dream at all then +And you don't really know 'cause you can't recall them? +It's sorta fly you get a chance to say hi to +People you never got a chance to say bye to +Maybe you could pull em up outta your dreams +Into real life (real life), if you try to +So close (so close), but so far (but so far) +And so far (and so far), no cigar (no cigar) +We can't dwell on the past, all we got is today +So I'ma live like it's no tomorrow, no goodbyes +[Chorus: Mos Def] +I don't wanna say goodbye, to you +So I'll just say good night, to you +My people, no goodbyes to you +I'm just gon' say good night +[Verse 2: Al Be Back] +Uh, to you +If I part, my art will live through you +Dream beautiful and unusual +Wake up like every day new to you +Stay true to you, a hood musical +My art will live through you +Dream beautiful and unusual +Wake up like every day new to you +Stay true to you, a hood musical +[Chorus: Mos Def] +I don't wanna say goodbye, to you +So I'll just say good night, to you +My people, no goodbyes to you +I'm just gon' say good night +[Outro: Mos Def] +I'm not sure anymore, more +Who is knocking at my door, door +All the faces that I know +Ja make them so sunny and true +I'm not sure anymore, more" +"Amplified Sample[Chorus] +The amplified sample, will trample +Delete and cancel then vacate your vessel +[Verse 1] +Guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle, move swift as light +A thousand years in one night, in flight with insight +Everything I thought of, I saw it happen +Then I rose from the soil, the Sun blackened +Then came rap czars, left tracks in scars +Apparent brightness of exploding stars +Gave you goods to taste, no ingredients to trace +You remain stuck trying to figure the shape of space +No edge or boundary, release 2 rounds or 3 +Intimidate, my razor scrape phony clown MC +The physical shatter from the blast +Pyroclastic flow, sets forth a tower of ash +Through ignorance and misplaced trust your world's crushed +Too late to activate hyperspatial thrust +Even wearing camouflage, you're analog +At war, the scene is high beams and fog +I came in accompanied by deadly rain and wind +Mentally endowed when lightning hit the crowd +The warm side edge across the barrier +But the storm tide destroyed your area +[Chorus] +The amplified sample, will trample +Delete and cancel, then vacate your vessel +[Verse 2] +To guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle +Move swift as light, a thousand years in one night +In flight with insight, everything I thought of, I saw it happen +Then I rose from the soil, the Sun blackened +Then came rap czars, left tracks in scars +Apparent brightness of exploding stars +Gave you goods to taste - no ingredients to trace +You remain stuck trying to figure the shape of space +No edge or boundary, release 2 rounds or 3 +Intimidate, razor scrape phony clown MC +Physical shatter from the blast +Pyroclastic flow, sets forth a tower of ash +Through ignorance and misplaced trust your world's crushed +Too late to activate hyperspatial thrust +Even wearing camouflage, you're analog +At war, the scene is high beams and fog +I came in accompanied by deadly rain and wind +Mentally endowed with lightning, struck the crowd +The warm side edge across the barrier +But my storm tide'll destroy your area +[Chorus] +The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel +That vacate your vessel +The amplified sample, the amplified sample, the amplified sample +Will trample +The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel +That vacate your vessel +The amplified, the amplified sample +The amplified sample, the amplified +The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel +The amplified +The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel +The amplified, the amplified +The amplified sample (fade out)" +"My Pains Run Deep[Intro] +Oh lawd +Oh lawd +[HOOK] +Too many dead on tha same street +My pain run deep +3 dead in tha same Jeep +My pain run deep +Prosecutor tryna frame me +My pain run deep +They shootin’ at me +Tryna slain me +My pain run deep +[VERSE 1] +You know I be wit’ that +Vest on wit’ that choppa tho +Will bang it all at Pappadeaux +You, You, You +All ya’ll +The impossible +I ain’t runnin’ from nobody +We got problems +We neglect it +Only here to send 1 message +Pussy boy +You gon’ respect it +Killed Ivy +Tha whole car too +So you know I can’t bar you +On site if I saw you +Dearly depart you +Damn homie how they caught you +Many nights +Wish I could call you +The same way I feel bout my father +Lost Ghost +It hurted harder than the muthafuckin’ kidney stone nigga +Cuz that kidney stone sharp +But this shit here long nigga +Damn Titus +I wish I could bond ya out nigga +But they don’t want our money +They wanna take us out +[HOOK] +Too many dead on tha same street +My pain run deep +3 dead in tha same Jeep +My pain run deep +Prosecutor tryna frame me +My pain run deep +They shootin’ at me +Tryna slain me +My pain run deep +[VERSE 2] +My nigga shot +And he can’t breathe +My pain run deep +I wouldn’t have stopped +They woulda got me +My pain run deep +Deathrow +They tried to stop me +My pain run deep +Diabetes out this i.v +Hospitals, hot pistols +We can’t leave home +If its not wit’ us +Boy my life is in another league +Duckin’ blues +Blowin’ trees +Fuck it +I’m tha leader of tha crabs +In the public, fuck it +It’s ugly +That money don’t mean shit right now +I need surgery +90 G’s or they won’t cut me +My pain run deep +I’m on tha table +And I’m gettin nervous +My pain run deep +They put murders on my whole circle +My pain run deep +Tha bank +They hit me for a half a ticket +My pain run deep +I been goin’ through some thangs +I see blood in my eyes +Too many thugs in tha street +Who I loved +They done died +Murder 1 +Slide, slide +Now a nigga baptized +So many murders on our street +We got murder on our mind +Most of us ain’t read tha signs +Smiled, and told em fuck ‘em +When indicted for my crime +Just cuz my cousin, my cousin +Shit they gave that boy a dime +My other cousin +He got 30 +And he ain’t never been convicted +All my life +Man it been twisted +Say a prayer to all tha kids +Lick tha letter +Send it to you +Then you receive it on ya bid +Me and tha police got a bad history +Can’t stand them bitches +Before they killed Alton Sterling +They been spankin’ us niggas +[EDITED HOOK] +Too many dead on tha same street +Southside, Eastside +You know what they say on tha West Coast +Too many gangstas on tha same beach +Black Dickies +And a white tee +Soulja Ree’s +[BOOSIE TALKING TO THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Black DustMoving the black dust +(...)" +"Intro[Intro] +The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice +The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice +The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice +The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice +Feel like I saved the streets +TouchofTrent be wildin' with it +[Verse 1] +My cellie was twenty-three but he got ninety-six +And he ain't even get caught for no murder, he was just movin' bricks +And he be tryin' to talk to the female pilot whenever I'm on a jet +He told me his best-friend told on him but I ain't wanna hear the rest +See, the one that killed my blood, laying in blood, I can rest +And I woke up in my feelings, feel like I drunk a pint of stress +And I woke up, damn near slapped her shit, I blamed it on Tourette's +And I love her ass to death, I hold my breath so I can't flex +[Chorus] +The Voice +The Voice +The Voice +The Voice, The Voice, The Voice +[Verse 2] +I was devastated +Spot 'em, got 'em, whenever I see him, this shit ain't premeditated +Fell out with Wook, I say I dislike him but I'll never hate him +We locked back in, we feel like zero, Jayson Tatum +It's been a long, long time, been a long time since I seen her +Talkin' 'bout my daughter, not a bitch 'cause that don't mean nothin' +Gotta count my blessings, that's good karma like I ain't see it coming +Gang fights in school, I still salute like I ain't see you runnin' +And they'll watch you starvin', low income, low-key apartment +I mean abandoned apartment, Glock with a switch when I aim at a target +Audemars diamonds flawless, I'm the voice, honest +(Mixed up in violence) I'm just being honest +[Chorus] +The Voice +The Voice +The Voice +The Voice, The Voice, The Voice1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Canal Street[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)] +—""Yeah. Ayo, y'all ready, right? Aight. None of that fronting shit, neither, nigga, it's broad-day. Word up, the store is over there, nigga, let's go. Yeah, they got the big jewelry in the window. You seen that shit? You better come seen that other shit, right? Good good, that's me right there, ayo you—all you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son. I got a big brick in the motherfucking Louis bag, nigga. Take that, just smash the shit out. About four-five niggas gon' slip in."" +—""Professionals. Immediately, nigga. What the fuck this nigga talking 'bout? Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Aight. Yo, you grab the three from him. You grab the heatholders. You grab the watches, nigga."" +(*gunshots) +—""Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga."" +—""Y'all got that? Good!"" +—""Meet you at the train station. One, son!"" +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +All of our fathers is bank robbers holdin' TECs +Eighths of hero'n, shooting in the steps +In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation +Now, we rock 6-50s in the snow +AKs, ARs, wire jaws, say ours +YSL frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on +Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, tryna transform +Every gram action to a sandstorm +Fly through my block, you live, make a bitch stop +Have your shit cocked yo, niggas might dive on you +All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives +Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's +[Hook: Raekwon] +Back to slinging every 45 minutes +Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing +The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs +It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying +Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it +Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas +Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded +Just a typical day to get wiped out +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Broad-day jungle, living with the rodents +The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you +Always flaky, calluses, hands +My mans come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrons +Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop +Jump in the Maybach, switch the station +These rap niggas is washed, hang 'em on the pole, no head +Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha +We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad; that's dangerous +Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers +Take what we want, explain this +Famous for my kitchen knives, rings, and the fifths are stainless +Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up +Plain and simple niggas is poo-butt +Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut +""Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man"" +[Hook: Raekwon] +Back to slinging every 45 minutes +Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing +The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs +It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying +Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it +Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas +Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded +Just a typical day to get wiped out" +"IDGAF (Studio Session Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop +[Verse 2: Juice WRLD] +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +I just made her jaw drop from a backshot +Leave mе when the time's right +Cocainе make her white lie +Lately I've been in my feelings listening to white wine +Sad souls with some cash flow +Never gave a fuck about the past (Oh) +Never gave a fuck about her past hoes, I'm past those +Damn +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +Smoking till my eyes roll back, yeah I'm fucked up +They think that they know us, they don't know us +So what 50K a show I'm finna show up +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +I just made her jaw drop from a backshot +Sleeping on her timeline, sippin' too much +Hella downfalls, hella downfalls (yeah) +Consumed in the plug, (yeah) +She made me fall in love (yeah) +Not no ordinary drug, you can live on through me +Keep going strong through me +Music of misery, fucking me up mentally +Is that where I'm meant to be? +I've been feeling no love, I need more love +More drugs, need a new plug +I can't stop myself from going down this road +I need a jacket, I ain't know it was this cold (was this cold) +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop (Yeah, ayy)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Double ImpactAs we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses +The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless +I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating +'87 style, get the money like I'm [?] +Bizarre rap, call me Comandante Sarjak +Origami a cigar into a small black +You see me in the street, I'm rocking short set, roll in quartet +I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex +Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild +Chasing numbers more than [?] +[?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate +I'll merk a Jake cause we were brought up by the Purple Tape +Burn a blank cause I'm queezy feeling gated +Delegate of rough raps heavily celebrated +You see the mane on my face it spell struggle +Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double +Eleven drugs mixed, Tallahassee bun tricks +Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the lungfish +Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head +Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in the bed +[?] galore, sour in a plastic bag +Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket badEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"4 My People (Basement Jaxx Vocal Remix)Yall get that +Yall get that +Yall get that +Y'all im on fire +Get that +Get that y'all im on fire +The parties jumping +Get that +Get it right +Y'all im on fire +Yo, this is for my mother f*cking clubs, y'all feel me +People, gangsters an hips, and people smokin that lethal reefa +Smokin the club, speakers are hissin, bassin +We dont, need anythin, droppin, leave us, sweat till i catch it +People, call me the fearless diva, y'all im on fire +People, go in and drink up, get in the club, get f*cked up +See me, ya got it, look up, someone to touch it, what about, show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks +The parties jumpin +I see something fine +Boy i wanna kiss you +But im just too shy +Let me dance with you +Let me wear you out +Cos tha grassa always due +Lets go exit out +The musics banging, way down in my soul +When u dance behind me +I lose all control +Let my cry my hips +Let me move my waste +Let the music come home +And take my breath away +This is for my people +My (what) my party people +This is for my people +My mother f*cking people, come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Come on +Get down +Get get get on down +This is for my people +My (what) my party people +This is for my people +My ecstasy'ing people, come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Come on +Get down +Get get get on down +I'm at the bar now +And im buying drinks +And i got this feeling +And its all over me +I wanna dance with you +And lick your face +Let me on the dance floor +This face is ecstasy +The body's right now +And i'm about to score +Mr dj can you, play this joint once more +Cos i see the man i want +I want it right away +I lick him right in his face +And say dance with me +This is for my people +My (what) my party people +This is for my people +My mother f*cking people, come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Come on +Get down +Get get get on down +This is for my people +My (what) my party people +This is for my people +My ecstasy'ing people, come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Freak that (x12) +Come here baby +Grab me from the back +Baby you the mack +And you know that +Gonna another track +Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back +Oh freak that +Come here baby +Grab me from the back +Baby you the mack +And you know that +Gonna another track +Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back +Can't stand +When a nigga f*ckin up my plans +All night lickin when we tryin to dance +Drunk and his breath stinks +Gettin freaky with his hands +Cocky with his mouth +Like he got a friend +Can't stand +Wanna bitch, y'all on my side +I don't even know and she all up in my life +Givin me the side eye +Like she wanna fly ie +Feel me over bitch, better get it right +Can't stand +When a nigga f*cking up the song +Im just tryin to shake my ass all night long +Cuttin up the same shit all night long +I forgot that all my titties gone +Can't stand +When it ain't jumpin like i want +Ya'll just tryin to stop my fun +Take away my blunt +I don't give a f*ck +Ain't gonna take away my fun +Seeing when this shit is over, we gonna run +This is for my people +My (what) my party people +This is for my people +My mother f*cking people, come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Come on +Get down +Get get get on down +This is for my people +My (what) my party people +This is for my people +My ecstasy'ing people, come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Come on +Get down +Get get get on down +Yah, get it right +Get that +Y'all im on fire +Get that +Get that +The parties jumpin +Get that +Y'all im on fire +Get that +The parties jumpin +Get that +Get that +Get it right +Get that +Get that" +"Vroom Vroom Vroom[Intro] +She sit on my, huh +Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom +Yeah, yeah, yeah +She said vroom vroom vroom vroom, ooh, huh? +Oh my god, Ronny +Vroom +[Chorus] +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupe (Yeah) +She gon' flash her titties (Flash 'em), out of the roof (Yeah) +Scoot scoot, scoot scoot scoot scoot (Scoot, scoot) +She gon' fuck on the crew +Who who, who, who is you? (Who?) +I ain't heard of you +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +Vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +I'ma hop out and just shoot you in front of your boo +I got so much guns on me (Bah), I'm in a hotel room (Bah, bah, bah, bah) +[Verse] +You gon' rob me? Hahaha +Bitch, I'm laughing at you (Bitch) +Black Lamborghini look like Batman +It go vroom vroom vroom (Vroom vroom vroom) +Corvette got no ceiling, blowing gas through the roof (Gas) +I got two prostitutes with me at the Fontainebleau (Bitch) +She said that she never seen a chain like this, like this (Yeah) +That's a white bitch, look like Miley Cyrus (Miley, bitch) +Whip in a baby bowl, we cheat some, my wrist look like virus (Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up) +In the trap sellin' clap, they call me your highness (Your highness) +[Chorus] +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupe (Yeah) +She gon' flash her titties (Flash 'em), out of the roof (Yeah) +Scoot scoot, scoot scoot scoot scoot (Scoot, scoot) +She gon' fuck on the crew +Who who, who, who is you? (Who?) +I ain't heard of you +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +Vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +I'ma hop out and just shoot you in front of your boo +I got so much guns on me (Bah), I'm in a hotel room (Bah, bah, bah, bah) +[Outro] +Vroom, vroom vroom vroom +Bitch, yoom yoom, yoom yoom yoom yoom (Yoom) +Bitch, my airplane go yoom yoom yoom yoom (Wow) +Bitch, my wrist like ooh ooh ooh ooh (Ooh) +Vroom1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Treadmill Freestyle[Action Bronson] +Ahh! +[Killer Mike] +Yo +Yo +[Action Bronson] +Yo +[Killer Mike] +Yo +[Action Bronson] +Listen +[Killer Mike] +Yo +[Action Bronson] +On my head I got the flashlight +[Killer Mike] +Yo +The fuck are you doing?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"World of Fantasy[Intro: Question & Lil Wayne] +Yeah, Empire +Lil Wayne, Question +Cash Money (Three) +Dope Supply (Yeah) +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall (Cut the music up in my phone) +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy, perfect) +His back against the wall (Yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight off the corner, Apple and Eagle +Braveheart bitch like the times are medieval +Married to the block, divorced the cathedral +Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people +Forced into evil, it's all in your head +It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel +You follow and I lead you straight to the needle +The bottle, the battle, the beetles'll eat you +Momma named Cita, I love you Cita +'Member when your pussy second husband used to beat you? +Remember when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver? +He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck either +He could see the devil, see the devil in my features +You could smell the ether, you can see Cita +You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features +I am her voice and the world is my speaker +I'm speaking +[Hook] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +[Verse 2: Question] +With my spine up against these tagged up brick walls +Flip grams, quick hand, quicksand, pitfalls +Big balls intact through error syntax +That stormy weather where the trees don't bend back +Left home at 16, I ain't never been back +When it come to being broke, they say I never been flat +A punk ass bitch, I ain't never been that +Reminisce on daddy's quart of Schlitz in his lap +And his Newport box with only one stick left +Snort heroin, then he shoved me in his chest +Used to really believe I'll never be the best +Hell must be on my shoulder cause the devil sing the rest +Right on it through his binges with them poisonous syringes +Beating on my mama, kicked the door off the hinges +I wish I was old enough to stop him when he did it +So long ago, but even I can't forget it, so listen +[Hook] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +[Verse 3: Question] +Demonic in my presence, street corner like a reverend +Tryna find the change, shining lightning light in heaven +Triple 7, triple 6, tribulations, triple trick +Triple grip, triple spitting like I had a triple lip +Let's make simple sense of the main difference +Angel of Death swing, got a sinner in a clench +Revolver in my fist, earthworm to a fish +Bait on the line, watch me catch 'em with this +Coke fly off compound, off round white rock +Balling like Earl Manigault in his high top +Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops +Left for dead and this ain't even my block +Thinking of my pops, thinking of my moms +Rather be just blazing, listening to Saigon +Cause when you think up, God strike you down +Body full of current, lightning never hit the ground +[Hook] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wallEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"GG (Intro)[Spoken Word: GG Allin] +Where other people stop, I accelerate +People say they're gonna do shit and they don't do it +I'm going all the way with it +The ultimate rock and roll sacrifice is death +When I die I don't die, my soul goes on +It's another invention +A bottle of death is exciting +Why do I wanna get old and be nothing? +Why do I want to be a poor human being? +I wanna do what I wanna do +And get everything done as quick as I gotta do it +And get the fuck out of there, go on +And then I can accelerate into the next life +And still leave my blood here +To be the blood of rock and roll and still be here +I'll never go away +But when I'm dead I will become stronger on Earth +And I'll become more powerful in the next life +There is no death +If I kill myself that doesn't solve the mission at all +The mission goes on and on and on +And people are so fucking stupid they don't understand that +They don't understand +They think ""Yo, okay, you're gonna kill yourself, well that's stupid"" Well you're fucking wrong +You're stupid for getting fucking old and boring and ignorant +Just like people on the jury that convicted me +I don't wanna be like you +I don't wanna be part of your fucking boring world +I wanna do what I wanna do +When I wanna end my life I'm gonna fucking end it +And I'm gonna be more powerful for it +And, and, all you people who say what I'm doing is wrong +You're just so fucking insecure +That you don't have the fucking balls to do it +You wanna say you're bad +But you don't really wanna fucking be bad +You just wanna pretend you are +Well I'm really gonna fucking do it +And that's what separates the real rock and roll underground +From the people who wanna just be pretend +You know bands +They come along and follow what I do and imitate what I do +I'm not just—2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Stay True[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Oh, yeah, motherfucker +It's real +Y'all niggas hold your guns +Throw your guns down, put 'em down +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, we in the fields with heat +You fake niggas eat kid meals to me +We street referees, we rock +Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks +Certified doctors in hoods that still oil techs +But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like Beech Nut +Call off the mutts, it's me again +Ghost, your host this evenin +(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonight) +Tux tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle +Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds +Flare-leg Gucci joints, I never wore +I might give 'em to my brother-in-law +Fitzpatrick, rich bastard, worth more than Egyptian marrows +Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles +That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five +My orals like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice +We guzzle Dom's, smoke with scratchy throats +Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats +Jumbo in the club, we play Columbo +Frosty the Snowman, frozen as the milky way +Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve +In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink +Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered +Champ room down in Vegas +Vendin machines that shoot Alize', compliments of E&J +[Chorus: 60 Second Assassin & (Ghostface)] +The streets is rough out here +Crack game came and had us years +What is a man to do? (Brother) +(Stay true, stay true) +The streets is rough out here +Crack game came and had its years +What is a man to do? (Brother) +(Stay true, stay true)" +"What Y’all Wanna Do(talking) +What, what, what, what(repeat) +The most finominal beat of all times +Big Face entertainment, Sucka Free trick +Flip, Banner, they hatin like a bitch +(David Banner) +I hear the soul of 22 dead slaves SLABbing +I see the chrome on 22 inch rims swanging +Comin down chop chop Mississippi til I die +Bout, bloody body drops(we bump that screw down here) +Gettin hot like a dog, black packs for them bitches +Mayne we choose to ball step in the spot then (??) +Bitch we buying the mall(nawl really?!) +Uh yeah!bitch we buying the mall +So get yo ass out the seller +See we true pimps here, watch it them black tops +Them other Mississippi pimps bitch suck my balls! +(1, 2, 3)okay now we blowin up ain't got no diamonds +On my wrist, but got some texts in my palm okay die!!! +(Bridge) +What these bitches want now? +There it goes some southside shit +Give me thirty-gs and I'll pimp on a bitch +Like whoa!.... +(Chorus x2) +What y'all wanna do, what y'all got to say +We bump that screw down here okay! +How you niggas actin, how you niggas roll +You better reconize southside still holdin +(Lil' Flip) +You like yo music fast, I like my music slow +You cut yo hair off, I let my hair grow +You like to ride Daytons we like to ride Dubs +You bought a barbershop I jus bought a club +You need a engineer I got MJ +You bought a two-way I gotta three-way +You talk about whoa, we talk about maaan +You do a show for $1200 we get $20 grand +You wear Timbalands I wear Air Force Ones +You pack 9-millemeters we back automatic guns +You stuck yo city, we stay on the road +You see me wearing platinum I quit wearin gold +You ridin factory I got candy paint +You sip Beveldere I sip on drank +We ride on swangas but we call em' too chrome +And everytime I do a show we buy new homes +(C-Note) +C-Note keep it hot like(??) +Rolling 20-inches on a new (?casino?) +Got connected wit Texas playas and a bad latino +And you can see me steppin out of a Lamborgino +Cause we stackin mo chips then a damn casino +Big shots back accounts full of numbers and 0's +And check the new driveway for the Bentleys & Beamos +And just to know our money strech +Just as long as a Limo....and we Screwed up +(Lil' Flip) +8 Ball, MJG, Scareface, Master P, Fat Pat,Keke +Pokey,and Mike D, Big Moe, Botany Boys +H-Duece, Rap Alot, UGK, Big Hawk, Lil'Troy +Michael Watts, Godfather, Outkast +Big Mike, Ganksta N-I-P, DJ Screw, Swisha House +Point Blank, and Lil' Flip +Al D, PSK, can't forget Street Military +SPM, Lil'Switch, and Fine Dyme, and Barrbarry +Crime Boss, ESG, what about Goodie Mob +I can't forget about Devin man that boy go hard! +(David Banner) +We bump that screw down here okay!" +"Made It[Intro] +Can't believe I made it (Made it, Can’t believe) +Can't believe I made it (Made it) +Them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +You're the ones that hated (Ooh) +[Chorus] +Yeah, can’t believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh) +Yeah, can't believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Lil Uzi) +[Verse 1] +You know I'm the one, everything I do first place it (Yeah) +Pull up in a spaceship, man you know I'm gonna race it (Vroom) +Brand new Hermes bracelet complement the Cuban bracelet (Huh?) +Your girl say you rap good but say my voice amazing (Oh) +Hit it once, can't chase it, I don't know that girl erase it +I can’t save it-save it-save it, man I swear that girl so basic (Okay) +She so tasteless, I might pull up and I Wraith it +So much money, gotta rake it +All this paper, got her naked +Tell that girl, she better shake it (Shake it, shake it, shake it) +Or I will not pay, can’t pay anyway (Oh) +'Cause there’s no layaway +If I didn't have it all would you fade away? (Ayy) +[Chorus] +Yeah, can't believe I made it (Bih) +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated (What) +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh) +Yeah, can’t believe I made it (Bih) +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated (What) +Now the same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh) +[Verse 2] +Can't you tell, can't you smell, diamonds sick, they pale (Yeah) +Yeah they wet like a whale, I'm slimy like snail (Slime) +I come from the bottom, where it's kill or be killed (Yeah) +I count it to a thousand, then I made my first mil' (Oh, god) +We won't talk, we won't squeal, get off on a pill (Pill) +Yeah we saw your paperwork, got off on a deal (Deal) +Big guns, banana get you pealed (Yeah) +Pick one, these niggas ain't in the field (Yeah) +You know Draco (Uh), AK (Uh), AR (Uh) +Uzi (Uh) Tec (Uh), Kriss (Uh), Vector (Uh, yeah) +Not (Uh) stressing (Uh), money (Uh), protecting (Uh) +Rubber band stretching (Uh) +Fuck your bitch, she on a stretcher (Uh) +[Chorus] +Yeah, can't believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Baby) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Uh) +Yeah, can't believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Baby) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Uh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Every Ghetto[Verse 1: Nas] +Uhh, yeah, uhh +Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days +Words of a old man with silver hair, in his wheelchair +His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me +Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me +It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer +I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya +'Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water +Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine order +Shit is plastic material, havin' no life +I crash whips and leave it no matter the price +As long as I survive, cop a new five +Circle the block where the beef's at +And park in front of my enemy's eyes +They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters +There's no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers +And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin' the earth +Watchin' your own murder reoccur +[Chorus: Blitz] +For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto +For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal +For every child that's born, and every nigga gone +And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning +For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto +For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal +For every child that's born, and every nigga gone +And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning +[Verse 2: Blitz] +It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me +Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me +Basically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust +Greed and contempt, no street is exempt +Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks +I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks +Oil paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain +Fallin deep into the pits of the game +This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times +Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggas for the dime +Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside +In the ghetto with a million ways to die +Stayin' high to relieve the pain, breathin' in the game +Exhalin' guilt sin and shame, misery and strain +What the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthrax +I stand back, hopin' I'll make it through tomorrow +[Verse 3: Nas] +My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes +Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business +Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders +But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships +Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor +How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse +Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin' +Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones +Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex +And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des +Got guns when I'm with my daughter +Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence +She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons +Black princess it's a ugly world +I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl +Could you believe even my shadow's jealous +My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones +My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs +Though my songs come from the Father +I'm lonely... hold me, it's gettin' darker +[Chorus: Blitz] +For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto +For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal +For every child that's born, and every nigga gone +And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morning +For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto +For every nigga totin' inner pain and heavy metal +For every child that's born, and every nigga gone +And for every breath I breathe and live to see another morningEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Can You Hear Me[Intro: Diane Haughton phone call] +Missy it's Diane +Here's the information for the +Where you can send the flowers to +The florist for Aaliyah +I'll give you the phone number +In case you need it +Okay Missy, take of yourself +I love you +I love you, bye bye +[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] +I been checkin' on your moms and dad (uh) +And your brother since the day you left (left) +Passed on and went away with God (uh) +But for your momma its been so damn hard +I hate to even hear her cry (cry) +Aaliyah she asked me why (why) +Would her baby girl go this way (oh) +Can you give me better words to say +[Chorus 1: Missy] +Come one day she'll see you again +With the same ol' beatiful smile +Long hair and the voice of a hummin' bird +You'll be singing them same ol' songs +Aaliyah can you hear me +I hope that you're proud of me +Me and Tim we been doin' our thing +But its never been the same since you had to go +I ain't never met a friend more incredible +Ohhh... +[Verse 2: Chilli] +I know you're in real good hands +With God but damn I miss you +Aaliyah if you see Left Eye +Will you +Tell her me and 'Boz miss her too +Cuz no one's gonna fill her space (uh uh) +T-C, L not replaced +All the reasons we learned to love (love) +Fly high wit' your 22 doves +[Chorus 2: TLC & Missy] +One day we'll see her again +With the same ol' beautiful smile +Crazy but sexy cool +And she'll be rappin' them same ol' songs +Lisa can you hear me +We hope that you're proud of us +TLC has come a long way +But its never been the same since you had to go +Cuz the healin' process will be long and slow +Yeah +[Verse 3: Missy Elliott, Chilli] +Aaliyah I know you're in a safer place +You're face to face with the creator and our maker +And if you and Left Eye happen to chat +Tell her me and Tionne we know she's much safer +If you see Biggie smalls up in the clouds +Tell him he's still the illest emcee we had around +2Pac there is only one, Big Pun R.I.P +We say one (one yeah yeah) +[Chorus 3: Missy & TLC] +One day we'll see y'all again +With the same ol' beautiful smiles +All styles so many styles +And y'all be doin' the same old things +The last time we seen ya +We hope y'all can change the world +Let 'em see how short life be +It will never be the same since ya had to go +To the music world y'all are incredible +[Outro: Chili] +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah" +"He Say She Say[Intro] +He say and she say, squad! +[Hook] +She say he say he mad, cause I fucked his bitch +Confronted him in his face, he ain't say shit +She say she like my ways, she can't take my shit +Don't believe you when he say, he won't take my shit +He say she say shit [x8] +[Verse] +Me and bro bang bro his bitch, that's when he say shit +And I say that I have my .30, and he ain't say shit +Cash out, Louis sweater, Margiela, and it be that shit +He say my KC is 30, and it won't be my shit but I did +She say don't take out my kid, she say I won't be shit +Now I'm the shit, hopped on G shit +I copped me a brick, I copped me a crib +Wish I would change, I'm never the chain +My car was a Range, one night in no rain +Just say she want brain, she think I'm a stain +She think I'm a lame, said ""Baby, I'm hot"" +Bitch I'm on top, bitch I got guap +She say I won't pop with a 4 on my pop +That purse they drop, don't do that to my squad +OTF my squad, she say we go hard +They say we go hard, 2013 +We took a big loss, don't believe +[Hook]8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Feeling Good[Verse 1] +Birds flying high, you know how I feel +Sun in the sky, you know how I feel +Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me, yeah +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me +And I'm feeling good +[Verse 2] +Fish in the sea, you know how I feel +River running free, you know how I feel +Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me +And I'm feeling good +[Verse 3] +Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean +Don't ya know +Butterflies having fun,, you know what I mean +Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean +And this hold world is a new world +And a bold world for me +[Verse 4] +Stars when you shine, you know how I feel +Scent of a pine, you know how I feel +Oh, freedom is mine and I know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me +[Scatting] +I'm feeling good" +"Sad Raps / Love*Lyrics from Snippets +[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +And I could tell you really was never in it for me (Oh yeah) +(It's Lil Uzi Vert) +[Chorus] +And I just want you to know that I love you +I love the way I fuck you (How I fuck you) +I love it when you touch me (Me), call me ugly ('Ly, ayy) +Rose gold on her neck, her chain ain't rusty ('Sty, yeah) +[Post-Chorus] +I can't lie, I feel strong (Strong) +Can't tell right, yeah, from wrong (Wrong) +She was lying, I was gone (Gone) +Hearin' her cry on my phone (Brrt, ayy) +[Verse] +But everything's alright every time she give mе dome (Yeah) +About last night (Night), I was on (Ayy) +One long flight (Huh?), trip to Romе (Ayy) +I'm so gone (Yeah), no timezones (Ayy) +[Verse] +Yeah, bring her in my bedroom +Yeah, bring her in my bedroom +Yeah, I got me a new residence +Yeah, I feel like the President +Yeah, man, my life... +[Chorus] +And I just want you to know that I love you +I love the way I fuck you (How I fuck you) +I love it when you touch me (Me), call my ugly ('Ly, ayy) +Rose gold on her neck, her chain ain't rusty ('Sty, yeah) +[Verse 2] +Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet (Wet-wet, ayy) +Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet (Wet-wet, ayy) +Uh, fucking up a week, it cost five stacks (Yeah, five stacks) +How you 36 with a Snapchat? (Yeah, Snapchat) +Ooh, you dirty bitch, got a Cashapp? (Yeah, Cashapp) +I just caught a thottie with a backstabber (Ayy, yeah) +Only reason I stay because that fat ass (Yeah, yeah) +When I put it in, I make her back-back +Girl, it's sticking out like a backpack +Put it in your mouth to this sad rap3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Actin’ Tuff*Lyrics from snippet +...that we blessin' just for actin' tuff (Huh?) +That's your mans, huh? (Huh?) +I be...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Bigger Than Life[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt OX] +Let's go, let's go +Lil Uzi Vert +Let's go, let's go (I'm working on dying) +Not playin', oh-oh +(One, two) Let's go (One, two, three) +Alright now (Yeah) +[Chorus] +I done made so many millions +Ain't nothin' to think about +And she fuck with me because I am the one +That still come back even though I made it out (Yeah) +I thought she was G, when I put in my D +She was screamin', she said, ""Come on, take it out"" +And loyalty, I swear that's everything +And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it off (Yeah) +And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand +What the venue probably was just payin' out +And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me +And you know at late night she be stayin' out +I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean +There goes the reason he hatin' now +Got a V12 that's all on my engine +That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off (Vroom) +[Verse 1] +I'm too evil, too evil, too evil, too evil +It's nobody out here can save me now (Woah) +I remember when I was younger +My girl ain't answer my phone and listen to ""Take You Down"" (Woah) +My diamonds, they dance like Chris Brown +Look at my wrist, it's lit now (Woah) +My niggas shootin' them rounds (Bah) +Fuck nigga better get down (Lil Uzi, get down, let's go) +I'm not worried 'bout no niggas +These niggas, they fake, these niggas they hate +These niggas they all, um, perpetrate +These niggas ain't really with all the shits +These niggas, they walk around with dirty sticks +When I shoot two, I shoot a nigga his shit (Yeah) +I don't play with niggas, these niggas, they hoes +I just do everything then, I suppose (Let's go) +These niggas, they is really not my bros (No) +These niggas, they my foes (Yeah, yeah) +I ran out of space, put diamonds that's all on my toes +I'm switchin' my hoes, same way I'm switchin' my clothes (Yeah) +Rockstar goals, septum all on my nose (Yeah, goals) +[Chorus] +I done made so many millions +Ain't nothin' to think about +And she fuck with me because I am the one +That still come back even though I made it out +I thought she was G, when I put in my D +She was screamin', she said, ""Come on, take it out"" +And loyalty, I swear that's everything +And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it off +And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand +What the venue probably was just payin' out +And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me +And you know at late night she be stayin' out +I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean +There goes the reason he hatin' now +Got a V12 that's all on my engine +That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off +[Verse 2] +Walked in and I had to go get a bag +Walked in and had to go get a big bag (Yeah) +Brought the big bag for the brand new bae +Why the fuck would I care what you say? (Amen) +At a fuck nigga head like a toupée (What?) +Okay, they wanna see a new wave (Yah) +Made two hundred racks in two days (Check it out) +My diamonds they cooler than Cool J (Yah) +No, no, your swag don't move me (No) +That's not a new Rollie, that's a new face (What?) +Spent fifty racks in Gucci +Spent eighty racks in Louis (Let's go) +Okay, my life is great (Yeah) +Walk around with a whole lotta uchi (Let's go) +On the sides, got a fade like Boosie +Hand wet, I ain't playin' with her coochie (Oh) +I don't know why these niggas be playin' +I don't know why these niggas be watchin' (I don't know, I don't know) +I don't know why these niggas be clockin' (I don't know) +That's why I got time for you (Who?) +'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not watchin' +'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not cocky (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, a nigga like me fill my pocket (Fill my pocket) +Yeah, a nigga like me be show-stoppin' (Let's go) (Yeah, yeah) +[Chorus] +I done made so many millions +Ain't nothin' to think about (Yeah, yeah) +And she fuck with me because I am the one +That still come back even though I made it out (Yeah) +I thought she was G, when I put in my D +She was screamin', she said, ""Come on, take it out"" +And loyalty, I swear that's everything +And for me, got niggas that gon' kill it off (What?) +And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand +What the venue probably was just payin' out +And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me +And you know at late night she be stayin' out +I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean +There goes the reason he hatin' now +Got a V12 that's all on my engine +That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Pussycat[Intro] +Uh, this is another Missy Elliott exclusive, uh, come on +[Verse 1] +It's all for the love +But there is more things that keep a man satisfied +And I know the remedy just to cure him +From cheating even if he tried, hey +[Chorus] +Pussy don't fail me now +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me +Pussy don't fail me now +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me +[Verse 2] +I know he's a man and men have intentions +To sleep with someone else +But that's why when I make love to him +I'm ruling +Try to give him my best, hey +[Chorus] +Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else (nobody) +But me and only me (ohh) +Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else (ohh) +But me and only me +[Bridge] +As long as the pussy good it's alright +Ain't gotta worry bout my man +Cos he know mine's is one of a kind +And that's why he keeps staying +The pussy good, it's alright +Ain't gotta worry bout my man +Cos he know mine's is one of a kind +And that's why he keeps staying +[Verse 3: Missy distorted (Missy)] +Look ma +Yeah, you got that bomb and work +That prissy stuff, glad it ain't that gushy stuff (that gushy stuff?) +I don't like the mushy butts +I wish we was like Puffy over Jennifer +Him and her too much like I and we (And what that mean?) +We just love the booty +All we see, in 3D, is um +Booty, booty, booty, booty +[Missy] +Oh really? Do me, do me, do me, do me +Run through me like flood go through an I-V +That's good I'm a make sure you never will leave +Can I put my booty, booty up in your spaghetti daddy +Are you ready for some cavi from me +Pussy, gushy, mushy, what more you want from me +Cuz my feelings hit the ceiling what you want me to be? +Oh please pussy don't mess it up for me, come on +[Chorus] +Pussy don't fail me now (fail me, now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else (nobody else) +But me and only me +Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me +[Outro: Missy- Spoken] +Pussy don't fail me now +I wanna turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me +Pussy don't fail me now +I wanna turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me +What's the deal y'all? +I don't mean to come thru and break y'all vibe +But, I just gotta slow it down for just a second, so bear with me +You know, first before I do that I just wanna talk about how people Always say: 'Yo that's too nasty' and 'Why yo mouth so vulgar?' +'Why you gotta-why you gotta sing all these nasty records?' +And all that, but I be representin' for the ladies and +We got somethin' to say, we've been quiet too long +Lady-like, very patient +We ain't get mad when Prince had his ass out +We thought he was gonna turn around to the front +And have the front out too! But you know, that didn't happen +We always had to deal with-with the guys +You know, talkin' about how they gon' wear us out on records +And-and you know so I had to do records that was strictly-- +Representin' for my ladies and how to keep yo man +Keep his eyes from wandering, looking around +And, sex is not a topic that we should always sweep under the rug +I'm not sayin' go out and do it, but if you do +Strap it up, before you smack it up +Flip it, slow it down, oh no! +Jimmy, drop it" +"Represent[Produced by DJ Premier] +[Chorus] +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +[Verse 1] +Straight up, shit is real +And any day could be your last in the jungle +Get murdered on a humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble +The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals +Who don't care, guzzling beers +We all stare at the out-of-towners +(Aiyyo, yo, who that?) They better break North +Before we get the four pounders and take their face off +The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers +The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us +And killer coppers even come through in helicopters +I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for +The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners +Thinking it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em +And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods +I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards +Nas is a rebel of the street corner +Pulling a TEC out the dresser; police got me under pressure +[Chorus] +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +[Verse 2] +Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella +Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller +Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed +When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess +Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back +Love committing sins and my friends sell crack +This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue +The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one +‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts +So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts +The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator +The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator +Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game +Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames +Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs +Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's +[Chorus] +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +Represent, represent +[Verse 3] +No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about +Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan +Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxanne +I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block +Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops +If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots +We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks +Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man +Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand +Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man +But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam +Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop +Bokeem, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow +Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit +My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it +It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs +'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love +[Chorus] +Represent y'all, represent +Represent y'all, represent +Represent y'all, represent +Represent y'all, represent +[Outro] +One time for your mothafuckin' mind +This goes out to everybody in New York +That's living the real fucking life in every projects, all over +To my man Big Will, he's still here +The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S +Big Cee-Lo from the Don, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters +My crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse +The Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid +Can't forget Draws, the Hillbillies +My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogie +Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit a lot, PHD +And my man Preemo from Gang Starr +'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O) +Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though! +[Nas' posse] +Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas! +You bitch ass motherfuckers! +Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker! +Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back +That's just a warm up +‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybodyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Olskoolicegre[Hook: ?] +Left, right, right, left +We go left, right, right, left +C'mon left, right, right, left +We gon tighten up our boots and march till it ends, c'mon +Left, right, right, left +We go left, right, right, left +C'mon left, right, right, left +We gon tighten up our boots and march till it ends +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +This a story about a bad girl that used to be good +A miseducation of Lauryn that stayed in the hood +See she probably could have made it in Hollywood +But she was misguided, misled, and misunderstood +She wanted her baby dad with good hair like Blair Underwood +And push a whip with 12 cylinders under the hood +[?] +Now she got 6 kids to feed under her roof +She didn't want her daughters to end up in the same position +So she named one hope named the other ambition +[?] +But the problems with poverty left them with no choice +Then one got locked +Then one got popped +[?] +Don't worry Mom +[?] +[Hook: ?] +[Verse 2: ?] +[?]" +"On Deck[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Boosie Badazz, I got mine +On deck nigga, on deck nigga +[Hook: Young Thug] +I ain't never love these bitches +Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck) +Man I'm a hit my nigga +Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck) +My nigga we some anybody killers +And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Man I'm a young rich nigga +And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Got them things on deck, nigga that's a bet +If I say you getting wet, you can cash that check +Make a nigga Chiraq your whole set +I ain't lost a street war yet, I'm a anybody killer +I'm a headshot, deadshot keep 'em weeping +Don't cross fish now cause we beefing nigga +Got a pass that make you not laugh +Niggas want my head bad, yeah so I sleep with pistols +I don't love these niggas, fuck these niggas +Walk up rah rah rah, crush these niggas +Can't run, can't hide trust me nigga +Got Yao Ming arms, I can touch you nigga +Yo, red you already know +It's no pick and chooses they all got to go +You want rap beef nigga, we can rap beef nigga +Come see you perform and kill the whole show +Who you playing with partna Ion think you know +AR15 with a perfect scope +Go hating ass bitches now you got free front row tickets +Nigga to my murder show +I'm a young rich nigga who be wilding +Every nigga 'round me got at least one body +So don't talk shit cause this Glock part of my outfit +On deck, on deck nigga +[Hook] +I ain't never love these bitches +Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck) +Man I'm a hit my nigga +Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck) +My nigga we some anybody killers +And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Man I'm a young rich nigga +And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +I chop 'em, I pop 'em, I stop 'em, I hit 'em, I drop 'em, he lay down it's over +My la familia we lay low, we stay low, we end up not guilty, we soldiers +And them things on deck bet not fuck with this chain on my neck that's a don't do +Ain't no if and buts if its up there with you when I see ya, I'm gon' shoot +With the P for toting the pistol, ride around tripping then load the whip +Me and Lil Bleek in separate cars looking for them boys with seven [?] +We strap we ain't just acting hard, real this ain't no camouflage +Whole fleet clean I got fancy cars, whole fleet clean I got classy broads +I keep the ratchet broads and I slang it like I'm John Wayne +Certified and untamed and I'm blunt mane, Ion wanna fuck with a nigga who fuck with a nigga who uh +Snuff a nigga, eye for an eye like them Russians nigga +In my hood they ain't talking 'bout none my nigga but who can kill the most for the summer nigga, on deck nigga +[Hook] +I ain't never love these bitches +Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck) +Man I'm a hit my nigga +Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck) +My nigga we some anybody killers +And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Man I'm a young rich nigga +And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Boss[Intro] +Diablo murder +Ooh, yeah, Lil Pump, yeah +[Chorus] +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +[Post-Chorus] +Walk in the trap like a boss (Ooh) +Walk in the trap like a boss (Brr) +Walk in the trap like a boss (Ooh) +Walk in the trap like a boss (Trap) +Yeah, I came in with the sauce (Ooh) +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh +[Verse] +Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh +Fuck a nigga bitch, don't care, damn +Throwing up racks in the air, damn +Told a bitch, ""Lil Pump, yeah"", ooh +Damn, I just broke my wrist +Hundred on my wrist, can't tell me shit +Pop four Xans then I fuck a nigga's bitch +Never went to school 'cause I was always flippin' bricks, ayy +Yeah, I came up with the sauce, damn +Yeah, I sold crack in the halls, damn +Lil Pump is on top, damn +Gave my mom two Glocks, damn +Everybody do wanna be me +Lookin' at my neck and it's Fiji, ooh, damn +Everybody do wanna be me +Lookin' at my neck and it's Fiji, ooh +[Chorus] +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Pretty Lil Heart[lil' wayne] +This is for the lovers and the sexy mother, mothers +Love is in the air, i pray to god i do not suffer +Kay, late night, lights, steam, candles lit +She say weezy flush me harder +I say ooh, you the ooh +You commit, i commit +She say she love me, i'm convinced +Don't need a rocker scientist to see that you and i are meant +I meant to tell you, you the reason i smile more +Who i fell for, you know i beat, that beat +That uh, rock it back boy +God i'm just playing to let you win +And i can't win +If there ain't a thought about you +Hey baby, that's all i do +I put you first, now tell me though +Will never be a partner +Now i say, please girl don't you go breaking +My pretty little heart +[robin thicke] +Tell me something sweet +Tell me something nice +Tell me something good +Baby, tell me it's alright +Tell me that you love me +Tell me you'll be there, fair +I get so worry, sometimes +The world will not be there +Tell me that i'm sexy +Like i was before +Tell me i got it +That you want it even more +Tell me that you'll never, ever +Ever leave me side, side +Tell me cause you know +I need to hear it every night +[Chorus] +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +I said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +[robin thicke] +Tell me who you with +Tell me where you work +Tell me did you go out +And start talking to some girl +I want to believe it +You know how hard i try +After all we've been through +We so hard to say goodbye +Tell me that the future is getting brighter now +Tell me that we'll make it +That we'll make it somehow +Tell me it's forever +That we'll never burn +Tell me that you'll never break my pretty little heart +[Chorus] +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +And i said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +[robin thicke] +Tell me that's the money +Tell me i'm a star +Tell me that you'll never break my pretty little heart +Say you'll take me places +Everything's okay +Tell me cause you know i need that pump up everyday +Tell me that's your money +Won't get in our way +Tell me that the chance i take, won't blow up in my face +Tell me that you'll do it +That you'll do it real +I'll leave you if you break my pretty little heart, i will +[Chorus] +And i said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +I said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +And i said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +Don't you worry, your pretty little heart +I got you, you got me +I love you, i love you, i love you babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Dirty the Moocher[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway +Featuring the Dirt Dog +First things first man you're fuckin with the worst +I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse +I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack +Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack +The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot +All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin shit hot +Like the blow between Glocks, mad niggas I shot +Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock +Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock +Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox +The DeNiro-Al Pachino war +Tryin to score mad dough like a million or more +For the illegal war that's all I saw +It's all about that knot in ya +I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones +Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones +Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops +Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props +[Cab Calloway] +But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale +Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) +Hoooooooooooooooooooooo (Hoooooooooooooooooooooo) +He-de-he-de-he-de-he (He-de-he-de-he-de-he) +Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy) +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch CREAM +Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things +Just in case you don't make it to the safe +Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced +Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit +The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse +My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop +Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs +About made zoo, 6-6-6-6-2 +Cause I'm goin all out with the supplies of Balu +I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable +Stickin my middle fuckin finger at you +Livin in America's fuckin fucked up +When I was young some say I had no sense +I rhymed all day until my throat got tense +And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees +In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze +Ah-choo! Then I was sore, there was only one cure +Original rhymes wholesome in thought +Democratics are debatin wanna be the imitatin +But the knowledge that I'm givin positively stimulatin +I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town +South Proof Projects, did they really go down +Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old +I didn't know about frontin or playin a role +I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks +With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks +Prince start jackin in my baseball cap +I'm tellin many chit-chats step off my jockstrap +Approach this party other known as a jam +Lookin for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham +]From front to back the jam was packed +Over there some dance, over there I just macked +I looked around then I started to walk +Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk +The kid was nice for payin the price +And give weak MCs beneficial advice +Yes, beneficial meaning good for more +Frontin cause with the mamas would have loved to explore +Studied MC and changed lyrics around +Before I became a member of the lost and sound +My words I strung, I bettered my voice +Rollin over people known to be top choice +Ch-ch - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW +Hoodlum +Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) +Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho (Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho) +He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee (He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee) +Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo (Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Let Me Know[Chorus] +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +What guys tryna sensual +I wanna try and send you +If you gotta feeling +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +[Verse 1] +I've been hurt once before +Cried like a baby when I walked through the door +Checking on my girl nigga making on my girl +What then happen to my girl mama right she a hoe +Mama know mama know +That's what happens when a girl want more her lies to love a nigga +Snake niggas can't trust a nigga +Send my prayers wake up every morning +Middle fingers in the air motherfucker +Let me know what is gonna be on beat +Either we fucking or we friends or we're down with speech +Let me know let me know +What it's gonna be +You got my back in a lack if I'm on my knees +If I lost everything would you hustle with me +Lie understand if they bust a nigga +Stay down for a thug really thug a nigga +If I'm fucking with 'em zanes as you fucking with 'em +Is it real or are we fucking let me know +Is it real or we fucking is it real or we fucking +If you with it then I'm with it let me know +All I need is a thumbs up +Let me know something +[Chorus] +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +What guys tryna sensual +I wanna try and send you +If you gotta feeling +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +[Verse 2] +Baby, I won't go just give me a phone call +Legs to the ceiling giving you the feeling you never felt in your lifetime +I know we feeling love I don't care shit I know when was the right time +Your ass was running with niggas but you put up with 'em +You were in your right mind +You just waiting till I get my life together +I'ma put some diamonds all up in your bed so she don't wanna leave +We goin' do it better I want you dressed in more de-tas +I want you dressed and just leather baby +Yeah we goin' make the most jealous baby +I look at you and I see the precious +Leg on your body lets get it cracking leg on your body lets get it cracking +Yeah yeah yeah yeah leg on your body lets get it cracking +[Chorus] +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +If you gotta feeling you love me +I wanna try and send you +If you gotta feeling +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me knowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Lil’ One[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +Fuck, man I been on this block all day +(say, say, say, say, say) +Hot man, get off my shirt, hot man +(Oh whatchu got?) Ohhh who that? +Boy that look like Baby, that ain't (that's dubs?) +That ain't Baby (that's dubs?) +That ain't - that is that nigga man (lets go) +[Baby] Say Lil' One +[Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog? +[Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog +[Wayne] Like what? Look I ain't have nothing to do with +Killing them... +[Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit +And how its gonna go down +[Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something +Cause right now I'm tired of hustling +And these rocks ain't doing nothing +And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it +I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it +[Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking +I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer? +I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin +In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari +[Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley +[Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me +Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in +[Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that +[Baby] What thats a blunt? +[Wayne] Yeah +[Baby] Light that, nigga I'll be right back +[Wayne] Aight cat, just don't be playing, this worth my while? +[Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a ho? +[Wayne] Nah +[Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over +I can't do it by myself, so I need me a lil' solider +I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit +[Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit +And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick +To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip +[Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait +You worry bout your cake +Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28 +[Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change +I'mma go an cop me a Range and two platinum chains +[Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you +You too young from the start +[Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it +Its dedication and heart +[Baby] Dedication and smarts +Don't put your heart in this game +Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game +[Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong +And acknowlegde me when I'm right +[Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might +[Wayne] B, I'm all ears +[Baby] Get your ass in this car +[Wayne] Unlock the door +[Baby] Its unlocked +[Wayne] Don't holla at me +You ain't my pa +[Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came +Fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine +Pays five a piece +[Wayne] Every week? +[Baby] Just move it together +I'mma knock off my lil' section +You take care of your area +[Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here +I'mma have Coke and Dope +It's gone be on 'round here +But how you want me to sell this +Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's? +[Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez +[Wayne] I'm all for it cousin +I'mma get me a million +If power get between it I'mma split me a nigga +[Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga +Let them have it +I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic +[Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts +[Baby] Say Lil' One +[Wayne] What's up? +[Baby] We gonna fuck it up +[Wayne] Nigga what? Nigga what? Haha +{*Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne +Whispering something you can't understand*}3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"LUV SCARS K.o 1600[Intro] +Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it +[Chorus] +So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey) +So many different girls I got a load of 'em (Yeah) +Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some +Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love? +Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow) +Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh) +Flooded with them hundreds (Damn) +Flooded with them hundreds +What you thought it was? +[Verse 1] +And it's 1600 (1600) +Try to take my soul, my young niggas, they coming (Fire) +I remember when they said that I was nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I can't trust my brother, I can't trust my cousin (No) +No, let me take my time (Take your time) +I want every girl like I can't make my mind (No, can't make my mind) +I spent 80,000 just to flood the time (Time, blah) +I don't wear no Hanes, my T-shirt Saint Laurent (Yeah) +I just made a whole bag from like half of a show +I still got some boys sad, moving bags of the dope +Yeah, you know I got that cash, you'll get blast on the low +Just because you knew my dad don't mean that I play you close +[Chorus] +So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey) +So many different girls, I got a load of 'em (Yeah) +Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some +Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love? +Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow) +Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh) +Flooded with them hundreds (Damn) +Flooded with them hundreds +What you thought it was? +[Verse 2] +I've been by myself, so I'm not losing health (No way) +I don't need you niggas, look like you can't tell +Can't do nothing around you, 'cause we know you gon' tell +Niggas I grew up with got a five-star room in Hell +Wait, 'cause they not loyal (Bah) +Can't believe we grew up in the soil (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck nigga) +Tell my niggas I got them with lawyers (Yeah) +Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you (Would've warned you) +Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you (Warned you) +They killed Ninety right there on the corner (Damn) +I miss Chico, I swear that's my brother (Damn, I love you) +Looking down on me right with his mother (Chee) +[Chorus] +So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey) +So many different girls, I got a load of 'em (Yeah) +Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some +Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love? +Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow) +Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh) +Flooded with them hundreds (Damn) +Flooded with them hundreds +What you thought it was?48EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Religious Blessings - Outro[Outro: Missy Elliott] +Been caught up in the fame, a part of the glamour and glitz +Platinum rings and different things, how easy we forget +For it is Him the Lord Almighty, who allows us our success +We on top, above the charts, how easy we forget +Do you think without Him, you would be who you are? +For if He made heaven and earth, He also made you a star +So as we reach the year 2000, you know there's one higher than us +And I come to be that too, to tell you, in God we must trust +Love you..." +"Kimmy Girl[Intro: Lil' Kim] +Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ,ah +Yeah, do the Kimmy Girl rock +Do the Kimmy Girl rock, yeah +What's my name? +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim'] +My name is Kimmy, flyer than a frisbee +Boys in Miami wanna see me in my Vickies +Might do a little dating, like my girl Chili +But I'm already taken, married to Mister Benji +Weter than the river, sweeter than a swisher +My Jimmy Choo's cuter than the girls that's with you +Everybody staring, might as well take a picture +Mail it to the haters, now sing it with me ladies +[Chorus: Keri Hilson] +All eyes on me when I walk in +No question that this girls a ten +Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful +My walk, my talk, the way I drip +It's not my fault so please don't trip +Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +It's only one QB, best eye beauty +If looks was a killer, I probably be a oozie +They be hating on me cause they man try to pursue me +I'm something exotic, she's hardly a cutie +I'm flyer than a G6, sweet like peaches +Bottom like an apple, I know you wanna eat it +He got a huge appetite and I'm the one to feed it +Michael Jackson bad, tell that other bitch to beat it! +[Chorus: Keri Hilson] +All eyes on me when I walk in +No question that this girls a ten +Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful +My walk, my talk, the way I drip +It's not my fault so please don't trip +Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful +[Outro: Lil' Kim] +CT, DC, do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah +ATL and Miami, New York to L.A +All my girls let me hear you say, yeah, aha +Do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah +All over the world, all over the world +If I forgot ya please don't be mad at me" +"Rec Room (blend)(Inspectah Deck) +Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill +Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill +Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill +10304 style, kid, yea +For all my D.M.D. Rec posse niggas +You out there? Is you out there? +I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush +A dazzlin display if you could get close enough +Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda +Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor +Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna +Spiderman identity Peter Parker +Crowd pleaser register off the meter +Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker +Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands +True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands +Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan +Clansman stabbin the track with both hands +Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold +I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal +Too hot to handle, too cold to hold +Rap with a road block, I might lose control +Hold the globe in my iron palm +One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long +Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan +World wide on the web without the dot com +(Chorus) +Killa Bees live in the place be +Burn third degree on the M-I-C +So deadly cause a catastrophe +And this is the way we crash the party +Say +Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec +Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec +(Inspectah Deck) +Yo, Killa Bees swarmin +Protect Ya Neck! What's the warnin? +So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen +We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win +From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin +Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens +It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when +They left the game mentally and physically bent +What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence +I represent, sure to make a grand entrance +With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure +Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher +Feather weight contenders surrender +T.K.O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders +Journey on the mic like Marco Polo +Internal bleedin occurs to your photo +Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north +It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk +But I hold my ground like it's high noon +While police tapes surround the mic room +I jump on a live tune, provide the boom +Those who consume become faint from the fumes +(Chorus)" +"No Standards[Intro] +Chopsquad +[Chorus] +I can't get over my pain +Make you feel better +Fuck with niggas I know +Won't make you feel better +This is a lifestyle that I live +Fuckin' with these different bitches +And you tryna break my heart +Fuckin' with these different niggas +You know you can't get over me +You know you can't get away from me +You know bitches dont play with me +You know you know +[Verse 1] +I know the consequences of my actions +This shit real I ain't even just rappin' +Fuckin' with niggas that I know get back +How I know that boy ain't smash +I know you with him cause he gotta sack +You say you don't like no feelings attached +I know that you lied can't mix shit with facts +Ho +You think ima run back to you that shit dead +Tell 'em how me and you be textin' each other yeah +So you told me you wouldn't fuck him +Know you lyin' why you scared +You know I gotta bitch, don't open your message, leave you on read +Can't talk to you like I used to +Can't see me you gotta pull up YouTube +Even though my situation you lose +Fuckin' with your friend ex, nigga you screwed +I know you tryna figure out who I'm talkin about +I told you imma spazz told me put the guns down +You got 'em around your kids when they ain't around +I can fuck on who I want, I'm famous now +Got yo friends all in yo ear sayin' that I'm bad +And you keep on listenin' it make me mad +Keep on reminiscing make me want to slide +It seem like that you sold your heart for a bag +[Chorus] +I can't get over my pain +Make you feel better +Fuck with niggas I know +Won't make you feel better +This is a lifestyle that I live +Fuckin' with these different bitches +And you tryna break my heart +Fuckin' with these different niggas +You know you can't get over me +You know you can't get away from me +You know bitches dont play with me +You know you know +[Verse 2] +Fuck this shit +You broke my heart so many times I was like fuck a bitch +I just wanna get the money nigga for the fuck of it +Fuck them other niggas that you fuck with I don't fuck with them +Tell your brother stay from around me cause I don't fuck with him +They don't really want no war with me it ain't enough of them +You barely kinky but you a slut for him +You ain't even that mean, but you tough for him +You had me soft I couldn't function it +Only gave me pussy, wasn't suckin' it +I heard the rumors who you fuckin' with +I wish I found out sooner that you a dirty bitch +Back to the basics, lets speak facts +I was with you when I was sippin' act +I doped you up you has menthol swag +Square, I don't ever wanna see yo ass +Yea, I know imma dog that shit ain't fair +Thought I'll be mad I don't even care +Now I put my new bitch on the Lear +Diamonds in the air like chandeliers +If she around then I'm aware +You say ''only him,'' you lyin' again +Bluetooth in the coupe you need to pair +That hoe shit was in the air +If your friends a ho then you's a ho +Wherever you go I know they go +Don't follow your dream you follow bankrolls +Yo ass so fake thought you was ten toes +[Chorus] +I can't get over my pain +Make you feel better +Fuck with niggas I know +Won't make you feel better +This is a lifestyle that I live +Fuckin' with these different bitches +And you tryna break my heart +Fuckin' with these different niggas +You know you can't get over me +You know you can't get away from me +You know bitches dont play with me +You know you know2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Teary Eyed (Maurice Joshua Beats)[Verse 1] +You're the reason I don't trust no one +And I don't love no one +From the places I've come +Sad songs I've sung +All the times I've been stung +For you bring the worst out of me +(HOLLA!) +And I can't down these tears I've cried +The heaviness inside +Left me so petrified +Tried ta keep love alive +But I became too tired +Cuz you bring the worst out of me +(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) +[Refrain] +I wish I could change the way things have gone +And start life anew and now maybe once again +I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong +And all I have to say....... +[Chorus] +Is when I sing this song +I get so teary eyed +Cuz you get under my skin +Can't let you suck me dry +I was gonna marry you, have kids for you +Stay true to you, live life wit you +But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) +[Verse 2] +And I compromised all my time +And rearranged my life +To make sure you was fine +Cuz our love was on the line +And I became so unkind +Cuz you brought the worst out of me +(You brought the worst out of me) +This is (this is) how the story goes +Those ones who know +When its out of control +You work (work) and you work (work) +And sumone gets hurt +And I guess that be me..... +When I sing this song +I get so teary eyed +Cuz you get under my skin +Can't let you suck me dry +I was gonna marry you, have kids for you +Stay true to you, live life wit you +But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) +(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) +[Refrain] +I wish I could change the way things have gone +And start life anew and now maybe once again +I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong +And all I can say....... +(When I sing) +Is when I sing this song +I get so teary eyed +Cuz you get under my skin +Can't let you suck me dry +I was gonna marry you, have kids for you +Stay true to you, live life wit you +But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)" +"Got Money[Intro: Lil Wayne & T-Pain] +Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz! +Yeah, yeah! +I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! Uh-huh!) +Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah!) +You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!) +Yeah +Haha, yeah (Uh-huh!) +Young (ay-hey) +Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby! +[Chorus: T-Pain] +If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) +Take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it, like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Now, I was bouncing through the club +She love the way I Diddy-bop +I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop +Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked +Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked +Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out +And we so 'bout it-'bout it, now what are you about? +DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop +""Young Money, Lil Wayne,"" then the music drop +I make it snow, I make it flurry +I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry +Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes +A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes—Young Money! +[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] +If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Fly! Yeah) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah) +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly! Come on) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly! Come on) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Streets!) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +It go one for the money, two for the show +Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) +Like some clap-on lights in this bitch +I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch (Uh-huh) +Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh) +Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smiling (Ugh) +He mugging—who cares? +'Cause my goons are right here +Like it's nothing to a big dog +And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains +I'm in so much ice, they yell, ""Skate, Wayne!"" +She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne +[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] +If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly! Uh-huh) +This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) +This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah) +If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, ugh) +Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like— +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes +A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy! +And everybody say: +""Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?"" +Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella +'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy! +Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick +But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it +You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick +And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit +So Rolex-watch this: I do it, four-five-six +My click-clack goes the black four-fifth +And just like it, I'll blow that shit +'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like ""Tick, tick,"" biatch! +[Chorus: T-Pain] +If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes +AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes +Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes +Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Um... Young Mula, baby15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Snakes[Verse 1] +Bright gangsta, I'm a cool brotha +Smart mothafucka, and I still shoot guns +For the life of me, can't figure these people out +I try to love them, but they pull the hatred out +From inside of me, the lion was tryin' to sleep +Yeah you fucked up now, you just woke up the beast +Now it's skull and bones all over the turf +I take the show on the road, that's all over the earth +It's P, not Diddy and the Family +I dry mop niggas up, it won't even be +One drop of blood, no trace for the forensics +I clean up nice when I take a devil head +And Lord knows, I'm a godsend, I'm anti +Satan and you Antichrist, it's all in the eyes, chico +They the windows to the soul +And I can see fake people with my eyes closed +I done told you +[Chorus] +But y'all niggas still got the nerve +To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work +Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts +It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all +But y'all niggas still got the nerve +To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work +Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts +It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all +[Verse 2] +Arabian sword cut the head off of snakes +You 10 thousand years old, you need to have a seat +And let the young Gs rise up and take power +We tryin' heal the world, you tryin' devour +The earth and its resources, killin' babies +Poison in the water and synthetic seeds +We a new breed of kids, we on some shit +We don't believe your books, we got our own connection +With the universal life force, they pass laws +But the law of the land is not maritime law +I'm talkin' etymology, see what I'm tryna say +We not really free, we just are new slaves +Yeah, we still slaves, we still slaves +They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brains +I'll take this gun off my hip and put it to your braids +You try to stop me from bein' great, it won't happen +[Chorus] +But y'all niggas still got the nerve +To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work +Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts +It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all +But y'all niggas still got the nerve +To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work +Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts +It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"CandycarsMan we ridin candycars eating candybars naw i ain't locked up behind bars man +This is lil flip of the screwed up click i'm the coe yeah yall still come to +See me flow i shine so hard i glow in the dark. my momma say damn boy it look +Like you got a star in yo mouth well momma that's apart of being down south +Yall still mad? well i feeling kinda glad. records going gold and platium. man +I'm tatlented i got skillz that bet ain't even seen yet i got a grill that damn +Near cost a mil. houston texas is where i live. but every body know in houston +Candycars be our style +That's all i wanted to write lil flip i might help ya soon then holla at me and +I write you and hole new album i got killz to dogg. lil bebe" +"Me & You (Dedicated to Destiny)[Intro] +I'd like to dedicate this one here, to my star +Someone I cherish, she loves me unconditionally +No matter what, our love will always be here for you baby +Yeah +So from God, he gave me this gift, you (ha ha) +And I give you this, the world (If I had it all) +[Hook] +(If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world +Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all) +Yeah, just me and my little one +Just me and my little one (If I had it all) +I'd give you the world +[Verse 1] +Even though we don't live in the same home +And I mightta miss your graduation +And no matter how many miles I'm away from you +You know that I love you +Hear daddy on every station +Thinking, I'm loving my occupation +I know I got you home waitin', Desy +I do it all for you (if I had it all) +[Hook] +(If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world +Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all) +Yeah, just me and my little one +Just me and my little one (If I had it all) +I'd give you the world +[Verse 2] +Even though you'll be grown soon +You gotta stand on your two +Please listen what daddy told you +I know you think that I'm old school +You'll see that I was right soon +One day, you will meet the right groom +And then, you will see your life bloom +And then you'll know what's right for you (If I had it all) +[Hook] +(If I had it all) daddy's little girl I would give you the world +Little girl I'd give you the world (If I had it all) +Yeah, just me and my little one +Just me and my little one (If I had it all) +I'd give you the world +[Verse 3] +Respect your mom, no one will replace her +She's the one who went through the labor (If I had it all) +But you don't owe her no favors +But her respect is due +See, daddy just wanna show you (If I had it all) +All the heartache I go through (If I had it all) +It's for you +[Outro] +If this world were mine, I'd give it all to you (If I had it all) +Yeah, (If I had it all) +It's your world baby girl +Yeah! +Yeah, just me and my little one (If I had it all) +Just me and my little one (If I had it all) +(If I had it all) +(If I had it all)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Da Glock[Intro] +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Verse 1: U-God] +It's the block party, niggas just bust shots +Good thing we brought the Glock +Thought you had props, with your gangsta bop +Good thing we brought the Glock +Meet me on the hill or the Ave Hill top +Good thing we brought the Glock +You like what you see, my shiny ass rocks +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I'd fuck the shit out of Patricia Drummond +Looked out the window and her man was comin' +Good thing we brought the Glock +Catch me at the Ruckers game +Playin' the side with my spaghetti chain +Good thing we brought the Glock +Riker's Island shanked down +There go them niggas who blew Hal my nigga +Good thing we brought the Glock +I'm at the ATM +Niggas lookin' sneaky in the grey BM +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Verse 3: RZA] +Twenty drunk crabs try to push through the back door +Good thing we brought the Glock +Five boxcutters drawn they was ready for war +Good thing we brought the Glock +That's that thug down from Southside who tryin' to front son +Good thing we brought the Glock +Little dog bout to flip, someone fucked his baby moms +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Chorus: U-God & Cappadonna] +Never leave home without it +Good thing we brought the Glock +Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it +Good thing we brought the Glock +Never leave home without it +Good thing we brought the Glock +Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Verse 4: Masta Killa] +You niggas thought somethin' was sweet +Cause we rollin with the seeds today +Good thing we brought the Glock +Back in the A-Train, Halloween +Niggas in masks, want my name ring +Good thing we brought the Glock +It's Brooklawn day, Pinkhouse day +Park Hill Stapleton day +Good thing we brought the Glock +That same cat we stomped out +Seen him at Eastern Parkway, the Parkway play +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Verse 5: Raekwon] +We in the spot where the money's marked +NARCs just jump through the window, yo +Good thing we brought the Glock +Them niggas killin' young niggas at will +Check how they did my little man son +Good thing we brought the Glock +We ain't slaves, we just rich renegades that's paid +Born in the ghetto, yo +Good thing we brought the Glock +Up in the staircase, flooded with cakes +Screwfacin' with the dirty eights +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Chorus: U-God & Cappadonna] +Never leave home without it +Good thing we brought the Glock +Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it +Good thing we brought the Glock +Never leave home without it +Good thing we brought the Glock +Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it +Good thing we brought the Glock +[Outro] +Good thing we brought the Glock +Good thing we brought the Glock +Good thing we brought the Glock +Good thing we brought the GlockEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Moonstruck[Intro] +Awww yeah! We in the motherfuckin' place tonight! +Show's about to start guys, everybody get to your seats +Bronsolinio's comin' to the stage +Mmm, knew about the local things what they all talkin' about +[Verse 1] +Step in the door, Bronsolini, the mayor +The kush replayer, 80's bushy pussy gushy slayer +I'm a star and I'mma prove it +Saw me in the foreign car, shorty had a movement +Comin to your town, lockin' it down, rockin' it out +I'm on fire there's no stoppin' it now, it's tournament edition +Shorty on the arm an ornament for fishin' +Brussels eatin' breakfast in the Orient for chicken, listen +Know my mother wanna see me win +Slide the crack inside the slot you put your CD in +Give a couple bucks, let me live, puff a dutch +Cause ain't no motherfucker playin' me in Suckerpunch +It's my time, no more standin' in line +Now it's time to eat, paired up with the rarest of wine +Hair red just like the meat, never careless with mine +Play your part and stay sharp daddy, cherish your crime +[Verse 2] +Aiyyo, you couldn't wait to hear this fly shit +Shorty open up your thighs quick, smoke the pussy like a Thai stick +My style is lovin' in the island by Dubai dick +I leave my socks right on the floor cause this is my shit +Intoxicatin' aroma, drugs rolled in a diploma +Beautiful wine, we in Sonoma yo +The cheese plate, fish a pike out the lake +Take a dyke on a date, she let me pipe cause I'm an ape +White limey, maneuver at night, fuck assumption +Bronsolin' bring the truth to the light, that we the best +And ain't no motherfucker tellin' me different +Most talent and I practice, ain't no shock that I'm winnin' +Double-layered linens +Known for sinnin' in cinnamon women in tinted renteds +Cinderella pendants, the Lord flow tremendous +All I got is myself so fuck a co-defendant +Struck ass stripper, she tried to play me yo the whore's demented +[Outro] +Bronsolinio, Amuse Bouche +Just a little fuckin' taste of that mouth bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Minute[Intro] +You dig? +You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that 4PF shit +You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that flooded Patek shit +I'm on that iced out Rollie shit, you dig? +[Chorus] +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +[Verse 1] +Hellcat, no scatpack, got a demon too +Beamer truck with the frog eyes, nigga who is you? +I'm gettin' money like rap dudes +I ain't even sold a record fool +All this money on me and it's blue +Neighborhood 6-0 the crew +If I don't do shit I'ma get me a check and I swear I'ma die 'bout these riches +These bankrolls too big for these britches +I heard that these niggas be snitches +I can't fuck with none of these new bitches +They can't wait to tell a nigga's business +I'ma stay on they ass 'til I'm finished +Run it up, it only took a minute +Fake daps and the fake hugs, most of these niggas be some haters +Salt don't kill players, these bitches still need favors +I done ran this shit way up +I can hear 'em screamin', ""Wait up"" +Drippin' on 'em, I got flavor +Lil nigga get your weight up +[Chorus] +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +[Verse 2] +Percocets got me traumatized +Nigga try me it's gon' be a homicide +They gon' run and hide when it's gunfire +Nigga I ain't lettin' shit slide +They gon' patrol with me, bitch I'm a G +I'ma make 'em fear it, respect it, or check it +I'm one of the real ones, tunnel vision on the way to the millions +Keep me a check, flooded Patek +I fuck with lil shawty, I bought her a Rollie +Pussy niggas tellin' lies, they don't know me +The same niggas talkin' down probably owe me +You a big dawg and I'm a big dawg but they know their motherfuckin' difference +Pushin' pounds, LA Fitness +I got twenty killers with me +I'ma go all the way this year, put it on my son +He gon' be a don, I'ma pop it 'til I'm done +Start throwin' dubs if I run out of ones +These niggas know how we come +Short Dracos with the big old drum +Run through it fast, I'ma break my thumbs, yeah +[Chorus] +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +[Outro] +I'ma pop my shit, ain't gon' bite my tongue, I'ma rock my shoes +I'ma keep my gun, I'ma rock my jewels, I'ma keep my gun2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"In My Hood[Verse 1] +Niggas screw they face up at me +On some real shit son they don’t want beef +I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray +There ain’t a shell left in my heat +Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down +You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it +You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out +Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking +I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode +If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll +Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold +Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load +The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck +Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup +I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk +Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk +[Chorus] +In my hood niggas got love for me +But I don’t go nowhere without my strap +In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy +And niggas just don’t know how to act +In my hood niggas is grimey +I stay on point, I roll with my gat +In my hood niggas might buck at me +So I keep something around to buck back +In my hood +[Verse 2] +I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul +When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told +Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth +Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face +Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race +Cause a robbery could turn into a homo’ case +Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate +Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake +Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake +These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em +I’m observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing +Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running +They make it harder and harder to pump on the block +I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot? +[Chorus] +In my hood niggas got love for me +But I don’t go nowhere without my strap +In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy +And niggas just don’t know how to act +In my hood niggas is grimey +I stay on point, I roll with my gat +In my hood niggas might buck at me +So I keep something around to buck back +In my hood +[Verse 3] +The house party off the hook until them shots go off +Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff +You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin +Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin +Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin +Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline +Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley +Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali +The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up +You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up +It ain’t good to do good in my hood +*Click-clack, blam* You know not to do good now +[Chorus] +In my hood niggas got love for me +But I don’t go nowhere without my strap +In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy +And niggas just don’t know how to act +In my hood niggas is grimey +I stay on point, I roll with my gat +In my hood niggas might buck at me +So I keep something around to buck back +In my hoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Violent Times(Verse 1: Slaine) +Oh I'm in love with the drugs, I'm in love with the women +I've got ""Drugs, Money, Sex."" tattooed on my arm and I take it from coast to coast +Yeah, this time is really rainin' on me, I've got no cover +The only one who thinks I'm handsome is my own mother +The street game is a bitch and I don't love her +When you dope they jones so I keep my poems gutter +I speak clearly into mics and I don't stutter +These other clowns talk loud and they won't shut up +I have declared war therefore from here on +There ain't no army that can attack that I ain't prepared for +I am in rare form, scarin' the norm +All night long 'til I disappear in the dawn +In between heaven and hell, my spirit is torn +Between the Virgin Mary and fly hookers wearing a thong +I'm on so many drugs that my eyes are blurry +But they still can't hide or disguise my fury +He who lives life slow will die in a hurry +Live by the gun, you fire in a violent flurry +(Chorus) +We're livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime +We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine cause I'm +Livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime +We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine +(Verse 2: Sick Jacken) +Well underground like the freedom movement +See our car in the street, salute it +These are bars from the psycho unit +We stay strong despite the lack of union +Cops throw us in the jail like the camps in Munich +Exiled in the palace of the most polluted +Fallen stars from ghetto spars and block shootings +Another soldier taken away to stop you and us from improving +It almost seems change is just an illusion +I'm losing my life before my pride +I'm a student of the revolution +Put me in a noose if I'm a nuisance +Give me a truce or get strong abuse from troops +That wanna break loose from the force you're using +We're rebelling in the form of music +Speak truth and I hope you use it +It's a sore world how Bush views it +We gotta take the power back and get through this +If not, there's no future for our kids, get to it +(Chorus) +(Verse 3: Ill Bill) +It was the first robbery of 2006 +Banana clips, a couple cops got shot +Listen to the sound of the police when the bullet rips through his knot +You hear nothing, just another tear drop in the plot +Another kid gets killed by a stray bullet +Another grandmother cries in the pulpit +It's bullshit, we need more justice of the people +Yet we sell drugs even though we know it's evil +It's a way lot more complicated than that +And that's why half the projects gravitated to crack +Nowdays the hustle game is all fucked up +Have you up state, doing 15 years for nothing +Not guilty were the first ones with good alibies +Cops is pissed, they got the whole hood paralyzed +Fuck all of y'all, prosecutors never can hurt me +Cause I've got big retainers with the best attorneys +(Chorus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"If I Should Die Before I Wake (Original Version)[Intro] +Fuck her, never knew her +Screw her, dump her body in the sewer +Our father, uh-huh +[Verse] +What you expected from his next of kin? (Yeah) +I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican +I got nines in the bedrooms, Glocks in the kitchen +A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' +Uh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin' +Niggas keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question +How many shots does it take (What?) +To make my heart stop and my body start to shake? +If I should die before I wake +[Outro] +All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know? +All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know? (Money hoes and clothes) +Funk flow, oh (Blunt smoke coming out the nose is all a nigga knows) +All I want is hoes, you know? Dough, flow (Money hoes and clothes) +All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know? (Big booty hoes) +All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know? +(Money hoes and clothes is all a nigga knows, uh) +Ain't no more verses! The fuck, y'all niggas? +Got shit rocking like I'm 'bout to just drop some new shit +A bastard child at the age of 16, get the game, yeah, man!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"This Ain’t No Lil’ Kid Rap (Remix)[Intro: Rah Digga] (Redman) +(Yessirrrrr~!) +Ev'rybody grown in here right?! (Rated M for mature bitches) +I'm sayin we got the King and Queen of Brick City up in this piece +(I'm grown as a mu'fucker!!!!) +I be seein y'all talkin shit about people too old to rap (NAH!!!) +Fuck outta here!!! What you mean too old to rap?! (Well let's get it then!) +I'll bust all y'all asses, quit playin with me! +Actin like you don't know! (Let's GO!) +[Verse One: Rah Digga] +SHIT!!!! Comin with that grown folk I ain't tryin to pick a fight +But this ain't a Fisher Price Kidz Bop Nick At Nite +This that Adult Swim rise by the gigabyte +No disrespect but I don't take you for the spittin type +You ain't got no ends in mi casa +I can get smooth Frank Sinatra or spank them in patois +Your girl Rah Rah I do this for a hobby +Whole crowd waitin for my shit, porta-potties +Them bars spill y'all ain't shocked as hell +I tell these retailers y'all better stock the shelves +These hoes be trippin on ""Tightropes,"" not Janelle's +""Make Music with my Mouth"" like Biz or Rahzel +Next to me y'all Mattel I'm Shells and Gazelles +It's News Chopper 12 when I rock the bells +Pass Doctor L commits to ass whoopin +Get the belt on these scabs I catch their ass lookin +[Chorus: Rah Digga] +HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here +UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here +SHIEEETTTTT!!! This that grown folks music +Homey think he fresh tell tell that motherfucker deuces +(STUPID) They say I'm what the game been missin +Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) +Could spend a whole lifetime fishin +Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission +[Verse Two: Redman] +YO, I hope no kids up in here, I'm exclusive +That's why them hoes +Hawkin+ me like Yusef {*WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF*} +Haters gon' hate, 'cause they chick on the rooster +SHORTY! I think your car seat need a booster +Drug abuser, Bricks, that's where the bass at +Out of town niggas, pay tax A.S.A.P +Verse for your Maybach, pockets on lypo +YEAAAAAAH!!! ""This is It"" like Michael +Drop E'RRY month like your me-nstrual cycle +I'm wide open sayin, ""Rappers, I don't like 'em"" +Tyson in his prime, Louis on Vuitton +And you never work like the project intercom +(NOOPE!) And that's why I'm a grown man, boy! +24 inch ashtray and Altoids +NEVER gettin dressed for the Soul Train Awards +I'm out there, next door to Elroy +BEYOTCH~! +[Chorus: Rah Digga] +HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here +UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here +SHHHHHH!!!! This that Brick City ish +And we ain't into beef in all that little kiddie ish +They say I'm what the game been missin +Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) +Could spend a whole lifetime fishin +Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission +[Bridge: Rah Digga] +They say I'm what the game been missin (I mean, they keep callin me!) +They say I'm what the game been missin (I been chillin) +They say I'm what the game been missin +Rappers sayin they are the best, but they ain't spittin (Bloggin me...) +They say I'm what the game been missin (Textin me...) +They say I'm what the game been missin +They say I'm what the game been missin +Real lyricist eveytime my name is mentioned +[Outro: Rah Digga] +ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!!! +[Redman] +Gillahouse, Rah Digga, what's good?!" +"Stop (Carry On)[Intro: Ebony Burke] +I know you think you struggling +And everything looks bad +Over the hug, you can't get +And that just makes you mad +Can't trust the man beside you +And got no real true friends +Keep waiting on the day +When all your drama's gonna end +[Chorus: Ebony Burke] +Stop, look and listen +Life, is a blessing +Stop, all your stressing +You'll, find what's missing +Just carry on, just carry on, just carry on +[U-God] +Life's so short, but I'm suppose to do it +Sit back, relax and enjoy the view +Smell the fresh air, the morning dew +Let the sunshine come beaming through +Broken rules, beneath the crimes +We all god's creatures, the streets is mine +Forget your stress, release your mind +Take all your worries, leave 'em all behind +Now, peep my rhyme and you see my cause +We all got problems, we all got flaws +We all got heartaches, we all got sores +Just make sure you take care of you and yours +[Chorus] +[U-God] +I got jewels for the mind, more fruit to eat +You are exceptional, you are unique +You are truly special, to be on earth +You are really blessed, it can be more worse +Now feel my hurt, hear my lions roar +Reach for your dreams and try to soar +Push through the door, the lord's thy sheppard +Lean on the shoulders, when times is hectic +People got problems, try to accept it +No food to eat, baby need pampers +People in the world need cures for cancer +I got questions, I need answers +[Chorus] +[U-God] +This one right here, I compose this lyric +For your self esteem, to up lift your spirit +Take my kindness for weakness, and you try to smear it +All you dumb, deaf and blinds, ain't trynna to hear it +It's the jealousy, envy, lust and greed +Care less for what ya want, or more of what you need +And it's hard to believe and have faith in people +When you stuck in the battle over good and evil +[Chorus] +[Outro: U-God] +Yo, don't worry ya head, sweetheart +Everything is gonna work out fine +If it was meant for you to have it +You'll have it, don't give up ya dreams, never +Ever, ever, give up ya dreams, keep on pushingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Luminal[Intro: GZA] +This is a tale of a town with the population +Of approximately two thousand people +A small close-knit community where crime +And murder were virtually unheard of +Where front doors were always left unlocked +A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams +[Verse 1] +For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow +Like those in this heart-pounding tale of random horror +Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it +Victims inflicted with passionate punishment +Specific offers of horrific torture +That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers +His ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down +Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town +Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked +Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks +As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney +So his childhood passion became a lifelong journey +Grew into a world of destruction, abduction +Left many body parts flowin' on the Hudson +Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched +Screams was high pitched from scars you can't stitch +Mutilated and decapitated, white-collar chicks +Just from his involvement in local politics +His outfit stained with the blood of the slain +While his backyard full of skeletal remains +His goal in life, was preparation for death +An autopsy showed asphyxiation, loss of breath +Was it his fascination, for strangulation +The lynchings in the 20's was his inspiration +Unspeakable acts that made front page +Motivated by an unexplainable rage +[Interlude: samples] +""A suspected killer plaguing this community +Has once again eluded police and detectives"" +""We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"" +""This nameless, faceless murderer +Has killed a couple, execution style, in their own home +Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat"" +""We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"" +[Verse 2] +The State psychologist, forensic pathologist +Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious +They ruled out the possibility that the killer be +Physically fit with athletic ability +Talley and murder, on his agenda +There was no word in his code for ""surrender"" +So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion +Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion +Compellin' evidence, statements from residents +Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence +From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire +The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva +DNA directly linked to the psycho +Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0 +For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved +A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve +The bullets had names that made the frames shatter +Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter +Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime +Made a hard discovery from one of many signs +While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner +He reacted in a loud and agitated matter +And once they tried to read him his rights +He turned cold as ice" +"Get It Shawty(Lil Wayne: talking) +Lloyd I got you +Yeah +(Lil Wayne:) +Ok, Im Weezy baby +And I am from the south where we call all our women baby +Hey baby, hey baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey +I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK +Black car, black car, girl I got a black car +Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card +You can be my bittersweet, shake that sugar and salt +Chain full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks +Car black, car big, car fast, Car-ter +Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner +Beat it up like its a drum, call me Travis Barker +Tat tat tat, boom boom, tat tat, boom boom, tat tat Brrrrrrrr Pshhh +(Lloyd:) +All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it +Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it +Ooo I wanna see ya get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty +Soo g-g-get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawtyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Nigga Wat (Remix)[Produced by Chris Surreal and TomTom] +[Intro: Lil Reese/Chief Keef] +Aye, Trigga Black +Lil Reese, (sosa) +Aye, Aye, Aye 3hunna +Im like Nigga wat Nigga wat +(aye) Nigga wat (x5) +[Hook: Chief Keef] +Nigga what? +Nigga what? +Nigga, nigga what? (x2) +Up this fucking gun, click-clack nigga what? +You don't want none, click-clack nigga what? +Nigga what? +Nigga what? +Nigga, nigga what? (x2) +Yo' bitch on me, but she gettin' none +Yea she want me, yep nigga what? +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Nigga wat im smoking blunts my shits big as fuck +Broski with me in the cut our guns ain't tucked +These niggas pussy they ain't out here, they ain't ridin +My niggas with me yes they ridin yall hidin (yall hidin) +O six four thats the block boy you can find me (we out here) +On the grind all day thats how im grindin +Niggas bitching they won't smoke, nowhere to find me +I be out here everyday man I ain't hidin (nah) +Rest in peace Robito ( lets get it), rest in peace to lil mo (L's) +Bitch rest in peace to Bruh O (O'block) +O six four bitch thats how that go (300) +[Hook: Chief Keef] +[Verse 2: Chief Keef] +Nigga what, nigga what, smoking big ass blunts +Of that Tooka like a hooka with my big ass gun +I'ma shoot it at ya medulla if ya reach for somethin' +I ain't playin' no games nigga I be creepin' ya +With my niggas and we're riding, they ain't hiding +They say they all here they are lying man +You think the opps get hit then you's a blind man +I bet you hear these shots if yous a deaf man +Rest in peace my nutman, aye +Rest in peace Robito, aye, aye +Sending shots up at your peephole +Sending shots up at your people2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Fuck Y’all Niggas* the same song appears on the outsidaz ""night life"" ep +Intro +Yeah, rah digga once again, about to set it on niggas +Representing for all my bitches across the globe +Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon... +Chorus 1 (rah digga) +Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas) +Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas) +Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas) +Fuck all y'all niggas (fuck all y'all niggas) +Verse 1 (rah digga) +All my bitches that had it up to here +We about to make changes coming in the new year +Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas) +Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas) +Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers +Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers +Fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas) +Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas) +Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money +Chanel money, nike and adidas shell money +Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang +Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money +It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting +Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it +Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well +Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels +Chorus 1 +Chorus 2 (young zee) +Fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches) +Fuck all y'all bitches (fuck all y'all bitches) +I don't trust y'all bitches (don't trust y'all bitches) +So fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches) +Verse 2 (young zee) +On my room ceiling, i got mad mirrors built in +So when i fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the hilton +Fake dime hoes, you give 'em alizé +You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away +Y'all lame gucci bitches (fake gucci bitches) +Stink coochi bitches (stink coochi bitches) +My niggas pop girls up in back of zee's truck +But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck +Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding? +I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling +Tell your girls 'fuck everyone of us' +Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust +Drop your drawers, come slop my balls +You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and i... +Let your pretty ass run loose +And go distract the cops while your ass go 'boost!' +Chorus 1 +Chorus 2 +Chorus 1 +Chorus 2" +"U Down To RideYou down to ride nigga +Man I was raised round thugs nigga +Man it's Lil Boosie the 2005 juvie +In the hemi with the tooley +I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes +With a look upon my face that say homicide +Come take a ride in Baton Rouge where I'm runnin' loose +With a gun in hand everyday like 2Pac I'm juiced +Got my lil nigga in the back seat with a black hood with a doja of that backwoods +Rubber bands on his fingers you know my nigga stack wood2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Two Seater[Chorus] +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I'm startin' out early on a Saturday night +It's six, my gear is fixed and I'm feelin' alright +My profile from my Z as pretty as can be +Get out your shit and come ride with me, yeah +What's up, baby? You headed my way? +I'm off to the Westside to hit the highway +So park your Jeep hеre and get in my ride +You'll bе well taken care of once you're inside +I got automatic locks, newly installed shocks +To care of the bumps as we ease over the rocks +I got the what, huh, the boomin' sound system +To take you in your ears to another dimension +As I listen, to whatever you got to speak +I'm pumpin' you over smoothed out beats +Now rock the boat, sugar, but don't you tip it over +I used to get busy in the back of my mom's Nova +But now it's all about you +Still, you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +[Chorus] +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what, say what, say what) +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what, say what, say what) +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what, say what, say what) +[Verse 2] +They all know that I'm scorchin' hot +I'm too much as I rock your knot, they try to keep in touch +But I keep 'em at a distance +I know their resistance is low 'cause I got the stuff that's good to go +You could come see me and observe +How I kick a hors d'oeuvre, first come, first served +(Come watch me now) +In the twilight, I hit the highlight to read the captions +To exactly who I'm waxin' +I kick it all the way to fifth before I downshift +Four, three, two, one, as I cap my gift (Blast off) +I'm ready for the type of action that can only happen +In my ride while I'm rappin' +I'm ready to get it on and do the do +Still you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Hit it) +[Chorus] +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what, say what, say what) +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what, say what, say what) +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +[Verse 3] +Now, ridin' down the ave, it's about that time (Time) +Rain and grime, my shit still shine (Shine) +I got what you call an itching for a scratch +Ready to reattach then lock my latch +I got my shades down low as a listen to the beat flow +Yeah, and I let down my window +I got a blackberry tree hanging from my rearview +Baby, put there to tempt you (Yeah, baby) +When in L.A., I hit the 110 in my friend's Benz +'Cause the ride never ends +But right now, I'm chillin' in the East +Where the only harbor is beauty running from the beast +As I dip dive, down the I-95 +Hit Phatlanta, do you wanna take a ride? (Ride, ride) +I'm fixin' to get wit' you +But there's only room for two, gotta leave behind the crew (True dat) +Looking good, your eyes twinkle like a star +Have to say it, you remind me of my car as I play it +Mary J. CD, singin' I wanna be happy, but not with K-Ci +I need a man that don't mind ridin' shotgun +Let me control this, it could be fun +You keep it real, I'll let you touch my steering wheel +Still you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Hit it, baby) +[Chorus] +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what, say what) +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what) +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +(Say what, say what, say what) +If you wanna ride good life, baby +You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater +[Outro] +Bentley, droptop, ridin' good life, baby +In the two seater +You can't smoke in the two seater +Yeah, ridin' good life, ha +I know you jealous, ha +Ha, I know you wish you had this, ah, yeah +Ridin' good life, yeah, ridin'" +"The TruthThe national guard, still tearing the hood apart +(...)" +"Vlad TV*Clip from a Boosie interview with VLAD TV* +[BOOSIE TALKING] +I had a big problem with the court system +And uh +District attorneys, prosecutors +Alot of people was tryna uh take my life +As far as you know in the court system +[VERSE 1] +I graduated from a block down south on tha corner +Get out tha mudd +On my own, Ima hustla +Mama put me out +So I stayed wit Big Mama +Went to cocaine cooking school +And tha teacher was my uncle +Every since I was a youngsta +I been tryna chase a bag +Not a gang banger, but a gangsta wit a past +Strapped up and bad +Man I get it from my Dad +Easy town gangsta +Man them Hatches bout that yeah +Motherfucker yeah! +*Clip from Interview* +VLAD: At 14, what did you start with? Did you start selling crack or was it sumin else? +BOOSIE: Well my first job was 11. I was a look out for tha people on tha corner. My 2nd job, I started hustlin'. Uh I started off selling crack, weed.... +[VERSE 2] +My aunties dated dope dealers +No broke niggas +If you my dawg +Then I scored wit ya, fucked hoes wit ya +Plus school ain't really teach me what I was lookin' fa +Get my family out tha motherfuckin' mudd +Livin' good, what I was lookin' fa +Went to codeine class +Made a quarter mill +Offered a deal, shit got real +Had to pop a pill (2 by 2) +Was a beast in tha streets +Yeah, I got it +Better cop from him +If it's beef, they gettin' you +And they stoppin' slim +*Clip from Interview* +BOOSIE: That's how I hustled. You know, that's what I know how to..that's what I raised to make money off during the streets. You know, I know how to get money. It's not positive money... +But I was taught to go get tha money..fuck it +[VERSE 3] +This for all my teachers +Bronson & Lil Donkey (Donk!) +They told me up in class +When I ride, keep it on me +PCP at 16 +Followed by tha marijuana +Get a hall pass, and go straight to tha corner (Thuggin) +Got my own block +And I got bout 9 students +3 or 4 was hustlas +But tha others, they was foolish +You look crazy, they gon' shoot it +We don't play that on my side +They hate you in yo city +Move away, and live yo life +*Clip from Interview* +BOOSIE: And it's always like that. Wherever you from, you will get hated the most. You know, most rappers die in they own city. It's a fact. You know what they hate you for, no reason. They hate you for, They hate you for your success +[VERSE 4] +I got tha streets on lock +I'm they generation PAC +I spit it from tha heart +And they feel it up inside +Still a hood nigga +Showin' money in my pictures +Or I can put a suit on nigga +And get a million +My name brang millions +Talkin' to investors +You dealin' wit a nigga who had something very special +Tha whole damn street +And that's a whole nutha level +They vote for me +No matter who in tha motherfuckin election +Boosie Badazz (Hood President) +*Clip from Interview* +BOOSIE: They girl listening to yo music...they go downstairs, the kids doing a dance to yo music...now they are hypnotized with hatredEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"SUWU[Intro: Lil Wayne (DJ Drama)] +Yeah, I really don't wear shades when I do my verses +But uh, sometimes I don't want to see my words +This for you, Six shit +Yeah, hello? +(Free 6LACK) +Brrr, Hello? +Fuck it, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah... +(Mafia Family, that is) +Dedication 6 +(Free C5!) +[Verse 1] +Roses are red, our eyes are too, yeah +The pillows, the bed, the light bulbs too, Suwu +The scarf on my head and her drawers too +None of this shit she heard before +My lies all new, true +I cross my heart, I won't cross you, damn +Ride me so good I need horse shoes, ohh +Eat that shit out like some soul food, yeah +Cut the shit down, you'll hear old Tune, brrp +She come to my house and I got drugs layin' 'round +So easy to pick up, and they so hard to put down +Gift and a curse +And she don't mind fuckin' with girls +As long as Tiffany's first +Hello, fuck it +[Hook] +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She get a little brazy, but she still wavy (Suwu) +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She get a little faded, but she still savin' (Fuck you) +[Verse 2] +Roses are red, our eyeballs too +We go from the sofa, to floor, to the bed, these nice walls too +Roses are red, our skin tone too, yeah +Let's go off to space, the way stars do, (Pewm) +We gone, it's all in our heads, and our hearts too, (Vroom) +I'm gone, she waitin' in bed for that part two, (Skrt) +I'm back, and we argue all mornin', fuck all noon, (Err-Ehh) +That's what the bed and the walls do +Hel-Hello? She come to my house and I got guns layin' 'round +But, she treat each one of them like it's her own child +Gift and the curse +And she don't mind fuckin' with girls as long as Tiffany's first +Hello, fuck it (Suwu) +Roses are red and my stones too +The roses are dead and my phone too +Damn, I'm changin' her life, her ringtone too +Cut that shit down, you'll hear old Tune +[Hook] +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She-she get a little brazy, but your bitch basic +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She said, ""Fuck that nigga, Baby, I'm your real baby."" +(Fuck it) +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She get a little faded, but she steal safely3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Beat Biters[Intro: Missy Elliott] +She's a... +Uh, uh... bitch +Yo... I'ma tell y'all straight up and down +It's like this fo'real, it's goin' down like this fo'real +She's ahh... (Tell 'em) +Bitch (Bitch) +I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin' +You know what I'm sayin'? +I'm a bring it to y'all like this +[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] +By all means necessary +You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby's daddy +They say, ""Oh Missy, you wack"" but y'all not ready +'Cause I come back like a smack +You hear my gats in yo back (Blat-blat-blat) +Huh, like spaghetti +Half of y'all MC's be stinkin' like boobetti +So your record label cut you off like confetti +Then you wanna call Missy and beg me, beg me (Who?) +Ooh, beg me, beg me +Dang, I'm very scary +Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie +Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry +See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me +Ooh, that's fine and dandy +Hey daddy, daddy +Why these chicken heads? Ooh, they be so petty +Hey, nah, nah, nah, you best not test me +I keep tellin' you nah, you never ready +Nah, you never ready +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +Get rowdy (Say what?) +Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) +Keep my high niggas 'round me (Ooh!) +Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up +Get rowdy (Get rowdy, baby) +Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) +Keep my high niggas 'round me +Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it, baby, what? +[Verse 2: Missy Elliott] +In the club, I see niggas +They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugars +So I cut them short like some scissors +They trying to take me home, they give me liquor +You know who I am? I'm a bitch +Do you know what I make? Filthy rich +Do you know what this means? Gotta get +I thought you was a freak, never that +You see me on the road, when I stroll +I float through the toll, like whoa (Beep beep) +You just a silly ho, this I know +You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (What?) +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +Get rowdy (Aha!) +Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) +Keep my high niggas 'round me (Say what!) +Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up +Get rowdy (Aha!) +Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) +Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) +Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby, what! +[Breakdown: Timbaland] +Yo, this is Timbaland +Callin' from the Matrix y'all +And this how we do it +Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what +[Verse 3: Missy Elliott] +Beat biter, dope style taker, originator +Or just an imitator +Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em +Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one to grade 'em +Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em +How dare you make 'em, just like we made 'em +And I won't play 'em, and I won't say 'em +Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +Get rowdy (Aha!) +Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) +Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) +Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up +Get rowdy (Get rowdy!) +Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) +Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) +Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby, what! +[Verse 4: Missy Elliott] +Now see this one right here (Ooh) +This is for everybody (Ooh) +This is for my people East (What, what?) (Ooh) +East, West, South +East (Ooh) +West, South (Ooh) +(Yo baby, talk to them) +But you know what, before I get up on outta here (Ooh) +I gotta say one thing to y'all beat biters (Ooh) +It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (Ooh) +You know what I'm sayin'? +And I'm kinda sick of that (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky-boom, ficky-boom) +That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky boom, ficky boom) +That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky boom, ficky boom) +That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky, boom ficky, boom) +On everything, y'all gotta come up with +Y'all own creativity, y'all own originality, y'all own style +You know what I'm sayin' +Heh, you gonna be left behind this time +Aight, ain't no love lost +All need you to do is stop beat bitin'! +[Outro: Timbaland] +That was Missy +Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix +You heard that +Shh" +"FireYeah, I heard somebody say fire +Y'all want heat, here go heat, right here +Lyte the MC, Neb Luv, show them what heat's got +Yeah, we spittin' venom in 'em, whether it's men or women +I kill 'em like the ? and dismiss 'em at the minimum +I'm leavin' 'em twisted like a braid, glow like a fade +My lyric cut your spirit like a swiss army switchblade +The more in my cup, the more dangerous +More that I bust, they call me angel dust +I'm heat proof, flip a nigga off their feet +Then creep the streets and ? underneath +The skin off the bone, how I burn a MC +Stop, look and listen, and learn from me +I got that fi-i-i-ire, get lost and pay the cost +Get tossed, that's your only option +You're locked in cause I'm blockin' your oxygen +I'm knockin' your chin, rockin' your noggin +I'm rollin' with Foxx and them +Bitches better quit before Lyte hit, fuck what you thought +Niggas gettin' caught +Heat scorchin', torchin' +Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution +Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' +Yo, fuck ? +Heat scorchin', torchin' +Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution +Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' +Yo, fuck ? + [Neb Luv] +I breathe through, bleed through +The track, you suckers are see-through +React with a mack, you're fake, I could read through +Like buck, youse a soft crook +But look twisted and catch your heart hook +The street, plus my niggas gotta eat like kings +This chick carry heat supreme +?, sinister, make you a believer +Conniving industry cats be lying, spying +On the sick chick, with them sick hits +No, here's a sick tip, keep this your business +Music addictive, ?, voice +Layin' the cuts in the Royce five four +Flow like C4 through your door +Hit ya open like pores, bang baby get you on the floor +You know how it is when you move till your sore +Nothing but the bubbly, ain't nobody poor +Heat scorchin', torchin' +Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution +Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' +Yo, fuck ? +Heat scorchin', torchin' +Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution +Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' +Yo, fuck ? +Burnin' MC's at 99.9 degrees +With flows like these I keep 'em on they knees +Torturin', they sit motionless +After they feel the dust they can't get with us +I'm razor sharp, comin' for your main artery +It ain't hard for me, it ain't hard to see this +Fi-i-i-ire + [Neb Luv] +Blaze like inferno, injure internal +Damn right, Neb and Lyte crew will hurt you +Suffocate the body like heat wave we'll work you +Till you're purple, till you feel the pain +I'm a shine, keep it live, baby feel the flame +From top to bottom, cut 'em, gutter, we got 'em +Do 'em like the ?, leave the rest for rock and I swear +It ain't no calm for us in here, we got the fi-i-i-ire nigga +Heat scorchin', torchin' +Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution +Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' +Yo, fuck ? +Heat scorchin', torchin' +Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution +Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' +Yo, fuck ?" +"This Christmas[Intro] +This Christmas +I'ma send this out to my niggas locked up +My niggas in Hunts, my niggas in DC, out in Angola +My niggas in the fed joint +(Won't be like the others) +I know you're prayin', nigga, straight up +[Chorus] +This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others) +Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) +But it won't be the same at all (Why?) +'Cause I done let my people down +Prison walls, they closin' in (In) +Try my best to shed no tears (None) +But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas +[Verse 1] +They just gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (Damn, Bobby) +Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas time +And it's niggas on the street, they barely pick up the line +His dawg who ridin' with him for real, he fightin' a dime +This the life and times +Don't get a visit, he ready to fight, G a crash dummy (Real crash) +And he got some niggas gon' listen to him, who'll crash for him +Last year he was ballin', know he the name all them hoes was callin' for +Got his time, now they doggin' woe, he sleep on 'signment so +We both look out the window as the Christmas carol jingle (Man) +Holiday spirits got us freakin', wanna mingle (What up, girl?), and tangle (Tangle) +It's Christmas time, so girl don't be no stranger +God like this was what you get for bein' a gangster (Gangster) +(That's cold, you heard me?) +[Chorus] +This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others) +Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) +But it won't be the same at all (Won't be the same at all) +'Cause I done let my people down +Prison walls, they closin' in (In) +Try my best to shed no tears (Man) +But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas +[Verse 2] +It got some people ain't gon' get much for Christmas, huh +It got some people ain't gon' get nothin' for Christmas, Lord +I miss my kids, I need the weed for Christmas (I need the weed for Christmas) +Two niggas on side me ain't even believe in Christmas (Oh Lord) +So I light me a stick, get on the phone, talk to my bitch +Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick +Push-ups when I jump out that bitch +After that, go chop it up with the clique +I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit +Yeah, I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit +But I'd rather a bitch who taste just like a tuna +Open the mail, it's a letter from Ruger +We both on a body, they say he my shooter +I'm tellin' them how these lil' hoes +They been runnin' and fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up +Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler +Chains on my neck like I got me a jeweler +Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie +And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it +This shit fucked up +[Chorus] +This Christmas won't be like the others (This for my niggas doin' 20 and 30 years and shit, ain't got no outdate) +Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Free BG, niggas in Angola, C-Murder) +But it won't be the same at all (Niggas in San Quentin) +'Cause I done let my people down (Free Tooly, nigga, niggas in the feds, free Flava) +Prison walls, they closin' in (Kentucky, free Craig, niggas in Texas) +Try my best to shed no tears (Niggas down the road) +But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas (All my niggas down the road, nigga, yeah) +[Outro] +Hold your head, nigga +Don't get a visit, he ready to crash +Hold your head, nigga +Work on your case if you go to the bed +Savage Holidays (Hold your head, Lil Titan) +You gotta stay strong on them holidays, for realEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Kick in the Door[Skit - Trevin Jones] +Welcome back, we're here on Bad Boy Television, and I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad. We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience. Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from +Shay - Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle. and I just don't understand; why you so mad? Like, what are you so mad about? +The Mad Rapper - Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why? Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question youknowhatI'msayin'? Who the fuck is you? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper) YouknowhatI'msayin? You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show) +I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, youknowsayin? They drivin' around in hot cars, youknowsayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language). YouknowhatI'ms--? I'm still livin' with my Moms, youknowhatI'msayin? That's my word. YouknowI'ms--? +I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made, this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album. I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records. That ""Ready to Die"" shit, it was aight, it was aightYouknowI'msayin, that shit was aight, it was cool. But my shit is J--more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit And they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin, ""I recognize"" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions, youknowhatI'msayin? Who is you? +[Interlude: Martin Lawrence] +I gots to talk +I gotta tell what I feel +I gotta talk about my life as I see it +[Intro - The Notorious B.I.G.] +Biggie +This goes out to you +This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you +This goes out to you +This goes out to you +This goes out to you, and you, and you +[Verse 1] +Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns +As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons +Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan +It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa +You got to call me Francis M.H +White, intake light tokes, tote iron +Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin' +Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to +Flip on that cat with that grip on rap? +The most shady, (Tell Em!) Frankie baby +Ain't no telling where +I may be, may see me in D.C +At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing +Fucking something, you should know my steelo +Went from ten Gs for blow to thirty Gs a show +To orgies with hoes I never seen before +So, Jesus, get off the Notorious' +Penis before I squeeze and bust +If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome +And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get +You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya? +You still pedal shit, I got more rides than ""Great Adventure"" +Biggie (""How are you gonna do it?"") +[Chorus] +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie) +Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh) +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +[Verse 2] +On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet +Look how dark it get when you're marked for death +Should I start your breath or should I let you die +In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically +I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick +You cursed it, but rehearsed it +I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get +Stuck quickly for royalties and show money +Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them +Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got +Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks +Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks +Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick +Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique +Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch +I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma +[Chorus] +Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh) +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (uh, uh, uh) +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie) +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +[Verse 3] +This goes out for those that choose to use +Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y +Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye +Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it +Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88 +Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson +Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante +You wanna get on son, you need to ask me +Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings +Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing +It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit +Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit +Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue +They light weight, fragili, my nine milli +Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny +And you still recouping, stupid stupid stupid stupid...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Black Friday[Intro: Angie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, and Lil' Kim] +It’s funny ‘cause, you know, we’ve been asking people what they wanted to know +I mean, clearly, you’ve been having this thing with Kim +And I don’t know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you’re a rapper – +And I’m thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming - +Even though you say it’s not specifically about her - that Roman’s Revenge is for Kim +Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights +And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know – +SHUT THE FUCK UP! +[Verse 1] +Who the fuck want war? +Fed Ex beef straight to your front door +It will be a murder scene +I'm turnin' Pink Friday into Friday the 13th +A'ight you Lil' Kim clone clown +All this buffoonery, this shit stops now +Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds +I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage +We all know your last name is what got you your job +You a put together gimmick, something like a collage +Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause +Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a fucking garage? +This hood shit you and Drake ain't built for +This the shit this other bitch almost got killed for +I still counting what Hardcore generated +Bet my shit keeps spinning like its syndicated +Corny broad I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated +You hot air ass bitch, should have been deflated +This ain't a championship fight I been the greatest +See the fact is what you doing... I did it +Lames trying to clone my style and run with it +Thats cool. I was the first one with it +Yous a Lil' Kim wanna be, You just hate to admit it +I'm the blueprint, You ain't nothing brand new +Check ya posters and videos, You will always be number 2 +I seen them come. I seen them go. Still I remain +Sweety you on your 14th minute of fame +Im over 10 year strong still running the game +Cut the comparison, I'm in the legendary lane +Fighting for a spot... Child please I'm solidified +With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried +Either you high or sippin that shit Wayne on +I get top dollar for whatever my name on +Go stick your head in a tornado- Brainstorm +I drop bombs- Flex, Napalms +Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto +Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos +Pussy so pink like my kitty sayin hello +If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs +I'm from Brooklyn I be everywhere comfortably +Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me? +You the type to run your mouth and then run from me +I'm poppin off in your hood with no company +C'mon, Queens ain't showin you no love +I was there the other night poppin bottles with the thugs +You like Washington heffa I'm Benji +You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy +Oh yeah welcome to the fam Fendi +You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match +That means the end is near soon, copy that? +Oh I see they really got you gassed, like I'm a thing of the past +Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash +Stank pussy ho, I'm givin you a bath +Thermometer in hand and I'm comin for ya ass +Who you think you gettin past? +I see right through you, your whole shit is made of glass +[Clip of Nicki Minaj's 'Right Through Me'] +[Verse 2] +I draw back +I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough bitch +Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit +I ride out til the wheels fall off +And my niggas squeeze til the last shell go off +Fuck your whole team all I see is a bunch of wierdos +You'sa airhead bitch- scarecrow +Ain't nothin old but my money bitch +This is grown liquid assets +Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money bastards +You and Diddy- sorry bunch of swagger jackers +I mothered you hoes I should claim you on my income taxes +Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great +So on my next move I'm yellin' checkmate +I smell a massacre +I'm Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her +Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me +Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy +Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy +You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs +You're garbage, so I'm takin out the trash +You? Shit on me? +C'mon baby girl- Ain't enough ass shots in the world +You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit +But you could never fuck with me +So chuck it up deuces +All around the world I ball like a ball team +I stack chips, call me Miss Rothstein +Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring +Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring +[Outro: Lil Kim mocking Nicki Minaj] +""I mean I know... I know you guys asked me if Roman’s Revenge was about Kim... +And no, I, it’s not about Kim... +Actually if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry +I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim +I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity... I lost my teeth and my mind...""" +"Shoes[Verse] +OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning +Dick in your mouth while you're yawning, I'm going in +Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me? +I bring it to your front door like you ordered me +Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich +On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge +Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom +A big-head nigga couldn’t even imagine +The shit I do, most doers never done +I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, ooh, you better cum +Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit +I still b—beat your ass like a fucking drumstick +Weezy Fucking Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick +The money can’t fit in my pockets, but I bet that gun fit +And I’m so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers +And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster +Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho +And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho +What's the word around this ho? You get served around this ho +Yeah, you get served like a fucking hors d'œuvre around this ho +I don’t splurge around no ho, no, I don’t shine in front of no bitch +'Cause after she get off my dick, I be like ""Find the front door, bitch"" +I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by +I done fucked your bitch a hundred times +What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick +I call her ""dickhead,"" spicy like a Big Red +Strike you like a Bic head—your flow sick? My shit dead +Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab +You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance +I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad +Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland +We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam +No Ceilings, R.I.P., amen +Motherfucking caveman, beating on my chest +Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eating all the rest +Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended +Riding high like I'm on 54 inches +Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches +Ch—Chill like— Ch—Chill like an Eskimo +L—Let's get more— Let's get more bitches +And I be like, ""Let's get more bitches"" +Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches +Stop letting the messy hoes mess with your business +Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney +Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh +Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh +I—I—I do me; no, I do three +At a T... I-M-E +Why, when we say we Young Mula +The bitches leave y'all and relay-run to us +And payday comes sooner than later 'round here +And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here +Hey, you better stop the hate around there +Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah +You see it in my face, I don’t care +Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there +I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet +Everybody wan' be fly but don’t know where their wings at +Huh, had to pause for a minute +Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women +On a scale of one to ten'n, my girl be a twenty +My girl so bad, make a nigga think he sinning +My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me +Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me +Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies +All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E +Mic check, two-three; I'm different like blue pee +And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be +Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding +And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid +You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving +And I been here, but my soul is just arriving +Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin +No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing +Medication free, and for meditation, we +Smoke some better tastin' weed that you’ll ever taste or see +S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than +Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been +Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying +I can do whatever if I'm planning that +So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack +And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back +Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at? +Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back +All up in another nigga woman, I be ramming that +Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate +Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it +And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists +I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though +I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios +That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me +And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me +Hahaha! +[Outro] +No—No Ceilings37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Interlude 3I tell you, there are no big shots in reality, y'all +We're all in the same boat, dealing with the same issues, same problems, same stuff. Don't even buy it. All the perpetration... you know, all this... ""We don't have problems."" That's a lie. That's a lie. I know that the enemy is doing the same thing to me that he's doing to everybody else. I just know now that the only way to get out is through confrontation. See, we always thought it was retreat, you know, run away. And I'm telling you, you got to confront it +This is a strange song because this song -- when this song was written, this is when everything sort of stopped. It was written a long time ago, but it was right before God just snatched me out of everything. And because I didn't understand... Initially it was written -- I'd written it about the whole Amadou Diallo situation, when it first happened. And I went to the studio, and I laid it down. And it was like, strong, for the first day. And then it just regressed everyday after that. And I said, ""What's going on? What's happening?"" +And at the end of it there was a word that i used, ""rebel."" And I guess was afraid. It was such a hot time in the city at that point, I was afraid that if I +Put the record out, people would misunderstand what I meant by ""rebel"" and they'd just take it to the streets. So I was very intimidated and afraid. And before I knew it a whole host of things happened. Everything stopped after that. And the creativity stopped. Everything stopped. That's when I realized I had to understand what I was talking about before I could tell somebody else what I was talking about. And I had to be, you know, a living example +It's real crazy because I don't know what the press is saying because I don't listen to the press too much. But I know the view is that I'm emotionally unstable, which is reality. Like you aren't? +I'm laughing because what I've realized I've become is one of those mad scientists who does the tests on themselves first, you see, to make sure that they work. And that's when you know, OK look, I got something that works. You know what I'm saying? I'm not gonna give you something that I haven't tested for myself. And you go through, and you're learning by way of experience, and you're making mistakes, and you're getting up +A friend of mine once said to me, he said, Look, if we weren't supposed to turn around, why does a car have a steering wheel? Are we just supposed to crash into the wall? No, we're supposed to say, Listen, I was going the wrong way... Reverse! +In this particular song, now I realize that this song is about freedom. You see? We could look at one human being, but it's about the spirit of freedom being taken out, and how it's taken out in all of us +The song is called ""I Find It Hard to Say."" Bear with me a little bit" +"Raw[Hook: Raekwon] +Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door +Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door +Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door +Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more +[Raekwon] +900 dollars on the glass table +Wally Clark Gable unable +Blow it on a grey goose +Picture that, elephant skin +Cardier glasses dim +What's that? Gold around the rim +Hollywoodizin, without goin Hollywood +Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood +Stop that scrutenizin, naturize +See my paper rise, promotin it at Lakeshore Drive +Trickin at the shark bar, God +Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah +Rare start grappin the hair, playin Cuban Linx +Spinnin like the swivel chair, yea +No question +[Baby Thad] +The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her +And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her +Then I found out y'all was too many dykers +Now I'm hyper, beggin you to hook me with a cypher +See me in the tunnel and you trouble me +Get my dick hard dancin, sippin my bubbly +Yo, beat me in the head, talkin 'bout how you got a man +That can't get freaky as I wanna be +No talk, Giant Size in the game +Colt 45, appliance in the game +Tyra's in the game, huh? +Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change +[Hook 2X] +[Raekwon] +2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid +Light skin, what up? Stop splashin +Slang got niggas in the choke hold +Freakin their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo +Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin, bets play that +Ping-pong champion cats, what? +Chantin out Walk Myers +Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz +With $10,000 in flyers +[Baby Thad] +The squellin I'm for in the six range things +Make the loyaliest cats, Flipmode do strange things +Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers +Stay phat in it +[Chip Banks] +Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson +Play a brother close to Puff is Branson +Ice work, gleamin I'm catchin them, glancin +I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em +White bitches with Banky like, ""You handsome"" +Flyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansion +Only one way you spendin the night in here tonight +*singing* If your head is right +[Raekwon] +Dance turn into a romance +Dance turn into a romance +Get up, get down, move around, cover ground +Throw it on the brother now, you swore +I had your mother on the ground +High rollers that know us +Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock Polo's +Here they hold they shoulders, yo +Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team +Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon +[Hook 3X]" +"Wartime[Produced by $hop With Ken] +[Intro: Gus] +Ken stop the beat, I think I'm out of breath +Start that bitch back +[Hook: Webbie] +These boys don't realize it gets wild at war time +Better watch your rear side, when I, spark iron +Get out and explode and reload, and start firin' +Hollows what we load and creep low at dark time +These boys don't realize it gets wild at war time +Better watch your rear side, when I, spark iron +Get out and explode and reload, and start firin' +Hollows what we load and creep low at dark time +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +At dark time, I spark iron, I'm real sick at nightfall +Jump in my nigga's beef and call the shots if I don't like y'all +Ask D, ask Trell, ask T, ask Mel +When tears drop, I'm real hot, don't give a fuck about jail +For 2 G's, you will bleed from your head to your toe +Niggas do without the love but they need some bread and soap +Webbie know how it is when we be beefin' that nigga +Who made that song, he know it's on when I see him +From 8 PM to 5, we alive off that X +Doin' drivebys, hit the block and holla 'bout who's next +This G shit, like sex, Gotta have and I like it +I'm a dirty ass nigga, bust your head and fuck your wife +[Outro: O-Dog] +Aye homie you need some help? +Uhh... uhh... +*Gunshots* +Punk ass nigga, come on niggas! +------ +I thought killin' those fools would make me feel good5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Raised Different / Time Fly[Intro: Lil Durk] +Got my brother Trav with me +Pooh you a fool for this one +Cause he gon' talk to they souls +And he gon' talk to these trenches +Yeah yeah +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I was raised different from all these niggas +If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas +You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you +Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas +Cause I'm different +I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly +And these bitches crazy +I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline +I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract +I forgave you for what you did +You can't take time back +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Yeah! +I was on parole and them gang members couldn't contact +Know some niggas workin' all the bitches +Still askin' me where the guns at +Sum happen to you +It's gon' be the same niggas really tryna slide back +You couldn't get that lawyer money up +When he asked, now he can't get that time back +And I was sold for real +And it's some niggas you ain't gotta call +Cause they know who to kill +Had my hand out three, four times cause it was slow for real +And my uncle lost his mind he was off that blow for real +Dope +Back then I used to wash up with water +I couldn't afford no soap +Back then OG was problem +They wasn't givin' out hope +I had to repeatedly call you +I had to remind you to tote +He took that case it's your problem +So go send money to bro, YEAH! +My momma told me no company +Them ain't my friends they don't fuck with me +Know some day ones turned to haters +Can't get a buck from me +I signed my deal when I went to jail +Feel like I can't duck the streets +I know some niggas who stole some percs +They seem like clucks to me +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I was raised different from all these niggas +If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas +You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you +Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas +Cause I'm different +I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly +And these bitches crazy +I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline +I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract +I forgave you for what you did +You can't take time back +[Verse 2: Trav] +When it's time for a show, it's a vibe full of niggas +When it's time to put in work, it's a hand full of niggas +I got the drop on the opp +Lucky jamed on these niggas +They be puttin' white sheets, puttin' candles for you niggas +They don't know we so different +You ain't nun like my niggas +Pillow talkin' with these hoes, you be tellin' niggas feelings +Tellin' bitches you my bro, but you never like my pictures +You startin' to break the code, got me thinkin' you a witness +All my niggas come and hit you up, ambulance come pick you up +Nigga you ain't did enough +Nigga you ain't real enough +We not the same, you are talkin' to a monster +Nigga you ain't gang if you can't go back where you come from +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I was raised different from all these niggas +If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas +You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you +Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas +Cause I'm different +I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly +And these bitches crazy +I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline +I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract +I forgave you for what you did +You can't take time back +[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta] +In my hood I'm MJ without the shoe deal +Covered 'Bron without the hoop deal +I'm from South Memphis where they catch shit +And they don't give a fuck what you did +Pull up broad day and I don't care who see it +Run in the house I don't give a fuck who live +? Park killed my dog +Hurt my heart, I don't give a fuck who hear +And I'm dedicated to the set +Got a bill box she wanna talk to me +Gotta have sauce you wanna walk with me +Make them heads stop when you across the street +I'm different +And I'm heavy money like I'm Eddie Griffin +And my kidneys killin' me, I'm steady sippin' +My lil niggas robbin' and they steady Crippin' +Bought my bitch a home and she steady trippin' +This ain't even my song but I'm steady rippin' +Trav leave me alone, give me a second minute +I'm just in my zone, I'm just snappin' nigga +Nigga play with blood then I'm clappin' niggas +Oouu, rappin' ass laffy taffy niggas +We ain't doin' no business, I ain't rappin' with ya +We ain't doin' no kiddin', I ain't clappin' with ya +She don't ever kiss me, she ain't happy with me +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I was raised different from all these niggas +If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas +You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you +Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas +Cause I'm different +I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly +And these bitches crazy +I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline +I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract +I forgave you for what you did +You can't take time back1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Mrs. Officer[Intro: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] +Ayy +Ayy (yeah) +Hey (yeah) +Ayy, ayy, ayy +(Valentino) Woo woo woo! (yeah, yeah) yeah yeah yeah +(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (yeah) yeah yeah yeah +(Yeah) Woo woo woo! Yeah yeah yeah +(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (Bobby Valentino) +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] +When I get up all in ya (yeah) +We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah) +We can see the sunrise before us (yeah) +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +(Deezle on the beat) I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha) +I make ya say +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)] +Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop +I got stopped by a lady cop, haha +She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha +Cause her uniform fit her so tight +She read me my rights +She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights +She said I have the right, to remain silent +Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren +Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah +And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss +And she know I get high, a-bove the law +And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets +And all she want me to do is fuck the police +Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) +Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us (yeah) +We can see the sunrise before us (umm) +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)] +Haha, and after we got done +I said ""Lady, what's your number?"" She said ""911"" +Hah, emergency only +Head doctor perform surgery on me +Yeah, and now I'm healed +I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels +Then I beat it like a cop +Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop +Hahah! Beat it like a cop +Rodney King baby said ""Beat it like a cop"" +But I ain't tryna be violent +But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless +Mrs. Officer +I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh? +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Like a cop car +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd & (Bobby Valentino)] +Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer +Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya +I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster +I'm wanted by every lady cop all over +That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya +Hands so big, you thought I told, ""Pull it over"" +She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover +Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car +Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off +All you heard over the dispatcher is... +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh wee) +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say +[Bridge: Bobby Valentino] +Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key +Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift +Cause it's on tonight +Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head +And I can't wait to get it on +I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Beef[Intro] +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +On that money, sprint to that green +(On that money, sprint to that green) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Infrared, yeah, we love them beams +(Infrared, yeah, we love them beams, man down) +My niggas thirsty, I love that team +(My niggas thirsty, I love that team) +Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things +(Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things) +I'm out here, no hide and seek +(I'm out here, no hide and seek) +Banded up in my Republic jeans +(Banded up in my Republic jeans) +Got some new niggas that'll ride for me +(Got some new niggas that'll ride for me) +I neva stack, I'm 2414 +(I neva stack, I'm 2414) +Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team +(Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team) +He a stain, yeah, we love them things +(He a stain, yeah, we love them things) +Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene +(Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Where I'm from, my niggas wet +(Where I'm from, my niggas wet) +You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten +(You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten) +Run up on me, betta think again +(Run up on me, betta think again) +Headshot, he won't think again +(Headshot, he won't think again) +OTF, GBE, we the shit +(OTF, GBE, we the shit) +Off the lean, I call that the kick +(Off the lean, I call that the kick) +I'm with Reese and we off the shit +(I'm with Reese and we off the shit) +We shoot shots, we neva call it quits +(We shoot shots, we neva call it quits) +L's up for my hittas +(L's up for my hittas) +Free all of my niggas +(Free all of my niggas) +Big toys like Christmas +(Big toys like Christmas) +Make it rain on these bitches +(Make it rain on these bitches) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Verse 3: Fredo Santana] +Fuck nigga, don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, don't want no beef) +300, we in them streets +(300, we in them streets.) +Bodies droppin' like e'ry week +(Bodies droppin' like e'ry week) +We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats +(We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats) +In the field duckin' the police +(In the field duckin the police) +Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe +(Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe) +300, we'll take yo' life +(300, we'll take yo' life) +Savage shit, bitch, say that twice +(Savage shit, bitch, say that twice) +OTF, bitch, fuck the ops +(OTF, bitch, fuck the ops) +OTF, we on all these blocks +(OTF, we on all these blocks) +Lil Durk know where he stay +(Lil Durk know where he stay) +He'll be dead by the next day +(He'll be dead by the next day) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Billion$ On My MindILL BILL: +I don’t wear a chain, I snatch and bring them to Jack at Albee Square Mall +Big homie, bringing it back +Farragut Road, Uncle Howie’s heroin habits +No competition, these other rappers they’re all faggots +I keep it hotter than summer of 88 +Jordan 3’s on my feet, right before they dropped “Do the right thing” +Beyond that, I’m top rank +Hard beats, hard raps +Million dollar contracts, billions on my mind, man +The kid is prepared, always carrying pistols in pairs +I calculate like a digital scale +Kept it fresh even after Non Phixion was staled +Crashing Ferraris like Vince Neil after sniffing a rail +“ILL BILL be the future” is real +Volume 2: I’m Goon, homie, like an ice pick in your ear +My beats lock you up like I hit your face with a brick, you half-dead +But my lines is still making you think +ILL BILL, LCN, this felon is venomous +And get more pussy like Hellen DeGeneres +Extra-intelligent, relevant, degenerate +From Canarsie’s cemetery to The Glenwood tenements +Hang with gangs, bang beats, bang with pistols +Anything that I’m involved with bangs official +If she wants it like that, I'ma bang your sister +Run up on the president’s wife and bang the system +Listen +Oh, y’all didn’t know I make beats, did you? +There is a lot y’all motherfuckers don’t know about me, man +2007, ILL BILL, The motherfucking Cult Leader +The Hour of Reprisal, La Coka Nostra’s A Brand You Can Trust +I don’t know if y’all motherfuckers is ready, you think they ready? +SLAINE: +Yo, you wanna fucking drive for me, man? +You got to get drunk before you drive, what the fuck +ILL BILL is the future, I’m the past, I’m a never-was +Whatever, let this shit play +Banging shit, fuck itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Kamila[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Ahh-uhh +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon +Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia +She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia +Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian +I'm hard as fuck, heard this bitch equilibrium +Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila +I make it rain on her like a Floridian +Her baby daddy, that nigga a idiot +I gave her magic and then disappear +And her man threw the Patek, the Richard look prettier +Maison Margiela, she call it ""Margelia"" +Cum on Kamila, fuck on her period +Baby I'm yours 'til I cut the umbilical, gone +[Verse 2: Jay Jones] +Bad bitch in the Hollywood hills, I got molly wood thrills +I got lean withdrawals, substitute it with the pills +Give me head in the car, throw it out behind the wheel +Know well, I don't know how to deal, shawty real, shawty real (Yeah) +La-Kamila, tongue like a lizard how she licked it up +If it go down, I bet she get it up +She gon' sell her soul for them Dior Chuck's +She gon' bust it open in a Rolls truck +You ain't got no hope left +I was like ""whoa, Kemosabe"" +They got plenty hoes in the lobby +Can't hop out the Mazi with a thottie +I got Percs, I got molly +Baby, you get perks when you poppin' +I come from the dirt, from the bottom +Bitch, twerk, I got options +Mi casa, su casa, that's for my masters imposter's +No room for imposter's, gotta run for them dollars +Got P's and went straight to the college, I'm gone +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila +Her mouth look like a bowl of milk with no cereal +I put my spear in her like I'm Nigerian +Now she bi-curious, Ellen DeGeneres +Tunechi from Hollygrove, fuck 'til she comatose +Take off my 'Sace robe, fuck on my ironing board +Fuck in my skate park, cum on her face scar +Hol' up, wait for it, ""boom"" like a napalm +Fuck her for some Hermes, dick all in her cervix +She call me nobody 'cause she know nobody's perfect +Got her pussy with a purpose, I eat it like some Churches +I skeeted then I squirted, then I ""arrive"" to the ""derci"" +Bitch, take your fuckin' pants off, shake your fuckin' ass off +Suck it with your hands off, deep throat, can't cough +Tunechi out in Hollygrove, hit her with the dinosaur +Limpin' like her body blowin', drippin' like a snotty nose +Tell me how you love that, cum for me I'll bust back +Tell me where to cum at, ooh +Where my thumb at? Ooh +Every time she cum, she cry, that's a fun fact, ooh +I got somethin' for her eye, that's a cum-tact +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon +Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia +She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia +Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian +I'm hard as fuck while I'm high, equilibrium +Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Ayo, big up to fifth ward +That's right, we be +God bless, bless up, rest up +We love you, Miss Betty Wright +Shoutout Denise, Jocelyn, and Kelly +No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Hot 97 Freestyle[Verse 1] +(Fuck, ah) +Yeah, I might be chubby but I'm gorgeous in the face +Things are going well, hope I don't catch that fuckin' case +I could get on some other shit and send you to that place +Fifty for the shooter, a hundred for my steak +Your life ain't worth a steak, I keep the rifle in the cape +To be on top with the title will be my fate, don't make no mistakes +Mommy, you see me? Everything's a movie, I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi +The plane lift up, it's like that body, boy, chain lift up +Crimes committed with no hiccups +Ah! That thing thing, shred your stomach like sit-ups +You'll never sit up or shit from your butt +They say I'm crazy and deranged, but fuck, I can handle that +I crack the whip right from the camels back +My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat +And I don't sleep no more, it's only fuckin' power naps +[verse 2: Acapella] +It's so easy to be looked over, I never look sober +Look through the eyes of a soldier, I look fly in a Rover +Lions and cobras, keep the iron in the toga +Send a message, leave you lying over +Bitches crushing on the kid so now they flying over +Half of the world to get wrapped up in pearls +Just like the Queen of England, I stay wavy +Mercedes color, Wayne Brady, it's me baby, please baby +Ain't nobody taking my spot, that's on my mother, kid +Cross my heart and hope to die, that's on some other shit +This motherfuckin' kid be coveted +Different types of silks is what I'm covered with +Baby I'm lovin' it, your boy is hotter than an oven mitt +If I was broke then you'd be running your shit +Poke your kidney with the knife I cut the onion with +Then poach your kidneys with some onions and shit +It's me +[Verse 3] +Left, right, ayo I've never been a plaintiff, ever +What, what, what...I don't fuck with this I'm done +[Acapella] +My lawyer tackle the case like he play for the Ravens +So I stuff 'em with cheese like a Danish +Damn I crave paper, catch me later at the Laker game, I bet a grip +On the Knicks, Carmelo sweating on my kicks cause I'm court side +This time the good way, ""I'm a free man"" that's what I should say +Nobody holding me back except myself, that's what I feel like +Peeling a five, now I'm feeling the vibe, hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes +Money in my mind, I think about it all the time +Cause there was a time I never had shit, now I got shit +It's like magic, all these cars in front of the crib look like a Porsche pageantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Love You Right[Intro] +I hear you talking mad shit (Wayne) +I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right (Cherlise) +I hope you walking like you talking girl +Yeah you balking like a bad bitch haha (Wayne) +I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right (Cherlise) +And this called a dog's world (Wayne) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Hi, I'm Tunechi, I'm triple exclusive +I beat the pussy up, abusive +I'm hotter than Lucif' +I'm cooler than Doritos in the blue bag +Oh that's your old man? +Girl you need a new man +I ain't hating, I'm just speaking my mind +And if you ever wanna leave +I got a tree you could climb +Girl your man ain't shit, so fuck that nigga +Just put on your poker face +And straight flush that shit +[Hook: Cherlise] +And I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right +She don't kiss you right, she don't touch you right +And I could give you everything that you want tonight +If you want tonight, I put you on tonight +And I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right +She don't kiss you right, she don't touch you right +And I could give you everything that you want tonight +If you want tonight, I put you on tonight +Yeahhh +[Verse 2: Cherlise] +You can keep your credit cards, but don't buy out the bar +'Cuz I'm just trying to see what's in your hair, yeah +I ain't one of these broads, who you be breaking off +I'd rather hit you up on game instead, yeah +I hear a lot of talk but it ain't a lot of walk +And I'm the type of girl that you'll improve, yeah +I need a special kind of dude, yeah +So holla at me if it's you, yeah +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Cherlise] +I know you thinking you the man, but you should understand +You need something better hanging on your arm, yeah +So here's your chance to, change up your plans boo +Holla at me, my love is the bomb, yeah +I give you something that you can't say no to +Something that you can't refuse, yeah +So don't be acting like you really don't want to +Just man up and make a move, yeah +[Hook] +[Bridge: Cherlise] +I promise to be right here baby +Whenever you call me +I'll never keep you waiting for long +Baby, I'll drive you crazy +I'll make sure every night +My body's close and warm +Close to home +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"’96 Recreation[rza] +Yeah, start wit that one +Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric +Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it's italics +I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit +Wit love should I release hits +We travel through bodies like blood vessels +All y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool +Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin +Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen!! +[cappadonna] +Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight +Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate +So spoil like coke in the foil +Knock knock, I shot the whole block +Electricity, flow splendidly +Internally inside of me like tony starks tee +I create excellency, one-sixty call l-o-u-n-g assist me +Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly +For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein mind +Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid +I move quick shit is accurate, kojack tactics +Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor +[rza] +My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than carvel +Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell +To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant +My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence +Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco +Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco +Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve +Glitters on the paper so my family won't starve +[cappadonna] +I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved +Never inconceited, never been beated +Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated +My style you need it, I just write to read it +It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated +I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded +I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food +Cause he's childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude +To the father year me, o-r-i-g +Respond to the war wit the killa bee law +[ol' dirty bastard] +Scavenger nigga, you's a shhriimp +A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit +Stop drinkin all that water, let's take it to the land +So I can godzilla up your shit mister tiny tim man +Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk +When I start to come down on your f**kin ass +You tried to chop shit on up +Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that +[rza] +Legendary microphone's weaponary +You secondary bitch-ass fairies +Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack +You think you're slang can match +The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher +You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue +While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge +Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind +Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon +I be the quoted mathematical combination +Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin +[cappadonna] +Just then, I came on the stage like wind +Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin +You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy +You need a coat just to protect your throat +Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rise +Chap-lipped duds can't f**k wit the chatterbox +Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox +Shaolin niggas won't f**k wit one block *pause* +Broke forgot about half the slang murderer +Down wit the union big street sling murderer +Terrorizin, move I'm tranquelizin +Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin +Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the power +Somebody blow something, cut fool in the towerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Baby’s Coming[Intro: Kanye West] +I spit it +I spit it so you could feel it +You know what I'm saying +I'm saying I put my personality into it +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +These hoes is all the same +They all want a nigga hollering out ""money ain't a thang"" +'Bout pathetic as a player that lost his game +How a motherfuckin' hoe turn a pimp to a lame +See these sheets is like the street you gotta stay strapped up +Cause that's how these hoes'll get you wrapped up +Calling you later saying what she crying about +Put that bitch on now what she lying about +Talking about how she late and how she eat a lot +See she eat a lot cause she smoke weed a lot +Why all the bogus hoes want to front on k +Why the fine hoes can't have one on the way +I prolly tell her to keep it, it'll be our little secret +Boniquan now my shorty looking fine: Puerto Rican +As long as she don't flip it tell her man that we creepin' +What we doin' is all day +When I hang up it ain't called hate its called wait +When you get popped don't call me call Clayton +That's your man ain't it +That's the plan ain't it +When she told me it was mine I damn near fainted +[Hook: Kanye West & Sample] +I told you that I want you +Let em put you on peep it though (That I need you) +I ain't even want to freak the hoe +I’m gonna leave my man today +I just stabbed the first time 'bout a week ago +Let em put you on peep it though (He told me it is so done) +I ain't even want to freak the hoe (So that you know now) +I got your baby on the way +[Verse 2: GLC] +Now these hoes run gun I ain't finna say nothing +She tried to pop my pockets before I even got paid +Don't trip, this bitch was a whip +You could learn something from her but you might get burned from her +We smoked a couple of dimes I hit it a couple of times +Now she say she pregnant and its mine +I'm thinking she was lying by the looks on her face +But she started paging me like every single day +She said her man going away the judge gave him three +Must've thought she was gon' make a fool out of me +To bail this nigga out all she need was a G +Now she must've came to me so I had to change the beat +I said look hoe you must be crazy off that dope +That's when I snatched the rope then I kicked her on the floor +And all that shit I bought you bitch I want it back +You lied to me return of the Mac +[Hook: Kanye West & Sample] +I told you that I want you +Let em put you on peep it though (That I need you) +I ain't even want to freak the hoe +I’m gonna leave my man today +I just stabbed the first time 'bout a week ago +Let em put you on peep it though (He told me it is so done) +I ain't even want to freak the hoe (So that you know now) +I got your baby on the way +[Verse 3: Rhymefest] +All y'all niggas is new with it +I paid my dues with it +Gave hoes abortion loot they bought shoes with it +Say they pregnant who's is it +Tell 'em you did it +Forcing these niggas out of abortion cheese +Paid a couple of hundred now or later more than G's +[?] have a kid by a lame ass broad +I knocked up this girl I barely liked cause she bugged me +She ain't even cute, our baby prolly by ugly +And I ain't happen to have that baby and your stomach doing having that +How much it cost to get rid of it? I give you half of that +But I didn't know that she was on the pill +Needed the money for her hair and her nails +And her cell phone bill +Hoes'll get you its like getting robbed without a pistol +What up on a nigga +Come up on a nigga +Then you wait a month like you not the one cause she ain't got no proof +What happen nine months later when she was telling the truth +[Hook: Kanye West & Sample] +I told you that I want you +Let em put you on peep it though (That I need you) +I ain't even want to freak the hoe +I’m gonna leave my man today +I just stabbed the first time 'bout a week ago +Let em put you on peep it though (He told me it is so done) +I ain't even want to freak the hoe (So that you know now) +I got your baby on the way +I just stabbed the first time 'bout a week ago +I told you that I want you +Let em put you on peep it though (That I need you) +I ain't even want to freak the hoe +I’m gonna leave my man today +I just stabbed the first time 'bout a week ago" +"Over With*Lyrics from Snippets +Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy) +These niggas do not like me, I don't care because I'm next up +Have nothing to say to a nigga but, um, just bless up +This bitch tryna give me top, I told that ho to bless us (Yah) +I don't want no pussy, told that girl give me the neck much +Stacking up my money like a nigga playing Tetris (Huh?) +Shot him in the back now that boy gotta pick his chest up (Huh?) +I'm not even sad even though I know I messed up (Uh) +Everybody know I'ma flex up +I don't want that girl, no, no, I cannot arrest her +Only for one night, yeah, I'm gon' sex her +I can't leave no evidence so I don't ever text her (Hello) +Nowadays I can tell all of my haters they're over sick (Yeah) +Some of y'all counting me out, y'all said I was over with (Ayy) +Come on lil' baby now fuck with me watch how I froze the wrist (Ayy, yeah) +Everybody know that Lil Uzi, yeah, he is over rich (Yeah) +..... +Have nothing to say to a nigga but, um, just bless up +This bitch tryna give me top, I told that hoe to bless upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Screwed Up Click(*talking*) +Ah shit, you now listening to the Screwed Up Click +Let's go... +[Hook - 2x] +We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click +I hear ya running your mouth, but we the Screwed Up Click +We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click +You ain't the King of the South, but we the Screwed Up Click +[C-Note] +We the Screwed Up Click, coming out the South +You niggas talking shit, niggas better shut they mouth +I be in the booth, coming bulletproof +Niggas talking that shit, then I knock the diamond out your tooth +Raising out the roof, nigga feeling real good +Rolling through the fucking hood, diamonds up against the wood +I get it all day, everyday dropping off +Picking up herb, every rhyme that I fucking say +Niggas know I'm C-Note, from that Clover +Smoking doja and a nigga like me, will knock it off the shoulder +[Point Blank] +I don't know why you hand me the mic, you know I ain't got shit good to say +But some real live shit, niggas scared to say +A Screwed Up Click original, from uno +On the first Screw tape to hit the market nigga, you know +I been riding for Screw, when he was living bitch +And I'ma be riding for Screw, until I'm with him bitch +SPC the first click, WK +S.U.C. nigga, forever and a motherfucking day +You better recognize, the real when you see one +The day you play me like a hoe, and that's the day I be one +C-L-O-V-E-R, G +(now Blank, pass the weed) +[Lil' Flip] +I'm doing a buck fifty, y'all niggas can't buck with me +Plus I keep the baddest hoes, in the truck with me +I'm repping Texas, every stage I stand on +These other rappers talk a lot of shit, but they won't last long +I know y'all mad, cause me and Ro hooking up +Check my calendar, all my shows booked up +Y'all niggas broke, you ain't heard we got real paper +Don't listen to the magazines, cause them niggas haters +I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain +Glocks I pop when I aim, people watch in the rain +Helicopters and planes, and I'm chopping my caine +You ain't stocking a thang, that's cause I'm rich bitch +Nigga we dress fly, everyday we stay high +Niggas be in a fo', we riding in a five +I got that Maybach Excursion, and a grey Lac +One shot to your head, now bitch nigga take that +[Will-Lean] +The Southside go-getters for cheddar, we blast Barettas +S.U.C, organized like Goodfellas +Will-Lean yeah, homie Screw gave me that name +Welcome back Clover hanging, Flip gave me that chain nigga +Clover Geez, with me using the name +Cause when I cock back and aim, slugs abusing your brain +Homie uh, cause I'm coming with this calico +Busting out my Caddy do', knocking down your daddy do' +Screwed Up Click nigga, we too thick +By all means necessary, we gon get rich bitch +So now you know, ain't no fucking with us +Cause in God we trust, but in Glocks we bust biotch +[Z-Ro] +Asshole By Nature, Z-Ro the Crooked +I ain't never been took, nigga look at my books +I do my thang, I swang and bang +Got a pocket full of change, and a piece and a chain +On my neck, I demand respect +I might cash a check, I might ride in a jet +I might ride a plane, I might ride a train +Garunteed anywhere I ride, I blow Mary Jane +To relax my mind, I pack my nine +Nigga run up on Ro, and I'll shut ya down +Shoot shit up and shut shit down, that's how it go though +Catch Z-Ro flipping, in a cream tinted fo' do' +Flipping with the Tow Down, flipping with the Dub-G +Nigga fuck the police, I know they don't love me +And I don't love em either, so nigga fuck the FED +All day, I break my back to make my bread +And once I make my bread, you can't take my bread +Try to take my bread, bitch I'ma break yo head +That's my direct connect +Nigga Trae where you at, with the throw-away gat +We gon lay em on they back, like that and like this +I got VS-1 ice, on my wirst bitch +In my mouth too, in my ha-choo +Millions in my vault fool, R.I.P. to Screw-U" +"Flamboyant Pt. II(Verse 1:Royal Flush) +Yo we gon explain something right now +It's Royal Flush and Big L we gon let y'all know bout my niggas comin out +Queens most my doggs ... right +Yo check it +A Yo the way I feel for these niggas, I die for niggas +Queens most wanted cockin back and pull triggers +From Lex to Viggers, drug dealers slash rap diggas +From OB to QB my war rest in peace to bandit +Take a chance to this game of life +We bust of trife sold mad dick to your wife +Jack D with no ice from south side to the desert +We bustin pesserts and let my bitches hold my weapons +I'm world wide like my first jam, understand, Royal Flush has takin over LB +Fam +(Verse 2:Big L) +Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost +Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever +Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem +I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome +However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style +They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now +So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space +I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place +So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice baguettes +Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks +Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed +And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks +With the machete, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie +I represent uno trece nueve +Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to slide a playmate +Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Trust Nobody[Chorus: Adam Levine] +I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends +I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end +I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, ""I said I've been lookin' for me"" +I've been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me +That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me +I've been lookin' at the cross and it just look like a ""T"" +Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace +I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me +I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, sheesh +[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +If I die before I wake (Yeah) +Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) +I lost count of my mistakes (Shit) +At least I learned along the way +[Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +And I don't trust nobody (Nobody), not my lovers, not my friends (Nobody) +I don't make no promises (No promises), 'cause I know just how they'll end +And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (Nobody else) +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +You gon' find a bunch of motherfuckers lookin' like me +I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green +Safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead +Safe to say I lost the brakes, but I never lost the speed +Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep, but I never lost the dream +If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me +You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief +[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +If I die before I wake (Yeah) +Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) +I lost count of my mistakes +At least I learned along the way +[Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends +I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end +I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, ""I said I've been lookin' for me,"" fuck4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Goin Thru Some Thangs[Intro] +Uh huh Lil Boosie look at its me gangsta +Ima do some shit some real shit +[Hook - Boosie] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +[Verse 1 - Boosie] +I been goin thru some shit, from my niggas - to my bitch +And these niggas wanna snitch (why) +I wanna get rich, but sometimes I don't believe +Tryna sell a hundred - thousand but they burnin my cd's (that's fucked up) +Niggas and bitches please won't you give me help +Get yo ass off that computer and buy the shit up off the shelf +Cause I wanna ride candy mayne just like the others +Sometimes I wish I should've took the good route like my brother +These niggas say they love ya but they steal ya dope +Call you up back like that and try an steal ya hope, I still cope +And these niggas wanna rap about you +Know you a solider, but they still wan'bring that savage out you, to get exposed +And these hoes they for the money, tell yo old lady dirty lies but they know they frontin +Check this out in Baton Rouge it's real wicked +And you can't go platinum down here cause this ain't New York City +And all my cousins doin time, thuggin in the Penn +I'm thinkin bout 'em everytime I take a sip of Henn +And I ain't gon'lie I don't wanna be like Camoflauge +I met him one week, next week he died - I almost cryed +Damn +[Hook - Boosie Rp] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +[Verse 2 - Boosie] +Stay hatin cause I'm V.I.P +Ride thru my city with my hat bent like T.I.P +I'm all G, they got alot of niggas signin deals +But they can't talk what I be talkin cause I spit the real +Till I get killed, and these niggas changin like the weather +Think he ya nigga but you lookin at the fuckin devil +Who want ya bezzle and that voice that he wish he had +Jealousy got niggas creepin, down to bust yo ass +We livin fast but you know this how it gotta be +Money, cars, clothes, and hoes till they pop at B +This for my niggas down in Texas on them fuckin swangas +Who got the whole other side of town wantin to stank e'm +And Lil' Boosie mayne I been stressin cause the shit I did (what I did) +Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids +This shit is real - wish I had a real friend to holla +They tend to laugh when I tell 'em bout my fuckin problems +But I be stackin the fetti, so momma straight when I'm gone +I been prayin for Webbie - cause Webbie wild with that chrome (damn) +[Hook - Boosie Rp] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +(I been goin thru some things) +[Verse 3 - Boosie] +I'm sippin gallons, tryna ease the pain (leanin) +Hopin my niggas keep it gutta, but they seem to change +That's why I'm solo, blowin do - do in a different city +Thinkin these niggas tryna do me but they rollin with me +My ho the sickest, but she listen to what the streets say +That got me stressin cause she might be leavin any day +I tryed to pray but when I holla he ain't holla back +That's why I'm missin prayers daily tryna get these stacks (why that) +Cause the situation that I'm in +The judge tryna send me to the Penn and give me ten - and do me in +Got me stressin on some major shit +My momma agin and my grandma and my baby sick +This hatin shit, got me one step away from clickin +These me against the world livin'got all my people bitchin +I looked my momma in her eyes, told her respect the game +She like ""Boosie leave it alone, look you playin games"" (dang) +[Hook - Boosie Rp] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +[Outro:] +That's real life right there nigga +You go through so much +You know what I'm sayin' +Nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin' +But a nigga be strugglin' at the same time +Why they ballin' you know what I'm sayin' +And I been goin' through some thangs +And don't nobody understand me man +I been goin' through some thangs +And don't nobody understand me man +I want rock candy man +But don't nobody understand me man +I want rock candy man +But don't nobody understand me man6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"See Me BleedingThey wanna see me Bleeding +When the Times get harder +I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet +They wanna see me Bleeding +My Blood's always thicker than water +Even tho,the waters run deep +They wanna see me bleeding +Through tha Pain,l just grit my teeth +Through the flames I just take on the heat +Through my vains runs the heart of the street +Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s +So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding +How did I get in here, life is a livin hell +The walls are closing in it feels Like im trapt in prision cell +They pray for me to fail +But in my face they wish me well +But still I persevere +Deal with hand I was dealt +They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself +So they can't tell me nothing Still they all in my grill +Try to claim that they real +Try to tell me they love me +But noone was ever there +They wanna see me bleeding +I never been scared +There ain't nothing I fear +Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man +They just dont understand +I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air +Give niggas a runnin chance +A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire +See im that young nigga OG's hate to admire +Its the hate that inspires +My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin +They wanna see me Bleeding +When Times get harder +I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet +They wanna see me Bleeding +My Blood's always thicker than water +Even tho,the waters run deep +They wanna see me bleeding +Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth +Through the flames I just take on the heat +Through my vains runs the heart of the street +Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s +So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding +Man im ready to ride +Why they want me to die +They wanna live my life +I can see the hate in they eyes +Somebody tell me why +When I look in the sky +He dont ever look down +I guess that he dont hear my cries +Please show me a sign +That I got enough time +To get outta the grind +A gettin in the shine +I’m tryn to hold it down +But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around +They wanna see me Bleeding +My backs against the wall +Niggas is all talk come on talk no bite niggas is all bark +Im the light in the dark +I ignite like a spark +The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya +Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where u goin if You dont know where ur from +So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off +They wanna see me Bleeding +When Times get harder +I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet +They wanna see me Bleeding +My Blood's always thicker than water +Even tho,the waters run deep +They wanna see me bleeding +Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth +Through the flames I just take on the heat +Through my vains runs the heart of the street +Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s +So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding +[Outro] +Nanananananaaaaaaa(Yeahh) +They wanna see me bleeding +Nanananananaaaaaaa(uh huh ) +They Wanna see(come on) me bleeding +Nanananananaaaaaaaa +Evrything ain't what it seems +Take a look at wat I see +One eye on the prize the other on my enemies +They wanna see me Bleeding +When Times get harder +I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet +They wanna see me Bleeding +My Blood's always thicker than water +Even tho,the waters run deep +They wanna see me bleeding +Through tha Pain,i just grit my teeth +Through the flames I just take on the heat +Through my vains runs the heart of the street +Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s +So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleedingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Touch the Sky (Live at Abbey Road Studios)[Chorus: Kanye West] +Ho! I gotta testify +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly +'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky +I gotta testify +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly +'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc +Before Cam got the shit to pop +The doors was closed +I felt like Bad Boy's street team: I couldn't work the locks +Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan +Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van +Any pessimists, I ain't talk to them +Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment, uh +Let's take 'em back to the club +Least about an hour I stand on line +I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour +After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine +Jay favorite line: ""Dawg, in due time!"" +Now he look at me, like, ""Damn, dawg! You where I am!"" +A hip-hop legend +I think I died in that accident, ‘cause this must be Heaven +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Uh, I gotta testify +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly +'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky +Oh! We gotta testify +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly +'Fore the day we die, we gon' touch the sky +[Post-Chorus: Kanye West] +Now let's take 'em high +(Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world!) +Everybody take 'em high +(Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world!) +Now let's take 'em high +(Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world!) +Now let's take 'em high +(Top of the world, baby, top-top of the world!) +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Back when Gucci was the shit to rock +Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop +I'd do anything to say I got it +Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket +Before anybody wanted K. West beats +Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC +Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns +Like, ""Man, these niggas that much better than me?"" +Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane +And I don't know if I'll be back again +Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets +But when she came to kick it, things became different +Girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on +Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long +I'm tryin' to right my wrongs +But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Now, I gotta testify +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly +Yeah, 'fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky +You gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly +'Fore the day you die, Lupe, touch the sky +Uh, uh, uh +[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco & Kanye West] +Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third? +Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd (Uh-huh) +Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb (Yeah) +Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge +Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup +Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth (Uh) +But, before you say another word +I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street +I'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra +But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat, en garde +Or touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed +But I still feel possessed as a gun charge (Yeah) +To come as correct as a porn star +In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car +So, I represent the first +Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like uh +[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Kanye West] +You gotta testify +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) +'Fore the day you die (What?), you gon' touch the sky +You gon' touch the sky, baby girl +Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly (What? What? What?) +Yeah, 'til the day you die, you gon' touch the sky +[Post-Chorus: Both, Kanye West & Lupe Fiasco] +Now everybody throw your hands up +Uh, I'm sky high, say I'm, I'm sky high +I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high +(Everybody throw your hands up) +I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high +Sky, uh, sky high, I'm, I'm sky high +[Outro: Kanye West & Lupe Fiasco] +We back at home, baby! Yeah +We back at home? Yeah, yeah +Make some noise for Lupe Fiasco right quick, yeah +Feels good to be home +Feels good to be home +Feels good to be home +Feels good to be home +Chi-town +Feels good to be home +Yeah, woo!" +"Magnum Force[Intro: Jim Jones] +Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two +G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle +New York's mine +[Verse 1: Jim Jones] +Can it be it was all so simple +Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin through +I lost my fitted when the wind blew +Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons +Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene +Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend' +What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line +Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind +Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers +Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers +Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning +Party til the morning, to the last call +Go hard, nigga, 'cause when it rain it starts pouring +You a nigga sleep, like you snoring +My niggas creep like they crawling +Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga? +[Hook: U-God] +See me ride and creep through the night in the fog +Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on +(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm +Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone +(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord +You live by the sword, you die by the sword +(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse +Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em +[Verse 2: U-God] +Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch +God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods +Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop +Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof +Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree +Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G +These boots don't walk from the Hill to France +Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance +Make, killas glance, heads, start popping +Police just watch, hoes, start clocking +Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly +But mine is gully, my insides is ugly +And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully +It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly +And my hands stay steady, I move in silence +But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace +[Hook: U-God] +See me ride and creep through the night in the fog +Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on +(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm +Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone +(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord +You live by the sword, you die by the sword +(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse +Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em +[Verse 3: Sheek Louch] +Okay, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God +Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard +Walk past your block with my Glock and my iPod +Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over +If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it +Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it +Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it +It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded +Humble, but I rumble, bang you +Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you +D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D +Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me +I got paper, I urinate a couple G +Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be? +Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G +Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go +[Hook: U-God] +See me ride and creep through the night in the fog +Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on +(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm +Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone +(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord +You live by the sword, you die by the sword +(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse +Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"All Bad[Intro: Nas] +To all the ones I loved across the world, uh-huh +It was all good 'til it went bad (Hit-Boy) +[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Nas] +It's all bad +It was all good 'til she went bad +Damn, I hate to take a loss +Damn, it hurts to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all) +It's all bad +It's all good 'til it's all bad +Damn, I hate to take a loss (She went bad on me, y'all) +Damn, it hurts to take a loss +[Verse 1: Nas] +Time passes by, I'm asking, ""Why?"" +You match my fly, no cap, no lie +Trophy, arm candy, but I'm better without it +It's a dub, my love, but I gotta reroute it +It's a lottery, it's loaded, hope I can see all the motives +Before she make a fool out of me, I should know 'cause I'm older +Wasn't meant for me, fuck it, we ain't agree on no subject +We look good together when we was out in the public +You used to brighten my day, had me hype as a kid +First, good morning, good night, now she leave me on read +I'm disappointed, it's different chicks who want it +Can't lie, for a minute, I was sick to my stomach +[Pre-Chorus: Anderson .Paak] +You need to stop, breathe, think +Before you say the wrong thing +And I wish I could stay the night +But I feel some type of way about it +I've been stayin' up late +Thinking about this day (Yeah) +And I wish I could stay the night +But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah +[Chorus: Anderson .Paak] +And it's all bad (All bad, all bad) +I might have to just fall back, fall back +Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss) +Damn, it hurts to take a loss +It's all bad (All bad, mmh) +You got some problems that I just can't solve, no, no, no +Damn, I hate to take a loss +Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Take a loss) +[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak] +I don't love you, girl, that's far from true +Even took you to the barbecue +That should show how I much I fuck with you +I know I gotta make the choice, shit is overdue +I had to let you off, might have to take a loss +I might have to take a loss, take a loss +I kinda like it when I'm far from you lately +I'm kinda fed up with the bullshit you do +[Refrain: Anderson .Paak] +You need to stop, breathe, think +Before you say the wrong thing +And I wish I could stay the night +But I feel some type of way about it +I've been stayin' up late +Thinking about this day (Yeah) +And I wish I could stay the night +But I feel some type of way about it, aw yeah +[Verse 3: Nas] +Yeah, since Guess was spotted on my denim pockets +And my wave grease would amaze geeks and freeze fly chicks +Where they stood, I never lost the steps, stay splashin' +Not one of these just got money, not knowin' how to act +New to these bad ones, I was on fly chicks since junior high +Beautiful fly girls caught my eye +Takin' down some of the girls Drake and Future took down +But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums +Texting me that they hate my one-word answers +Here's two, call me, this is you stalling +Guess we through, you ignore me, days go by +Missing you be the worst, play the game, who gon' hit who first +Checking my Yachtmaster, Pac blaster +Wonder why they call you bitch, empty shot glasses +Scrolling back on the thread, the nice things you once said +Look at us now, it's all bad +[Chorus: Anderson .Paak] +Aw yeah, and it's all bad +You know I might have to just fall back, fall back +Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss) +Damn, it hurts to take a loss (Oh) +It's all bad (All bad, all bad) +You got some problems, I can't solve 'em all, uh, uh, uh +Damn, I hate to take a loss (Man, I hate to take a loss) +Damn, it hurts to take a loss +[Outro: Anderson .Paak] +Damn, I love it when you talk to me crazy +But who the fuck you think you talking to?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Bad[Hook x3] +Bitch I'm doing me, you should be yourself +I gotta get this money man, there's nothing else +Never switch up on your niggas +That's bad for your health +Never switch up on your niggas +That's bad for your health +[Verse 1] +I never switch up on my niggas, I don't do that there +Never bitch up on my niggas, I don't do that there +Catch me everywhere that money at and I bet I'm there +And bitch I'm doing me, I just be myself +We don't fuck with new niggas, so don't bring them here +Only the family where I'm at, and bitch that's O.T.F +And I blow loud for health +I can't help myself +I'm going in for the kill and I don't need no help +I love money, fuck a bitch I won't stress myself +And bitch I keep my mouth closed cause I could trust myself +I'm fucking other niggas wives +I guess I need some help +I'm going in for the kill +And I don't need no help +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +I gotta get this money, man there's nothing else +Gucci for my waist, that's a designer belt +And I've never been a pussy, we could take it there +My hood would never let me, we could take it there +And we keep them tools around so please don't get near +Ok, hold on I'm broke, I guess I'll take what's there +Ok they playing like they real, but they ain't really real +They talk about the streets but bitch I'm in the field +My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's real +I don't fuck with fuck niggas cause they quick to tell +My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal +Ok my youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal +[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"SMS Get the Message[Intro] +Nigga I ain’t fucking around +SMS, get the message, get the message! +SMS, get the message! +[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] +I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine +I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? +I go to war with one nine +I work, you see mine +But I ain’t never ever gonna say I did it +In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks +You stuntin’ on hungry niggas, go ahead get your ass shot +Your neck got your chain on it +Bullet got your name on it +I’m serious, sometimes it seems like I’m playin’ +Dump a shell case in your face, The DA’s coming for me +They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case +I know some niggas, some snitches +I know some bitches who’s scared +I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared +We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch +Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I’ma get? +We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper +We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch nigga ether +[Hook] +All we do is get that grain +And my niggas move cocaine +Plus we let them hammers bang +I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang +[Verse 2 - 50 Cent] +Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue +Niggas’ll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren’t you +Nigga, my vest on, my chucks are bomb proof +You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I’m on you +This ain't tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood +Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should! +When the bullshit start I’mma find a spot +Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases’ll drop +Man, you niggas don’t know me, you know my government name +Go ‘head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang +Got a big reputation, there’s something wrong with my brain +Nigga front, I’mma squeeze it, go ‘head stunt, I’m squeeze it +[Hook] +All we do is get that grain +And my niggas move cocaine +Plus we let them hammers bang +I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang +[Outro] +Yeah! Back on my shit, man! +I don’t give a fuck about fitting in +You niggas gonna follow me! +Back to the ground, nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty! +Now wan’ get dirty with me? +We gon’ see if you all you niggas done with soft? +All y’all get with the shit man +This the shit man +All the real niggas feel it! +Rest of you RnB ass niggas +Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga +Fuck It! +G-G-G-G-G-Unit! +SMS Audio, Sleek By 50 +R.I.P NATE DOGGEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"God Level[Produced by Kanye West, 88 Keys, Mike Dean, Noah Goldstein, and Hudson Mohawke] +[Refrain] +God level +Provide a new coffin +You don't see murder like this this often +God level +God level +Our father +Might as well make a new casket +God level +God level +God level +[Verse] +You see sharks in the water +Then they try to do nothin' but put cocks in your daughter +Don't say nothin' 'bout what Ye said +Don't move, mothafucka, play dead +Yeah, we cool, mothafucka, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah +[Refrain] +God level" +"Medina (East New York)[Intro: Masta Killa] +It's original, everything we do +Everything we do, is original +It's from the heart, that's right +Always remember that, we keep it original +That's right, the foundation +[Masta Killa] +We was known for sad love ballads and guns +The rude one beg no friend, the selection's threatening +Never hesitate, dusty murder gun, tray eight +Bust head, known to regulate +War physically on the rule to rule a date +All I can recall was white and bright lights +The doctors and nurses, drunked the old earth +And killed the pain of the breech birth +Under the influence, I arrived at Brooklyn Jewish +Now a tree grows, standing ovation +Peace signs, salute to my nation +Brooklyn, it's good to be home +Gun shot blown, stay calm, don't be alarmed +Respect is being shown, for real +Weight like six sex till, followed by the walk-by +Intensify pressure apply to the hands that hold mics +Strike like the Pai Me Nine +[Interlude: Masta Killa] +Peace, my nigga (yeah) +That's that funny style ass nigga over there +Ain't nothin' changed, still hot out here +Snitches... +[Masta Killa] +It's about 90 degree, in the project +Two bedroom, no A.C., God Degree low +Metal fans spinnin' hot air slow +I refuse to go, I'm determined to build +Watch me turn gas into million stacks of cash +Never lost on the cook-up, niggas can't walk the grounds +From which they came +Foundation never was strong, you ain't the same +Brothers is doing real time, it's not a game +Straight poet, no comeback, check out how the fiends react +Yo, shots lick, Wu lots and Nash' fit +Not many walk the streets, if not, few deep +Niggas get robbed by bitches in they sleep +He didn't understand, how well connected +How fast that ass get sent to the essence +My mic blessing, from the 120 Lesson +Crys' and the Henny' to seed, when I breath +One Blood, guest star me and Junior Reid +Meet me at the highest peak, God Mountain +Twenty nine thousand and some, from the Slum +They love gun, who you think taught 'em how to bust them, son? +Yo, who you think taught 'em how to bust them, son? +[Interlude: Masta Killa] +Yo, yeah, that's how they do it +When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines +I escape, yo... +Chill with the feedback, black we don't need that +Nah, they don't need that bullshit +Heh, shame on you, when you step through to +Ya'll muthafuckas know +[Masta Killa] +Bullet fragment, the colorful brain has his name +He earned that stripe, no question, that's his lesson +Cut amongst organizations, then snitched? +You bitch, actin' like you thug and...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +Yeezus iTunes Art +"Take It in Blood[Produced By: Live Squad, Lo Ground & Top General Sounds] +[Hook] +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I never brag how real I keep it, 'cause it's the best secret +I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus +In a Lex, watchin' Kathie Lee & Regis +My actions are one with the seasons +A TEC squeezin' executioner +Winter time, I rock a fur +Mega popular center of attraction +Climaxin', my bitches, they be laughin' +They high from sniffin' coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson +City lights spark a New York night +Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tacchini +Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them +.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan +My niggas roll in ten M3's +Twenty Gods poppin' wheelies on Kawasakis +Hip-hop's got me on some ol', sprayin' shots like a drum roll +Blankin' out, never miscount the shells my gun hold +I don't stunt, I regulate +Henny and Sprite, I separate +Watchin' crab niggas marinate +I'm all about TECs, a good jux and sex +Israelite books, holdin' government names from Ness +MC's are crawlin' out every hole in the slum +You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum +[Hook] +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +For you wack MC's +[Verse 2] +Currency is made in the trust of The Messiah +I'm spendin' it to get higher +Earth, Wind and Fire singin' Reasons why I'm +Up early, trustworthy as a nine that bust early +Sunshine on my grill, I spill +Remy on imaginary graves +Put my hat on my waves +Latter Day Saints say religious praise +I dolo, challenge any team or solo +You must be buggin' out, new to my shit, home on a furlough +Ask around who's laid up, sharp and straight up +Mafioso, gettin' niggas' wakes sprayed up +Skies are misty, my life predicted by a gypsy +I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily +This be the drama, I'mma pause like a comma in a sentence +Paragraph's indented +Bloodshot red eyes high, yellow envelopes of lye +Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly +Condos are tune-proof, we're lookin' out the sky's moon-roof +Shittin' like gin and prune juice +Yo, the system wants the coon's noose, hang 'em high +Courtrooms filled up +It's off the hook while I just wrote a statement +Like I'm facin' twenty years in the basement +Chillin' on a VI with Mumia, for wearin' chrome +I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone +But like Capone, I'm thrown, yo +[Hook] +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +For you wack MC's +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (Lyrical, ly-lyrical shine) +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +For you wack MC's +[Verse 3] +Yo, the time is wastin', I use the mind elevation +Dime sack lacin', court pen pacin' +Individual, lyrical math abrasion +Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation we livin' in +Dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives +A lifestyle on bad streets is patternized +Wise men build and destroy +While the real McCoy dope fiend named Detroit is still dealin' boy +Coke suppliers actin' biased +'Cause rumors say that niggas wear wires and we liars +But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired +I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's +Just the killer in me, slash drug dealer, MC +Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler +Demi, bottles of Mo', yo, simply follow me flow +Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow +Rough hoes pull crack out pussies and butt-holes +Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those +Why shoot the breeze about it when you could be about it? +My degrees are routed toward the peasy haired brick houses +And studded-up, thick medallions +Rich niggas transportin' thousands +Foreign cash exchange amountin' to millions +Doors is locked, rocks is chopped +Watch the cameras in the ceilings +Trick bitches catchin' mad feelings +Peelin' off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin' +I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch +When we catch them sex niggas with the TECs you blessed, word +So, now it's on, never wasted a slug +Time is money, when it comes to mine, take it in blood +[Hook] +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +For you wack MC's +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that +For you wack MC's +[Outro] +Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga +Yeah, yo, official Queensbridge murderers +Mobb Deep keep it real, though +Motherfucking AZ, yo +Mega, Mega, whatever +Scarlett O'Hara, Fox Boogie +East New York +Yambo, Brownsville +Wizard, Far Rockaway +Big Bo, Jersey +Connecticut, DC, Sudan +VA, NC, LA +So on and so on +Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward +Black Ed, keep it real MoeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Runaway (Alternative Version)[Chorus] +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +[Verse] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +Pain pills with my coke, girl +You know I gotta get high first +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +[Chorus] +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +[Verse] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +Pain pills with my coke, girl +You know I gotta get high first +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Grab Them Heels[Intro:] +What’s up, honey? +Look, I got a roof for us tonight +Just go ahead and search the info for the hotel and all that +Just make sure you wear them heels that I like, right? +Get in tune, stupid! +[Hook: John Blu] +I like it when you’re on top (on top, on top) +I like how you scream out, “don’t stop!” (don’t stop, don’t stop) +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it +[Verse 1: John Blu] +Girl, my body pouting, pick up! +They gonna take this beat, speak up! +Wear them heels and them meds +Put that trench on your back +Put that MAC on them lips +Bring them cuffs, bring that whip +Stretch him out of his bed (go girl!) +Cause I’m gonna go all in (go girl!) +Just call me Jason, cause I’m stabbing it +I’m gonna put my back in it +You gonna grab them heels while I’m on top of you +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Girl just hush your mouth +When your man not around +I don't wanna hear no sound +I'mma lay you down, undress you with my eyes +Lick all on your neck +Can’t explain your feelings, can't explain your sex! +I like when you’re on top, keep your heels on babe +I do want that top, need that feeling, babe +Every main girl need a man, to drive him crazy +So count on me, so count on me! +Red bottoms match your lipsticks +Red bone, what you mixed with? +Trying to get you to business +Just be in my business +OK, who your friends is? +All I need is a misses +All I need your sexing +Your touching, your kissing +[Verse 3: John Blu] +Girl is on tonight +Cause I can’t see myself laying alone tonight +I got so much in mind that I want to try +You gonna be my test dummy +You gonna feel me in your stomach +Pin them legs, ain’t no running, girl! +Grab them heels, bite that lip +Girl, you’re such a perfect fit +I love the way you’re working it, uh! +I just want to make love +Hit it like we’re making love +Tonight we gonna like it when you’re on top, on top, on top +I like the way you scream out, don’t stop (don’t stop, uh) +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it! +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"1, 2, 1, 2(feat. Redman) +[Meth] +Come on +1 2 1 2 uh uh +1 2 1 2 +Mr. Meth and Doc +1 2 1 2 +Uh uh 1 2 1 2 +Dj Scratch on the track +1 2 1 2 +Wa wa 1 2 1 2 +Break your motha fuckin back +1 2 1 2 +Ah yo yo +My, lyric is 8 ball +Batter up play ball +Fuck ya'll analog +Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in +From the 5 star general +Attack you from the blind side, invisible +To the naked eye +Where them criminals +Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals +The wu is coming through you know the outcome +Critical +Condition in your physical for injurin +The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen +[Redman] +Off a beat like this +I keep a night stick +In case any stick up care where heat might miss +I chicken fry rice bitch +In a white trench +Bustin off two macks I'm like ""I'm hit""!!! +I'm just playin, I clear the croud out +Like a peppa can sprayin +I throw lightin out the arms raiden +Go guard your pray +Next year I do nothin more than Y2k +[Hook:] +We say +Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 +Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 +We say +Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we say +Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 +We say +Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 +Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 +And if you say fuck me [Meth] +I'm a say fuck you [Redman] +Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 +[Meth] +From deputant down to stripper +I'm too nonchalaunt +A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors +Catch me at the bar ""Fu Bar"" +Ladies know who we are and +Dream of fuckin a star +Who da scrub +Shotgun in this man car +Burnin up +Forever gettin thrown out the club +It be us Paul +Shot out and bugged +I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz +I'm everything you think you don't know +[Redman] +I throw a 5 in the power +Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps, 40 miles per hour +I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore +Takin change out the fountains at shoppin malls +Rats can only afford Chuck E Cheese +The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee +Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin +Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump +[Hook:] +[Redman] +Call me will, enemy I state +When 4 Doc run the scam +New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand +Punch, atomic bomb I hit many +From Bricks to South Park you dyin with Kenny +While you bailin I'm trailin +Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence +When I walk by you better not be kickin +Or I put two more in that terriyaki chicken +[Meth] +You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes +This is bottom of the lake raps +Stab you in the back +Kung Fu +52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks +Unless they bust like 52 shots +I'm the has been that have not +Battle kids at Maxwell's house +Know when I'm good to the last drop +What's my name Meth he's name Doc +Just like urban +See me in the gran transportation splurgin +Drivin with a turban who push a black suburban (come on) +We rollin windows half down through the urban +Network law lay it down like a persian +M to the E to the F, spell curtain +[Redman] +Get out your car sucker +This ain't yours +Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls +And brauds got the nerve to act funny +You a champaine ho, with kool aide money +Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick +You back down a point on nfl blitz +I'm lyin buddah break fool and take two +And put your hole in the earth to escape through +[Hook:] +[Talked] +Dj Scratch +Not ready for prime time playas +Mr. Meth, Funk Doc +Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! [echos out] +Calm me down baby +Nod your head to this +Come on +Ey yo this is wkya radio +We kickin your motha fuckin ass +Yo Flex +That's right it's goin down +Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out +Now listen" +"Get Back***Also appears on Tragedy Khadafi - Thug Matrix II - The Fugitive +(Prodigy) +Know sometimes you just got to show niggas how you do things +That shit hurt . . .time will tell like my nigga Illa Ghee always said +I love all my niggas, I swear cross my heart hope to die (alright) +Hear me out, put a bullet in your mind +(Prodigy Verse) +Yo thun they caught me from the blind side me the Pee +The one who spread love, me I never shit on my peeps +I never left my dogs out in the cold +I extended my hand with compassion, you extended yours in war +Cool fuck it, y'all snakey mother fuckers +Gonna learn how this nigga rock quiet storm niggas +Leave you shot for dead, nigga I'll rot your flesh +By myself come for delf and just pop your head +Now have a good night you snake skin bastard +See you at the crossroads faggot +And in the mean time and in between time +Pee will be layed up with more shines, more dollars for more nines +More boxes of talons to put in your spine +You cross me nigga you lost your mind +Scratch that you never knew from the start +So I forgive you, after you die squirmish, shots burneth +(Prodigy Hook:) +Thun the get back, is so sweet +The taste of revenge your blood on the street +It's called payback for that shit you pulled +I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode +Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet +The taste of revenge your blood on the street +It's called payback for that shit you did +Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH +(Ammo Verse) +Son we chose life fast, and niggas kept stuntin' +Had to show our ass straight up explode right fast +It sounds cold but we roll like that +Rippin' rats finished off our path, we was close like that +All them nights that we threw back yak +Who would thought he do me like that straight leave me flat +Niggas ain't never feed me black, wanna see me clap +Blood filling up the cement crack +Straight snakes and I resent that I fall back try to prevent that +Try not to be bent at, foul atmosphere +Stunning what's happening here +Got me 'bout to dumb out dumping out Macs in here +Niggas catch a hot one, fucking with Am this year +Wet every man in here vengence lost my senses +Y'all start quarrels I end it +And show up at your wake full of sorrow pretending +To blend in +(Prodigy Hook:) +Thun the get back, is so sweet +The taste of revenge your blood on the street +It's called payback for that shit you pulled +I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode +Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet +The taste of revenge your blood on the street +It's called payback for that shit you did +Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH +(Tragedy Khadafi Verse) +Yo I blow holes in ?moschinos?, splash niggas in they mink ?stoles? +Down to their Kenneth Coles, fuck model bitches center fold +Never love a ho, you got guns let it go my nigga let it blow +And what had killed you is what you don't know +It's two-five goodfellas gettin' dough +Yo my mom chose dope made love to the needle +I caught 'em fuckin numerous times and turned evil +Back in '89 you can say I'm trapped in tme +Still thirsty like a little nigga dying to sihne +Baby moms said I got issues, too many problems +I rock timbs 'til my socks turn orange +Do a nigga dirty, relate to the unworthy +A young G with Q-T and black shirty +I've been nice since lee pin stripes and britsh knights +Fore' building razor tag and sword fights +Niggas see the light when they start losing pints +You can die by the gun or the knife +And I'm nice with both, coming at me with the wrong approach +Don't make me Arab neck tie your throat, you bitch nigga!! +(Prodigy Hook: To Fade) +Thun the get back, is so sweet +The taste of revenge your blood on the street +It's called payback for that shit you pulled +I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode +Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet +The taste of revenge your blood on the street +It's called payback for that shit you did +Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCHEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"The Cure[Verse 1] +Too many changes, you changed from your greatness +Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless +The markets see you as a old-ass artist +The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest +Stay on your path, stay on your craft +They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass +What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain +Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace +I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing +'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen +What these kings have in common? They had women who solid +Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready +They envy the unhappiness of the greats +They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways +To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt +A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote +A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose +Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold +Cold game, don't get exposed, stories get told +You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road +Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip +King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit +The cure, love of the allure +Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord +[Interlude] +Roll the credits +[Verse 2] +Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA +So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven summers +Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment +Pac saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't +Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach +Kings honor kings, straight from my pop to my son shit +Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish +Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist +I'm studied like a book by many +They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley +White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga +On my Rick James behavior +Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already +Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit +Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit +Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick +We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems +My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving +And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless +Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest +Decisions was sharper, my predictions was on it +No fortune teller, just going off regular signs +Niggas often tell ya they moves +Without a word, just reading they mind +Wasn't needin' no nine +Corner executive born in ghetto hell +Where metal yell especially over necklaces +Life lessons is karma +Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya +Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor +That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back +Play the Clue tapes for old verses +Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas'll rise 'em up +Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched +Can I get a witness? +Can I get a witness? +I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit +Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit +Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah) +Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit +[Outro] +Yeah +Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge shit +Shooter live on +Kings live forever +Yeah +We go through a lot +And nobody wanna hear about what we go through +And that's cool too +Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays +Same sun, moon, and stars +It's just how you stand like a manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Don’t hate me now[Verse 1: Nas] +It's the late night greasy spoon patron +Poolhall making +Big bets, midsection got the 8 in +Dior Christian pimpin' +Got that penal system diction +Riffing, you don't want it you snitchin' +Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR +Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat +Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black +Bitches want my chipped tooth back +Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked +Squeeze a fifth with a grip as I dip +From the paparazzi +Still playing numbers you can't stop me +Still wearing bundles, and spark weed +If I ever say ""Queens get 'em"", you know they got me +Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef +So lead by example, or get trampled +Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the N +Congratulations in order 'cause we did it again +[Hook: Nas] +Don't hate me now, congratulate me now +I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe +Don't hate me now, congratulate me now +I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes +Still getting it and don't even love the doe +Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo' +Stay splifted 'cause you know that I love the dro +[Verse 2: Nas] +The style is taboo, the chain's offensive +Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage +The two Tec Don in Yukon's and Benzes +Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants (wow) +The Apprentice but not Trump +I'm the nigga with Glocks and pumps +That you don't see much +Sucker free from chumps +Homes with cobblestones in front of 'em +He's got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son +Don't make me have you running from a hundred guns +Don't make me grab your only son +I'm coming from +A place Tanqueray and weed's the only escape +From phonies who hate +When you rolling with papes +That's why the god party with juicy models +They mob me, Denali, Charlie Luciano - hardly +Have to tell y'all, I kill y'all +For spitting songs that involve me nigga +Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga +[Hook: Nas] +Don't hate me now, congratulate me now +I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe +Don't hate me now, congratulate me now +I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes +Still getting it and don't even love the doe +Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo' +Stay splifted 'cause you know that I love the droEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Jellyfish[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyyo +Here's a little story ghetto love situation +'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations +She was so fly, get high, well understood +Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo +Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn +Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn +She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong +Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song +She must be a special lady and a very exciting girl +I don't know, she had the high-glow's switchin +See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin +But Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit +See she did 12 months over a ratchet +Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit +Clip was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it +It was classic +Nowadays shes laid back, helpin me perfect my rap +Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat +White, furry thing +Diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached +Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks +Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring +Take naps, near her jewerly box, she play with all the rings +And when she step out the tub its like an ill flick +Carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit +Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode +Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me +Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte) +She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Aiyyo, she gotta be gone +Waitin on my sweet strawberry pecan rican LaShawn +Holdin my taffy down when I'm gone +Three fourths of her body always covered with clothes +Thats why I'm eatin her candy and suckin her toes +Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got body like whats goin on +On some marvin gaye shit like lets get it onnnnn +Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn +Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood +I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin for me +She stash me out when the feds come lookin for me +I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her +I spend the weekend on her +We on the block when the bills start creepin on her +She right there when it gets sticky, she strict politic to the vicky's +And a fly aviator the color of sky +God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes +Mad respect with the fat thighs +She busts guns for the revolution +Would straight leave her if she prostituting +Yo my girls the bomb, Intelligent mind, Sky blue louis vetton +Leg muscles, deep dimples +Body is soft she smell fresh like a new born +Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on +The sunshine for my quiet storm +Keepin the food warm when I'm gone +It won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn +Hit me up baby girl, P.S. Cappadon' +[Verse 3: Trife da God] +Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn +Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen +You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe +Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue +Pretty young thing, with a body like vida +Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva +Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba +She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up +Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column +Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holdin condoms! +Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick +Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip +Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print +Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips +Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh +Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride... +[Outro: Shawn Wiggs] +Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn its the same situation +'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations +She was so fly, get high, well understood +Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood" +"Compliments To The Chef[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect +Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin' like I'm surfin' +Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person +Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban +We in the jungle with the shaman +Tryna find these answers to these problems I've been ponderin' +Now these motherfuckers hollerin' with their lips puckered like collagen +Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges +But daddy get it by himself on the reg +Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg +Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan mines +Meditation time help me penetrate the mind +December 2nd '83, I was created +My vision's wide of the human being jaded +It's just reality, dealt with on a daily basis +Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces +[Hook: Lauriana Mae] +Oh, they're selling dreams out here in every corner store +Pawn 'em on the streets, I feel, they're selling me the world +But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same +So when I go where I go I remember where I came... +Remember where I came from +[Verse 2: Action Bronson] +Yo, yo can lead a horse to water but you can't make 'em drink it +Two in the pink, two in the stink +Leather colored goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs +In '87, saw my father in a blue Saab +Right seat sittin', left hand shiftin' +You know that every team needs a Paxson and a Pippen +Bronson rappin' like he on an acid tab trippin' +You changin' with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin' +High-five love, 5'5, plump +Sell the pussy 'til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove +Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona +Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca +Smoked shark, speakin' in a Nordic slang +Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain +Clear water from the creek keep me nourished +Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch +[Hook] +[Outro: Lauriana Mae] +Yeah... remember where I came from... +Remember where I came from... +Yeah... remember where I came from... +Remember where I came from...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Iron ChestIron chest charlie +Iron chest charlie +Iron chest charlie +(who this nigga think he is) +Verse 1:BOOSIE +O you Iron chest charlie +Well Ion give a f*** +When Im coming Im coming +And nigga Imma hit you up +Get retarded with that 40 when my head gon +I call my 7th ward hard heads +Who spit s*** on payron +Put a hula-hoop around your heart +They like the dark +When the word get sick +The tools get sparked +Had heart when I was lil +Evil all up inside me +So I born to jack a nigga +Now Im gon jack somebody +Wack somebody you don't give it up +Me and my nigga partna head bussa we dont give a f*** +Put it in his mouth nigga +Cut em down +And bring him to the south nigga +Tie em up +Where is at +Lets go get dem 100 stacks +Its gangster +Niggas hurtin they coming get you +You dont deserve it anyway +You ain't from dat dirty anyway +Murder case murder case drug related +He don't want to give it up +He must don't love his baby +Chrous: +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who dat nigga think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(man that nigga trippin) +Iron chest charlie +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who he think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(who the fuck trippin) +Iron chest charlie +Verse 2: SHELLS +Whatchu +Think you a beast cause you smoke weed and tote heat +Well here I go like mystikal +I heard you was looking for me (here I go) +Its beast mode from the bottom to the 3 +From the southside to the eastside +Put some paper on your feet +I heard lil daddy got a chest full of beef +Give me dat chopper with dat knife and watch a trill nigga eat +I can't let a nigga get me in these streetz +Before I do i leave ya body looking like red meat nigga +Think its a game till them thangs rang +Cause it go BANG BANG +Till your muthaf***ing brains hang +O you iron chest charlie ion give a f*** +So have ya nuts tucked +Or get bust up +I got a itchy trigga finga for the gun play +Phat tellem how we do it (the dumb way) +You gon respect these trigga on the real +O you iron chest charlie +Well hit em in his grill nigga +Chrous: +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who dat nigga think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(man that nigga trippin) +Iron chest charlie +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who he think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(who the fuck trippin) +Iron chest charlie +Verse 3: Lil Phat +I told you on dem shoes that Lil phat really bout gun play +I rep my U's 2 by 2 Im da dumb way +16, 17 nigga dats uptown +West coast across the track nigga datz 4 down +Bitch you ain't stupid +You know I keep my tooly +Get the hollerin like boosie +With this muthaf***in uzi +Say god damn won't see me with a f***in mil +So I guess Imma whip you out +And show charlie s*** trill +Behind my chain i'll shoot your fuckin face in +And rub ya fuckin back in +With this fuckin mac 10 +Kick this door in +And came out with 10 ?? +Pissed on it +And spit on it +Now this gone to my bentley ?? +I'll take ya momma ya chern and ya bitch too +I get somebody if i can't get you +Imma animal +I like to split to +I get somebody if i can't split youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Made You Look[Produced by Salaam Remi] +[Intro] +Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts… +[Verse 1] +Now let's get it all in perspective +For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with +Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice +But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo +Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro +Only describe us as soldier survivors +Stay laced in the best, well-dressed +With finesse in a white tee, lookin' for wifey +Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely +Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze +We can drive through the city, no doubt +But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out +Newness, here's the anthem +Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with +Push the pool stick in your new crib +Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stupid +King of the town? Yeah, I been that +You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at? +Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat +Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back +[Chorus] +They shootin'! Aw, made you look +You a slave to a page in my rhyme book +Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up +Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? +They shootin'! Aw, made you look +You a slave to a page in my rhyme book +Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up +Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? +[Verse 2] +This ain't rappin', this is Street Hop +Now get up off yo' ass like your seat's hot +My live niggas lit up the reefer +Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper +Don't start none, won't be none +No reason for your mans to panic +You don't wanna see no ambulances +Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup +That's the way you get Timberland'd up +Let the music defuse all the tension +Baller convention, free admission +Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift +Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept +All my just-comin' homies, parolees +Get money, leave the beef alone slowly +Get out my face, you people so phony +Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty +[Chorus] +They shootin'! Aw, made you look +You a slave to a page in my rhyme book +Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up +Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? +They shootin'! Aw, made you look +You a slave to a page in my rhyme book +Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up +Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? +[Verse 3] +I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude +I lay you out, show you what steel do +Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges +Every invitation to fight you punk chazzers +Like Pun said: you ain't even en mi clasa +Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma +Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers +Whatever you choose, whatever you do +Make sure he a thug and intelligent too +Like a real thoroughbred is +Show me love, let me feel how the head is +Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest +[Outro] +And I like a little sassiness +A lot of class; Mami, reach in your bag, pass the fifth +I'm a leader at last, this a don you with +My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousnessEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Cross Me[Verse 1: Future] +That girl got you too too excited +That money had you too too excited +Them cars had you way out your character +That jewelry got you way out your character +Them girls got you way out your character +This fame got you way out of character +This flow got you way out of character +I showed you love now you way out of character +[Hook: Future] +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I should've known you would cross me +Because I'm on and I'm saucy +And now I'm gone and you salty +Steam coming from your head like a coffee +My reality is better than your dreams nigga +My ho pussy hole is wetter than your dreams nigga +My ho legs spread wider than your wings nigga +Put your head in a microwave, DING! nigga +You out of character, slime, you out of character +And me I'm out of patience, sick and tired like Malaria +These hoes like mosquitoes +These niggas trying to be hoes +What happened to that boy and I ain't Pusha T though +Supa where the cup at +I'm working on my comeback +The girl I'm with got much class +But she got a dumb ass +I keep a money bag, a drug bag, and a gun bag +These niggas ain't even shining, making the sun mad +Rappers in my lunch bag +Me and Future have a food fight +Bedroom full of new dykes +Old green and new white +That's old money, that's new coke +That's Young Money, that's 24/7, 3-6-5 +That's Cash Money; I'm like ""Who ho"" Who ho, who ho!? +[Hook: Future (Lil Wayne)] +I should've known you would cross me (Yea who ho?) +I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em kudos) +I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios) +I should've known you would cross me (I'm on my patio) +I should've known you would cross me +(Thinking about Hollygrove) +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios) +I should've known you would cross me (Yeah) +I was looking in your eyes you ain't built like that +(You ain't built like that) +You ain't built like that (I should've know) +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +[Verse 3: Yo Gotti] +They say I ain't a rapper I'm a trapper +I be with the robbers and the killers and the kidnappers +I'll fuck your bitch in your crib, watch the kids after +Still fuck a bitch, fuck the ring, motherfuck a pastor +I don't, I should've known she ain't really love me +I should've know she just want to fuck me +I fucked up, don't judge me +I got this money and I ain't turning down +This money'll turn your life up but bring your family down +Some of the closest niggas to me, they don't come around +Cause some of the closest niggas to me, I'll gun 'em down +For real +I should've known you'd cross me +I'm from the hood, that's where they taught me +Go hard until they off me +[Hook: Future] +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I got some niggas that was there +That ain't no longer there +I don't care +I don't cry about it +And I barely get sleep anyway +I should've known you would cross me9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Whip It Like a Slave[Hook:] +Wake up in the morning take a shit shower shave +Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave +I whip it like a slave +Whip it like a slave +Stand over the stove and then I whip it like a slave +[Repeat] +[Verse 1 - Boo Rossini:] +B double O, Ohhhhh +In that coupe like don't whip me no more +Look how I whip it ohhhh, called child abuse +Let 'em out the cage, grilled chick filets +Pyrex looking like a glass of lemonade +Snow white, no dwarfs, just snow flakes +Stainless steel stove match the microwave +Metallic lambo, inside suede +Program to get it, I run off double A's +I whip it like I +I whip it like I +I whip it like Joe Jackson used to whip Mike +I whip it like Penny got it on Good Times +Sunrise cook them yams up sunny side +[Bridge:] +Whip it like a slave +Whip it like a slave +Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave +[Boo Rossini:] +I'm talking 36 ounces +Treat 'em like Chris Brown +Enough bricks I can build a townhouse +[Hook] +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +Okay new day new yay +Then I whip it like Kunta Kinte +I'm talking sugar talking dough like a beignet +I take a brick karate chop it like a sensei +Haha, I does it the YM way +A bunch of drugs, bunch of money, bunch of templates +Bunch of ice, bunch of guns, bunch of switchblades +Fuck with my bunch of bunch of niggas up in his face +Check my pockets more money than lint +Check my kitchen every spoon in there bent +Check my dishes residue like a bitch +Big boy weight my residue like half a brick +[Hook] +[Lil Wayne:] +I'm talking 36 ounces +Building snow mountains +More bricks than 24 houses +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Freestyle[Cappadonna] +Aiyo, I'm all fucked up, like them niggas in the struggle be +I look good on the outside, but got dust in me +I'm vexed, I spent all my life in the projects +You could never know what's next +Even though I rap, I could still go broke +Rob and sell coke +Doing life for catching a body, ain't no joke +Fuck dope, nigga, I used to sell crack +I hate to be like that, but it's real like that +I got locked up mad times in the Hill +I been to Fishscale, Mohawk, Sing-Sing +El Mira, Shock Two +So if you feel like me fuck me, then fuck you +Yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Soul Power (Black Jungle)[Intro: Flava Flav, (Raekwon)] +Two thousand and two! (Lookin' like a tennis player) +Representin the Wu! (You gangsta nigga?) +Two thousand and two! (You? You isn't!) +Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu! (Stand for it right now) +Two thousand and two! +You know how we do! +For you and your crew! +Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu! +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Aiyyo catch me coolin in Aruba, one sneaker on +Lookin' raw beautiful, a blue Ruger, who you lookin' at? +600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us +Y'all niggas is fake—all y'all do is steal from us +Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my mother +Slap one of y'all fake ass niggas +Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock magnums +All big niggas heavy on the wrist play diss niggas +Ghost story blow 'em, RZA throw the fork through 'em +Me, Wonder Woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him +Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what? +Slide in the 7, measure the whips +[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)] +It's soul power! (Two thousand and two!) +Soul power! (You know how we do!) +Soul power! (For you and your crew!) +Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) +Soul power! (You know how we do!) +Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) +Soul power! (For you and your crew!) +Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) +[Verse 2: Masta Killa] +I'm a dollar and a dream from seein' a brick +In grimy hallways, slingin' nicks and treys +When it's on then it's on and poppin, shots lickin' +I'm spittin' this shit for the hood, Glock clickin' +Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat +I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper +Holdin' red pepper, everybody on reach +I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand +Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature +Nights over Egypt, black as Arabia +Gundeliro self I savior, I need the (uh) +[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)] +Soul power! (You know how we do!) +Soul power! (For you and your crew!) +Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) +Soul power! (You know how we do!) +Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) +Soul power! (For you and your crew!) +Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, I got the whip smellin' like lemon +Roger Clemens jerseys the man blew seven cold coolies in the Worthy and +I crush those rappers, keep the toast near the rad-iator +We like our guns warm, it's easier to make the papers +Stayed off, the cape came off, Ghost G'd off +The track's like doin' six months and I'mma beat off +At the airport attention always flow in my direction like +You let the best then sparkle his perfection and +Bitches be askin' them, Ghost you got so much shit +You need to cash in, bracelets matchin 'em +[Verse 4: U-God] +Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx +Jukebox records, flatfooted cops +Get automatic systematic jumpin in your socks +Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch +Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb +In the sprinklers girls double-dutchin on the curb +Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings +Uptown Saturday, ""Cotton Came to Harlem"" +Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum +Crack a Coca-Cola, summer heat was my boredom +Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ +When Rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him +The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier +Ford motor gear, your life and times queer +""Smokey the Bear"", Burt Reynolds gray hair +Throw 'em some gems, throw up your fists and say yeah, it's +[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)] +Soul power! (You know how we do!) +Soul power! (For you and your crew!) +Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) +Soul power! (You know how we do!) +Soul power! (Two thousand and two!) +Soul power! (For you and your crew!) +Soul power! (Representin' Wu!) +[Skit: Flavor Flav & Method Man] +— I'm the nigga that got you talkin bout ""Fight the Power"" +— Aiyyo, Flav +— Whassup, Meth? +— What you know about niggas from Long Island right? +— Huh? +— True Long Island right? +— All my life! +— All your life, right? +— All my life! +— Westbury +— Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt, Long Island. And, and, an-an-and went through Westbury too! You from Westbury? +— Nah, I got family in Westbury, New Castle Park and them +— Oh, stop jokin', I ain't know that! You from Hempstead? Yo, man, my family from Hempstead! The Heights, man! +— Yeah, and I live +— Word up, come on, man +— 'Race Avenue +— Oh, what? +— 'Race Avenue, Hundred Terrace Avenue +— Stop jokin', the El Dorados, nigga what? I got family up in El Dorados right now, nigga, word! That's where I'm from, that's my block! That's my block right there! Aiyyo, ha-ha. That's right y'all, that's right, it's all good. Me and Method Man from the motherfuckin' hood! So get it from the Bricks to the fuckin' wood! +— Yeah, niggas! +— Knowhatimean? Word up to the bird up. They caught the bird, made him soup, now I sip from out my cup, nigga, ha-ha-ha. Oh, yo, man, you just hit me in the head with a brick for real. You got me bleedin' from the side of the head, Meth (*Mumbling*) +— You're a beautiful fuckin' person +— Yo, Meth… Yo, Meth… Yo, check one-two. Without me havin' my finger in the plug. I'm gettin' shocked anyway, ha-ha-ha +[Outro: ""Flag of Iron"" sample] +""Since you're all so skilled let's fight your way—Shaolin style. Come on!""EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Nasty[Produced by Salaam Remi] +[Intro: Nas & Big Kap] +(Y'all ready for Nas? +Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas? +Uh huh, they ready) +Yeah, word +Got some Rémy Martin +And some good-ass cigars, check it out +[Verse 1: Nas] +Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle +Queensbridge leader, no equal +I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel +To pop thousand-dollar bottles of Scotch +Smoke pot and heal the people +Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd +Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number +Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under +Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder +Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up +Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' +The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars +Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes +Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size +I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous +It ain't my fault, semi-automatic weapons I brought +The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy +Dick 'em, convince ‘em all to praise me +They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em +Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety +Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD +[Verse 2: Nas] +Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades +I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage +I am the dragon +Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend +Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans +My little Jackie Onassis, dig? +I'm so high I never land like Mike Jackson's crib +Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege +Talk trash 'bout the Nasty kid +Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive +Talk money, is you jokin'? +Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa +In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket +On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got it +You envy, but don't offend me +I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley +You are your car, what could represent me? +Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly +Must design me somethin' Tommy Montana from Queens had before the 90's +Drug dealer car, rush to the bar +Move, niggas! We don't give a fuck who you are +Black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims +Pretty women see them saggin' +Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back +Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black +Light another blunt in fact, haha... +[Interlude: Nas] +(Nasty) Nasty kid +(Nasty) Yeah... +(Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) Yeah... +(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty) +[Verse 3: Nas] +For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it +Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin' +Saying, ""It was Nas I used to hustle with"" +I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish +Guns on my waist, past this +Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin' +And joinin' the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin' +Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted +Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly +I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin' +I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin' +Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys +Been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors +For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor +I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher +For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"Get The Money[Intro: 50 Cent] +Yeah, 50 +I make it feel brand new +Yes they tell me +You make me feel brand new, ha ha +Fuck with me, yeah +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +It go one for the money, two for the dough +Three for the pimping now early with the hoes +Four for my niggas running around with .44's +Repping that five all the way live +I got a style that reign supreme, Bentley made to lean +Pull up say ''what up?'', make a major scene +Stunt, flash the cream, nine laser beam +It's hard to miss your team, just follow that dot then pop +[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] +One for the money (get the money, get the money) +Two for the show (it's showtime) +Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) +One for the money (get the money, get the money) +Two for the show (it's showtime) +Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +I'm a Southside nigga, you can come through and ask for me +Systems thumping and pumping, 2Pac blast for me +Cali show me love, but me I'm from the East +I'm guessing I'm bi-costal when I'm on Dre beats +I get paper, stack paper, blow paper (AHHH!) +Make paper, take paper, I'm major (yeah) +I cake up, new Jacob, nigga, wake up +You owe straight up, pay up or get sprayed up +[Verse 3: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] +M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with me (it's all good with me too, baby) +Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury (let's get it, let's get it) +And I remember in the day mamma had to work so hard (ahh man) +Just to pay the rent, all the money spent +Had to get another job (and another job) +And now we're living in an eight room mansion on the hill +(We grew up, I blew up) +And we sipping on, sipping on champagne when we chill +And we riding the Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz (big Benz) +All over the world from the East to the West coast we're making ends (ha ha!) +See, we do it +[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] +One for the money (get the money, get the money, yeah) +Two for the show (it's showtime) +Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) +One for the money (get the money, get the money) +Two for the show (it's showtime) +Three to get the honies (ha ha), here we go (here we go) +[Verse 4: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] +The show is what we live for 'cause we love to sing +We gonna freak you up and down (ha ha) +It's how we do our thing (yeah) +And to the ladies in the house tonight +Looking fly, you got it right +It's gonna be an after party and I've got to have somebody +And take her to my eighteen room mansion on the hill (wooowee!) +We'll be sipping on Champagne when we chill +(Big money, big money, come on) +And we're riding in the Lex, Coupe, Beamer and the Benz +(What we riding in? Ha ha) +All the players from the East to the West Coast, we're making ends +This is why we do it +[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] +One for the money (get the money, get the money) +Two for the show (it's showtime) +Three to get the honies (what's up baby), here we go (here we go) +One for the money (get the money, money, money, money) +Two for the show (yeah) +Three to get the honies (take money money money), here we go +One for the money (get the money, money, money, money) +Two for the show, three to get the honies +(take money money money money) here we go +One for the money (big money money money money) +Two for the show, three to get the honies +(Get money money money money), here we go +[Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] +Why we sing? Why we sing? +It's the joy it brings (yeah), joy it brings +You know that you like our style, the reason why, yeah +(You gotta hear me when this shit is playing +And I'm in the shower, man) +The reason why we do what we do (you won't believe it, man) +See we got a love for the music +Simple as one, two, three, sing it +[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)] +One for the money, two for the show +Three to get the honies (yeah), here we go +(You gon' respect this man) +One for the money, two for the show (this is that shit, right here) +Three to get the honies, here we go +[Outro: 50 Cent] +Man, you gonna be able to play this tape +Until I hear this shit coming outta every car, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy" +"​lets get it[Chorus: Lil Peep & ITSOKTOCRY] +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Lets get it) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (Lets get it) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (suck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (lets get it) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (lets get it) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Suck) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Ay) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (That's real) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (lets get it) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's do it) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Yeah, alright) +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Let's get it +Ay +Let's get it +Ay +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it +I fucked that bitch in the city +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it on (yeah) +Triple sixes is in my styrofoam +Goth bitches wanna give me throat (suck) +Rich bitches wanna take me home (yeah) +I'm just posted at the corner store (store) +Copping a soda for codeine pour +I'm with yunggoth✰, ITSOKTOCRY (cry) +We eatin' pussy like apple pie +I'm gon' be with 'em until I die (word) +Lil Peep, I never am satisfied (nah) +I keep on tellin' them I'm the one (yeah) +Shining on pussies like I'm the sun +I ain't afraid of no fucking gun (nah) +Mama afraid that I'm doin' drugs (true) +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Schemaposse bitch, don't come around it +Till you're fucking with it, you feel me +[Verse 2: ITSOKTOCRY] +I'm still loud as fuck +I get the sip, then I go +I'm pourin' it, ayy bitch I'm pourin' a four +Stayed out of school +Fuck with the babys, I bust in your door +I get and get it, shawty missin' +Shawty a cannibal, she swallow children +She with it, I'm with it, you with it, let's get it +Bands with the lean that's my only prescription +[Chorus: Lil Peep & ITSOKTOCRY] +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (You suck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Suck) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Ay) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (That's real) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's do it) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Yeah, alright)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy" +"Dat’s Gangsta[U-God] +Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches +Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office +Crunch time steroid big boy ditches +Eyes that lay for blood money riches +Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker +Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter +Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands +Chef in the kitchen cooking love love..slam! +Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash +G-up, burn rubber for the reup..fast +Terrible lung split frame for reala +One-man go low hit man guerilla +Whispering there something of a thriller, killer +Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff +Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty +Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty +Truly yours Golden Arms New York native +Talk, shank in my mouth now gangsta walk +[Hook: U-God] +(effect)..Rock! Dat's Gangsta +What? Dat's Gangsta +(effect) Rock! Rock on Dat's Gangsta +What?! +[U-God] +When I pump pump you'll prepare for a lump +Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump +Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct +I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut +Put your big shoes on now walk your struts +Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? Right? +Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts +Unattainable thrust plus that hammerhead busts +Once I splash acapella wind shaft +This sick wild behavior can't shield from the BLAAST! +Thrash mash the pedal now dash +Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash +Sound cage of rage livin' that status +That murderous thirst that's reign of the baddest +You heard it here first one verse then you're caught +Everybody jumpin' out gangsta walk rock +[Hook : U-God] +[ U-God] +Raw, cold winds energize rebels +All our doors swingin' killing floor level +Explode code of silence my violence you respect +Liver than flesh that this mic head the best +Veteran chest never say die never say rest +The hang time derange in this rap game divine +Now change of the range bang with gansta our line +Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome +Define we pro dynamo I'm still scalpin' +The body countin' rhyme drop put it on kill now +Toil your girl in your Cadillac Seville chill +Golden arch stolen heart no I'm robbin' fed +Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin' +[Hook: U-God]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy"