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lean wit it

It's Team Pyrex over here You know how we do it Uh, in the kitchen going H.A.M again Fucking with them birds like Cam and them I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in We them niggas on the curb with them hammers in, ah! Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam If it get hectic, we gon' stretch it like a limousine Ain't no crutchin', if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean I be reppin' in your section, me and my nigga Dean Ghost boy in the ghost, nigga I burn bread, I ain't talking toast, nigga Whole team of killers, I'm the coach Digger Presidential on my wrist now take your votes, nigga Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear I got some bad bitches that will get it there If you don't wanna get it we gon' send them there If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in the lear Brick Squad like Waka and them If it's Gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them I don't touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get your shit straight I'm selling that raw shit, you sellin' that whip weight Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your bitch face Ugh, fifty cash in my pocket Nigga, I got your stash in my pocket I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket I said it's lookin' like I got Nicki ass in my pocket Talkin' "ass, ass, ass, ass" all I get is cash, cash Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag The way these bitches waving at me you would think a cab past No wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit' your mad ass Rollie on me cost a whole brick Killers with me ain't got no pics These groupie bitches ain't got no sense So we make a movie on them bitches, no script Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it 36 treat it like a dirty bitch ‘Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip Call me anything, don't call me by my government ‘Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin' shit We be on some "if-u-snitchin'-crack-your-melon" shit If I ain't rockin' with the Smith it's Parabellum shit Papi bring them on the boat, he know we selling shit Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit' it 750 getting busy wit' a box in it So when they pull us over they don't find them Glocks in it Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it Microwave or we gon' pot whip it When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

right on time

My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm The only lady I can ever match bonds with On some atomic bond shit, our love is plutonic But I just can't put my foot on it My one and my only, we not only lovers but homies Whenever I'm lonely, right on time she arrives She know the business for some minutes I bury that kitty alive, oh no, I'm kidding but I really be in it And we don't plan on having kiddies But I really be skinnin', really be raw They say sex is the weapon, love is really a war And sometimes I feel threatened 'cause she really know all My weaknesses, sometimes we fight, won't speak and shit But we both know what the sequence is It's like a never-ending cycle, something like your menstrual The day you put your menopause, I'll pause the instrumentals That dussace got me in the mental Me and you until the end of time 'til we no longer existential Right on time, you are my love This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence When we switching positions My mission's to put you in the best conditions Right on time, you are my love This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence When we switching positions My mission's to put you in the best conditions My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm They say one man's trash is another man's treasure No, one man's clever, one knows no better I like to go get her to keep her warm in cold weather She blow below better then she goes for endeavors Write our names on the clouds in bold letters If hoes ever touch me, she load Berettas But trust me, she's lusty, it must be me rubbin' it off on her skin I can't budge her, a pen? I swear that her love is just a sin We back at it again, fussin' and fightin', I start cussin', she cryin' Break up to make up, I start cuttin' then slide it in Then mix the vibe with some Hen, you got five, I got ten Now we some trippy niggas as high as a fin But what's your game, love? Already know it We some ordinary people but extraordinary poets Get lost in the Moet when I po' it Fuck it if we drownin' in pain, 'cause we don't really show it Right on time, you are my love This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence When we switching positions My mission's to put you in the best conditions Right on time, you are my love This ain't nothing like consistence, persistence When we switching positions My mission's to put you in the best conditions My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful, so much charm

2 reasons

Tell the DJ turn it up Bet the DJ bring it back Tell him play that shit again Tell him that you like that, like that, oh Trey, I ain't got but two reasons to be here man All the ballers poppin' bottles I know it's somebody birthday Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Yeah and somebody gettin' drunk too Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Catch me in the club like I own that bitch Shawty dancin' like she on that dick Bad bitches never hold back Send me a picture, where your phone at? I only came here for two reasons I came for, whatchu came for? I only came for the bitches and the drinks Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks For the bitch, ca-came for the bitches and the drinks Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks, what you came for? Baby, get your glass up, only came for bitches and the drinks Baby, get your ass up, that's what I came for I see you tryin' to handcuff her on the street Stop trippin', you can't control that freak Ain't nobody got a body like hers Ghetto booty, but she came from the 'burbs Got a dark skinned girl dancin' on me Two white girls dancin' on me Bad yellow bone, yeah I'm in my zone Waitress keep comin' back, so you know we hella gone I only came here for two reasons I came for, whatchu came for? I only came for the bitches and the drinks Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks For the bitch, ca-came for the bitches and the drinks Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks, what you came for? Baby, get your glass up, only came for bitches and the drinks Baby, get your ass up, that's what I came for I hit the club and buy the bar In VIP, just see my partners and a lot of broads And such a G' I be, just pop them bottles, party hard I'm done with today, I'm lookin' for tomorrow All I do is turn up, ain’t no dough it don’t concern us All this bubba kush I burn up, smell some regular, it ruined us Turning corners, fishtailin' out the parking lot yellin' Bankhead, west side, eight or nine chicks trailin' Right behind us, been this way since we were minors If it wasn't for the chicks up in this bitch, you wouldn't find us Even way out in China, same thing when I came through the door Like, here you go again, where the bitches and the drink, yo I only came for I only came for the bitches and the drinks Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks You need to know what I came for Bitches and the drinks Bitches and the drinks, bitches and the drinks I know you know what I came for Baby, get your glass up, only came for bitches and the drinks Baby, get your ass up, that's what I came for Hey girl, you heard what I said, get your ass up If you hot, you cold, you Florida, Alaska Chicago, Virginia, New York City Houston where the girls all thick LA, the Bay, tell your girl 'bout this Matter fact tell the whole GA Ooh, you know they fine up and down the Carolinas Shout to every ten I see when I'm down in Tennessee I only came here for two reasons I came for I only came for the bitches and the drinks

blunted

I got 1.5 for the blunt Go ahead and pass me a Swisher Blunted, blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? I got 1.5 for the red eye flight If you tryna get high bitch just my type Sitting in the room full of disco lights Pair of shades on, who the coolest nigga on site Tell 'em hide that, where the fuck you buy that? I can't even try that, glad I got my own shit with me Catch up, if it's OG match up But you ain't got a Swisher then we ain't gon' session This motherfucking weed so sticky Breaking this down get ya fingers so messy You gon' put a hole in the blunt, keep rushing Shoulda used a grinder ho, them buds chunky now You could say I'm an addict Got a gram of the wax if you need a dab hit Must keep it in a jar cause these niggas cabbage What you smoke, 420 is my fucking average, imagine Blunted, blunted, know you can smell me coming Said blunted, blunted, everybody always like "Sell me something" But this sack cost more than a 20 You can roll one of mine just wrap it like a mummy Straight top shelf in the store Stole the connect, now I get it for the low So you know I got.. 1.5 for the blunt Go ahead and pass me a Swisher Smoke about a pound in a month I don't even pay it no attention Got 1.5 for the blunt Go ahead and pass me a Swisher Stay blunted, blunted, blunted Where the blunt at? Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? I got 1.5 for the blunt Go ahead and pass me a Swisher, stay Roll one for the niggas who fronted For the bitches who want it, roll one for the money Roll one to the face, that's 4 if you counting High as a mountain, all for these ounces Uh stuck in the middle of the couch with cotton mouth I need a sip from the Fanta So gone think I left a couple nugs at ya crib Make sure you hit a nigga when you found 'em Blunted, blunted, me and my niggas treat weed like money Said blunted, blunted, if I smell another seed I'm running Said, no sticks, taking shots while you hitting bricks Know I got the juice and you niggas nowhere in the mix Be consistent, what you smoke hit or miss I roll up OG every intermish O-OG, might make a motherfucker OD Hit ya body like morphine, army Babysitting the blunt, I'll get you a car seat Fuck what it cost me, these dividends is all going to the medicine It ain't one of the 7 sins, rolling with these 7 grams Sorry baby if there's weed hanging out the end, but it's 1.5 for the blunt Go ahead and pass me a Swisher Smoke about a pound in a month I don't even pay it no attention Got 1.5 for the blunt Go ahead and pass me a Swisher Stay blunted, blunted, blunted Where the blunt at? Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at? I got 1.5 for the blunt Go ahead and pass me a Swisher, stay

coldblooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded Ain't it - huh, c'mon - hard-core We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother Com, gotta make our move through The stylist and violence with vibrance The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless The mind is a terrible thing to spill Rap life's like a dream that seems for real A nigga wake up, superstar, with no acres After travellin the world to see paper's just paper Streets take ya back and forth like a shaker I'm a slave to the rhythm's breakin off I get the job done, but some days I wanna take off D be like, "We ain't got no time for that!" ?uestlove said, "We ain't got no time for that!" My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that!" So I rhyme when my back hurts Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin We're in to win with Hen's and Heineken's Beast for each and greet the meek with speech To seek and peak cause Pete, shit gets deep I fuh-fuh-freak, styles that come out At night, when most cats pull the gun out Go on and on and, to the break of when the Sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged and raw (hey) for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C, uhh - cold-blooded (yeah) Cold-blooded (c'mon) hard-core (ain't it funky) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and yours, for you and yours (Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns I want you to taste these horns, c'mon now) C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core (ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) rugged and raw (yeah baby that's what I'm talkin about C'mon, give em, give us a little more) For you and yours, for you and yours C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core (c'mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw (Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here) For you and yours, for you and yours The simps, please uhh uhh uhh uhh These studs mention me, uhh uhh uhh uhh As a, intense MC, sent to be the reign On the industry I came With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennesey walk My imagery talks, metaphors and similes stalk Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga I'm killin 'em soft Dealin with golf, gettin blowed on the course I be dissin magazines, but then buy The Source Can't explain why the force, is with me Known to bring a rapper down - like Bobby did Whitney Sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks Braggin how they don't eat meat and abstract I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene With a rhyme scheme to escape frauds Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta sprinter The way you want the game I rub off like henna I remain like a tattoo with natural raps Copy like a fax that's y'all actual facts Battle raps is where it began, I'mma end it wherever I land I done thought of, a master plan, it goes Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged and raw (hey) for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C, uhh - cold-blooded (yeah) Cold-blooded (c'mon) hard-core (ain't it funky) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and yours, for you and yours (Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns I want you to taste these horns, c'mon now) C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core (ain't it) Rough and rugged (uh) rugged and raw (yeah baby that's what I'm talkin about C'mon, give em, give us a little more) For you and yours, for you and yours C to the, cold-blooded (na, na-nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core (c'mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw (Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here) For you and yours, for you and yours

1st quarter freestyle

You gon' have to kill me for me to stop gettin' it, feel me? Straight up God! Finally famous, nigga Paper chasers, G.O.O.D My girl the baddest, too, G.O.O.D I'ma just keep countin' I look up Okay I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic And just like a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus But instead I'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards Gettin' head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles But she ain't come up for air one time, I swear she from Atlantis It's so fuckin' hard to have manners since I bought a manor I never take off, I just take off her panties To partially nominated, yeah, yeah nigga you know me Hop on a song and kill with niggas, who just won all the trophies Bitch I ain't playin' no more like D. Rose or Kobe, it's Kobe the beef and it's shrimp ravioli Sean Don, you know me, my cash homophobic, I swear it's so straight Then I double it up like I cloned it! My homie called me like "Sean Don, look You know I got a girl, like you, so my nigga this one's off the books But could you hook me up with Ariana Grande?" Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parkin' (swerve swerve) Get hit with that 18, what's that? Bitch it's two 9's, that's parallel sparkin' I look up to the stars and God damnit I swear I can hear them shits talkin' To you they the stars but to me they a target She said that I'm fine and I say that I'm gorgeous I'm livin' so lawless, I promise We just landed, Bora Bora Champagne, I pour, I pour Model girls, old Kimora Fuck more or less, it's more or more I'm stackin' paper, safe to safe, drawer to drawer, bank to bank, floor to floor Touch a dollar and them killas be door to door to door to door to door to door Face to face, Hennessy, case to case Day to day, I paper chase, amazin' grace I've been plottin' since '86, and I was born in '88 So what the fuck that make me? A young visionary My secretary finna be a millionare Imma call her military Finally Famous militarian, I rep that, that 'Til I hit the cemetery And I'm way too skinny for jail, ho So I gotta stay rich enough just for the bail, ho I'm collectin' this change like I live in a well Heaven on Earth, I could get it through Hell Bitch, we did it and did it ourselves So now I'm presidential, my life, presidential, my wife Residential, the lake, presidential estates Like my homie Tone said, I could talk about my watch all day But that's a fuckin' presidential debate Man shout out to SAYITAINTTONE and Jay John Adubb Da Gawd, Earlly Mac, Danny Brown Oba and Boldy, Doughboyz and Vezzo Trick, Eminem, Royce Team East Side, K-Dizzle Dusty, Ro' Spit and the rest of them niggas 'Til we come together, we all ain't gon' get it We run the city! Man, free my dog Juan, man, straight up Lot of shit been on my mind lately, feel me? My homie talked to me like "Man why the hell you look the way you lookin'? How you feel the way you feel When you got every architect in town Man, tryna sit and build You got every girl that's in Detroit that's hot tryna come chill Cause I just lost my nigga Doe B and a fuckin' Uncle Phil Nigga, Ye layed the Blueprint So I need hundred dollar bills, new print Hangin' from my family tree, I'm a nuisance, millionaire Fuck your two cents, you ain't do shit I'm a player, baby, I be wearin' zoo print Lightin' struck like Zeus sent Sometimes, to see the bigger picture, man you gotta zoom in Sean cold, bitch where you been? Motherfucka, I've been great This for the fans that say they love the album but they fuckin' love the mixtapes For y'all, man I do whatever it takes Don't worry I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic And just like a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus But instead I'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards Gettin' head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles But she ain't come up for air one time, I swear she from Atlantis Finally famous You little fuckin' bitch And all that I just did, all my old shit, that's practice So from here on out it's murder, nigga Oh that's who you excited, oh that's the new nigga? He's alright You ain't fuckin' with me! Waddup doe Key Wane! As the dynasty grows, sunshine's all we know Detroit, G.O.O.D Waddup La Flame, the homie Travi$ Scott Killin' y'all My girl the baddest, my drinks the coldest My team the realest, the trillest Finally Famous over everything

chains choking me

Yeah, yeah, yeah Wheezy Beats I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep I been travelin' with the 'chete like lil' savage wit' me Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me Tryin' to get rid of me but I won't go Favorite noise is when we sexing Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oooh-oh-oooh (Mmm) Put a lear inside the sky, hunnid thousand some feet (Thousand some feet) Chrome hearts covering my eyes, Yeezy boosts on my feet (Boosts on my feet) We get high fly through the clouds, I'm as high as can be (High as can be) Forgiatos on my ride, gettin' that money like Meech (Money like Meech) Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VVs (Know these VVs) I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V (Supreme Louis V) I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach (Lean in the peach) Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets Floatin' through the atmosphere, I am out of your reach (Out of your reach) I ain't have to sign no deals, still got hunnids on me (Hunnids on me) Coupe with 24 inch rims on that "Big Bentley B" Run inside the crib, treat this bitch like a suite I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep I keep stackin' all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me Now-ooh-ooh, bring the love right back, yeah Got million off a bando, ooh I got the team racks now, ooh I'm tired of riskin' my soul Plain jane, on a bust down Rep the set, I'm gon' get down I make sure you wake up like a Bachelorette Sprinter or tour bus, we got used to that Nappin' on a jet, 'cause we barely rest Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that Probably on X and that angel dust I got a little coke, what you want, but you gotta use your nose Light brown diamonds on my wrist like Corona I hopped on the jet with a stick, we big as the law when we rich My pilots are doin' the dash, I be getting jet lash I put the tint on the tag, I don't do the clearance tags Won't wear the same thing, I'm a brat I ran up this money, don't lack I'm tired of the backstabs, put that dick in her abs like Oooooh (Wheezy Beats) Won't you bring on my lovin' back here You-you see that ho? you better not fall in love with me Ain't got a caution tape, 'round all this hole baby girl You better not fall in love with me I'm runnin' back just how she backflips Oh baby, I know she back there lookin' like Ooh-ooh-oooooooh Do not fall in love with me

a hundred million roses

Uh, when I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters In my Cartiers, two lugged teeth Threw ice in it, so I feel the breeze Two thug bitches, thinkin about them G's Who love the hood, they'll never leave Four model bitches stay popping E On that booger sugar, rolling up the trees Spit hella game in her skinny frame Versace frames, and her dirty bangs She fuck her friends, then fuck my friends This story go, it will never end, (it will never end) It, it, it will never end And if I die before I wake, I pray that A$AP will be great My mama good and my girl be late So there will be another me and the world be straight Damn that nigga did his thang, he took over and changed the game His silk shirt, Versace frames, his fly ass bitches His tight ass jeans, his dirty Benz, his Cuban links His big ass smile, his eyes is chinked His brown ass skin, he was looking gold He really lived, God bless his soul When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Roses, roses, bring a hundred million roses Fergie, Fergie ? Uh, tell that bitch that I'm Fergie Ferg Remind her I'm rich but never flip a bird Yes a nigga street, just like the curb Young Bari high, fucking with the herd Rest in peace to Selena I listen to you sing when I'm rolling the weed up Mix the Cristal with Tequila Might fuck your bitch but I don't wanna to kill her I beat that bitch, flash backs to Tina I feel like Ike when I'm on the mic And my Diet Butcher, Vera Wang Vera Wang slang bitches for their brain And 40 ounce bounce, thug bitches with the fangs Who fill the block up with cocaine When I die bring a hundred million roses Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters Roses, bring a hundred million roses Roses, roses, bring a hundred million roses

julien

Eh, entre les guiboles d'une mineure aux traits tirés Ses lèvres d'en bas sont atteintes de logorrhée Julien les aime fragiles pour l'innocenter Julien les aime fragiles, pouvoir tout tenter Taille de pénis méprisée par mère nature S'est vu devenir la risée du monde adulte Boulot ordinaire derrière ordi', carte mère Pornographie infantile en sauvegarde temporaire Excité dans tous les milieux, fort étriqué, brimé Et ennuyeux, souillé, contagieux Aime les mômes mais les mômes l'aiment pour c'qu'il n'est pas Ou l'aiment pour c'qu'il sera qu'après verge mouillée Du dur au moelleux, les retombées, les remords De ses actes peu sages s'impriment sur son visage Un livre sans pages, une morale à deux francs cinquante Le prépuce venimeux et la peau luisante Enfermé par les dogmes et code sociétal Cloisonné par l'effort d'être ce qu'il n'est pas Amour autoritaire aux sentiments effacés Aimant dépuceler fillette pré-pubère Fais le vide (mmh), fais le vide (tutututu) Il fait le vide, Julien aime les gosses (aouh) Fais le vide (palapapapalala), fais le vide (palapapapalala) Il fait le vide, Julien aime les gosses - Bonjour - Bonjour - Vous allez bien ? - Oui, ça va - Comment v'vous appelez ? - J'm'appelle Julien - Hun Incompris mais comprend qu'on n'pourra le comprendre, insomnies récurrentes, pense à c'que les gens pensent Julien vit ses vices et sévit sans se faire prendre Julien crise, crie et s'écrie pour s'faire entendre Hôpitaux réputés, psychologues marginaux Séances aux montants faramineux, plein Paris Nord Aime les gens mais les gens l'aiment pour c'qu'il n'est pas Constamment dans la gêne causée par ses torts Julien c'est ton voisin, Julien c'est ton mari (oui) Julien c'est sûrement l'autre, Julien c'est sûrement lui (oui) Caméléon dans la nature, erreur de dramaturge En costume-cravate dans un bureau sans vie Quelle vie vit-on quand on n'a pas la vie qu'on veut ? Qui sommes-nous quand on n'peut être que c'que l'on peut ? Enfermés par les dogmes et code sociétal Cloisonnés par l'effort d'être ce qu'on n'est pas Y a-t-il une médecine, une science pour c'que l'on rejette ? Y a-t-il une vitrine, une fente ou un bout d'fenêtre ? Personne se connait mais tout l'monde prétend connaître l'autre Une erreur de la nature, à qui la faute ? Fais le vide (mmh), fais le vide (tutututu) Il fait le vide, Julien aime les gosses (aouh) Fais le vide (palapapapalala), fais le vide (palapapapalala) Il fait le vide, Julien aime les gosses (aouh) Fais le vide (palapapapalala), fais le vide (palapapapalala) Il fait le vide, Julien aime les gosses Palapapapalala, palapapapalala Fais le vide, Julien aime les gosses (aouh) Fais le vide

meowpurrdy

Y'all gonna do a whole cat album? Cat album Damn Motherfuckers start bringing their cats to the tour bus and shit Meow-meow-meow-meow Meow-meow-meow-meow We might have to sample that for the album Hahaaaaa The cat album by the dog Meow the Jewels Meow-meow-meow-meow Meow-meow-meow-meow Meow-meow-meow-meow Meow-meow-meow-meow I can't believe this Somebody got to do it shit, why not me I'm gonna bang this bitch the fuck out! You better -- You might wanna record the way you feeling like history being made This muthafucka put a mirror on the goddamn screen Let's go, El-P! Huh? Champ! So what we're gonna do next? I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight? I'm lookin' lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for service The bitches bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin', screamin' and cursin' I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like Bitch, give it up or stand adjacent to Satan Bad man chillin', the villains is here No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you naked The jewel runners, top tag team for two summers Live and let live, fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's honor I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, I'm too honest So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey You meet another pair better - highly unlikely And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me You know your favorite rapper ain't shit and me, I might be The closest representation of God you might see Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food The kitten became a lion that look at your face like... (Meow the Jewels) I've never been much of shit, by most measurements don't exist on the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little bitch But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch like assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win so we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dick I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food That's why we got the people behind us While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewel runners will always stay rude Motherfuck your permission Was never yours to begin with And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prison I been here making raw shit and never asked to be lauded Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"

froze

I'm a rockstar, smash my guitar Diamonds on my fist and on my arms Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y'all I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid, hey I'm ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit, hey I roll around town in a Rolls and shit I got that bag and we movin' that snow Like it's Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit Hundred K large on my Audemar When we run down we hit one of y'all I'mma post up at the corner store Trappin' all night but I shine like I'm Armor All I am so hot I might break the thermometer Coppers they watch us and follow us Flip through that paper no calendar All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah I got a different kind of money I'm on a different kind of grind I'm with some different type of niggas We on a different type of time Go get the money fuck them bitches Bitches be gettin' out of line I turned that one into a two I turned that point into a nine Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye You know how froze that is, aye Look at my neck, damn, aye You know how froze that is, aye Look at my wrist, uh, yea You know how froze that is, aye Look at my fist, uh, yea You know how froze that is, aye Skrrrt, driving around in a Bentley, ya Following Meek and lil' Nicki, ya It is just me and lil' Brittney, ya Diamonds so wet you could slip in, ay Look at the bitch, take a picture She is just so photogenic, yea She ride my dick like a dirt bike You know she gon' pop a wheelie, yea Count my money to a milli, yea Drive a Porsche all up in Philly Holding that gun with no holster Diamonds and Rollie get coolie I'm a rockstar smash my guitar Diamonds on my fist and on my arms Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y'all I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M's Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then Movie, I'm living through these Scorsese lens Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin' Different type of money, you on a different type of broke Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke I just be sittin' in the mansion, takin' a dip inside the pool We don't go out without assassins We on some different type of rules, uhh I'm a rockstar, scratch my guitar Diamonds on my ring and on my arms Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y'all You know how froze that is, aye Look at my neck, damn, aye You know how froze that is, aye Look at my wrist, uh, yea You know how froze that is, aye Look at my fist, uh, yea You know how froze that is, aye Huh, what? (yeah) You know how froze that is, aye Look at my neck, damn, aye You know how froze that is, aye Look at my wrist, uh, yea You know how froze that is, aye Look at my fist, uh, yea You know how froze that is, aye

walk on green

I made that money, I bought me a team A bad ass bitches, brought 'em all to the scene (Oh yeah) I got that drank, I mix that lean Then throw that money up, and then I walk on green (Oh yeah) I walk on green (Oh yeah) I walk on green (Oh yeah) I pull up to the club just to walk on green (Oh yeah) I walk on green (Oh yeah) I walk on green (Oh yeah) Them bitches fall in love when you walk on green (Oh yeah) Shooting dice with my niggas, Miami Vice with my niggas I met a girl, that met a girl, that met a girl, that's wit it I got phone numbers and pictures, room keys and bitches All up in my pocket, no wallet cause shit (Girl) I walk on green, I walk on green And if she fuck me, she fuck my team She too turned up, she on my lean And you can call me PGA because I walk on green Bitch moving my speed, jeans on all her clothes Point guard on my team, bitch playing her role Keep it real low-key, she ain't tryin' get known I love a young bitch that be down to get the dough Kirko Bangz, Montana Paid hundred bands for that stunt, I got purple drank in my cup I just drank, smoke till I'm gone, tell 'em I'll be back next month I just seen the game not played it, most of the time I was faded I ain't ask who she came with, she just seen the ice then skate it I'm just goin' HAM in that field, I'm just walking on that green Throw about 20 grand in the air, told her walk up on that green Talkin' pop that, blunt rolled, cup full, getting big Started from a dollar, now I'm making M's Walking on that green, started with dirty money And walking off clean- suited Sam Rothstein, zoota Going off the lean, I be faded with my homie Kirk Montana Coke Boyz, always Montana, always gonna work

paradise

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach So she ran away in her sleep And dreamed of para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Every time she closed her eyes Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach And the bullets catch in her teeth Life goes on, it gets so heavy The wheel breaks the butterfly Every tear, a waterfall In the night, the stormy night, she'll close her eyes In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly And dream of para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh She'd dream of para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh La-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la So lying underneath those stormy skies She'd say, "Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh I know the sun must set to rise" This could be para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise This could be para-para-paradise Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh This could be para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise This could be para-para-paradise Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh This could be para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise This could be para-para-paradise Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo

sapiosexual

You recording, bitch? Great minds fuck each other Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, let-let me fuck your mind uh YMF, nigga Na-nasty motherfucker, might fuck without a rubber- Ducky, if you're lucky Only if you're lucky though, don't tell my mother Am-am I too blunt? She said uh-uh, then I lit the blunt Young Mind Fuck, what the fuck? She was such a— Sapio Sexual (think about it, baby) Let me fuck your mind Let me, let me fuck your mind Let me hit it from the back, let me hit in rewind Sapio Sexual, Sapio Sexual (Think about it) Let me fuck your mind She got that thing twerkin' Let me, let me fuck your mind She got that thing twerkin' Let me choke you up (murder scene!) Let me poke you up (bomb bomb) Pussy make you wanna call 9 (one, one) Greatest of all time like Mike (one, one) Check mine (one two) Now your brain is (all mine!) Make it rhyme, why you worry about my double enten'? To-tongue on the clit, finger fuckin' (throwin' gang signs) Oh shit, know them hoes told you bout the Druggies Might lick your asshole, don't judge me (don't wuwwy!) Young Mind Fuck, what the fuck? Yeah, I'm in this bitch And I'm in your bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm lookin' like (Switch!) Light switch, click, then I'm in the mall like swish! (baller, mane) You with the hips, you and your uterus could use a lift Uh, kiss the lips on your face and below your waist (mwah) Askin' rhetorical questions like "Whose is this?" There is Only 1, she got that thing twerkin' And one thing is for certain, yeah, she's a— Sapio Sexual (think about it, baby) Let me fuck your mind Let me, let me fuck your mind Let me hit it from the back, let me hit in rewind Sapio Sexual, Sapio Sexual (Think about it) Let me fuck your mind She got that thing twerkin' Let me, let me fuck your mind She got that thing twerkin' Take 'em to church! If you don't know, man, better ask somebody! Let me fuck your mind! If you don't know, man, better ask somebody! Somebody, somebody, somebody If you don't know, man If you don't know, man, better ask somebody! Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too (true) Down to ditch but’ll still school you Make you happy but fuck you like he mad at you Pull your weave back, (lick around your areola) Never sober, always gettin' bent, bend over! Haha, no really though, bend over and touch your toes Mami, let me see what you can do (work!) Crizzle my scrilla, Soulo that nigga Soul! (Work!) Cole World! Uh, little nasty, this one for my— Sapio Sexual (think about it, baby) Let me fuck your mind Let me, let me fuck your mind Let me hit it from the back, let me hit in rewind Sapio Sexual, Sapio Sexual (Think about it) Let me fuck your mind She got that thing twerkin' Let me, let me fuck your mind She got that thing twerkin'

420 blaze up

Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat bat to myself Leave it to beaver, America gon' legalize but I ain't believe her Til she finally did it Overworked but I'm still committed All things under the letter G, Snoop Dogg done did it Gracefully gazing unto the sky A lot of people smoke just to get by But I see things much differently Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically Put it in a letter so you let it be One day we'll all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J And not have to answer to nobody I live my life like it's a party So let's go cuz So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nananana I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep I got me a sweet I hope they legalize it here, I'm tired of police You think you could smoke like me & Snoop, don't try to compete I'll still blaze with ya, fire that ho up If smoking weed is going down, then I'ma show up Weed is where I'm needed, it's a necessity If I ain't got it, little shit get the best of me I even put it in my food, I got a brownie recipe You eat one piece man your ass'll be fucked up for six or seven hours or so You don't like edibles? Then I got plenty of flowers to blow Smoke it in the paper, cigar, a bong Don't worry about the haters, just vibe to the song And do it however you please, you please Today's the day to smoke weed So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Damn, a pound ain't really nothing now Remember smoking with my cousin Now we all Raw cone stuffing Enough to wake neighbors up KK my favorite flavor And you ain't gotta ask cause we major I smoke like them old players Only put it in the paper I just started recently letting niggas smoke blunts around me Known to keep the room cloudy Get a bad bitch, sit her down, let her smoke, now she open The best trees I be smoking Smell it through the bag so it's potent Even get it on the plane, TSA don't even notice Ran in the burner, he done taught a young nigga how to grow it A pothead but I be focused And it ain't in my session if it's bullshit Only the best what you dealing with It's legal now, everybody's doing this So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up So go ahead and put your J's up Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Na-na-na-na-na-nanana na Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight

forever rain

RM forever rain 가사 하루종일 비가 왔음 좋겠어 누가 나 대신에 좀 울어 줬으면 해서 yeah 종일 비가 왔음 좋겠어 그럼 사람들이 날 쳐다보질 않아서 yeah 우산이 슬픈 얼굴 가려주니까 빗속에선 사람들도 저마다 바쁘니까 좀만 느리게 숨 쉴래 평소엔 내 삶도 내 랩도 너무 빠르니까 지금 모든 게 제 위치로 하늘엔 나의 그림자가 비치고 난 어둠을 딛고 서 있어 고개를 밑으로 내 발뒤꿈치로 yeah Slow rap Slow jam Slow rain Everything slow Slow rap Slow jam Slow rain Everything slow Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) (영원히 rain) Forever rain (영원히 rain) Forever rain (영원히 rain) Forever rain (영원히 rain) Forever rain 비가 오면 조금은 나아 친구가 있다는 기분이 들어 자꾸 내 창문들을 두드려 잘 지내냐면서 안부를 물어 And I answer 난 여전히 삶의 인질 죽지 못해 살지는 않지만 무언가에 묶여있지 나도 너처럼 어딘가 두드릴 수만 있다면 온 세상에 진하게 입 맞출 수 있다면 그 누군가 나를 맞아줄까 내 고된 몸을 어쩜 받아줄까 제발 아무것도 묻지마 그냥 영원히 내려줘 니가 내리면 외롭지 않아 너라도 내 곁에 있어줘 잿빛 세상에서 살고 싶어 영원 따위 없는 걸 알고 있어 Slow rap Slow jam Slow rain Everything slow When it rains, it pours When it rains, it pours It pours (it pours, it pours) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (Forever rain) Forever rain (영원히 rain) Forever rain (영원히 rain) Forever rain (영원히 rain) Forever rain (영원히 rain) Forever rain 영원히 rain 영원히 (내려줘 영원히) 영원히 rain 영원히 내려줘 영원히 rain 영원히 (내려줘 영원히) 영원히 rain 영원히 내려줘

fever

Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer Pour you lean up, T up All these fucking niggas want to be us I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal I hopped up swagging bitch I'm T'd up Put the weed up on the scale, I'm smoking Libra She ask why I'm sipping drink, I got a fever Try me please don't, I'ma shot if he want Nigga ain't no fucking snitching, I'll cop a plea though That bitch want some frito, I am not a hero I eat all the fritos to myself, I'm a Leo How all these niggas copy me, I think I'm Sosa Kinkos All these bitches spotting me, I think I'm Sosa Bingo This nigga blocked me on the hit, I guess I'm Sosa free throw I swear my life a fucking movie, you know Chief Sosa lead though Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer Pour you lean up, T up All these fucking niggas want to be us I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal I hopped up swagging bitch I'm T'd up Put the weed up on the scale, I'm smoking Libra She ask why I'm sipping drink, I got a fever I got HKs, AKs, fuck days, pay days She say her name is Lulu I just called her Lele I got big lumps of the money on the way way I was riding around spending money wait what's today's date This nigga bitch just called my phone, I took her on a play date In my motherfucking room, I fucked her then I made way Chief Sosa a damn heavyweight, you pussy niggas lightweight Chief Sosa got long money, swear I got parade cake I hop out car bitches say I'm Fat Sosa Albert, hey hey Then she send me her number, I hit that bitch some days later Hits the blunt one time how the fuck you way way I had a meeting today but I pulled up a day later Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer Pour you lean up, T up All these fucking niggas want to be us I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal I hopped up swagging bitch I'm T'd up Put the weed up on the scale I'm smoking Libra She ask why I'm sipping drink I got a fever

pipe it up

'Know whatchua'll doin? But I'm piped up See that boy right there? He piped up See that girl right there? She piped up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up I walk in the club just to pipe it up I stand on this stage and I pipe it up Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up Go buy a bando then I pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up I walk in the club just to pipe it up I stand on this stage and I pipe it up Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up Go buy a bando then I pipe it up Quavo! Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up (Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up) I walk in the club just to pipe it up She was a basic bitch til I piped her up I'm just doing my dab, I called it the pipe it up They know that I'm having blue Benjamin's They know I'm on top of the pyramid They know I'ma go down in Guinness All this dab a nigga drippin' Piped up in the city Piped up with yo bitches Piped up in Givenchy Piped up new edition When a nigga start talking shit, gotta pipe up the ammunition Your bitch walkin' around piped up When she see me, she blowin' kisses Feelin' like Aladdin, Quavo the genie I grant your ho three wishes You know I do magic, Quavo Houdini I touch the pack and get it missin' Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up I walk in the club just to pipe it up I stand on this stage and I pipe it up Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up Go buy a bando then I pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up I walk in the club just to pipe it up I stand on this stage and I pipe it up Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up Go buy a bando then I pipe it up Broke niggas still saying "turn it up!" All my young rich niggas screaming out "pipe it up!" Benjamins old they extinct like a dinosaur Look at yo diamonds, yo diamonds ain't bright enough I send the work to get used in a catapult Play with the dope in the snow like a hockey puck Pipe it up, pipe it up, no Roddy Piper They biting the flow nigga but the Migos got the title So now niggas dabbing, don't know how it happen I been touchdown on you niggas ask Madden Don't forget bitch I'm the dab daddy In stores now YRN fashion (Yung Rich Nation!) Pipe it up, bitch it's gon' be the new anthem I come through swervin in a black Panamera Pull out the camo when you see me Christian Louboutin, hopping out that's an animal Now remember, fore we made this song, nobody said pipe it up Next thing we dropping, we gon' fuck em up, have everybody screaming pipe it up Pipe it up in the club while I'm on drugs A nigga fucking up the furniture Shoot a money ball like Steve Kerr Pipe it up, I get them pints on reserve (Actavis) Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up I walk in the club just to pipe it up I stand on this stage and I pipe it up Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up Go buy a bando then I pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up I walk in the club just to pipe it up I stand on this stage and I pipe it up Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up Go buy a bando then I pipe it up

all due respect

This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent Blow marijuana smoke no incense Exhale in the face of innocent infants On some "Ah hah, look what I did" shit And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig And Rin Tin Tin, ah hah hah, look what I did again We the hooligans outside of school again Sayin don’t be a fool never follow rules again We the bad boys bully with the fully that The teachers say ain’t shit and in the need of discipline We the goddamn reason for Ritalin In the back of the class, twitchin’ and fidgetin’ Dead wrong we never got along We laughed at the kids that was active participants Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag And a bible of Gideon Got suspended for bullyin' a bully When I go back to class I'ma punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again 'cause you get no respect I don't flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas The shits all paid for I signed the papers Used to date but then I made her my main bitch Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville Any invader get slayed and stay killed On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up We call when the fam get paid a great thrill I Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off You drive a rape van Mullet Ray-Bans We do Vicious You do witness You don't clap shit you's a cricket Run the J’s we don't run so much it’s all fun and games till my J’s get scuffed I'm livid, fuming, out of touch I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I can almost die I got no goals left but to save my mind They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater Drinker, fired by the company Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes This my house it's high or the highway High or the highway High or the highway High or the highway High or the highway 'cause you get no respect I'm a thrill killer, I will test you Just like daddy fuckin' left you It’s all your fault, mommy's lonely You’re a burden, she needs rescue Hey little buddy, where’s your mommy? Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny Here’s a dollar don’t follow behind me I gotta go bang out mom and auntie I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas Hang where the cops seem scared to find us Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us Fuck your life but first run the diamonds From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers) Can't relate to your first world struggles You want safety, hugs and cuddles IED’s will leave bloody puddles Woke up in Nigeria Kicked out America Case of malaria Shit got scarier Got left with a gun and a pit bull terrier And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores Y’know back to the home of a rock in Georgia To return as a king, Michael the benevolent Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant 'cause you get no respect

johnny

When I imagine myself on acid I take steps backwards and find those to lap itself Even dance and pounce around My silent thoughts who had the crown Don't-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself When I imagine myself on acid I take steps backwards and find those to lap itself Even dance and pounce around My silent thoughts who had the crown Don't-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself I could've got a job at McDonald's, but I like curly fries That's a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys Could've got a deal if I wanted, but I like owning shit And I like making shit, and I like selling it Could've peaked when I was in high school, but I had bigger plans Could've took the time out to find you, but you ain't understand You don't gotta leave for them to define you, cause what could you demand? When everybody out to define you without a circumstance Anybody got Harry Styles' phone number? Okay, I called him and they said I got the wrong number I was tryna be Pac when I was younger, dreaming of better days I don't see my mom no more, remind me of bad weather days If you got a problem with me, try some other guy I let you know I'm a dog, I eat the cat alive But really, though, I'm alone, 'cause I don't stick around And yes, I know it's my fault, so put your finger down I would keep this shit pent up if it weren't for my mom If it weren't for Dijon, yeah, I don't like to lie Guess it sounds out the month Should've opened up my mouth more, show 'em what my fist for Let 'em get a fistful, caught up in the lust, man Bred from the legs of straight killers on best end Black eyes, bloody sheets, damn, where yo' feet stand? We should get a new plan, maybe some more fans I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me Keep it wild for me, wild, wild, homie I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me Keep it wild for me, wild, wild, homie Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again I'm a shithead son, and I'm bad at growing up I'm a shithead son, and I'm bad at growing up My life ain't been the same since my dog died Since my girl left I quit drinking and drugging and still can't get ahead Been at a loss for words It seems I'm destined to fall apart when I'm depressed It's all a test, scream at God from my bedside I glue my hands together, life's got me hog-tied There's no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car And a new house, here's the cost to prove it I spin a little wheel when I'm feelin' moody And that's like all the time, try not to mind the clock Because my heart is ticking, I smoke a pack a day and I wish I didn't, having some trouble quittin' I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland I was hardly in it, most the time I'm hidden Anxious, impatient and always wanting something different I hate the way I'm feeling, I'm sick of chasing feelings Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again

tout et tout dsuite

Si si Je-je veux tout et tout d'suite, la street m'a toujours coachée Je suis toujours chaud, eh négro je suis jamais fauché A travers ma réussite tu vois ton échec Donne moi des news mec : "Comment la vie te traite ?" H-24 avec les khos, soirées drogue , jeux vidéos J'ai la sono , le flow , la queue, le calibre qu'il te faut Viens pas mettre , le nez dans mes affaires Poser genou à terre , man' je sais pas le faire J'fais des albums pour pas cher Quand ma lamborghini est sale j'appelle Sarkozy pour un coup de Kärcher Tu rappes, abboies, mais tu ne mords pas Le monde appartient à ceux qui se lévent tôt ? Alors je ne dors pas Tu-tu n'auras jamais le titre Mes lyrics te pètent les chichos, c'est mieux pour sucer des bites Le rap la drogue les courses poursuites J'ai pas le temps pour le SMIC , les ASSEDIC, moi je veux tout et tout d'suite Tout-tout-tout et tout de suite (Tout-tout-tout et tout de suite) Je veux tout et tout d'suite, tout-tout-tout et tout de suite (C'est B2O tu te rappelles de moi Pédé) Autopsie vol.2 à bord du vaisseau mére pépére Je vais te péter le coccyx tout seul parce que tu es trop Guez-mér Que tous les albums circulent, c'est ma nouvelle mixtape Jamais rassasié, je trouve que mes chèques manquent de virgules Coño, je m'en bats les sseufs d'être un artiste Les négros veulent ma peau-ño, me rayer de la liste Si, si, viens pas me chercher des puces Man , je marche avec des Gal-sen, je traine avec des Russes Ma grammaire est malsaine B.2.o.b.a. j'traine tard et vis dans les endroits tah Fresnes J'signe des autographes, sur des seins des seufs On parle de moi au hebs, chez les keufs et dans les toilettes des meufs J'ai commencé le rap, cela remonte à quand ? Plus jeune j'avais rien dans la tête, tout dans la boite à gants Du fond du trou vient l'acoustique C'est plus dur pour Mamadou et Toufik, moi je veux tout et tout d'suite Tout-tout-tout et tout de suite (Tout-tout-tout et tout de suite) Je veux tout et tout d'suite, tout-tout-tout et tout de suite (C'est B2O tu te rappelles de moi Pédé)

i know how to self destruct

Starting to lose control, ah Ayy, lil' bitch I know your bitch 14, 14, baby, ayy Said I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (I know) Yea, said I know, I know, shawty wanna blow my dope Sit back, baby, blow my pole Stay focused, I'm tryna keep control Ayy, sit back and blow these Os, I know, I know, I know (I know) Yeah, say you know I know, know, I know, I know Woah, said I know, I know, and I know And you know, that your bitch with me right now And I know, that you know, that your bitch with me right now Yeah, I know, I know, ayy, I know, I know (I know) Ayy, said I know, I know (I know), ayy, you know I know Ayy, you know, that I know That your bitch with me right now, right now Lights out, lay down You, um, what You, uh (I love Trippie Redd) Yeah, we gon' put that "I love Trippie Redd" Haha

im fine

I'm fine Fine, I'm fine Fine Fine, fine Yeah, I'm fine Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine (straight up, straight up!) I just wanna have the time of my life I'm fine Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine I just wanna have the time of my life (straight up!) I don't really (yah!) I don't really care if a nigga don't like me (yah yah!) Other than a wife, I got everything I need (everything I need) A house in the hills I'm finna go buy me Plenty more Y-3, hatin' ass niggas ain't got cheese When I was outside in the summer Back when we was sellin' 3-5 for the hunnid' Boy you gotta' get it, can't rely on your momma Used to wash cars on the side for some money 'Til I learned my OG's, got the pies in abundance Down 85, get a thousand an onion Can't lie, fucked up the first pound I was fronted All I ever wanted was a house in the country, huh Bought the condo with the kiosk At the tree top, that's where we are, huh So don't worry about me, dawg You couldn't walk a day in my Reebok Seen a lot of homies laid up in the ER Naggin' ass hoes, we don't need y'all Just got back from the D-R She tried to give me something, I told her, "Sweetheart..." Yeah, I'm fine Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine (straight up, straight up!) I just wanna have the time of my life I'm fine Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine I just wanna have the time of my life (straight up!) I don't really (yah!) I don't really care if a nigga don't like me (yah yah!) Other than a wife, I got everything I need (everything I need) A house in the hills I'm finna go buy me Plenty more Y-3, hatin' ass niggas ain't got cheese Since a peewee, I came a long way, huh Young nigga comin' home late Found out what a zone weighed, kept my phone paid Now I'm getting guap if you don't say Bought my girl a rock from the Stone Age Culinary art, this is gourmet I done helped everybody else eat, dawg Now it's time for me to put some money on my own plate, huh Put my momma in that new thing My father like Obama with the suit game Niggas wanna know how much my funds worth Fucked around and went and got a Mulsanne We ain't hit the club with the loose change Huh, me and all my Wu-Tang This bitch could be empty tonight Just as long as all my crew came Yeah, I'm fine Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine (straight up, straight up!) I just wanna have the time of my life I'm fine Don't be worried 'bout me, my nigga, I'm fine Feel like what my bitch look like, I'm fine I just wanna have the time of my life (straight up!) I just wanna have the time of my life Dear God, we thank You now For what eyes have seen, ears have heard and hearts have felt I just wanna have the time of my life Thank You for walking with us God, thank You for talking with us For You tell us that we are Your own And because of that, there is a joy we share as we tarry there Because our stepping stone was just a building block I just wanna have the time of my life And You've opened so many doors for us Now God bless us, as we move higher Bless us, as we fly higher Lift us, as we move higher (time) And God we'll be so ever careful, to bless Your name I just wanna have the time of my life For You work the night shift with us And You kept us when we didn't keep ourselves We love You, we thank You, and we bless You Jesus name we pray, amen I just wanna have the time of my life Yeah, time I just wanna have the time of my life

to my future wife

Open up the doors in the back of the church And they all rise, they all rise Take a couple steps of my breath in a dress That is all white, it's all white As your father lets you go He will whisper soft and slow "Walk towards love," yeah "Walk towards love," yeah "Walk towards love" This money's gonna come And this money's gonna go But that's alright, that's alright 'Cause everything could fall down Everything can go But it's all fine, it's all fine They say love's a winding road But it's simple if we both Walk towards love, yeah Walk towards love, yeah Walk towards love Even the philosophers know, its a fact That we all die, we all die I know you're an angel So if they call you back In a short time, a short time And you leave me in this life I will follow close behind Walk towards love, yeah Walk towards love, yeah Walk towards love, yeah Walk towards love, yeah Walk towards love, hum

why she disappeared poem

When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink forming the words of a thousand voices Echoes she heard even in her sleep: "Whatever you say, it is not right." "Whatever you do, it is not enough." "Your kindness is fake." "Your pain is manipulative." When she lay there on the ground, She dreamed of time machines and revenge and a love that was really something, Not just the idea of something. When she finally rose, she rose slowly Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies Wary of phone calls and promises, Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck Bathed in her brokenness Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor she never knew she needed Standing broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really something, not just the idea of something. When she turned to go home, She heard the echoes of new words "May your heart remain breakable But never by the same hand twice" And even louder: "without your past, you could never have arrived- so wondrously and brutally, By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance ...here." And in the death of her reputation, She felt truly alive.

broly intro

A nigga can't tuck no jewelry (I can't) Ice cream on me, McFlurry (Skrr) Get away, hit a swish like Curry (Swish) Grab a shovel 'cause my dick she 'bout to bury But I can't fuck with the pussy if it is furry (Eww!) She said my diamonds be smiling, they hit it crazy (Mhm) I got that Kid Cudi poker face in a hurry (Okay) I make that bitch ride me dirty, just like a ferry (heee!) I just called my xan man (Ayy), say he already off a deuce (Whoo!) Dirty daughters with me, slide like Panamera Coupe (What? Skrr) Gucci fucking loafers when I'm walking with your boo (Slide) Reese's Pieces, Jesus pieces, riding with my tool (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Riding with my extension (Okay) Please get the fuck out my mentions (Okay) What's up with all of these questions? (God damn) You not the one that I'm sexing (God damn) Fuck on you bitches in Magnums (Yeah) The way that these bitches be gagging (Yeah, yeah) Your chin like a pistol, I'm laughin’ (It's safe to say) Your chin like a pistol, ayy (Bitch, okay) I pull up, shoot (Pussy boy) Pull up, wet (Pussy boy) Pull up, run (Pussy boy) Pull up, gun (Yeah) Pull up, stunt (Yeah) Pull up, deep (Yeah) Pull up, run (Yeah) I pull up, shoot (Yeah) Pull up, wet (Yeah) Pull up, run (Yeah) Pull up, gun (Yeah) Pull up, stunt (Yeah) Pull up, deep (Yeah) Pull up, run (Yeah) Okay, okay, okay

michael jordan

I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan Figure I would make the NBA and make me a fortune Uh, every time I’m in my city, I be acting like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin' Me Against the World—hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes Michael Jordan Bounce-bounce ho, bounce-bounce This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head Or fuck my enemy's bitch, acting bad and getting rich Pull up on these 26’s, I’m a vanity slave I’m a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me And I don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see I’m a Comp-town representer, a concrete back-flipper A.K.A that nigga, don't wuwwy! I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me And I don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see This is HiiiPower, since the Eddie Bauer I been popular I’m popping now, every other hour paparazzi come You jocking her, let her be a ho, why you stopping though? We stopping the traffic, what you know 'bout them hockey pucks? Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn from 'em Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming I don’t know why your bitch wanna fuck me I don’t know why (Hey, wait a minute, motherfucker) Every time I’m in my city, I be feeling like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink Ridin' 'round with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin' "Me Against the World," hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch Michael Jordan bitch, that means I’m too much for these niggas I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes Man, the game chose me, what am I to do? The only thing I did wrong was make it possible I diddy bop and make them titties pop Out there on my bumper like a city cop Walking out the Fred Segal, put my girl on it Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it Aye, pussy crazy, pussy crazy You fuck niggas, you pussies crazy Man, I know I can’t tell you about the world homie But I know I can tell you about your girl homie Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy, I fuck nigga, I know you hate me I know they pay me too much of attention Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned I need me an engine that go real fast Call it hall of fame once it haul ass Give me tall glass, Coconut Cîroc Please, no soda pop, I make my solo pop Life’s a bitch, her pussy crazy But I make that pussy pay me Every time I’m in my city, I be acting like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin' "Me Against the World," hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch Michael Jordan bitch, that means I’m too much for these niggas I’m three much for these hoes, Wayne told me that… I remember tripping, walking through the set Like my Glock don’t think Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me And I don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see I’m from Hoover man, high as Superman, shit you Lois Lane You pussy man with the pussy game, shit, we off the chain We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pass them hoes Your broad done chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong We fucked her homes, fucked and sent her home, marijuana strong You know I’m gone, turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough? My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round Told me Mary was a go so we passed her round and round Your bitch texted me, wants it now so I had to knock her down Hurt her bouncing off my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I’m done I can be her number two and you can be her number one Her pussy’ crazy, her pussy crazy, you fuck niggas Uh, every time I’m in my city, I be acting like my shit don’t stink Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair Bumpin' "Me Against the World," hello, world, Kendrick here And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch Michael Jordan bitch, that means I’m too much for these niggas I’m three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

bel air

Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate Trying to tell me to wait, but I can't wait to see you So I run like I'm mad to heaven's door I don't wanna be bad, I won't cheat you no more Roses, Bel Air, take me there I've been waiting to meet you Palm trees in the light, I can see late at night Darling, I'm waiting to greet you Come to me, baby Spotlight, bad baby, you've got a flair For the violentest kind of love anywhere out there Mon amour, sweet child of mine, you're divine Didn't anyone ever tell you it's okay to shine? Roses, Bel Air, take me there I've been waiting to meet you Palm trees in the light, I can see, late at night Darling, I'm waiting to greet you Come to me, baby Don't be afraid of me Don't be ashamed Walk in the way of my soft resurrection Idol of roses, iconic soul I know your name Lead me to war with your brilliant direction Roses, Bel Air, take me there I've been waiting to meet you Palm trees in the light, I can see, late at night Darling, I'm waiting to greet you Come to me, baby Roses, Bel Air, take me there I've been waiting to meet you Grenadine, sunshine, can you fade inside of mine? Darling, I'm waiting to greet you Come to me, baby

ruthless villain

MC Ren: Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape? Dr. Dre: About a couple of minutes MC Ren: Well let me bust a freestyle then Dr. Dre: Awright, go ahead Ruthless gangsta, definition villain Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin' So call tha police cause that's all you could do but He'll get away without leavin' a clue Dr. Dre: Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it Hey, man you gotta get more hyped up than that MC Ren: Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit! Dr. Dre: Allright bet Ruthless gangsta, definition villain Leave your shit unlocked and it's stealin' So call tha police cause that's all you could do but He'll get away without leavin' a clue Keepin' shit in control like the neighborhood chief but Referred to as a walking thief They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block Why the fuck they blamin' him he's the one that they jock Keepin' niggas in line, whoever fucks with his rhyme And before you fuck with him you gotta fuck with his nine Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger Size don't mean shit he's from the old school fool He's a villain from the streets and he's supposed to rule Not sayin' he's in shit but he's down for mine He was put on the streets to keep niggas in line Never givin' a fuck, cause you jealous of E Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be He can't help it he's in shit but he don't hold shit back He's a gangsta in black and he's about to attack Cause I'm a ruthless villain, cold tearin' shit up Don't come on my face, pumpin' no kind of junk Eazy-E's in control and if you press your luck I'll smoke you like that and won't give a fuck "Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!" Ruthless gangsta, definition villain You can lock up yo' shit, he's still stealin' Gettin' respect cause the boy kicks butt But the real meaning is he don't give a fuck It's Eazy-E in the crowd but he's not in the 4 I tell his money flow as he collects from his ho' All expenses paid for the rhymes that he made Gold trophies in the house for the girls that he laid Not a wimp he's a pimp, now of course he's the boss So keep your bitch out his face or else she's gonna get tossed Too hard to be fucked with, the boy got heart Wanna fuck with him, he'll rip your head apart Gangsta Gangsta, that's what they yellin' But him with his gangsta stroll he keeps bailin' Wherever he goes there's no discussion but silence They say that he's the one promotin' gang violence That's a lie just a critic all that whack bullshit So let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with Cause I'm a ruthless villain, cold tearin' shit up Don't come on my face, pumpin' no kind of junk Eazy-E's in control and if you press your luck I'll smoke you like that and won't give a fuck Eazy-E: Yo Ren? MC Ren: What's up? Eazy-E: Let's get the fuck outta here!

not on the way

No, he didn't do nothing wrong Been fucked up for way too long No, he didn't do nothing wrong Been fucked up for way too long Я вижу каждый день, кто без воды наречен тонущим Во дворе мясо режут овощи Пуститься под откос ты мне найдёшь ещё бы сто причин Но мне тут побольнее, будучи лучшим в этом поприще Зависть убивает, потому я тут один Мне всем не угодить: хотя бы я — мой господин Люблю, когда я тлею — не ищу свой Анальгин Я знаю наизусть всю твою ложь, как будто гимн Мы могли бы быть лучше, чем мы есть Но ты зачем-то лечишь, и ни слова про болезнь Я вроде хотел дать уверенности — вышла лесть Из-за таких как ты, Алесь, я хочу выше лезть Месть Я бы хотел чтоб мною двигала Жизнь, словно выстрел Desert Eagle'а Кем ты себя чувствуешь после веселья дикого? Три дня работы мамы — дилеру с тебя убитого Тупое-тупое стадо, пизда нам Мы сами на себя надеваем пояс Саддама В виде дешевого эго, дорогого грамма Ведь ты при входе в клуб, как будто на пороге храма Любовь — это не значит наносить друг другу травмы Но если я доверюсь, то доверься мне на равных Жизнь заставит стоять в стойке, но я не у стоек барных Нет сверхсил без одиночества, как у героев Марвел Период (Период) Она сказала то, что без меня не хочет жить Но я тебе не верю, как не верю всем чужим Она сказала то, что без меня не хочет жить Но я тебе не верю, как не верю всем чужим Она сказала то, что без меня не хочет жить Но я тебе не верю, как не верю всем чужим Она сказала то, что без меня не хочет жить Но я тебе не верю (Не верю) Я погибаю в Подмосковье, нам с тобой не по пути Я погибаю в Подмосковье, нам с тобой не по пути Я погибаю в Подмосковье, нам с тобой не по пути Я погибаю в Подмосковье, нам с тобой не по пути По пути Я какой день уже просыпаюсь с одной и той же мыслью Для чего нам друг друга ненавидеть и друг друга топить, если мы можем друг другу помогать и друг у друга учиться?

red light

Oh yeah! Red light Stop right, there where you are Red light Stop right, there where you are (There where you are) Out of the frying pan, into the fire Burning down the peoples' souls My high anxiety is getting higher It feels like I’m gonna blow Gone is the breeze, it used to be so sweet Poison is the wind that blows It can’t be long till the military come With a knock, knock, knock on your door Alright Red light Stop right, there where you are (This is a) Red light Stop right, there where you are (Stop, there where you are) (Gone) Emancipation (Gone) Race relation (Gone) Most of the rebels are gone (Gone) The trust in nation (Gone) The time we’re wastin’ (Gone) The people’s patience is gone (Oh lord) Broken economy, our straits are dire Even more than before I need some betterness to take me higher Feels like I’m gonna blow Gone are the days when people used to say “Everything is alright” No place to run, now here your karma come With a knock, knock, knock on your door (Oh) Red light Stop right, there where you are (This is a) Red light Stop right, there where you are (Stop, there where you are) Red light Stop right, there where you are Red light Stop right, there where you are (Stop, there where you are) Pick up the pieces, let it begin, cause this is the way that we flow Higher and higher and higher we go Through dedication, self-preservation Haile (high) Selassie (high) (Gone) Marcus Garvey (Gone) Malcolm and Martin (Gone) All the rebels are gone (Gone) We’ve lost our way (Gone) Darkness is the day (Gone) Most of the rebels are gone Red light Red light Red light We can ride, we can roll, we can breathe We can talk, we can walk, we can stop At the (red light) We can smoke, we can do what we want We be real, we be blunt, we just stop At the (red light) We’ll stay true, we be you We be up way above, and no push and no shove At the (Red light) We can ride, we can roll, we can breathe We can talk, we can walk, we just stop At the (red light) We can smoke, we can do what we want We be real, we be blunt, and just stop At the (red light) We’ll stay true, we be you We be way up above and no push and no shove At the (Red light)

waiting for the end

This is not the end, this is not the beginning Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm And though the words sound steady Something empty's within them We say yeah, with fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there 'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear Waiting for the end to come Wishing I had strength to stand This is not what I had planned It's out of my control Flying at the speed of light Thoughts were spinning in my head So many things were left unsaid It's hard to let you go I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I want to do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got Sitting in an empty room Trying to forget the past This was never meant to last I wish it wasn't so I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I want to do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got What was left when that fire was gone? I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong All caught up in the eye of the storm And trying to figure out what it's like moving on And I don't even know what kind of things I said My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead So, I'm picking up the pieces now, where to begin The hardest part of ending is starting again All I want to do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got This is not the end, this is not the beginning Just a voice like a riot, rocking every revision I'm holding on to what I haven't got But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm Though the words sound steady Something empty's within them We say yeah, with fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there Holding on to what I haven't got 'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear Until we get it, forget it, let it all disappear

drips

Obie, yo I'm sick Damn, you straight, dog? That's why I ain't got no time (I think I got chlamydia) For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk I had a bag of the skunk, won in last night's tunk Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaner's Fucked me good, you shoulda seen this Big booty bitch, switch unbearable French roll stylin', body like a stallion Sizin' up the figure, while my shit gettin' bigger Debatin' on a fuck or do I wanna be her nigga? Caressin' this bitch, plus I'm checkin' out them tits Sippin' on that fine shit I ain't used to buyin' I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory Like takin' hoes' money, but that's another story For surely the pussy on toast, after we toast Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock In that spot hotter than the hottest block "Don't stop!"—the response I got when I was knockin' it Clock's steady tickin', kinky finger lickin' And can on, semen's at my tip when she moans I gotta slow down before I cum soon And work that nigga like a slave owner When I dropped off my outfit she knew I wanted to bone her She foamin' at them lips, the ones between the hips Pubic hair's lookin' like some sour cream dip Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks We in the final stretch, the last part of sex I bust a fat-ass nut, then I woke up next Like, what the fuck is goin' on here? This bitch evaporated Pussy and all just picked up and vacated And now I'm frustrated, ‘cause my dick was unprotected And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that shit (Fuck!) That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin' Someone better get this bitch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me To throw her off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort But what's she shovin' me for? Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door? Man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce? She's havin' another baby in a month and it's yours And you found it isn't, ‘cause this bitch has been visitin' Someone else and suckin' his dick and Kissin' you on the lips when you get back to Michigan Now the plot is thickenin' worse ‘Cause you feel like you've been stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they told you this shit, you've been holdin' your dick So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it Then the doctor comes out, lookin' like Dennis the Menace And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it So you jet back home, ‘cause you gon' get that ho When you see her, you gon' bend her fuckin' neck back, yo ‘Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low? Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's Bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis She's so deceivin', shit, this ho's a genius, she G'd us That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time I'm busy, yeah, fuck these bitches! Fuck 'em all! Get money, Shady Records Ha, whoa! Obie Trice! Eminem, motherfucker! New millennium shit, yeah Turn this shit off man, turn this shit the fuck—

young americans

They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns "Gee, my life's a funny thing Am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but (All night) She wants the young American (Young American, young American) (She wants the young American) (All right) She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang But Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" (All night) She wants the young American (Young American, young American) (She wants the young American) (All right) She wants the young American All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" All night He wants the young American (Young American, young American) (He wants the young American) (All right) All right He wants the young American Do you remember, your President Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay? Or even yesterday? Have been the un-American? Just you and your idol sing falsetto 'bout Leather, leather everywhere And not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression? Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? Well, it ain't that Barbie doll Her hearts have been broken just like you and (All night) All night, you want the young American (Young American) young American (You want the young American) All right All right You want the young American You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh boy) I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man who can say no more? And ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry? All night I want the young American (Young American) young American (I want the young American) All right I want the young American, young American (Young American, young American) (I want the young American) (All night) You and I, I want you (Young American, young American) (I want the young American) (All right) All I want is the young American (Young American, young American) (I want the young American) (All night)

everything 100

Dark-Dark-Dark-Darkside (Darkside, Darkside, Darkside, yeah) Bone She want that thuggish, ruggish, turnt up in the function Shake it for the love of the money I give her that thug love, I do my stuff Girl, everything one hundred (I’ma keep it one hundred) Everything one hundred Everything one hundred, yeah Everything one hundred Everything one hundred You know I keep it true to my grave Girl, I always stay one hundred Kept it real for twenty years, I ain’t changed Be careful when you cruisin' in my lane Watch me creep up through your rear view as I gas right past these lames We-we-we did it how we did it ‘cause we did it for the money Livin' howe we livin', this, you really, really love this You want a thug nigga like me Yeah, you know they all love niggas like me (Like me, like me) She ain’t complainin' mainly ‘cause it's everything I do that's entertainin' Hangin', swangin', body bangin', she in trainin' to be famous Yeah, she speak the language, baby know just where the lane is She with me, she’d never named with strangers, know we armed and dangerous This ain’t that there This still that thug shit but this for them players This for the ones that’s puttin' the smoke up in the air Everything one hundred, baby, this is St. Clair She want that thuggish, ruggish, turnt up in the function Shake it for the love of the money I give her that thug love, I do my stuff Girl, everything one hundred (I’ma keep it one hundred) Everything one hundred Everything one hundred, yeah Everything one hundred Everything one hundred Let's go She want the thuggish ruggish, wanna see me in public She seen I lost weight and now she wanna see the stomach Your booboo still love it Women are here, fuck it Let’s make it clear, before we dove into the sea, touchin' I come from broke nothin', I keep the ghetto with me Because the ghetto’s in me, trill niggas still thuggin' She in the tail With me cell With me scale With me bail With me hail With me coast if you sail We got your lady stuck on a thugster, that's who she want that love from Them busters don’t know what to do with it, come get a lump some I tell 'em shut up and listen up to this game Then rub 'em down, head to toe, then whip 'em up with that thang I'm known to get down for mine, trollin' this borderline of crime But I’m doing fine and that’s why I’m they valentine I do it-do it two times until she scratch me Now she hittin' licks callin' me papi She want that thuggish, ruggish, turnt up in the function Shake it for the love of the money I give her that thug love, I do my stuff Girl, everything one hundred (I’ma keep it one hundred) Everything one hundred Everything one hundred, yeah Everything one hundred Everything one hundred Car nice, all while, we on the highway She got her head in my lap, we ridin' dirty Thuggish ruggish, first of the month, see me shine Notorious thugs, for the love of money If I could teach the world to be a thug like me-me If I could teach the world to be a thug like me-me She want that thuggish, ruggish, turnt up in the function Shake it for the love of the money I give her that thug love, I do my stuff Girl, everything one hundred (I’ma keep it one hundred) Everything one hundred Everything one hundred, yeah Everything one hundred Everything one hundred (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

paint a dark picture

Man lives in a sunlit world of what he believes to be reality But there is unseen by most an underworld that is just as real But not as brightly lit... a dark side (Darkness) I can write a verse and take the sun away (Darkness) Say goodbye to light because it's gone today (Darkness) Ain't no smiling, happiness is done away (Darkness) Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away I don't really give a fuck of what you think of me, I had it up to here, yep Follow me into another dimension of insanity's right here, step I know you're feelin' I'm lovin' you When I'm kissin' and fuckin' you, in a minute I'ma veer, left And by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover And then I finish when you're near death I'm sorry, but I mean it 'Cause when I got to chewing on the bitch I got bulimic Up in her like a gynecologist, with a penis And when they bled on me I was giddy and never squeamish Bad as a demon I cannot get rid of, I really rely On the feeling of the sex and the red of a woman Can I take a bite of your cerebellum? I think it'll really get me up if I could be sucking your serotonin I'd rather just die than inflict any pain on somebody who truly put trust in me Better yet I just make her the suffer who taught me and mocked me and fucked with me Maybe get up in the club and shoot it up and make 'em panic at the disco Kcuf uoy, fi slived era, tahw uoy pihsrow I can paint a dark picture You don't want me to start with ya Don't want me comin' up with the heart, hit ya Chew you up and if you really tart, spit ya After the brain, I put the lemon moraine in Blood of a dame, is what I drain my fangs in Takin' the spirit and then the body it came in Away from the sun and forever you can remain in (Darkness) I can write a verse and take the sun away (Darkness) Say goodbye to light because it's gone today (Darkness) Ain't no smiling, happiness is done away (Darkness) Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away (Darkness) I can write a verse and take the sun away (Darkness) Say goodbye to light because it's gone today (Darkness) Ain't no smiling, happiness is done away (Darkness) Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away When I'm all up on a pallet o pain With blood of my name, in vain sun up in it I'ma break it down the walls And try to stop me from poppin' my gun up in it Skits onta me honor me for the time Never given to the rhyme in another mind lookin' like a nice guy Behind the face be the beast of another motherfucker that be heard the least So many hear me when I say they can That I remember everybody that laid me astray, yo fuck 'em Nobody but my closest know about my darkness and when they fall away. yo fuck 'em I'm to sick that I never checked outta my mental-ward working in Sweden Burying the bodies, this song made my memory feed 'em Ghost made me loud and I'm proud I can see them I don't even wanna talk about it But I do it for the demons and the devils alive Hopin' that the nonbelievers get a number two in the eye please try to die save me the time When I make a move when I'm comin' through I'm a stay devoted to rhyme Devoted to mine hex sign ruda wicked I'm a be forever de-dine Picture this my wrist silt pissed off I'm hangin' from a meat hook Yo I'm bangin' on a meat hook it's the twist This chapter ya miss the darker the venom of a main hook book I'm tellin' everybody I'm not doin' so well I'm feelin' my noggin to you better watch ya self Sub-noise when I'm bangin' on a tech set Best believe the dark times are here my lips eclipse everything (Darkness) I can write a verse and take the sun away (Darkness) Say goodbye to light because it's gone today (Darkness) Ain't no smiling, happiness is done away (Darkness) Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away (Darkness) I can write a verse and take the sun away (Darkness) Say goodbye to light because it's gone today (Darkness) Ain't no smiling, happiness is done away (Darkness) Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away I'm your worst fear, I'm your favorite I'm your acquired taste, will you savor it? If it's blood thirst, will you run from it? No need 'cause I'm inside of you, when the sun is lit You cannot escape me, I'm your last resort When you have an eager, you cannot report I am the void of sunshine, malicious, vain and heartless If ever you need an alibi, rely on me, I am (Darkness) I can write a verse and take the sun away (Darkness) Say goodbye to light because it's gone today (Darkness) Ain't no smiling, happiness is done away (Darkness) Watch me paint a pic that'll make you run away

catch

She came to fuck, it was picture perfect Different person when she texting, guess her heart was hurting She need attention I'm guessing I didn't get the message She told me "Bae, I know you miss me, why you still pretending?" Louis loafers, Fendi, and different colors matching She leave her house like she winning a fucking beauty pageant And when she older, she told me she wanted to be an actress Keep that spray in that condo in case a nigga actin' She got some issues she told me her daddy beat her 50 And she tried to do stripping but I guess it wasn't fittin' Now she fucks with these fuckers, she just want the dollar bills Fuck it when this shit is real, bitch you know it's real Yeah, never caught them to save a ten Another day inside a court like it's a fucking journey Damn, call Diamond, Downy and Guapo 20 and that Henny in case a nigga could Chapo They like Similac and milk in that baby bottle Bumpin' that Metro Boomin say "fuck it" just let the shots roll Fuck it just let the shots roll Momma wouldn't stand that baby going to jail Momma always wanted her baby going to Yale 40 in that fanny she hit me straight for ya tail She don't need a tutor for paying the baby bail Yeah, why selling the MacBook Better tuck his chain if the nigga don't want his neck took And for all my niggas who chilling that have my back bruh Sitting with that fanny just waiting for you to act up Fuck it just let the shots roll Tired of these bitches and nigga do want the top though Catch a nigga slipping and nigga it ain't even my dough Nigga talking funny, said "fuck it" just left his jaw broke Case it, I law and order Tell you a nigga like you never fuck with my daughter Nino on the Yachty, that honor bitty my side(y) Homie fuck the rapping, we pulling up with the shotty Yeah, aye rock like Biggie and Pac did Tell you what that Nina with Rio, Bria in Bel-Air Always miss my uncle, a gamble just like casinos Lately I been chilling, I been chilling, I hit up my nigga Chino Hush, fuck it just let the shots roll Looking like Khalifa and Yeezy mixed with a Pac, oh "Who you favorite artist?" I tell these niggas "I don't know" Bitch you love my music so where the pussy and guapo Don't show me the way, I will catch up Don't show me the way, I will catch up

lost her

Enviyon on the mix I ball on these hoes and I flex, did it on my own I'm in the cut with a Tec, this ain't what he want She just want the diamonds on my neck, she gon' catch a cold I just fell in love with her neck, I can't let her go I can't let her go 'Member when I met her in the trap, she was scraping bowls Whipping work, running from the cops, she was hitting curbs In the car, singing all my songs, she knew all the words Then I lost her Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her Even though I got all of these hoes on my roster Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her, just lost her Yeah, I just lost her Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her Even though I got all of these hoes on my roster Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her, just lost her Yeah, I just lost her Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her Even though I got all of these hoes on my roster Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her Give me head in my joggers You thought these were Nikes? Sorry these Balenciagas They thought I was the devil because I had all the Prada Keep the heavy metal in my skin, these like a rocker 9 9 9, fuck 'em all, that's the motto (Hey) If you end up power, fill 'em up with hollows I sip Hennessy, won't catch me popping bottles (Ayy) Up in VIP seducing all the models, ayy Don't blink, put the Raf Simons on to complement the Mink There's a room full of hoes getting wet for me But they only wanna fuck me for my Louis V (Yeah, ayy) Told her don't blink, got the Raf Simon pants complement the Mink There's a room full of hoes getting wet for me But they only wanna fuck me for my Louis V So I lost her W-woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her Even though I got all of these hoes on my roster Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her, just lost her Yeah, I just lost her Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her Even though I got all of these hoes on my roster Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I just lost her, just lost her I just lost her Fucked her for the minute even though I didn't want her I grew up with them niggas that was serving on the corner I was on my trap phone taking all the orders When I lost her (When I lost her) W-woah, I just lost her Wo-woah, I just lost her

every time you see me the quack

Action Bronson: Queens, Queens, Queens in the building Every time you see me, I'm stoned like a motherfucker If this bitch is too annoying, let my brother fuck her I don't need the headache, just need the head I don't need to see the bread baked, just need the bread My mother need a new crib, my shorty need some new tits My girlfriend need a new ass just to complement for those lips I call her big red, she loves to give head And roll up joints that be bigger then a pig's leg When I come home she be smelling all my boxers 'Motherfucker, why your penis smell like lobster?' Cause I'm a mobster bitch But so is every motherfucker on my roster, bitch D Mac: Oh, when a niggas gon' bang And a niggas not focussed on starting Now breathing harder Playing all day And them niggas aren't focussed on charging Beg your pardon? If todays that day For the credit, just cash, no charging We got armour, we got years ago First time down like he here before What he got homie, got gear to go That Louie, that Gucci, what you know I get my niggas fresher then my niggas ever been I whipped my chicken and I got a leather pepper pen Action Bronson: Uh, every time you see me, I'm stoned like a motherfucker If this bitch is too annoying, let my brother fuck her I don't need the headache, just need the head I don't need to see the bread baked, just need the bread Bitch D Mac: Bitch I get my money, yo Bitch I get my money, yo Bitch I get my money, yo Action Bronson: I could, I could come dance in the B.M Shades over my eyes, so you can't see them Please don't fuck with my freedom I fuck 'em and leave 'em Don't trust or believe them They'll have you skin all up in the precinct I could, I could buy a couple things Take some bitches to Brazil 'Nother eight at the buffet Water skiing in the grill Every single cut of meat Korean on the grill Every single thing I drive look as mean and off the pill D Mac: Oh, you little hungry ho I don't fuck with no hungry ho All my bitches got a lot of doe And all my bitches got doe to show Black chick said I was a pot of gold That shit cause a nigga make the powder go Drive through now you gotta go I slide through whipping in that ride, you know Top down and a nigga driving slow I'm hot now nigga, I'm about to blow Atom bomb, broadand a thong Take it all but keep it on Just the heels, and that'll be all Action Bronson: Uh, every time you see me, I'm stoned like a motherfucker If this bitch is too annoying, let my brother fuck her I don't need the headache, just need the head I don't need to see the bread baked, just need the bread Bitch Hop out the Lexus Change for the solar plexus Sweatpants, leg up That means my man laugh I getting money for the paper head count Hopping out the hundred grand yacht

bulletproof

Stay dangerous Stay dangerous Stay dangerous Stay dangerous They like, "YG, why you so extra'd out?" 'Cause I pull up in a drop, like bitch check me out I don't drive no Tesla, I got too much clout Take it out her pussy hole, put it in her mouth Ooh, they like, "Damn that nigga nasty" Yeah, fuckin' on a bitch that's classy Yeah, the dick was good, she harassed me Yeah, then I nutted on them ass cheeks 2's, 3's, 4's and 5's, eight hunnid, nine hunnid on mine I commit crimes all the time, I convince my homies to slide Take this pistol, you down to ride? Cock the pistol, it's hammer time Paparazzi, I'm tryna hide Fuck the bitch, she traumatized Yeah, just when thinkin' you surpassed me Yeah, me and Mustard link and we go hammy Yeah, we both 'bout to cop the Lambies Yeah, valet the '64 at the Grammys Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do? Heard you don't like me, well nigga fuck you too Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth Big Ps, Big Bs, nigga suu whoop (Brr, brr) Hello? What it Ru? 900 block, back down to the deuce I'm the man, bitch I walk 'round like I'm bulletproof Ooh, Jay 305, why you extra'd out? Ooh, pull up to your house to pack your daddy out Yeah, sexy lil' vegan want it right now She don't even eat meat, but she gon' eat it now Ooh, devil on my back and I'm set trippin' I got stabbed six times, homie my mind different Stay Dangerous in LA, if you gang affiliated South Central most hated, watch out Ooh, Khloe Kardashian in my t-shirt For you hatin' ass nigga, I know that gotta hurt Ghetto superstar since I was 16 Now I got a billboard on Crenshaw and King Yeah, all around the world like Ice Cube Pimp a bitch, fuck peace in all my interviews Gettin' rich, fuck a bitch, cracker fuck your rules Porsche coupe, two bitches, I'm the fuckin' truth Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do? Heard you don't like me, well nigga fuck you too Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth Big Ps, Big Bs, nigga suu whoop (Brr, brr) Hello? What it Ru? 900 block, back down to the deuce I'm the man, bitch I walk 'round like I'm bulletproof

motorcycle

She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle Bitch I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil And I can't stop it, keep going baby don't stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I can't stop it, keep going baby don't stop it I can't stop it, hundred thousand stuffed in my pocket Pull up on a nigga with a rocket, if I pull it out then I'ma pop it I call her bike life 'cause she ridin', non-stop it, eat the pussy up and then a nigga get it popping Finger licking good like shrimp and teriyaki VVS diamonds got my watch playing hockey 21 Savage I get money like a Jew, hundreds on me blue, hundreds on me blue You know I'm a slut, I'll fuck your crew Yeah I'm a dog like that, pull up in a rarri with the top dropped back Pull up on your block with the chop cocked back Pew pew pew, make a nigga walk back 1017 they need to bring the wop back, when I get inside that pussy baby I can't stop I love it when I see them nipples through the crop top Butt crack showing in them G-Star jeans Make a nigga wanna go and buy her a ring She gon' turn a nigga to a fiend, she gon' make a nigga kill the scene She gon' hold my dope when I'm in need, she gon' bail me out when I'm in need She gon' ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle Bitch I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil And I can't stop it, keep going baby don't stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I can't stop it, keep going baby don't stop it Put the money in the safe, you could beat it like a case I've been waiting all day, so I could put it in your face Been real with him from the start know a lot of niggas sell out Get up in the jam you know who to call to bail out Got a bad bitch, know these niggas gon' hate Can't stop getting money bitch I don't got brakes If a nigga bout his bread, it be getting to his head He be running from the feds, left a lot of niggas dead Ain't enough kush, he be rolling like dice Show him who the business now he wanna throw the rights He'll pay for it if I gave him a price, fuck around with my type boy you know you ain't right I'm knowing your bitch ain't had shit Its Dreezy and 21 Savage Yeah million dollar nigga blow the money like a whistle Take me where I wanna order steak up off the menu Hard head nigga, know he gripping on a pistol, if you buy me a ring we can make this shit official Fucking with me harder than your niggas, power couple yeah we all up on a mission I know when you gotta handle business, you know imma be here waiting for you when you finish Let's get it She gon' ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle Bitch I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil And I can't stop it, keep going baby don't stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I can't stop it, keep going baby don't stop it

suppressor

Breeze, flow through the trees I was with the team, rolling Cutlass Supreme The light turned red and I noticed in the rear-view An El Camino with a windshield so dark I couldn't see through I quickly reach for my strap I never hesitated to lay a punk on his back Drew got the gauge and Soup got the mac We'll have a blast for days and you know that's a fact The light turned green, now we taking a left They take a left too, I ain't convinced yet Without taking a breath I said, "Now B take a right" As they followed our lead I said, "It's on alright" It was a... A night like none other A night like none other Now everybody in the whip getting ready for shit Jesus slapping on a vest, Creek stacking the clips All doors open up, boots touch the ground As we walk towards the El Camino they get out Hooded up, masked up, they walk towards us One steps before the rest and spins the barrel of his gun Before it got to stop, all you heard was POP POP Young Bones had to turn them motherfuckers to rock It was a... A night like none other A night like none other A night like none other You know who it is Back from the mothafucking dead Bones SESH Get off our dicks Pussy

onifc

God damn, I'm rich as fuck, drunk as hell Throwin' money, pick it up, life is good, live it up How much for that bottle? put it on my tab Hop out like a model all them foreign tags Get so drunk and high, I'll have to call a cab You won't end up giving it back if you had this for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night You could have this for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night Let you try it for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night You could have this for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night You could have this for one night Ooo, we in the club goin' bizzurk My OG sippin' on that sizzurp I mix the OG with the pizzurp I O.D. spilled it on my shizurt Drinking Bombay so I'm slizzered My diamond chain lookin' like a blizzard So many rings, my fingers startin' to hizzurt If you didn't know me you'd swear I had that Wizard And I'm from Pittsburgh Roll one then I'll light it, order one and I'll buy it If it's green then I'll try it, too drunk to now drive Don't know where I'm going, all I know is I'm flyin' And that's as real as it gets, make you feel like you the shit for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night You could have this for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night Let you try it for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night You could have this for one night One night One night One night One night One night One night You could have this for one night You're in the tabloids, so that's another pressure So it's the business, it's the celebrity And then you gotta make the same music That you used to make Yeah. You know, what inspired me back then Is the same shit that inspires me now And it's just life You know, like what I hear, what I see I'm really sensitive to everything that goes on around me And I really don't think too much about shit

good kid maad city track list

Kendrick Lamar - "good kid, m.A.A.d city": Deluxe Edition 1. Sherane a.k.a. Master Splinter’s Daughter 2. Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe 3. Backseat Freestyle 4. The Art of Peer Pressure 5. Money Trees (featuring Jay Rock) 6. Poetic Justice (featuring Drake) 7. good kid 8. m.A.A.d city (featuring MC Eiht) 9. Swimming Pools (Drank) 10. Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst 11. Real (featuring Anna Wise) 12. Compton (featuring Dr. Dre)

rolling stone

You know I'm living like a rolling stone But don't feel for me You know I'm in my zone So don't speak to me And in my mind I just feel so alone Just release me Feeling like I got money Know I'm just nigga rich Even if she fuck me I still know life a bitch Bought a nightmare, sold a dream Happiness went upstream Blame myself, I had no control Now I'm living with no soul I'm on a road that never ends Don't know opposite of sin Some people say I think too much I don't think they think enough Time rough but it got rougher Weight heavier up on my shoulders Living crooked 'til it's over Can't be straight, can't be sober Thought process so immature Can't make it up, up out the sewer Feeling like there's no hope Blaze dope, my mind float I love her, she love me Love ain't enough with no bucks Fucked up, that's the way it is I don't know who I should trust Riding around with the windows up Smoking like it's ten of us Just me in the back seat With the driver bumping them Isleys I'm walking on this long road Will I come back? Homie, I don't even really know You know I'm living like a rolling stone But don't feel for me You know I'm in my zone So don't speak to me And in my mind I just feel so alone Just release me Feeling like I'm not alive But I know I'm not dead Living lies but can't hide Deep inside, the truth dies Bought hope, can't get change Lost my brain, going insane Self-medicate is how I cope Leave my body, soul go afloat On a roll that never ends Don't know where I should begin Feeling trapped, no looking back Head first in that deep end Living like a rolling stone When I die, I leave alone Getting high, I feel low But we all know life goes on You know I'm living like a rolling stone But don't feel for me You know I'm in my zone So don't speak to me And in my mind I just feel so alone Just re- All that I know All that I know is to feel your shame 'Cause you can't let go 'Cause you can't let go, you drive me insane But will I ever find my way? Or go back to the beginning There's a thing that I know for sure

mood swings

Earl on the beat Yeah, yeah, ah-ah, yea-ah, yea-ah Shawty know I do things, uh Pull up in that two seated coupe thing, uh Big flexing with your boo thing, uh Yeah, I switch cars like my mood swings Yea-ah-ah, mood swings Switch cars like my mood swings Yeah, I switch lanes like my mood swings Yea-a-ah, like my mood swings Yeah, I switch cars like my mood swings Bought a big Bentley coupe, not no Mulsanne (skrrt) Used to sip drank, not no champagne (hah, hah) Got a big AR, let it bang-bang (bang-bang) Keep that heat inferno like I'm Dante (hah) Got a new freaky bitch, she so raunchy (she so raunchy) I'm a rich nigga, I don't go on blind dates (no) Took the Cuban off, it feel like you lifting weights (hah, hah) On the blogs dick ridin', don't say shit to my face (hah) You's a bitch anyway (hah) Shawty know I do things, uh Pull up in that two seated coupe thing, uh Big flexing with your boo thing, uh Yeah, I switch cars like my mood swings Yea-ah-ah, mood swings Switch cars like my mood swings Yeah, I switch lanes like my mood swings Yea-a-ah, like my mood swings Yeah, I switch cars like my mood swings

half measure

(It's time) (Yeah) (Time) (Yeah) Grandma told me that you’re sowing the seed I care about gold when I tell you, believe me I went all the way home when I came to see you I make you wanna bone when I seem to be on my Youngest killer, kid got game I left home never looked back in the same I'm at the stage where I turn into a star I'm coming for the big yards that won’t get stardom like I'm 25 and I just made it from the bottom I never brag but it's hard thing, I never lie My niggas stay quiet they ain't seen no lie Me and kid no lie in this thing no lie you know I already told you the city don't love now Never much shame when I seem to ball but how'd I Go from Mod Clubs to an arena And go to arena and tell em' give me the beat I'm like I got game That typa nigga game I throw you niggas out and I’m fuckin’ bitches no shame Imma wife her then i make her the baddest in the game Its insane bumpin' Zine in a Mulsanne Im like, uh, you know the way Wasn’t gonna be the same Wasn't born into the rich life like you You fazed I ain't Tellin' lies when you get me to stay Would’ve been all funny when you get no lane, ahhh I just wanna take a little time I just wanna wait, you say it I just wanna make you love I just wanna make it so Say it love, It's the only way to make it stop Give it a little time I just wanna, yeah Grandma told me that you're sowing the seed I care about gold when I tell you, believe me I went all the way home when I came to see you I make you wanna bone when I seem to be on my Youngest killer, kid got game I left home never looked back in the same I'm at the stage where I turn into a star I'm coming for the big yards that won't get stardom like I'm 25 and I just made it from the bottom I never brag but it's hard thing, I never lie My niggas stay quiet they ain't seen no lie Me and kid no lie in this thing no lie you know I already told you the city don't love now Never much shame when I seem to ball but how'd I Go from Mod Clubs to an arena And go to arena and tell em' give me the beat I'm like I got game That typa nigga game I throw you niggas out and I'm fuckin' bitches no shame Imma wife her then i make her the baddest in the game Its insane bumpin' Zine in a Mulsanne Im like, uh, you know the way Wasn't gonna be the same Wasn't born into the rich life like you You fazed I ain't Tellin' lies when you get me to stay Would've been all funny when you get no lane, ahhh I just wanna take a little time I just wanna wait, you say it I just wanna make you love I just wanna make it so Say it love, It's the only way to make it stop Give it a little time I just wanna, yeah XO special High Klassified is sick Say it, say it, say it, say it Maybe I should

non fiction

Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one Never, never done (Rapsody) And Radio Raheem DeVaughn Church on the move My birthplace was the Bronx Adidas with the fat shoelaces Cazelles on the frames of our faces Boom Bap, out the boom box We've been building this 40 years strong The game is for the taking this is history in the making And let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa) This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track And Rapsody (Ooh la la laa) This is, this is (Hip Hop) This is (Ooh la la laa) The Real (x4) I stay on my Ps and my Qs - Ss, Ts, Us I'm always working, how you spell success in the stu Some get they money, like to blaze in the coupe Was raised to spend days practicing like the hoops We the truth, none realer, too uncommon like Dilla, The Light I shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams Two 22's, I'm a sister worth millions, lyrically They all fear the flow like Big Williams Polo dipped, loco whips Weren't impressed if the flows won't potato crisp Rap back like the NATO, connect with gods Cause my odds of being large weighed out like Chris Yo, Biggie the goal, I'm really the mold Of what you really want to be if you hadn't of sold Your soul, I burn slow like fo'-fo's hitting '95 spirit, in the days it was written Cats stay trippin', but rip and I never stop Got a little buzz now I bubble like a kettle pot I know the devil watch and wanna touch me But like metal box, I stay locked under this Hip Hop forever God Reckless, necklace, flows all hang 'em Real coming back, now these rappers all changing Fearful careers, I don't cower, the new power Duracell it never runs out for an hour Keep destroying, smoke 'em like sour Break 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers That's the Real This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la) This is this is, hip hop This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la) This is this is, hip hop This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la) The modern day saints of our stories New torch bearers, we the children like Corey Gunz of the ones that ran Nation of Millions and watched Mike in Delores Used to ride to Nore, now the people inquiry About the 5’3” emcee with ovaries Got a bite on the mic like the likes of ol’ Lauryn Hip-hop, score gotta settle it's the flip flop Back to when cats rolled Lexus like wrist watch Elbow out the door, bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop Couldn't see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reeboks Rattle rear views, clear view, I don't fear you or you You keep an ear to the streets, too, to hear true I been in the booth, yea killin' on the daily Jamla representer another baby of the 80’s Katy Perry, I grew up on Mary The flow varies cause I studied those old from the erry Of the gold, why I shine like that find it scary The game over, I kill wack emcees, all buried It's the real The game is for the taking this is history in the making Let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa) This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track TDE, ladies and gentlemen Ab-Soul! And while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum I'm smokin' like I ain't got the same lungs I had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants I rap like I move keys but Apple S can't save 'em There's only so much you can show 'em They been reading his story so long, they think they know him I'm sewing up the game, I need needle and thread Some people lead sheep Some people just need wool, the shit cuts deep Rugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be In the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas Thug life, rolling, my homies are screaming "fuck life" Showin' love at the same damn time I'd say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN Give me a mic and about three nights I turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin Man I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man Walking like an Egyptian, life ain't fair oh Boy just got shipped and the judge don't care I'll take my steak rare, maybe it will help me bare With all the bloody consequences obvious in this here So I guess I got the game figured out all wrong I guess you never know what you got til it's gone Til' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine Two fingers up and fuck one time So allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody And the 9th Wonder of the world actually Raheem DeVaughn Soul!

sipping on some syrup

Tall skinny flaco, that's for my nigga Paco I enchilada bitches and I'm eating up they taco "Eat me, beat me like Chris did Rhi-Rhi" F U, OF to the muthafucking D-E-A-T HD-Ice cream is tasty The paley pink pussy on these white bitches is pasty Herpes, I probably got, sickness it's probably snot Dripping and you being iller than me, probably not I'm snorting lines of cokey, I do the hokey pokey Dumber than corny jokester, horny hoes wanna poke me I'm dope you wanna smoke me, you don't know the effects Of an asshole perspective, fuck respect I think my asthma flaring, but Sarah wasn't caring She left, so I beat my fucking meat just like abusive parents Hot like Fahrenheit, I'm tight just like virgin twat Fucking awesome that I am but a lot of swag that I'm not Ace the Creator, chronic masturbator I'm sipping on some, pissing on some, kissing on some bitch That I just met and I'mma fuck her, cause she wet I use no rubber and I make it stretch like Flubber, what you thought "I'm not under-covers" just like the cosby sheet on my cock like police be Y'all niggas see me, AC, OF,fuck it Macaroni, I'm horny, these bitches on me like herpes These bitches coughing I'll eat they coochie, I'm burping like Burpie These niggas looking at me like I'm Ernie, but I'm more Berthy Shit that I'm rocking it ticking and tocking No watch and no chain, I do not make it rain, I bring the drought Cause it's money I'm without, the shoes is fucking beat up The dirties fucking heat up, them nolly treasures see us The "fuck you buster" skate video coming, two-thousand and nine We fine, we flying high, in the sky Naw we flying in Ocean, the potion, I got the motion like Piano keys got these bitches on they knees Begging please like uno, dos, tres, three Mexican bitches they love the cock like they love the cheese From overseas back to Africa-ca, I slappy ya Like a kung-fu movie actor, get my fist and we attacking y'all Y'all, naw, nigga no skinny jeans over here Y'all niggas is queer, jerking with other niggas Working with them other niggas, broke as fuck Not counting figures but guess what, I'm happy with life Me and niggas ballin' we broke though, we got yo ho though Yellow t-shirts, like egg yolk though Fucking clean, you know the hat it stay Supreme The fucking closet full of Freshjive, Bape and Ice Cream Half of it no charge, half it no barge Half of it discount, half of it at bargain Niggas is looking at us wishing they charge, like a charge car But they can't cause this my credit card Y'all niggas got blue shit, y'all not using them black cards All y'all niggas front when in ya heels While all y'all acting harder than dicks when they see a...bitch Jasper what up nigga Introducing, the shortest, oldest nigga I know, Jasper the Dolphin Still 17...??? Yo, I don't know how to rap but, fuck it, it's time to do some new shit in my life Box, crip I'm in Ladera cripping, I've got that box (laughs)

routine rouge

Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds We smoke and foggin' around Phone calls go straight to the pound We talkin' pound after wooo We talkin' pound after the pound Turn my suite into the club You gon' have to wait up for me Sextape selfies, don't be selfish You gon' have to play that for me Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel it? You gon' have to wait up for me Girl don't you know PARTY? You gon' have to play that for me Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds We smoke and foggin' around Phone calls go straight to the pound We talkin' pound after... We talkin' pound after the pound Pound after the pound Pound after the pound Shawty know I'm trappin' pounds, nigga, blow it down Bust it open, I got paper, what you playin' for? And that pussy, I'ma pound it She want a young rich nigga got so many racks, can't count it Trap pounds, trap pounds, I serve all around When I come to your town I'ma lay it down Got a bitch on a bitch, and I want to know about She spit on the dick She gon' turn to a freak Pop a perc, can you feel it? Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds We smoke and foggin' around Phone calls go straight to the pound We talkin' pound after... We talkin' pound after the pound Pound after the pound Pound after the pound Pound after pound, I take a fade in it She told me, "Don't stop," so I stay in it "Ain't no nigga been this deep," that's what she told me When we're done all you wanna do is hold me I ain't finished, from the kitchen to the bed You gon' have to keep up with me I don't mind if you stay But you're gon' have to wait up for me Do you feel it, baby? Can you feel it? Shot after shot got us faded Girl you look amazing when you're naked Stop playin' with it, come give it to me Five in the A.M., pourin' these shots of wine No parents allowed, turn off the stars and the clouds We smoke and foggin' around Phone calls go straight to the pound We talkin' pound after... We talkin' pound after the pound Pound after the pound Pound after the pound

the birth

Yeah, you know what I mean? Cause yo, this right here this is called Knowledge of Self When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself You know what I'm saying? Yo; it's gonna get your third eye open You can see things for what they are And not what they appear to be When the God gave me the knowledge And pass this information to me, it's just- Whatever, the God right there Yo Peace, Born Knowledge, Peace God Peace what up Bobby? Yo, yo, don't even call me Bobby no more, man What I call you? My name is Prince Rakeem, you know what I'm saying? What's Today's Mathematics? I see Today's Mathematics is being wisdom Let me explain like this to you God, how I see it Ever since my Birth (don't worry!) I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!) They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And centuries, lookin' for the liberty But receive nothin', but misery And hard times, and things of that nature By the devil in a genocide caper Little Boy Peep, has lost his sheep But I found 'em, in a deep long sleep Nine thousand miles away from home Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone We the people, supposed to be equal But the men who wrote that, they was evil Slave owners, who did not include us They just used us, and abused us First they trick you, then mentally kill you And use technologies, to rebuild you This whole plan was a perfect scam See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man Six is the limitation of the Devil In the Million square miles of land that he settles Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot Chemicals in your head to make you look cute They use you as a fool to deceive your own people And fillin' my children head with pins and needles But I'll take out the pins you inserted And I'll avenge all my mothers that you murdered And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery To speak the truth it takes bravery And no man could stop my flow Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know What, becomes of a broken family? Dreams are crushed and there's no more family Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second Seen through Panavision The inner light inside my mind's shines expands the prism A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious Sight beyond sight we stand up as Divine Warriors Who smite with the mighty right hand of God Yield the holy sword, swings the holy rod Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma Allow the true grace of God to shine through my persona And build the reconstructional terms that's constructive As we destroy the negative germs that's destructive Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous banner With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous hammer And anvil, to the sound of Man-drill Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand still Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy Title? Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the vital Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise recitals? Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head Still puzzled like the jigsaw

my environment

Frenzy 1738 Just speakin' my mind man (Zoovie) Either you with us or against us that's just the way it is I'm sick of niggas talkin' all crazy like I ain't with the shits I just bought my 10th Mercedes I love the AMGs And I dropped 1.2 for the crib where I lay at 'Member had to sleep in the house where the J's at Been gettin' bitches and this money, we ain't play that You can ask any damn bitch where I stayed at Shoutout to my hood, 1200 Harlem World, ayy 22nd block, ayy Servin' party packs, ayy Make the party rock, ayy We some young gang bangers makin' a lot of guap, ayy Never love a thot, ayy Screamin' fuck the opps, ayy Hit me when it drop, ayy I be sonnin' niggas, man I shoulda been they pops, ayy Hope this nigga know it's on sight when I see 'em I don't want talkin', I don't wanna be friends Swerve through the strip with this bitch on some G shit, ayy And this is for my young niggas, ayy Cause of where we from all we know is our environment And you can't change what's understood, ayy And if it's all good then it's all good, I'ma rep my hood, ayy Real niggas they know what I mean, ayy Everyday the only mission, gotta stack the green A couple million for my children, gotta get the cream I turned a thousand to a million, started with a dream, hey And most these niggas say I sing too much and I don't really show up my bling too much and I don't really show off my cars too much and I don't really be with the stars that much and I don't like to kick it with such and such and These niggas like bitches, they talk too much They tryna be just like you, they stalk too much And bitch you can swerve with the Zoo on the weekend Fifth of Patron and we gone and we freakin' Bitch super wet, make her squirt when I'm deep in Makin' her moan and my name what she screamin' Wap with the bands, Poppa Smurf start to tweakin' Jump in my six so fast, tires screechin' Everything blessed, I could ball for no reason Hop on the jet, start to glide through the season In it for a while but they do not believe 'em why I do this is for my young niggas, ayy Cause of where we from all we know is our environment And you can't change what's understood, ayy And if it's all good then it's all good, I'ma rep my hood, ayy Real niggas they know what I mean, ayy Everyday the only mission, gotta stack the green A couple million for my children, gotta get the cream I turned a thousand to a million, started with a dream, woah Ayy, this is for my young niggas I do this for my young niggas Gotta get the cream Started with a dollar, turned it to a dream And this is for my young niggas Cause of where we from all we know is our environment And you can't change what's understood Man, cause if it's all good then it's all good We gon' rep the hood Man them real niggas they know what I mean Everyday the only mission, gotta stack the green A couple million for my children, gotta get the cream I turned a dollar to a million, started with a dream, woah RGF, welcome to the fuckin' Island man Fetty Wap part 2 man Or whatever we gon' call this shit man Ayy Frenzy, RGF frontman What the fuck they talkin' bout man? Big diamonds man, everybody chain swangin' man, woah

boom boom boom

Aloha (Whoa oh oh oh) G-Eazy (Cisco and Don Carlos, yeah) All my baby girls, all my crazy girls All my classy ladies and my shady girls Just wanna party and move their body So DJ put on that shit that goes Boom Boom Boom All my wild girls, all my fly girls All my beautiful but really don't try girls Just wanna party and move their body So DJ put on that shit that goes Boom Boom Boom Everywhere I go, the people want to know Where the ladies go, where the ladies go To dance all night, drink all night, party all night It's going down All around the world, the beautiful girls Dance to the beat, dance to the beat And the boys watch and flash their watches Thinking that the girls like diamonds, but they like beats I'm trying to leave this party Soon soon soon Hop in my beamer that goes Vroom vroom vroom You're the baddest in the Room room room And I assume sume sume That by the way we eyefucked For the last hour and a half You're down to leave this party And get a room room room And I promise, I don't do this on the regs Though ain't worried about the next ho The sky is where your legs go I'm so into you I wish there was ten of you To see in every city But for now shall we continue like All my baby girls, all my crazy girls All my classy ladies and my shady girls Your friend is cool too But I was hardly into her Seen a lot of other girls And you were hardly similar Been all around the country Lately I gotten so lucky I'm from Cali to Kentucky And the mountains up in truckee Man I swear Nothing can compare to California where the women are Superior and fit model criteria "I swear" It's just a world of girls Woah, oh oh, eh eh, oh oh Come on girl, come and rock with me Hawaiian girl want to rock with me Jamaican girl, or American girl Canadian, England girl Woah, woah "Yeah"

xo

1, 2, 3 Yeah, she's in love with the concept As if we're all just how she imagined 'Cause we're in love, I just don't know it yet, huh Well, tell me how am I supposed to see the magic? 'Cause I don't believe in it no more But I won't tell her 'Cause I always imagined It's easier if she thinks she won So I'ma let her, and she said "I don't think I love you no more You never seem to call me lately" Girl, I don't think you know me at all 'Cause I never thought I'd have to say this No I don't love you, and I never did Look at us burning down in flames for kicks But just know I'm not singing for your XO I'm just singing 'cause it's over Yeah, uh, yeah Came and went like the summer time Was that a sunset or sunrise? Looking back like, "Where'd the time go?" So much for trying to keep this moving slow 'Cause I don't believe in her no more But I remember How we talked shit like we knew what we wanted I still remember what she said "I don't think I love you no more You never seem to call me lately" But I don't think she knew me at all 'Cause I never thought I'd have to say this But I'm no liar, and I never hid anything You should've seen it coming to this Just know I'm not singing for an ex, though I'm just singing 'cause it's over, yeah, yeah Uh, girl I'm just singing I'm just singing, yeah I'm just singing 'cause it's over

you mad make it back

That's more like it Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy You can't trap here, you can't mat here Yeah I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag First I made a bag, then I spend a bag Then I make it back, yeah I make it back Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag First I made a bag, then I spend a bag Then I make it back, yeah I make it back Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact Pull up on my dolo, 'cause I got my strap All I see is snakes, Don C on my hat I was off the xanny baby, she was off the flat She ain't have no panties baby, hit it from the back I know I'm a better fella, no hater, I won't tell her Donald Duck my Gucci sweater, no I won't pluck a feather I probably got salmonella, Saint Laurent on all my leather Diamond dancing with baguette, chopper on me Armageddon Damn my jewelry it got heavy, damn my new bitch she so heavy Yeah my new whip is so heavy Hit the button, now it's ready Ready, better hope you're ready Now she wanna sex me, used to didn't want to text me I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag First I made a bag, then I spend a bag Then I make it back, yeah I make it back Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag First I made a bag, then I spend a bag Then I make it back, yeah I make it back Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact Stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, bitch I went up in my thoughts 200 my whip and it stuck I do not talk to the cops Stop, you're popped You do not get any guap Ayy, get a bag run it up Diamond dance, they shiny, it ain't sunny up Who at the door, put the money upstairs Better stay down there, can't get money up here Clothes so rare, you can't find that there Ayy, car go faster, you can't pass there You can't text here, you can't mack here You can't trap here, you can't stack here, got the mac here I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag First I made a bag, then I spend a back Then I make it back, yeah I make it back Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag First I made a bag, then I spend a bag Then I make it back, yeah I make it back Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact

make that shit work

I lay the hammer down I'ma build a whole house on that ass, I swear Tell her its hammer time 'Cause I'm from Tallahassee and you know we get nasty out here Now when we swervin' in the 'Llac, you know we makin' it chirp You almost made me spill this jack up on this ten dollar shirt Shawty, tell me when you and your friend get out of work 'Cause all these other bitches just pretending to twerk I'ma about to unload on a bitch Baby let me see you get low a lil bit Dutty wine, dutty wine, keep rollin' on the hips (Too fast, too fast) Take it slow on the dick Now when I walk up in this bitch you know I'm making it work How you fit all of that cake in that skirt? Put a whippin' on that ass like I'm making dessert Water guns, I be makin' it squirt, so holla at me bitch Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work Her booty unbelievably Tryin' to describe it but my crew just don't believe me And if she ain't workin' for the premium I'ma stuck it on the side like a motherfuckin' TV I'ma beast, I do this shit in reality nigga If she fuck with me she fuck with beastiality nigga I got her working, got her working, losing calories nigga She don't fuck with you 'cause she knows that your swag ain't official Hundred dollars at a time Drop that pussy on a dime Make it clap to the baseline Boom bap wind chime, I ain't lying Now when I walk up in this bitch you know I'm making it work How you fit all of that cake in that skirt? Put a whippin' on that ass like I'm making dessert Water guns, I be makin' it squirt, so holla at me bitch Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work God damn shawty where you get that ass at? Make a nigga hit it twice had to backtrack Hit it three times, she in love with it Shawty hike that ass up, let me come get it You know I'ma aim, I'm aimin to please Lame ass niggas can't hang with a G Ass and them titties what your boy came to see The club ain't got enough change for me And you know I'm gone off a pill not that Tylenol If the bitch ain't eatin' dick she might as well starve Shoot movies in the bed, she gon' play her part 'Cause when it come to givin' brain she gon' play it smart We throwin' George Washington's, them fives and them tens Twenties, fifties, color money Benjamins Throw that bread tell her momma she gon' be your best friend But that bitch ain't in love she just tryin' to get them M's Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work

green mile

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Said you'll never do me wrong? Guess we see how that plays out Is it true? Is it true? Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day What were those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Sharpshooter in my backyard Killed a small boy once, never told no one If it wasn't for my shotgun, he'd be alive and I'd be halfway, to heaven Instead of sitting in the dark, going through hell you should've been here Wish you had been here Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day What were those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Pt. II: I Doubt It Lately I've been questioning Am I all that I pretend to be? I doubt it, I doubt it Lately I've been questioning Am I all that I pretend to be? I doubt it, I doubt it

bed peace

Wake up, wake up Gotta get this paper, get this cake up Gotta do my hair, gotta put on makeup Gotta act like I care about this fake stuff Straight up what a waste of my day If I had it my way I'd roll out of bed Say bout 2:30 mid day Hit the blunt then, hit you up to come over to my place You show up right away We make love and then we fuck And then you'd give me my space Yeah What I am trying to say is That love is ours to make so we should make it Everything else can wait The time is ours to take so we should take it Wake up, wake up, bake up Gotta heat the vape up Lets get faded Gotta call your job tell em' you won't make it Ain't nobody here baby lets get wasted We should just get naked Cause I be working hard and I know you be on that same shit Every other day's a different game that you just can't win I just want to ease your mind and make you feel all right So go head tell your baby mama you gon be with me tonight Right What I am trying to say is (What I am trying to say is) That love is ours to make so we should make it (we should make it, we should make it) Everything else can wait (Everything else can wait) The time is ours to take so we should take it It's not love, but it's pretty close Hot fudge and a little smoke I didn't mean it means nothing to you Hands locked on my black couch with nothing to do Can't stop on cloud 20 Buried in the drugs, but the feels keeps coming Finally stop crying, but your nose is still running Wipe it on my shirt, (haha, on my sleeve) You tell me that you wanna do it big I love it when you say "guess what?" (What? What?) Reading stories to some other nigga kid And I wonder why I'm all messed up (up up up up) Cause we gotta be responsible sometimes Being a class act nevermind my alumni I don't wanna be around a baby so dumb high That I don't see the beauty of a momma on insides Curled up with my head on your chest It's the best remedy for the pain and the stress If the world doesn't change then we'll never get dressed It will be like this to the kiss of the death Of my soul, bowl of the blue dream, no Not a good team, once soul, two halves No joke, who laughs? Just us (Just us, just us) Okay, got this OJ and Jose Mixed it up with that Rose We gon' do this our own way Alright, okay What is it that you're smoking? Piece it up with this peace and love And this peace and love like the old days What I am trying to say is (What I am trying to say is) That love is ours to make so we should make it (we should make it, we should make it) Everything else can wait (Everything else can wait) The time is ours to take so we should take it We should stay right here We should lay right here Cause everything is okay right here You should stay right here We should lay right here Cause everything is okay right here

dream doll

Aye, Khaos Bitch you wouldn't believe bih I just woke up, ainna Just 'bout a few hours ago so you know I'm roamin' around I did my thug dizzle Hopped in the spray I got out the spray, walked out the door and... I seen my dream girl Baby girl you a movie, you done got Kodak off BluRay I'ma have to buy you a new ring We should get married today I'ma put you in a new place Baby girl we can be roommates Lemme know what you wanna do bae All I really want is you bae I'm so groovy Smoother than smoothie Baby girl you beautiful, but I'm stuck on yo' booty I put you in a blue Wraith You ridin' in a new wave In South Beach ridin' on yachts, bae we in a new wave Baby girl I don't wanna lose you I'ma have to put you on voodoo Baby girl I don't wanna lose you I'ma have to put you on voodoo You makin' me freestyle You makin' my cheeks smile Girl you know that I'm G Code, but you bringing my sweet out I ain't hit a hood in a week now I ain't even been in the streets now I just wanna freak and skeet now I just wanna eat and sleep now Figured out what I wanna be now Hold me down 'cause I wanna be down Yeah, girl I wanna have ya like I need now Girl I had to grab ya like a rebound Trust me, I like yo' body, but baby I love yo' smile You don't even need a stylist, 'cause you got so much style Answer FaceTime like "Wow!" Answer FaceTime right now I ain't catch butterflies in a while Answer FaceTime right now Baby girl you a movie, you done got Kodak off BluRay I'ma have to buy you a new ring We should get married today I'ma put you in a new place Baby girl we can be roommates Lemme know what you wanna do bae All I really want is you bae Yeah, it's too much fishes in the sea though But I fucked around found Nemo I believe she my dream girl So I'ma chase my dreams though I might go and put you on YouTube I might have to put you on Vevo Already had you 'fore I met you But baby you boost my ego Even though this just a lil' song We done ran down on foolie We done ran down on foolie Bih we ran down on foolie I redid the Hit, fuck Sudie Nigga everybody for Sudie No disrespect Sudie, this music But nigga everybody for Sudie Dropped Project Baby, now I'm 'bout to drop Project Baby 2 bih This a teaser, I'm just rollin' but I'm sober Nigga I ain't gotta be booted I don't even know what I'm doin' I'm just freestyling for you bae 'Cause I don't wanna lose bae Put that pussy on my teeth like toothpaste Put that pussy on my diamonds like toothpaste I'ma tie ya down like shoe lace I'ma tie ya down, you a shoe face ass Fuck with ya crew face ass

crazy

*Gunshots* Black folks can't never have no fun! These streets be... Walking down the avenue Crazy! From Hollywood to South Central These streets be... Crazy! Long Beach to Compton Always up to no good Cra... crazy! (Crazy) Always up to no good Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy Crazy! Have a look outside and take a stroll with me California lifestyle, you wanna roll with me? I could take you in and out and where it's gonna be Now as crazy as it is, you know this home for me I wouldn't never leave it, you know that's wrong to me I'ma stay down, you see me on the corners, G At your local liquor store, gettin' some Optimos And if I'm out of bounds then I gotta cock the fo' Keep it on the low on the W-W-W-West coast Sign some autographs and then I do get ghost A-humph.. yeah, I love my folks But half of y'all fools is cutthroats On the real know the streets'll have you Guide you, lead you, mislead you, it's fragile Yeah, see you gradually grow And when you walkin on my side I think you all need to know... These streets be... Walking down the avenue Crazy! From Hollywood to South Central These streets be... Crazy! Long Beach to Compton Always up to no good Cra... crazy! (Crazy) Always up to no good Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy Crazy! On the 110 freeway flow, back to the block In the seven deuce Coupe, hoppin' hippin' the hop Sippin on some Hen' with my nephew Infrared Young pimp on the grind tryna line up some head Had fun, did, done, on the West we run Don't matter where you from, if you old or young Seesaw we raw like ooh-la-la Fuck the law, we don't get caught, we just do-da-da Yeah nigga we shakin' the cops You niggas out there just be makin' it hot But don't trip if you fakin' a lot I'll break you, shake you, and take yo' spot 'Cause if you think that you gon' slip through California Without gettin banged on.. brother you're wrong (Always up to no good!) I really love my dawg, grew up together and all but he (Always up to no good!) Hell yeah I love, knew y'all That's why I married the broad, but she's... (Always up to no good!) We can't hang no more 'cause I'm a balla y'all and he (Always up to no good!) Let me tell you about these streeeets (Always up to no good!) These streets be... Walking down the avenue (Always up to no good!) Crazy! (Always up to no good!) From Hollywood to South Central These streets be... (Always up to no good!) Crazy! Long Beach to Compton (Always up to no good!) Cra... (Always up to no good!) Crazy! (Crazy) Always up to no good Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy (Always up to no good!) Crazy! Fredwreck you a fool for that beat, man Check it out y'all it's Julio G, Westside radio You got your ears tuned to Tha Blue Carpet Treatment A todos los latinos los voy a llevar a la Playa Larga Y voy a deja' que Snoop les diga lo que le pasó Ayy Snoop, tell 'em what's up, vato

lounge act

Truth covered in security I can't let you smother me I'd like to but it couldn't work Trading off and taking turns I don't regret a thing And I've got this friend, you see who makes me feel And I wanted more than I could steal I'll arrest myself, I'll wear a shield I'll go out of my way to prove I still Smell her on you Don't tell me what I wanna hear Afraid of never knowing fear Experience anything you need I'll keep fighting jealousy Until it's fucking gone And I've got this friend, you see who makes me feel and I Wanted more than I could steal I'll arrest myself, I'll wear a shield I'll go out of my way to prove I still Smell her on you Truth covered in security I can't let you smother me I'd like to but it couldn't work Trading off and taking turns I don't regret a thing And I've got this friend, you see who makes me feel And I wanted more than I could steal I'll arrest myself, I'll wear a shield I'll go out of my way to make you a deal We'll make a pact to learn from who Ever we want without new rules And we'll share what's lost and what we grew They'll go out of their way to prove they still Smell her on you They still smell her on you Smell her on you

life is but a dream

I am happy to join with you today And what will go down in history As the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation So it seems I’m lost In between exotic cars and fiends Palms hella itchy, baby mama bitchy Dish washer broke cuz them pots too sticky Snap back to the back cause I got that crack And I’m from that city Where even the girls is packing they strap Beats on They don't hear that rap, shit Unless it’s Y.G or Problem Then them bitches turn up ASAP like they went to school in Harlem But they know they from Compton Yea they know they from Compton Where we put bass with the head before Dre was with Monster We pulled guns on niggas 'fore we ever play Contra Turned contra into bands and that make them hoes dance so Let that bitch breathe before she take yo kids And you be forced to watch that bitch leave And that’s every nigga’s situation In a town where them gang signs go up And them bitches going down Life is a but a dream I’m searching for a dream Life is a but a dream Life is a but a dream Life is a but a dream Life is a but a dream Life is a but a dream Life is a but a dream Life is everything but a dream A great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free Niggas robbed 2 Chainz on World Star, I seen these niggas runnin Them ain’t yo niggas no more ‘cause I got mine's comin You take a nigga jewels and act like you done did something We take a nigga life and act like we ain’t did nothing And all of this is at the push of a button I got niggas bustin' simply because they ribs touchin' No we ain’t tryna work at Mickey D's Niggas is tryin to put that six on Ds And flip one of them Bentley keys Hood niggas that only wanna be hood rich Stack a hundred thousand in the safe and wife a good bitch Cop a Gucci belt, maybe Louis too Line a Challenger with that Camaro and see what it do Hit toxic ‘cause we got a fit and can't wasted it It’s hot as fuck but at least we can see these hoes’ faces Ask Drama what that shit do Every time he hit the city give him a couple hoes and a pistol ‘Cause I, I hold my niggas down I said I, I hold my niggas down Yea I hold my niggas down And the day I go out this is Kendrick’s crown No, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.” Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Life is everything but a dream

killa

My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa I wake up in this state of mind, like sky's the limit My niggas said you crossed the line, well I'm gon' kill you I'm focused on a million cash, that's the vision Speeding and I'm finna crash, that's the feeling Until my tires burn, though, and my wheels give out These backwoods burn slow, like my bills dish out When them people come for you, they gone steal yo house Put yo name on them papers, they gone fill you out Couple moves from yo quota, come fuck up yo count Have you thinking bounce back when you out Look, I'm tip-toeing over traps Tight-roping at a height, you fall you knowing it's a wrap But I'm gon' keep this balance, cause it ain't no turning back Ain't no looking down, my niggas ain't concerned with that More concerned with cash More concerned with running laps, running rap Getting rich, then run it back My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa What's the deal, nigga? What's the deal, nigga? How you feel? Now you know this shit is real, nigga Once upon a time was in the field, nigga War time, really kill or kill, nigga Gunfire, shooting out civills, nigga Young, wild, police gon' deal with you Not too many still living So I gotta paint it real vivid I'm surprised that I'm here, nigga Naw, I'm blind to my fears, nigga I shine like De Beers, nigga And fly like a Lear, nigga Climb like the stairs, nigga Spend time out in Paris, nigga Come from where the grannies gotta bury niggas And money make these hoes wanna marry niggas My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa I think about them late nights Drive to Vegas across the state lines Finally did it, it just take time Since I was ye' high, my only goal was get this cake right And what they say, right You on your own, it's what you make life You was out there everyday, right? Tryna push foreign, tryna eat steak, right? Put some hunnids in yo safe, right? Hang some flat screens in yo place, right? Life insurance, just in case, right? Gave something to the lawyer, just in case, right? Sitting solo, first class, on a straight flight I remember waiting on my day like... Everyday I'm on this paper chase, like Stand between these buildings 'til the daylight Wiggle through the prisons and the grave sites Then you finally get it, and you take flight My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa

twenty88 tracklist album art

Tracklist: 1. Déjà Vu 2. Selfish 3. On the Way 4. Push It 5. 2 Minute Warning ft. K-Ci & JoJo and Detail 6. Talk Show 7. Memories Faded 8. London Bridge Album Cover:

payback

You need to take a closer look at me Cause I was born to be the thorn in your side No matter what you think you're gonna see You never wanted this barrage of fucking pride You don't want none of me You've got a fucking catheter in your brain Pissing your common sense away When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight For my own peace of mind - I'm going to Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Payback's a bitch motherfucker You only live to be a parasite Your life must suck when nothing's going your way Everything melts away before your eyes You're just a punk that doesn't have the sense to get away Get the fuck away You've got a fucking catheter in your brain Pissing your common sense away When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight For my own peace of mind - I'm going to Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Payback's a bitch motherfucker I will never become your fucking scapegoat I don't know how it feels to come up short I only want vengeance To come shining down on me I don't want you to die Before I get the chance to kill you myself You've got a fucking catheter in your brain Pissing your common sense away This is for the mindfuck This is for the hell of it This is for me- I'm going to Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Now you're nothing You ain't fuckin' shit

life is real song for lennon

Guilt stains on my pillow Blood on my terraces Torsos in my closet Shadows from my past Life is real, life is real Life is real, so real Sleeping is my leisure Waking up in a minefield Dream is just a pleasure dome Love is a roulette wheel Life is real, life is real Life is real, oh yeah Success is my breathing space I brought it on myself I will price it I will cash it I can take it or leave it Loneliness is my hiding place Breastfeeding myself What more can I say I have swallowed the bitter pill I can taste it, I can taste it Life is real, life is real Life is real Music will be my mistress Loving like a whore Lennon is a genius Living in every pore Life is real, life is real Life is real, so real Life is cruel Life is a bitch Life is real, so real Life is real, life is real Yeah, life is real

i dont want to change you

Wherever you are You know that I adore you No matter how far Well, I can go before you And if ever you need someone Well, not that you need helping But if ever you want someone Know that I am willing I don't want to change you I don't want to change you I don't want to change your mind I just came across a manger Out among the danger Somewhere in a stranger's eye Wherever you go Well, I can always follow I can feed this real slow If it's a lot to swallow And if you just want to be alone Well, I can wait without waiting If you want me to let this go Well, I'm more than willing 'Cause I don't want to change you I don't want to change you I don't want to change your mind I just came across a manger Out among the danger Somewhere in a stranger's eye And I don't want to change you I don't want to change you I don't want to change your mind I just came across a manger Out among the danger Somewhere in a stranger's eye I've never been with anyone In the way I've been with you But if love is not for fun Then it's doomed 'Cause water races Water races down the waterfalls Water races Water races down the waterfall I don't want to change you I don't want to change you I don't want to change your mind I just came across a manger Where there is no danger Where love has eyes and is not blind

fuck niggaz intro

Sosa, BANG OBlock OTF Hit A nigga up i dont give a fuck I do drugs till im dead O'Block Wic City bitch Middle Fingers to shondale Chief keef I go nuts in a fast car doing doughnuts Shoot a nigga up then so what Thats what he get for being so tough Run up on him Put the gun up on him Act pussy niggas whats to you bitch Change his mind like 4 ways Like a flat tire he need a fix Get a name off me you need it bitch Goddamn i hate a conceited bitch Ima shoot the clip till its empty bitch Disrespect my bro gods Got one lung I smoke alot of kush And why i dont know god I got alot of niggas with alot of guns That will use them then so god Then so god Kush smell like piss and rubber Know I'm bout my bands We rob who we shop with Don't give a fuck it ain't my mans Talking hoes niggas I keep that Kush nigga, I Reek that You holding and we see that? That money we gone need that! You ain't shit but a stain nigga Throw my first finger and my thumb up That's a L nigga, to the brain nigga That's all I'm saying nigga

stir fry

Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (Wroof) Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeyes (Popeyes) Money changin' colors like tie-dye (Tie-dye) I'm just tryna get it, I ain't tryna die (No) She got a big ol' onion booty, make the world cry (Cry) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) Hold them bands down (Hey), hold your mans down (Hey) Who told you come around? (Who?) This that trap sound (Trap) Designer clothes (Clothes), fashion shows (Shows) Trap house (House) made of gold (Gold) Control the bag now (Control it), no need to brag now (No need) Ayy, put the mask down (Mask), we livin' fast now (Fast) Finest hoes (Finest), wrist froze (Ho) We can go (We can) coast to coast (Coast) Keep watchin' me whip up Still be real and famous, yeah Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (Woo, woo, woo, wroof) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) Offset! I take a whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (Brr) I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (Money) In that skillet, watch me flip it like it's Five Guys (Flip it) Look at my pilgrim, take off the ceiling, look at the blue sky (Skrrt) Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (Ice) I don't regret shit, yeah, I'm paid and I don't got a debt (Hah) You crawl 'fore you walk, you can ball every week For my dogs 'hind the wall, we gon' ball when you free (Ball) Stop watchin' me, democracy, you wanna copy me (You watchin') Life's Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (Property) AP, Rolls (Rolls), pink diamonds, whoa (Whoa) Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (Hey) Keep watchin' me whip up Still be real and famous, yeah Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (Wroof) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Wroof) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir fry Takeoff, I'm the bird keeper, let the birds fly Why you tryna take my prize? You a dead guy Of course, I gotta keep a watch out through my bird eye No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys Don't discriminate, ball players come in all sizes Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code Why you keep lookin' at me? I feel like niggas got static, it must be the Patek Pockets blue cheese, I'm in the kitchen In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) Keep watchin' me whip up Still be real and famous, yeah Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (Wroof) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Whip it) In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like it's stir fry (Wroof)

bring em in

I wasn't looking for you I wasn't searching I wasn't creeping around I wasn't lurking I wasn't sleeping around I wasn't thirsting But, I got a thang for you I got a thang for you You on ya job, and it's damn sure workin' Say she ain't a ho but she far from a virgin When it's time to cut, I'm somethin' like a surgeon I do my thang for you Hey, baby girl you gotta trunk, I might put you in valet Way you stretching make a man think I put you in ballet If I'm sliding through ya city, I need you to dial me And how much my niggas smoke reminding you of Friday I can take you to DC introduce you to Wale You can look all through my phone as long as you don't call Jay Is it cool to parle, we can do this all day Just me and you off in my room, we call this do the hard way, hard way! I put it down Any spot, any city that I'm in Let the bad girls know we run the town So pick up that cellphone and Tell a friend, to tell a friend I put it down Any spot, any city that I'm in Let the bad girls know we run the town And my niggas blow trees like the wind So tell a friend, to bring a friend Bring em in (x4) And if they all bad You can bring em in We take it to the grrr! It's just you, me, and them Now bring ya ass over here A nigga tryna take you home like a souvenir One in a million, girl you lookin' like the new Aaliyah And ah, I got a thang for ya, I got a thang for ya A stewardess and yet you flew the leer Cause you fly as hell shawty walking through the air Game cold like the toes on a polar bear And ah, I do my thang for ya Now baby girl if looks can kill then you catchin' bodies How I'm stretching you, guess no need to go get pilates When I'm sliding through ya city, meet me in the lobby And you put that thang up on me like you tryna rob me Can I hit it in the morning? while you moaning probably Got you sweating now you gettin' wet as a tsunami We can do this all day, treat it like a hobby But if I tell you get to stepping like you Pam and Tommy Don't mind me, I put it down Did I meet you for a reason or for a season Or either the night of ya life at the Four Seasons Whisper to ya home girls you love Cole World Cause his flow thorough I give you a few more reasons Not because his verse or cause I can buy purse you know The type of shit that your man can only purchase on the first And not because he faker than turf softer than Nerf footballs I got his girl's lip gloss all on my girth Because I'm so clever better than ho-eva The coldest nigga even when wearin' like four sweaters Well versed, well rehearsed, the go getter These broke niggas got good dressing and no lettuce (Ahhhh) You would think niggas would know better It's 0-11, you would think niggas would flow better I know you so fed up, and so I had to blow and I ain't talking coke header I won't let up

big city blues

Charlie Shuffler on the beat I just wanna see you smile I just wanna make you mine We can spend time, smoke away the time We can go anywhere you ever wanted Anything you ever dreamed I can make your dreams come true (Come true) I'll be on my own, no crew (Crew) Out here makin' these moves (Yeah) Singin' these big city blues (City, yeah) I don't wanna think about you (Nah, nah) Every time I think about you (You) I swear I fall in love again (Damn) I remember everything you said Promise me it's real (Yeah) Girl, I got a deal (Got a deal) You could be my girl if I could be your world Promise me it's real (Yeah) Girl, I got a deal (Ayy) You could be my girl if I could be your world Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Coldhart, go hard And we can leave this club And we can get fucked up In the back of the Chevy Girl, I felt your heart beatin' heavy for me (Woah) And I just wanna see you shine (Shine) Girl, you got stars for eyes (You do) And she sweet like Texas tea With a ass from Tennessee And we can take the long way home 'Cause I don't wanna see you go Sittin' drinkin' whiskey, hopin' that you'll miss me Baby, say you do (Please say you do) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Maybe say you do

whatup tho

Long live the Kane back, fuck cocaine rap Twenty years later, niggas stuck in the same trap I'm tryna slide through the game on a hoverboard They still buying pork rinds from the corner store We more advanced how we handle ours Riding through the lane with Noa James on the handlebars Tryna push the bigger picture Spinach, kale and celery sticks be the elixir Yup 9th on the mixer, the final adventure New jam only the true fans allowed to enter Z-U-L-U the nation here to tell you Be careful of the media and what they tryna sell you I'm tryna sell too, have a million followers But never sell out just to get my dollars up This is for all of us, lovers and the free thinkers Rosay sippers and the green tea drinkers yeah What's up fam, what's up bro This is the jam, whatup though Whatup though, whatup though Whatup though, whatup though There ain't no difference between, a gangbanger And Malcolm X, the same anger Just misdirected now neighborhoods infected So I gotta speak the truth, by the youth I've been selected So presidential, still rep my residential Nine double O one nine is my credential True artist brought rap to the museum Might bring the Raiders back to the Coliseum They say he's so black that it's hard to see him So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman This for the Glory, the Almighty Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty This rap game truly is a blessing homie So I gotta be a blessing through my testimony I made it through, you can make it too Give it all you got, nothing they can take from you For the dark skinned white girls and the silly ones For the fly chick working at the Cinnabon What's good with a free Dr. Pepper though Hook it up and be a guest at my next show I'm bugging out, tryna make the speakers throb Shout out to everybody out there tryna keep a job It's love first, money under that But ain't nothing wrong with you tryna get a hundred racks Stacking good karma like rappers stack they cash up Tryna get to heaven with a presidential tax cut Always keep a smart chick, with a fat butt Long as we around, you can never say that rap sucks Won't react to hate, on some boss shit Tryna reach the comic books while doing crossfit Because the body is a temple And all these tattoos is like stained glass windows

bts boy in luv english translation

I want to be your oppa I’m so hungry for your love I want to be your oppa I’ll have you, just watch Why are you shaking up my heart? Why are you shaking up my heart? Why are you shaking up my heart? Shaking up Shaking up (Dad) Just how exactly Did dad ask mom out? Should I write you a letter? What is this? I become like dust in front of you You make me so angry and mad for no reason I’m serious but you make me into a loser, who picks fights with you Why do I care so much about you? You’re making a big boy act like a little kid But I’ll turn things around From just knowing each other to becoming lovers If it’s with you, I think I can go to a good college ABCDEFGH Hakuna Matata Your profile picture is the same but why do I keep checking it? But don’t misunderstand, I’m not an easy guy I’m getting nervous, I’m getting nervous Who are you? Are you that great? Why do you keep teasing me? Just stop now, hold up, hold up Hold me tight before I kiss you Before my heart lets you go Say what you want Say what you want What is it that you really want? Hold me tight before I kiss you Before my heart lets you go Say what you want Say what you want What is it that you really want? Why are you shaking up my heart? Why are you shaking up my heart? Why are you shaking up my heart? Shaking up Shaking up A bad bad girl on the outside An even more bad bad girl on the side If you lose a guy like me, you’ll regret it You checked my text message but you’re not pressing send The “1” disappears, making me so anxious Maybe I’ll buy a GPS navigation (Quickly quickly quickly) I keep trying to appeal to you (trying trying trying) Genuine feelings? (I got em) Endurance? (I got em) The only thing I don’t have is your beauty beauty beauty How should I change for you? (hold up) Playing mind games? Two-timing? I don’t know how to do that But if you’re ever sick, don’t call 911 but call me Tell me to cry, I’ll cry, tell me to smile, I’ll smile, tell me to roll around, I’ll roll around I’m getting nervous, I’m getting nervous Who are you? Are you that great? Why do you keep teasing me? Just stop now, hold up, hold up Hold me tight before I kiss you Before my heart lets you go Say what you want Say what you want What is it that you really want? Hold me tight before I kiss you Before my heart lets you go Say what you want Say what you want What is it that you really want? I want to be your oppa Why don’t you know my heart for you? Even if you ignore me Even if you act cold I can’t push you out of my mind I want to be your oppa I will be your man, just watch So that my heart can touch yours I will run to you right now Hold me tight before I kiss you Before my heart lets you go Say what you want Say what you want What is it that you really want? Hold me tight before I kiss you Before my heart lets you go Say what you want Say what you want What is it that you really want?

get over

Yeah Yea, real rap, real rap, real rap fo ya Lighters up, lets get 'em Nikki (Lil Wayne) Though, though I'm missin you (straight to the head man) I'll find a way to get through I know livin without ya is impossible (yea) Gone... I know you gon live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya 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 Standing on stage in front of thousands 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 I'm alright, God, shit, I'm still breathin But losses hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga (Lil Wayne in the background) Though, though I'm missin you I'll find a way to get through I know livin without ya is impossible Gone... I know you gon live on Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over Smoke kush all day and pop painkillers 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 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 strugglin I gotta ride, and sometimes that ride get bloody But I just think about my buddy And go after that money But uhh.. (Nikki and Lil Wayne) Ohhh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, gotta get over It's almost over, and we gon be alright Straight Patron out the bottle to the head now We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds Now I gotta walk around Brim down Just tryin to find my way to the next day Escape Ya birthday could be ya 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 a umbrella and a Berretta I'm just tryin to make sure my daughter future progressin And behind that, I'm shootin excessive Trust me The beautiful dead, we livin wit the ugly I just tell my pops wait for me I'm comin (Nikki and Lil Wayne) Though, though I'm missin you I'll find a way to get through I know livin without ya is impossible Gone... I know you gon live on Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya [I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over Can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over] [I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over Can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over] They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime... Cause I don't wanna see nothin! Yea.. Like I said, life ain't nuttin but a long extended road, keep drivin I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road No help, keep goin Yea... Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin... yep... Who knows when I'll run outta gas. Yea...

anybody

Oh, oh Oh, oh Somebody called for the queen? Oh, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Oh, oh Thugger (rrrrr) Mmm, ayy I never killed anybody (body) But I got somethin' to do with that body (somethin', just shh) I got the streets on my back (on my back) Carry it like I'm movin' a body (huh) I told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do) Like he tryna movie the body (movie) It was like 11 in the mornin' Skippin' school, that's a truancy body I made me some racks in the mornin' I had me a pack by the mornin' I had me some racks by the mornin' I had a six-pack by the mornin' I got on a mink, no pneumonia The racks keep me up, don't need Folgers I had a pack in my shoulder You gotta picture me rollin' You gotta picture me rollin' Pacific ice, I'm an ocean (ocean) Ready for war like I'm Russia (Russia) Latest Chanel for the luggage (luggage) My diamonds they tusslin' (they tusslin') My neck and my belly on 'Tussin ('tuss) They callin' for me and they rushin' (rushin') You wanna be like me and I love it (yeah) Hundred racks on my draws (yeah) Big racks, better calm down (yeah) If you're gon' ride, come around (yeah) Whole squad smokin' out the pound (yeah) Squad goals on these hoes (yeah) Maison Margiela my toes (yeah) Farrakhan glasses for the chosen (yeah) You can go and get mad (gon' get mad) Jumpin' in the Bent' with the too-dark tint And who's you? (Who's you?) My shawty pullin' up with a real bad bitch I wanna fuck you too (fuck you too) Drippin' my swag, Dubai tags, I'm new I got a Smith & in the bag now I get all type of cash, I'm a general, tru (hey) I never killed anybody (body) But I got somethin' to do with that body (somethin', just shh) I got the streets on my back (on my back) Carry it like I'm movin' a body (huh) I told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do) Like he tryna movie the body (movie) It was like 11 in the mornin' Skippin' school, that's a truancy body I made me some racks in the mornin' I had me a pack by the mornin' I had me some racks by the mornin' I had a six-pack by the mornin' I got on a mink, no pneumonia The racks keep me up, don't need Folgers I had a pack in my shoulder You gotta picture me rollin' You gotta picture me rollin', packin' a semi (wait) colon Ready for war like Korea, headlining shows out in Poland You should be cleanin' my mansion, my place is disgustin' Why don't you act like a Hoffman, and go get to dustin'? Yeah, latex on my trouse, bitch, go clean my crown Can't hear my haters from way up here, they don't make a sound Body goals on these hoes, white paint on my toes When I send that new bae alert, niggas gon' be mad Jumpin' in the Bent', then I switched to the Ghost like, "Who's you?" Remember this face 'cause I'm that bitch you gon' lose to Drippin' in ice, fuck you lookin' at? Screw you It's squad goals when all your bitches pretty like New New I never killed anybody (body) But I got somethin' to do with that body (somethin', just shh) I got the streets on my back (on my back) Carry it like I'm movin' a body (huh) I told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do) Like he tryna movie the body (movie) It was like 11 in the mornin' Skippin' school, that's a truancy body I made me some racks in the mornin' I had me a pack by the mornin' I had me some racks by the mornin' I had a six-pack by the mornin' I got on a mink, no pneumonia The racks keep me up, don't need Folgers I had a pack in my shoulder You gotta picture me rollin' Jumpin' in the Bent' with the too-dark tint And who's you? (Who's you?) My shawty pullin' up with a real bad bitch I wanna fuck you too (fuck you too) Drippin' my swag, ooh, pop tag, I'm (Mmhhm) I got a Smith & in the bag now I get all type of cash, I'm a general, tru (hey) Easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls I said, Easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls

buss down

I don't know what kinda shit I'm on right now Yeah, I got my nigga Zach with me, you know what I'm saying? Right now Yeah ATL Jacob One time I had a show, got damn I was late, that nigga let me get his jet You know what I'm saying? Real boss shit, rich nigga shit You know what I'm saying? I Patek that, 100 on a bust down You ain't gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from 'round (slatt) Baby graduated (how?) She gave me cap and gown (cap and gown) It was fye, fye (what that mean?) That mean she busted down (ugh) Murder, murder ain't a issue, I got hitters behind me (hitters) I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and ain't nobody co-sign it (gone) I just did a couple drugs, now I'm sitting next to the pilot Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman Niggas stressed, bitches pressed I'm a major factor I'm coming through with that juice, drippin' kiwi Snapple (spill) Out with the old, in with the new I'm replacing rappers (bye bye) Liar, liar, pants on fire You a big ol' capper (no cap) She wanna fuck all night Give her that bust down pipe (ugh) I pour a four at least (then) Name it a bust down sprite (lingo) Your ice don't stand up (nope) It wasn't bust down right (nope) Iced out Jesus piece, I even bust down Christ Ain't wore the AP in so long, I barely recognize it Can't tell the time, you blinded I'm with Slatt, we sliming (slime) My lil' niggas them go live, live Jimmy Fallon (litty) Tote big racks, them big facts You niggas minimizing (mini) I Patek that, 100 on a bust down You ain't gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from 'round (slatt) Baby graduated (how?) She gave me cap and gown (cap and gown) It was fye, fye (what that mean?) That mean she busted down (ugh) Murder, murder ain't a issue, I got hitters behind me (hitters) I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and ain't nobody co-sign it (gone) I just did a couple drugs, now I'm sitting next to the pilot Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman (sex) I put Chanel runners, on her tippy toes I went Lil Baby on her, except the figure four (ain't doing no nelson) When birds were 40 racks, I was charging 20 a piece Yeah, yeah, I had buck, like I'm from Tennessee I drink a certain quart, then I go Billie Jean Jimmy Choo I got a cooling system, but my diamonds Seven bitches with me now, you call me Kaepernick I got that , I got my new, new, new, you see my Patek here I get fed up with my laces, but my races, yeah Lotta 3's like Miller with the Pacers, yeah I Patek that, 100 on a bust down You ain't gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from 'round (slatt) Baby graduated (how?) She gave me cap and gown (cap and gown) It was fye, fye (what that mean?) That mean she busted down (ugh) Murder, murder ain't a issue, I got hitters behind me (hitters) I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and ain't nobody co-sign it (gone) I just did a couple drugs, now I'm sitting next to the pilot Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman (sack on me)

christie road

Staring out of my window watching the cars go rolling by My friends are gone I've got nothing to do So I sit here patiently watching the clock tick so slowly Gotta get away or my brains will explode Give me something to do to kill some time Take me to that place that I call home Take away the strains of being lonely Take me to the tracks at Christie Road See the hills from afar standing on my beat up car The sun went down and the night fills the sky Now I feel like me once again as the train comes rolling in Smoked my boredom gone, slapped my brains up so high Give me something to do to kill some time Take me to that place that I call home Take away the strains of being lonely Take me to the tracks at Christie Road Mother, stay out of my way of that place we go We'll always seem to find our way to Christie Road Mother, stay out of my way of that place we go We'll always seem to find our way to Christie Road If there is one thing that I need That makes me feel complete So I go to Christie Road It's home, it's home It's home It's home It's home

mixed personalities

Because I am hard, you will not like me Say you want someone Say you want someone Said you want someone Say you want someone I think I got mixed personalities This bitch switched up my whole mentality This girl, she got mixed personalities One day she's happy, then she mad at me Say you want someone that'll love you Someone who could please you Someone who can kiss on and rub you Fuck you like this, fuck you like that Oh, now, I got mixed personalities She got me stressin', singin' melodies For her, I swear I'd catch a felony Oh, Penelope Say you want someone Say you want someone Said you want someone Said you want someone I swear to God, this girl be trippin', dawg One day she Blooded, then she Crippin', dawg You know I put it in her kidneys, dawg She screamin' out, she need some Lithanol She blockin', ignorin' my calls (Blockin', ignorin' my calls) She keep on blockin', ignorin' my calls (Blockin', ignorin' my calls) I'm all inside her, I'll knock down her walls (Knock 'em down, boom) This bitch is hyper, need some Adderall (Oh, no) I think I got mixed personalities This bitch switched up my whole mentality This girl, she got mixed personalities One day she's happy, then she's mad at me Say you want someone that'll love you Someone who could please you Someone who can kiss on and rub you Fuck you like this, fuck you like that Oh, Lord, I ain't never been here before, oh, no Oh, keep pressin' ignore, oh, no She keep ignorin' my calls and blockin' me on everything Bitch, oh, no Oh, and it's my fault, mmm I got the keys to the lil' bitch heart and you can't get the vault (Yeah) Better go get a locksmith, better go get your Glock, bitch Pull up on a mothafuckin' opp if he playin' with my Slime That's my boo, that's my Slime, that's my everything (Everything) That's my bitch forever, don't need no wedding ring (No wedding ring) I'll give her the world, polka dots on her new pajamas Take the bitch out to Bahamas, let the ho eat at Benihana (Benihana) Matter of fact, ain't tryna meet your mama (Meet her mama) Dick her down, that the other way (All the way) Dick her down, yeah, the other way (Right way) Dick her down, yeah, the Thugger way (Thugger way) Knockin' on your door (Door), tryna give your love (Love, love) You keep tellin' me (Love), you don't give a fuck (Fuck, fuck) You won't find nobody that can fuck you like I fuck you, bae You won't find nobody that can fuck you like I fuck you, bae You won't find nobody that can fuck you like I fuck you, bae Young Nigga World and I got them Young Nigga Ways I think I got mixed personalities This bitch switched up my whole mentality This girl, she got mixed personalities One day she's happy, then she mad at me Say you want someone Say you want someone Said you want someone Said you want someone

started from the bottom funk flex freestyle

Haha, that's where we at? Okay, look Black Benz, European, give a fuck about this paper Say your girl is a fan? Now that bitch up at my table Every day the same cycle, got the weed, got the liquor Got the swishas and these bitches, we gon' pull an all-nighter Doin' this shit for V.A., 200 on the freeway They blowin' up my phone 'cause they tryna get a three-way This shit lookin' like a relay, she already chose 'Cause there's too many niggas with you, not enough hoes Goddamnit, I know you can't stand it, while I just command it I do damage if she pull her panties down to the floor She let me cut like I need a bandage, I'm a pussy bandit If your nigga trippin' 40 on me, tell me when to go I put 500 thousand on you, why you rent it for? If that shit is yours, then what's it tinted for? Throw that Westside up with them Lamborghini doors And I step right up, I make it rain, I make it pour, ha Who a low life? Nigga, get it straight All this ice, in your face All this money, I don't need to save How you talkin' money to a fuckin' bank? Now throw a couple bands on it Walk the plank, walk the plank, yeah, stand on it That's your bitch? I'm sorry, she put her hands on it I know you hate it, but you know you a fan, homie Okay, I love them Asians, I love them red dots She give me brain, what I call a head shot Them white girls say they love 2Pac It's hella black bitches all up on this white yacht Yeah, because it's snapbacks and tattoos Girl, take them tights off, gon' let that ass loose This a tax write off, you know I'm that dude And my flow is eughhh like that pink thing on that baboon Shitted, my niggas with me ridin' for my city Got Virginia on my back, my autograph across her titty Pop that pussy like I pop a wheelie, OHB, I committed On the dick actin' silly, gon' girl, get it, get it Fuck bein' low-key, I be on that loud pack All this smoke up in the air, can't see where the crowd at Thinkin' you gon' drink for free? Bitch, I can't I allow that Real nigga section, bitch, you are around that, alright

circles

Oh, oh, oh Oh,  oh, oh Oh,  oh, oh, oh, oh We couldn't turn around 'til we were upside down I'll be the bad guy now, but know I ain't too proud I  couldn't be there even when I tried You  don't believe it, we do this every time Seasons change and our love went cold Feed  the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm  waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away Let go, I got a feeling that it's time to let go I said so, I knew that this was doomed from the get-go You thought that it was special, special But it was just the sex though, the sex though And I still hear the echoes (The echoes) I got a feeling that it's time to let it go, let it go Seasons change and our love went cold Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away Maybe you don't understand what I'm going through It's only me, what you got to lose? Make up your mind, tell me, what are you gonna do? It's only me, let it go Seasons change and our love went cold Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away

make the world go round

Yeah, laced at Macy's, don't have it, a hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around, or I'm wasting fabric I don't feel greater 'til my plush pieces, cause you to suck your teeth So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging mean nothing Women dream I'm your husband I'm Alex Pushkin, the black poetry-writing Russian, ice disgusting I started bling, how could you question my direction Or my Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-stepping You hate me, should thank me, but lately I burned so much trees, I keep environmentalists angry I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder Y'all livin' trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi Vivienne Westwood, I'm good Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood Dre & Cool, we riding heavy, NY to Miami cause We make the world go round Now let's toast to the hustlers We make the world go round Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round I see the haters on the floor jocking my swag I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside a Polo glass Model bitches rolling grass, Escobar unfolding cash Toasting with my entourage, went from robbing armored cars To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage We throwing red dice at the Mirage I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad (We The Best!) Big pimping, top down chrome spinning "Top Gun", Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen No , just Romo You tryna shine, I put the nine on your jersey for promo Jessica Simpson, that's so-so Nick want his (baby back), but that's Loso Tell Hawaii Five-O to catch me at the Pro Bowl On the field, diamonds choking the jockey on my Polo CB, let 'em know though We make the world go round Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round We make the world go round From my town to your town We on top, no stopping us now We got Patron, the ballers two stepping Ladies on the floor and all 'em two stepping From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping (From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping) So iced out, it's easy to point them haters out We start with Bellini's and end with Patrón shots H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart Alife tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store with bags Worth a hundred cash shopping Violence only when have to, have to to swell you up Prefer peach Schnaps, Perrier-Jouët, a vanilla dutch Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet, bet that 300 carats the average up on the neck, black Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche Top down, new fashion Seeing me's like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera light flashing And I'm laughing, my plaques' from album sales Y'all is ringtone platinum but ninety-nine cents adds up I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track What! Now let's toast to the hustlers We make the world go round Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round

yoga flame

I call this one Yoga… Flame (Yoga flame!) Aww! Meditate, on the floor, fold your legs, resonate Breathing speed, regulate, clear my mind till it levitate Dhalsim, I beat the game, level 8, hella good Never great cause God is great, so ain’t no goats, ain’t no gates Fences see the rams ram, lambs let, sheep’s skate Brace yourself, teeth straight, fix your face for Pete’s sake Birthday wordplay, piece of cake, fold the flow with seats for eight Ororo Munroe, make it rain, not with bills, I make it change Take that cool shit, make it lame, take that nerd shit, make it bang Yeah, you heard us make it bang, yeah, ya heard me make it bang Melt the change and make a ring, take that ring & make a bracelet Take that bracelet make a chain, look how far my necklace hang Connect that chain up to a crane, pull the game up by the brains Could not move it just with brains so I had to use some bling Shouts to Drizzy, shout to Wayne, Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, Fifty Raekwon, Loso, Gucci Mane, I’m not going to drop my name Sneak that message to the masses, you can call me Chocolate Rain You might think my wallet drained, look how far my pockets hang That’s cause I got pocket change, my net worth is basketball They net worth is soccer games tell them niggas stop it mane But they cannot stop it mane, so, they forced to watch it drain They be looking so blue like water when I wash my jeans King without the whoppers and, King without the cobbler And King and I ain’t got no dreams, Bruce Lee, dishwasher Cleaning out your pots and pans, these niggas ain’t got no stain Power once I hit them with the powder Then throw em’ in the shower These niggas slower than some dial-up I be on my broadband, these niggas still downloadin’ Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt, uShare ZShare, how long you going to be there? Damn… FinallyFast.com for you fam Information super highway, these niggas ain’t got no lane But you can ride my shoulder like they pulled you over I sit in the driver’s seat, you sit on the sofa I am Patrick Swayze, you are Whoopi Goldberg Cause he was a beast in the way that he controlled her Rest in peace to Patrick, rest in peace to Stacks, kid Rest in peace to rap, no, rest in peace to wackness Yeah, nigga, I whacked it Baby boy with the glasses He is like a black rap Zach Galifianakis Hangover, game over, nigga that’s it! (Yoga flame!)

raise the flag

Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way And all of the ghouls come out to play And every demon wants his pound of flesh But I like to keep some things to myself I like to keep my issues drawn It's always darkest before the dawn Kells, All these pretty lights,  Can’t you see em? Endless nights In my life's museum Where we see our heroes And pretend to be em And we seize the day Carpe Diem Previous to this dream state I had leftovers on each plate Left shoe all tattered up from this long journey my feet ache Left the life that I lived because everyday was just replays, And I dreamed big, walked around in my PJ's And my street days are still here Never changed like I still wear The same pair Phone call? what for? We ain't long distance, I’m still there Still on the blocks where gun cocks and gunshots are more familiar of a sound then what’s "hot" 12 dollar showers at truck stops would give anybody motivation that you must not lose this one shot... Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way And all of the ghouls come out to play And every demon wants his pound of flesh But I like to keep some things to myself I like to keep my issues drawn It's always darkest before the dawn Demon days Evil nights Happy hours Frequent flights, God flow People’s strife Hear it once Speak it twice Hearts never break even And they change color like seasons Backs turn like treason But somehow you swear you ain't leaving Follow me now, follow me now Spoon fulls of sugar and handfuls of medicine help it go down Help it go down I was just a fool in a room full of Edison's, look at me now Look at me now Feel my words Look at this sound Reminiscin on when I was lookin out on the city wishin a million muthafuckas gave me that crown, bitch I run this town Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way And all of the ghouls come out to play And every demon wants his pound of flesh But I like to keep some things to myself I like to keep my issues drawn It's always darkest before the dawn Kells All of the people out there with me right now Raise your muthafuckin flags See this is the beginning,  This is ours,  This is black flag

crown the kings

Fuck it, crown the kings You dig? You know know what I mean? Fuck it, crown the king Benz truck for the queen G.I.A, my rings G.I. Joe, my team Fuck what you mean Fuck what you mean Talking too cheap Like money and green Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Nigga might think you FED's the way you snap pictures Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with niggas Get what you earn when you ride with pistols Trigger, finger, itching, itching R.I.P. to Pistol Pete She hit that line, London Fletcher Fish bowl, wrist swimming on the fish Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat I batted the bat Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins) I do all stunts, I kick like a football punt You wanna talk loads? I made three mil this month You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns You wanna talk thieves? One side got it coming in, none Fuck it, crown the kings We're living the dream Crown the kings Living the dream Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Drown the ice with medicine Drown your bitch with the skeleton I'm on the stove cooking elements The skies the limit, I'm heaven-sent Dripping the flies, a pelican Buy me a zoo, I got elephants They salty, these niggas not relevant They copy the bros and it's evident Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat My soul devoted Bank rolls are loaded Cash out, no notice Rolls Royce came with a chauffeur Stick in the couch and the sofa Five Karat in my ear, it's a boulder Pass me the fire, smoke 'em Me and my bitch are like B and Hova Go do a show in the 'Sota Stash the 100's they mowed up Fuck on your bitch 'til she throw up Stick to the code, don't fold up Boujee bitch, her nose up Smashing the thot, do I toe-tap Hundred round drums, cold cuts Fuck it, crown the kings We're living the dream Crown the kings Living the dream Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em I got every drug that start with a letter Chickens is tender With her she said I'm "like Souja Boy the way you tell em" Breakin' and enter Free all my nigga locked up in the cell, no cellular I'm special, but first I was regular Fuck the feds and free my niggas that’s federal Couple scammers and some decimals I'ma feed 'em to the animals I let 'em play in the back with them lions 'Til he run out of the stamina I told him "he stealing" he told me I'm lying I told him I got him on camera Act like I wanna make music with ya Just to hit you and your manager Fuck it, crown the kings Crown the kings Fuck it, crown the kings

thug luv

Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to L.A Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it! Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it? Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas! POP POP, run with us, run with us, run with us! POP POP, run with us, Pac and Rip with Thug Luv They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is Where my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long time Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it? Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord You know that I won't fly by that lesson You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me And I'm not stressing it softly Get 'em up off me, 'cause all we Wanted was harmony, been bombing em Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level They can't stop me and pop me Nigga, they got me? Fuck no Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it 'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murder Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the cause And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine Fuck them niggas, it's on All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me Lord, looking at death with the last of my breath Follow, follow, my kids! No, don't sin in my steps! Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believe That I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out Or do this like punks and punk it out Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me! Thug Luv, nigga. Thug life, baby. Thug Luv I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts: Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name! We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst Heard the last jam, nigga? This one's worse! My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came home Thug Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on" I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin' Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleep Watch me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me! Little thug from the Land, nigga, never ran Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't understand It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas Down to put it some work and do some dirt Fuckin' around with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma Everything I do, it seem to cause drama Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya! So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust For the love of the lust, niggas busting on us Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions! It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era Paired up with a nigga like Pac And a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck around Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing through Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with this I'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend I reload, buck a little mo' Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know "So, who ya looking for?" They don't know! A mothafucka with a leatherface Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way Ya hoes'll never know because I got away A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level Sometimes I get high and analyze your crime Correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right It's over with Bone, better leave it alone Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin' domes Still in the hood, where the thugs play Fuckin' with nothing but thugs, mane Ain't taking no shorts or no losses We cracking them domes around my way Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel You can dig a hole; bitches is dead! Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go fled But still gonna bleed bloody red Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight 'Cause we out riding, looking for you Better run for cover, nigga, duck! We about to bust, Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead Makes a move, send flowers straight to his home Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong Now he long gone, long gone POP POP, run with us, run with us, run with us! POP POP, run with us, Pac and Rip with Thug Luv

irun

Earl on the beat Yah Woah Yah It's Lil Boat PnB Rock These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact (ayy) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (I run) These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (it's Lil Boat) Yeah (it's Lil Boat) I woke up this morning, put my neck on froze (froze) Pulled up in some shit and all them bad hoes chose (skrt, skrt) I can't fuck with you 'cause you be frauding (yah, yah, yah) I do what I want because I'm ballin' (I ball) Ayy, all of my diamonds on glow (ok) I fucked your bitch, she a hoe (she a hoe) Nigga, you know you won't go (you won't go) All of my niggas on go (on go) I woke up this morning, put my neck on froze (bling) Pull up in some shit and all the bad hoes chose (yah) I just bought my mom a new Porsche (nah for real, I did) Dropped out of college and hopped off the porch I said my brother blunt so big, he need a torch (light that shit up) I got my first Mercedez-Benz and drove it straight off the course (yah, yah, yah, yah) 'Cause I do not follow no rules 600k for my jewels 100k for my Bart (yah), let it hang over my heart (for real) I bought chains for all my niggas, would've thought I signed my niggas (sailing team) Where did you find yo' niggas? (for real) I don't got time for niggas (no, no) No, no, no, no I don't got time, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (I run) These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (yah) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (it's lil boat, it's lil boat) I woke up this morning, put my neck on froze Pulled up in some shit and all them bad hoes chose (skrt, skrt) I can't fuck with you 'cause you be frauding (I can't fuck with you) I do what I want because I'm ballin' (skrt, skrt, skrt) Ayy, all of my diamonds on glow (ok) I fucked your bitch, she a hoe (yah, yah) Nigga, you know you won't go (never) All of my niggas on go I woke up this morning, put my neck on froze (bling) Pull up in some shit and all the bad hoes chose (skrt, skrt, skrt) I just bought Milan a new Gucci bag (I did) Just so she could say that she used to that (yeah, yeah) I just got 100k, I bought a coupe with that (skrt, skrt) Just so I could say, "where my roof went at?" (where that shit go?) Ayy, I can not fuck with these lames (never) They tryna fuck with the gang I was just selling cocaine (skrt, skrt) Now I'm on tour with the gang (gang) We hit the mall, fuck up 50k on the regular, that's just what friends do (my niggas) I hop off a plane, first class and I bought my A&R a new Benz coupe (ayy) Ayy, 'cause I'm blessed ('cause I'm blessed) Yeah, young nigga got a check (fuck up a check) Ayy, fuck that shit I had to flex (I had to flex) Bitch, I don't wanna text I want sex (gimme the sex, ayy) These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (I run) These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (yah) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (it's lil boat, it's lil boat) I woke up this morning, put my neck on froze Pulled up in some shit and all them bad hoes chose (skrt, skrt) I can't fuck with you 'cause you be frauding (I can't fuck with you) I do what I want because I'm ballin' (skrt, skrt, skrt) Ayy, all of my diamonds on glow (ok) I fucked your bitch, she a hoe (yah, yah) Nigga, you know you won't go (never) All of my niggas on go I woke up this morning, put my neck on froze (bling) Pull up in some shit and all the bad hoes chose (skrt, skrt, skrt)

momentz

Clocks on the wall Talk to watches on the wrist It's the moments we relive It's the moments like this When it's time to get ill We be so ahead of time It's the moments we achieve Best believe it's the moments Main event, yellow, red Black, white, dirty (Moments) Main event, yellow, red Black, white dirty (Moments) Shiver down my backbone De La is also back again (Uh-huh) With a crew that's bound to pack 'em in (Uh-huh) Got a girl who's up for the matin' I sense the need in her grammar Her nose has never been skatin' (Uh-huh) But she's sippin' star constellation (Shit) For real, her squirt game was so like 2Pac out of court run towards camera (Uh-huh) My response to that was just, "Check please" Fuck that, my man, you can't let these (Moments) Pass you by like "tick tock" So I'm smackin' the bottom like flip flops Made her alarm ring (She screams) And now we done, we passed the test So now lay down to rest And wait for the mornin' hangover that comes Clocks on the wall Talk to watches on the wrist It's the moments we relive It's the moments like this When it's time to get ill We be so ahead of time It's the moments we achieve Best believe it's the moments Main event, yellow, red Black, white, dirty (Moments) Main event, yellow, red Black, white dirty (Moments) Shiver down my backbone Plastic on the ceiling Plastic on the ceiling Plastic on the ceiling Plastic on the ceiling Plastic on the ceiling Plastic on the ceiling Plastic on the ceiling Plastic on the ceiling So now lay down to rest And wait for the mornin' hangover that comes Clocks on the wall Talk to watches on the wrist It's the moments we relive It's the moments like this When it's time to get ill We be so ahead of time It's the moments we achieve Best believe it's the moments Moments Moments Moments Moments I'm talkin' about the Kool Klown Klan Kool Klown Klan I'm talkin' about the Kool Klown Klan I need to step out for a fresh of breath air after that

roule un boze remix dj weedim

Personne ne prie pour moi Ça a été mon jour à moi Yeaaaah J'me souviens des sandwichs thon mayo J'me, j'me voyais riche et sans ego, j'ai fumé l'rif jusqu'au mégot J'suis d'la banlieue pas parigot, qu'un sale gosse ouais parmi d'autres Que des souyards qui m'épaulent, faut check à droite et puis à gauche S'faire la malle tant qu'il est temps, finir crackman tranquillisant J'ai la dalle, j'ai croqué d'dans, roule des gros bozes tel un afghan C'est amusant mais tu m'agaces, j'gagne sur pile et sur la face Fais-toi enculer par un ch'val, c'est le minimum syndical Doucement salope, roule un boze Prends des capotes pour ta dose, on baise des putains dans des granges On fait tout c'qui semble étrange, même s'il faut trancher des gorges J'vais pas m'baigner dans le Gange, comme un putain de rasta blanc Oh, putain de rasta gwer Ma, ma pute se rase à blanc, la tienne a l'poil de ta mère Eh, redescends sur terre, salope, détends-toi les nerfs Une clope, une feuille, un bout de terre, ça f'ra amplement l'affaire Salope assieds-toi et roule un boze Doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi, doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi, doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi, doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi, doucement salope et roule un boze Qui c'est ce babtou de merde qui pensait faire face à Bifbif ? Dégage de ma scène, c'est moi qui suis v'nu prendre le biff Et c'est marqué sur le disque, j't'encule de manière agressive Gros t'as pas l'air en état, moi j'ai du boze adéquat J'suis pas vraiment à l'écoute alors encore moins avec toi, ah ! Prends, prends un bloc et puis tu l'crames, prends des notes et tu cavales Vive le business pas légal, faut pas s'faire pister par des armes J'suis l'maître incontesté, j'peux inverser la vapeur J'suis très très contesté ça prouve très bien qu'j'suis un rappeur Donc des rapports, j'en ai plein, j'en ai plus que la doyenne J'ai même baisé la moyenne, inverse, assieds-toi et reste humble J'vais même finir le Kream Ball P'tite salope ! Faut bien partir de l'immeuble, faut bien ouvrir ta grosse gueule Ton mange-merde tu le claques, toute ta vie t'es une arnaque T'es à deux doigts que j'te doigte, que j'te dérouille J'suis à bout d'souffle Salope assieds-toi Doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi, doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi, doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi, doucement salope et roule un boze Doucement, doucement, assieds-toi p'tite salope (p'tite salope) et roule un boze Doucement salope assieds-toi Personne ne prie pour moi Ça a été mon jour à moi Yeaaaah

climax

You said no interest (Tsh-tsh-ah) Said you found a better climax (Tsh-tsh-ah) You said he's swagged out (Tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (Tsh-tsh-tsh) It's like a shot to the back (Tsh-tsh-ah) Through the nose of a barrel (Tsh-tsh-tsh) For you don't want to go (Tsh-tsh) But leave, like it's nothing (Tsh-tsh-ah) You said no interest, said you found a better climax You said he's swagged out, you leave It's like a shot to the back Through the nose of a barrel For you don't want to go But leave, like it's nothing (We got London On Da Track) I just be watching my words (Words) You say whatever the fuck (Fuck) I think I take what I get (Get) And say whatever they love (Love) This might hurt for days Now I can't find my way (Aye) Sike, know I'm just playin' Onto the next like I'm okay Ayy, this a pimpin' can't you tell? (Tell) She like, "No I can't what the hell?" (Hell) I done put little baby in a spell Came out new hair, new nails She take my heart then drive back One, two, three, four, five, damn (Yeah) Deletin' pictures on the 'Gram You forgot who I am From the frontseats to the nosebleeds That's for actin' like you don't know me Damn, my new bitch, she a trophy And she love me for the old me Yeah, the cold me, yeah, the old me (Old me, yeah) She the homie, cop her a rollie (Rollie, yeah, yeah) You said no interest (Tsh-tsh-ah) Said you found a better climax (Sh-tsh-ah) You said he's swagged out (Tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (Tsh-tsh-tsh) It's like a shot to the back (Tsh-tsh-ah) Through the nose of a barrel (Tsh-tsh-tsh) For you don't want to go (Tsh-tsh) But leave, like it's nothing (Tsh-tsh-ah) Hu-uh, hu-uh, she r-i-i-ide She wanna ride, ooh-oh-oh My shawty better than that Can't complain about nothin' (Can't complain about nothin'!) How the fuck am I ever gon' go turn myself in? Gotta stack up on the Seroquel Bitch it's pimpin' can't you tell? (Yeah) This is pimpin', can't you tell? (Yeah) This shit look fishy, I don't wanna see Emergency, I'm tryna go to sleep Money cut down a load of trees Sauvage Dior, this ain't no Creed My dog got a deal, he back on the street This bitch is so real, she as bad as can be I had bitches around they was backstabbing me I went straight to the racks like a hemi in me Good energy, I invest in my queen I can ride on this hoe like a new 12 speed My bitch, bad, tragedy Bitch, bad, tragedy You said no interest (Tsh-tsh-ah) Said you found a better climax (Tsh-tsh-ah) You said he's swagged out (Tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (Tsh-tsh-tsh) It's like a shot to the back (Tsh-tsh-ah) Through the nose of a barrel (Tsh-tsh-tsh) For you don't want to go (Tsh-tsh) But leave, like it's nothing (Tsh-tsh-ah) You said no interest (Tsh-tsh-ah) Said you found a better climax (Tsh-tsh-ah) You said he's swagged out (Tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (Tsh-tsh-tsh) It's like a shot to the back (Tsh-tsh-ah) Through the nose of a barrel (Tsh-tsh-tsh) For you don't want to go (Tsh-tsh) But leave, like it's nothing I'm in London, got my beat from London

capitol

Yeah, yeah (The Innovatorz) It's a little brighter in here than usual Gon' have to smoke a lil' extra, L This Jet Life, don't scrub, you blot that Flow rugs in the Porsche, I'm out front and got my top back Label me a author, forefounder of lifestyle rap Watching these niggas borrow game Not acknowledging where they got that Though I fall back, let 'em run with that Consider those my rebel kids Clashing with they father figure When they know they wan' be just like him Where might I have been without my pen To scribble about what I done with 'em Girls that I took home last night, Chevys I sat on top them rims I'm good in front of that camera lens, weed smoke when my video spins At her house, rolling up in her boy shorts, my mafia bitch Plotting up, I'm counting up, going for it cause I go and get it So you liable to see her with me, my pockets fat, my tires skinny Loud pack, got a louder engine, 80 large, all Benjamins Vacationing, two nights spending, I ain't tripping Fool I know how to get that back, homie my triple O showed me that Same thing showed my how to roll them Zags L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV And my reputation precedes me They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it I do it like I'm, L And my reputation precedes me, they already know I keep it capital G apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV 2 Chainz! Yeah! You know I do it like I'm doing it for do Watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like two watches My reputation, detonation on destination I separated, elevated: get salutation I'm seldom seen in forest green, foreign machine Dirty South but the engine clean and that pussy clean Criminal thing, a criminal mind I got a pocket full of dead presidents, I'ma bring them alive Riding shotgun, with that K on the side Bitches that I'm done with, let 'em lay on the side Clock on your mind, I'm ahead of your time Hublot transform like Optimus Prime Diamonds on, diamonds off, shawty ass kinda soft Tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on Rick Ross, whoop! I'm fantasizing a tantalizing experience Bitches like photography, I just take a pick L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV And my reputation precedes me They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it I do it like I'm, L I'm up in this, 442 on them Budnik rims Somewhat a pimp, all them gangsta bitches fuck with him Bring ducketts in When records wasn't really bumping, they was in love with him To see him balling is like drugs to them Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in Ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper I'm all that, but I'm stingy, you ain't write nan' one of these raps And love, I'm so serious, you might get high from hearin' it Get stupid fly at any event, spray some Ozium in that vent Bring them hoes and tell them shake that shit, send my jail niggas flicks We live it, she love it, in the kitchen, in the oven mitt It's Jet Life over e'ry bitch And e'ry bitch ass nigga breaking they back, tryna take care of them We get high, we laugh at them I swear ain't no comparin' them to no nigga in my area This Jet Life, no play time, we cut them hoes, you carry them L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV And my reputation precedes me They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D Going hard, making it look easy Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it I do it like I'm, L Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in Ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in She ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper I'm all that, but I'm stingy, you ain't write nan' one of these raps And love, I'm so serious, you might get high from hearin' it Yeah

ill mind of hopsin 7

It's us, find power Live life, mind power It's us, find power Live life, mind power Yo, fuck anybody I might alarm Life is a tour, I sit and ride along Takin' some notes and then I write the songs I’m starin' down the road my life has gone Is this where I belong? Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong? My mental state is fuckin' me up, and I cried a pond While asking you for some answers But we don’t have that type of bond That my desires gone with the way that I’ve been livin' lately If I died right now, you’d turn the fire on Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sell-out 'Cause I hopped to Christianity so strongly, then I fell out Now I’m avoidin' questions like a scared dog with his tail down Feelin' so damn humiliated 'Cause they lookin' at me like I’m hellbound What story should I tell now? I’ll just expose the truth I'm so close to the fuckin' edge, I should be close to you But who the fuck are you? You never showed the proof And I’m only fuckin' human, yo, what am I supposed to do?! There’s way too many different religions with vivid descriptions Beggin' all fuckin' men and women to listen I can’t even beat my dick without gettin' convicted These ain’t wicked decisions, I got different intentions I've been itchin' to get it, I’ve been given assistance But the whole fuckin' system is twisted Now I’m dealin' with this backlash because Marcus isn't a Christian And I’ve been told that my sinful life is an addiction But I can’t buy it, it’s just too hard to stand beside it I need an answer, and humans can’t provide it I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it It’s truly mind-blowin', I can’t deny it Is Heaven real? Is it fake? Is it really how I fantasize it? Where’s the Holy Ghost at? How long’s it take a man to find it? My mind’s a nonstop tape playin' and I can’t rewind it You gave me the Bible and expect me not to analyze it?! I’m frustrated and you provoked it I’m not readin' that motherfuckin' book, because a human wrote it I have a fuckin' brain, you should know it You gave it to me to think, to avoid every useless moment It was a mission that I had to abort 'Cause humans be lyin', we're such an inaccurate source It’s gon’ be hard to put me back on the course Next Jehovah’s Witness to come on my porch I swear I’m slammin’ the door A lot of folks believe it though, but I’m not surprised Humans are fuckin' dumb, still thinkin' that Pac’s alive I ain’t tryin' to take your legacy and torch it down I’m just sayin', I ain’t heard shit from the horse’s mouth Just sheep always tellin' stories of older guys Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized Now I’m supposed to bow my head and close my eyes And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise? Sounds like a fuckin' Poltergeist! Show yourself, and then boom, it's done Every rumor’s gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you’re the One I’ll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun And all my old habits can hop on top of a roof to plunge I’ll donate to a charity that could use the funds Fuck the club; instead of bitches, I’d hang with a group of nuns And everyone I ran into would know what I came to do I wouldn't take a step unless it was in the name of you I hate the fact that I have to believe You haven’t been chattin' with me like you did Adam and Eve And I ain’t seen no fuckin' talkin' snake unravel from trees With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me I don’t know if you do or don’t exist It's drivin' me crazy, send your condolences This is me reachin' to you, so don’t forget If Hell is truly your pit of fire and I get thrown in it I’ma probably regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit My gut feelin' says it’s all fake I hate to say it, but fuck it, shit, I done lost faith This isn’t a small phase, my perspective’s all changed My thoughts just keep pickin' shit apart all day And in my mind I make perfect sense If you aren’t real, then all my prayers aren’t worth a cent That would mean that I could just make up what my purpose is And I could sit in church and say “fuck” in the services Man, what if Jesus was a facade? Then that would mean the government’s God I feel like they’ve been brainwashin' us with a lot So much that we don’t even notice that we’re stuck in a box Man, everything is “what if?” — why is it always “what if?” Planet Earth “what if?”, the Universe “what if?” My sacrifice “what if?!”, my afterlife “what if?!” Every fuckin' thing that deals with you is fuckin' suspect I’m fuckin' done! I’m fuckin' done! This is my fuckin' life and I’m livin' it, I’m havin' fun If you really care for me Prove that I need to live carefully! But I’ll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside For an afterlife that isn’t even guaranteed We are you, and you’re us — stop playin' games! My life’s all I got, and Heaven is all in my brain And when I feel I'm in Hell, my ideas are what get me through pain Do as you please, and I’ll just do me I’m a human, I’ll stay in my lane; Ill mind It's us, find power Live life, mind power It's us, find power Live life, mind power

angel

Look well hey girl I'm Kyle I'm glad that you asked I know that you know that we know you bad I mean duh, hit you up been waiting for months But your light skinned ass never texted me back But yea it's good tho, no really it's good it's fine There's really no point of me trying, you do this shit every time Why don't you make me your main course instead of a fuckin' side I'm a steak bitch, I'm not some fuckin' fries Ain't no doubt about it, I'm loving your body baby And you know that you got it, so it doesn't matter what they say Ain't no doubt about it, man I gotta make her my lady Cuz when I see you drop it, baby was ridin' Mercedes Later on (I'm calling out yo name) Baby doll (And I'm pouring out my pain) All alone (Now why would I complain) When I have an angel Later on (I'm calling out yo name) Baby doll (And I'm pouring out my pain) All alone (Now why would I complain) When I have an angel Okay c'mon, really what's wrong You're like the underlying topic of like 10 of my songs And that's damn near an album You should be at least a little happy that the happy rapper cares enough to write these songs about you Seriously, I just don't do this shit for anyone You can be with any dude, but them niggas ain't any fun So what's the point of that, stop being an asshole I wrote this song about you but I can take it back tho Ain't no doubt about it, I'm loving your body baby And you know that you got it, so it doesn't matter what they say Ain't no doubt about it, man I gotta make her my lady Cuz when I see you drop it, baby was ridin' Mercedes Later on (I'm calling out yo name) Baby doll (And I'm pouring out my pain) All alone (Now why would I complain) When I have an angel Later on (I'm calling out yo name) Baby doll (And I'm pouring out my pain) All alone (Now why would I complain) When I have an angel I know your halo kinda heavy baby C'mon let me know when your ready baby I know your halo kinda heavy baby C'mon let me know when your ready baby Later on (I'm calling out yo name) Baby doll (And I'm pouring out my pain) All alone (Now why would I complain) When I have an angel Later on (I'm calling out yo name) Baby doll (And I'm pouring out my pain) All alone (Now why would I complain) When I have an angel

i cook

G5Kid I swag (Swag), I cook (Swag), I swag (Swag), I cook (Chef) I swag (Swag), I cook (Swag), I swag (Swag), I cook (Swag) I chef (Chef), I chef (Chef), I chef (Chef), I chef (Chef) I chef (Swag), I chef (Knife), I chef (Cut), I chef (Swag) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Chef) I cook (Chef), I cook (Chef), I chef (Knife), I chef (Knife) I cook (Knife), I cook (Swag), I chef (Knife), I chef Swag, swag (Woo, woo), swag Ask all the girls and they know that's what's up (Swag) Word around town that your girl likes to cook (Ayy) Swagged up rich and I looks that good (Swag) Megan Good looks like my last girlfriend Yeah, she cook good, master chef chop (Swag) Thirty on my dick 'cause I look like Ben Baller (Woo) When I walk in all the girls get quiet (Swag) Shh, don't take no pictures, take no pictures, no pictures, no pictures (Swag) Damn I'm magic (Swag) I'm like a genie (Swag) Pay a couple dollars and watch the movie in 3D (Swag) Girl off the juice and she's cussing like a sailor (Swag) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Damn), I swag (Damn) I cook (Swag), I cook (Chef), I cook (Chef), I cook (Knife) I cook (Knife), I cook (Swag), I cook (Pot), I cook (Knife) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag) I swag (Cut), I swag (Knife), I swag (Pot), I swag (Chef) I cook (Pot), I chef (Pot), I chop (Knife), I cook (Knife) I cook (Chef), I chef (Chef), I chop (Pot), I cook (Knife) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag) I swag (Cut), I swag (Knife), I swag (Pot), I swag (Chef) I cook (Pot), I chef (Pot), I chop (Knife), I cook (Knife) I cook (Chef), I chef (Chef), I chop (Pot), I cook (Knife) Wanna have a show? (Swag) That's 30 stacks (Damn) Watch a master chef I put the cooking on the map (Woo) Damn, she looking fine and she knowing where it's at (Swag) Make her drop her ass, I bet she bring it right back (Swag) Damn senorita (Swag), mucho dinero (Swag) 100 thousand dollar car sitting by the stairs ho (Swag) Damn, I look like I made a million off cocaine (Woo) Shh, don't tell nobody, don't tell nobody Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag Damn, I'm booming, I'm on 6's (Swag) Bitch, I look like the president, take a picture (Chef) Young BasedGod ask 'em all what they think (Chef) I cook (Swag), I cook (Swag), I cook (Knife), I cook (Swag) I cook (Swag), I cook (Swag), I cook (Swag), I cook (Swag) I cook (Chef), I cook (Chef), I cook (Chef), I cook (Chef) I cook (Knife), I cook (Knife), I cook (Knife), I cook (Knife) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Cut) I cook (Knife), I chef (Knife), I swag (Swag), I swag (Knife) I cook (Swag), I chef (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag) I chef (Woo), I swag (Woo), I chef (Woo), I swag (Swag) I chef (Swag), I swag (Swag), I chef (Swag), I swag (Knife) I swag (Knife), I swag (Knife), I swag (Knife), I swag (Knife) I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Swag), I swag (Knife) Knife (Knife) Swag, knife, pots (Pots) Chef, swag, chef, swag (Knife, knife, knife) Chef, chef, pots, knife, chef, swag, knife, swag, swag Swag, knife, swag, swag, swag, chef, swag, knife I chef (Pot), I knife (Pot), I swag (Chef), I swag (Knife) I knife (Knife), I swag (Pot), I knife (Chef), I swag (Knife) I chef (Knife), I knife (Knife), I chef (Knife), I cook (Knife) I cook (Chef), I chef (Swag), I knife (Knife), I cook (Swag)

switch up

Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it I look up, I say I think it's time to kill it Bitch I'm sexy as fuck, you ain't even gotta tell me I ride around to Pac, I fuck my girl to R. Kelly I tell her make me a sandwich, no PP & Jelly She look back like "Goddamn, what you think this? A deli?" I'm screaming "Hell yeah trick, Hell yeah ho" That shit make her love me more, and she know I love her too She know I been to hell and through, I need what Reverends do Power of the revenue got me a 2 to 10 and a 10 to 2 I gotta shine boy I be a star, on fire that's a meteor So I'm either or on TV with a Rita Ora set your DVR Stacking money face to face what that mean CPR Everyday the day date, gangbang major pain D-Town I ride around me and my dog like Charlie Brown Just trying to get that white money you know, countin' cake and KK's On a day to day base, then vacay for eight days You know muthafuck taking a vacation Put palm trees up in my house and have a stay-cation Getting paid while I'm chilling that's a paid-cation Full glass of champagne, Oh no, you can't taste it I seen cars (switch up) Seen Hoes (switch up) Seen Money all switch up When the days get dimmer Who gone leave you there and who gon leave with ya This is for the ones that's always riding with ya ain't switched I ain't switch up naw naw I ain't switched up Same me naw naw I ain't Switch up Same team naw naw I ain't switched up I think it's time to kill it Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it I said I think its time to kill it Bought a Cadillac, now I’m Cadillac Com She ride alright, when I'm riding right, Put Cadillac on that lawn Might even let her meet Ye, might even let her meet Sean Might even let her meet Push, she never meet my Mom Chi Town is my town, I ride around like I'm lying down Southside my eyes down, I'm the shit y'all fly around(Oww) I’m in my mode today, sayin what the fuck I’m ‘posed to say Moving making money, got them trashbags back Smoke Chibahs with leaders, Pussy sweet and I'll eat her Got strippers and divas, plus some cougars and cheetahs Oh you with GOOD, put me on like Bonita I said ease up, ease up, ease up Ain’t nobody fucking with my clique And all these bad bitches man, they want the.. (dick).. (they do) All I care bouts my crew, my family and women Except these women that’s hoing, and these hoes that be stealing Trying to get them a cut, that’s how you end up with stitches I tell a bitch quit playing, and play ya position Either move or get devoured, fuck a coward I be fresher than these motherfuckers head to toe If I rocked Eddie Bauer, but I dont Aura Gold, everything I do I do it overboard Michael Phelps splash, Smile for the polaroid, self-employed Now you shelf employed, D-Boy Never sold, but I still got more lines than corduroy And I'm with the same crew til I'm an old man Cause there no such thing as new old friends I seen cars (switch up) Seen Hoes (switch up) Seen Money all switch up When the days get dimmer Who gone leave you there and who gon leave with ya This is for the ones that's always riding with ya ain't switched I ain't switch up naw naw I ain't switched up Same me naw naw I ain't Switch up Same team naw naw I ain't switched up I think it's time to kill it Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it I said I think its time to kill it Rollin' with the same team I ain't switched shit Rollin' with the same team I ain't switched shit I'm with the same OGs The same old team,and you know my team Ain't switched

white man

I'm a simple man With a simple name From this soil, my people came In this soil remain Oh yeah Oh yeah And we made us our shoes And we trod soft on the land But the immigrant built roads On our blood and sand Oh yeah White man, white man Don't you see the light behind your blackened skies White man, white man You took away sight to blind my simple eyes White man, white man Where you gonna hide from the hell you've made? Oh, the red man knows war With his hands and his knives On the Bible you swore Fought your battle with lies Oh yeah Leave my body in shame Leave my soul in disgrace But by every God's name Say your prayers for your race White man, white man Our country was green and all our rivers wide White man, white man You came with a gun and soon our children died White man, white man Don't you give a light for the blood you've shed? White man, white man (oh) White man White man, white man (ooh, white man) Fought your battle with lies White man, white man (on and on, on and on) Still lies White man, white man (look around you) Take a look around Ev'ry skin and bone (Yeah, I'll getcha, I'll getcha, yeah) What is left of your dream? Just the words on your stone A man who learned how to teach Then forgot how to learn Oh yeah...

the hard thing about hard things chapter 1

The contest for this book has ended, but check out the book contest homepage to see what books you can win this week! This here is all about My wife, my kids, the life that I live Through the night, I was his, it was right, but I did My ups, and downs, my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls. —DMX, “WHO WE BE”FROM COMMUNIST TO VENTURE CAPITALIST The other day I threw a big barbecue at my house and invited a hundred of my closest friends. These types of gatherings aren’t unusual. My brother-in-law, Cartheu, and I have been barbecuing for years, and my skills have earned me the nickname from my African American friends “the Jackie Robinson of Barbecue.” I crossed the color line. At this particular barbecue, the conversation turned to the great rapper Nas. My friend Tristan Walker, a young African American entrepreneur, commented proudly that Nas was from his home project, Queensbridge, New York—one of the largest public housing projects in the United States. My seventy-three-year-old Jewish father interjected, “I’ve been to Queensbridge.” Convinced that there was no way that my old, white father had been to Queensbridge, Tristan said, “You must mean Queens. Queensbridge is actually a housing project in an extremely rough neighborhood.” My father insisted: No, it was Queensbridge. I pointed out to Tristan that my father grew up in Queens, so he couldn’t possibly be confused. Then I asked, “Dad, what were you doing in Queensbridge?” He replied, “I was passing out communist literature when I was eleven years old. I remember it well, because my mother got very upset that the Communist Party sent me into the projects. She thought it was too dangerous for a little kid.” My grandparents were actually card-carrying Communists. As an active member in the Communist Party, my grandfather Phil Horowitz lost his job as a schoolteacher during the McCarthy era. My father was a red-diaper baby and grew up indoctrinated in the philosophy of the left. In 1968, he moved our family west to Berkeley, California, and became editor of the famed New Left magazine Ramparts. As a result, I grew up in the city affectionately known by its inhabitants as the People’s Republic of Berkeley. As a young child, I was incredibly shy and terrified of adults. When my mother dropped me off at nursery school for the first time, I began to cry. The teacher told my mother to just leave, while reassuring her that crying was common among nursery school children. But when Elissa Horowitz returned three hours later, she found me soaking wet and still crying. The teacher explained that I hadn’t stopped, and now my clothes were drenched as a result. I got kicked out of nursery school that day. If my mother hadn’t been the most patient person in the world, I might never have gone to school. When everybody around her recommended psychiatric treatment, she was patient, willing to wait until I got comfortable with the world, no matter how long it took. When I was five years old, we moved from a one-bedroom house on Glen Avenue, which had become far too small for a six-person family, to a larger one on Bonita Avenue. Bonita was middle-class Berkeley, which means something a bit different from what one finds in most middle-class neighborhoods. The block was a collection of hippies, crazy people, lower-class people working hard to move up, and upper-class people taking enough drugs to move down. One day, one of my older brother Jonathan’s friends, Roger (not his real name), was over at our house. Roger pointed to an African American kid down the block who was riding in a red wagon. Roger dared me: “Go down the street, tell that kid to give you his wagon, and if he says anything, spit in his face and call him a nigger.” A few things require clarification here. First, we were in Berkeley, so that was not common language. In fact, I had never heard the word nigger before and didn’t know what it meant, though I guessed it wasn’t a compliment. Second, Roger wasn’t racist and he wasn’t raised in a bad home. His father was a Berkeley professor and both his parents were some of the nicest people in the world, but we later found out that Roger suffered from schizophrenia, and his dark side wanted to see a fight. Roger’s command put me in a difficult situation. I was terrified of Roger. I thought that he would surely give me a severe beating if I didn’t follow his instructions. On the other hand, I was terrified of asking for the wagon. Hell, I was terrified of everything. I was much too scared of Roger to stay where I was, so I began walking down the block toward the other kid. The distance was probably thirty yards, but it felt like thirty miles. When I finally got there, I could barely move. I did not know what to say, so I just opened my mouth and started talking. “Can I ride in your wagon?” is what came out. Joel Clark Jr. said, “Sure.” When I turned to see what Roger would do, he was gone. Apparently, his light side had taken over and he’d moved on to something else. Joel and I went on to play all day that day, and we’ve been best friends ever since. Eighteen years later, he would be the best man at my wedding. Until now, I’ve never told that story to anyone, but it shaped my life. It taught me that being scared didn’t mean I was gutless. What I did mattered and would determine whether I would be a hero or a coward. I have often thought back on that day, realizing that if I’d done what Roger had told me to do, I would have never met my best friend. That experience also taught me not to judge things by their surfaces. Until you make the effort to get to know someone or something, you don’t know anything. There are no shortcuts to knowledge, especially knowledge gained from personal experience. Following conventional wisdom and relying on shortcuts can be worse than knowing nothing at all. TURN YOUR SHIT IN Over the years, I worked hard to avoid being influenced by first impressions and blindly adhering to convention. Growing up in Berkeley as an excellent student in a town that frowned upon football as being too militaristic, I wasn’t expected to join the Berkeley High School football team, but that’s what I did. This was a big step for me. I had not played in any of the peewee football leagues, so it was my first exposure to the sport. Nonetheless, those earlier lessons in dealing with fear helped me tremendously. In high school football, being able to handle fear is 75 percent of the game. I will never forget the first team meeting with head coach Chico Mendoza. Coach Mendoza was a tough old guy who had played college football at Texas Christian University, home of the mighty Horned Frogs. Coach Mendoza began his opening speech, “Some of you guys will come out here and you just won’t be serious. You’ll get here and start shooting the shit, talking shit, bullshittin’, not doing shit, and just want to look good in your football shit. If you do that, then you know what? Turn your shit in.” He went on to elaborate on what was unacceptable: “Come late to practice? Turn your shit in. Don’t want to hit? Turn your shit in. Walk on the grass? Turn your shit in. Call me Chico? Turn your shit in.” It was the most intense, hilarious, poetic speech I’d ever heard. I loved it. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my mother. She was horrified, but I still loved it. In retrospect, it was my first lesson in leadership. Former secretary of state Colin Powell says that leadership is the ability to get someone to follow you even if only out of curiosity. I was certainly curious to see what Coach Mendoza would say next. I was the only kid on the football team who was also on the highest academic track in math, so my teammates and I didn’t see each other in many classes. As a result, I ended up moving in multiple social circles and hanging out with kids with very different outlooks on the world. It amazed me how a diverse perspective utterly changed the meaning of every significant event in the world. For instance, when Run-D.M.C.’s Hard Times album came out, with its relentless bass drum, it sent an earthquake through the football team, but not even a ripple through my calculus class. Ronald Reagan’s Strategic Defense Initiative was considered an outrage among young scientists due to its questionable technical foundation, but those aspects went unnoticed at football practice. Looking at the world through such different prisms helped me separate facts from perception. This ability would serve me incredibly well later when I became an entrepreneur and CEO. In particularly dire circumstances when the “facts” seemed to dictate a certain outcome, I learned to look for alternative narratives and explanations coming from radically different perspectives to inform my outlook. The simple existence of an alternate, plausible scenario is often all that’s needed to keep hope alive among a worried workforce. BLIND DATE In the summer of 1986, I had finished my sophomore year of college at Columbia University, and I was staying with my father, who was now living in Los Angeles. I had been set up on a blind date by my friend and high school football teammate Claude Shaw. Claude and I got ready for the double date with his girlfriend, Jackie Williams, and my date, Felicia Wiley, by preparing an elaborate dinner. We meticulously planned and cooked all day and had the entire meal, including four perfectly presented T-bone steaks, ready at 7 p.m.—date time. But there were no dates. An hour passed, but we didn’t get too worked up. Jackie was known for her tardiness, so no worries. Then two hours passed, and Claude called for a status check. I listened in shock as I looked over the now-cold gourmet meal that we’d prepared. My date, Felicia, had decided that she was “too tired” to show up for the date. Wow. How obnoxious! I told Claude to hand me the phone. I introduced myself: “Hi, this is Ben, your blind date.” Felicia: “I am sorry, but I am tired and it is late.” Me: “Well, it is late, because you are late.” Felicia: “I know, but I am just too tired to come over.” At this point I decided to appeal to her sense of empathy. Me: “Well, I understand your predicament, but the time to communicate this message would have been before we spent all day cooking dinner. At this point, anything short of getting into your car and driving here immediately would be rude and leave a permanently poor impression.” If she was totally self-centered (as she appeared to be), my plea would have no effect, and I would be better off missing the date. On the other hand, if she didn’t want to go out like that, then there might be something there. Felicia: “Okay, I’ll come over.” Ninety minutes later she arrived wearing white shorts and looking as pretty as can be. In all my focus and anticipation about the date, I had completely forgotten about the fistfight I’d been in the day before. During a pickup basketball game in the San Fernando Valley, a six-foot-two-inch, crew-cut-sporting, camouflage-pants- wearing, fraternity-boy-looking player threw the ball at my brother. Jonathan was a musician, had long hair, and probably weighed about 155 pounds at the time. On the other hand, I was used to football and fighting and was ready for action. I judged the situation on my first impression, and I rushed the frat boy. A scuffle ensued. I landed some good punches but caught a right hook under my left eye, leaving a bit of a mark. It’s possible that my target player was simply mad about a hard foul rather than trying to bully my brother, but that’s the price of not taking the time to understand. I will never know. Whatever the case, when I opened the door to greet our dates, Felicia’s award-winning green eyes immediately fixed on the welt under my eye. Her first impression (told to me years later): “This guy is a thug. Coming here was a big mistake.” Fortunately, neither of us relied on our first impressions. We have been happily married for nearly twenty-five years and have three wonderful children. SILICON VALLEY During one summer in college, I got a job as an engineer at a company called Silicon Graphics (SGI). The experience blew my mind. The company invented modern computer graphics and powered a whole new class set of applications ranging from the movie Terminator 2 to amazing flight simulators. Everybody there was so smart. The things they built were so cool. I wanted to work for Silicon Graphics for the rest of my life. After graduating from college and graduate school in computer science, I went back to work for SGI. Being there was a dream come true and I loved it. After my first year at SGI, I met a former head of marketing for the company, Roselie Buonauro, who had a new startup. Roselie had heard about me from her daughter, who also worked with me at SGI. Roselie recruited me hard. Eventually, she got me and I went to work for her at NetLabs. Joining NetLabs turned out to be a horrible decision for me. The company was run by Andre Schwager, a former Hewlett-Packard executive, and more important, Roselie’s husband. Andre and Roselie had been brought in by the venture capitalists as the “professional management team.” Unfortunately, they understood very little about the products or the technology, and they sent the company off in one crazy direction after the next. This was the first time that I started to understand the importance of founders running their companies. To make matters more complicated, my second daughter, Mariah, had been diagnosed with autism, which made working at a startup a terrible burden for our family, as I needed to spend more time at home. One very hot day my father came over for a visit. We could not afford air-conditioning, and all three children were crying as my father and I sat there sweating in the 105-degree heat. My father turned to me and said, “Son, do you know what’s cheap?” Since I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, I replied, “No, what?” “Flowers. Flowers are really cheap. But do you know what’s expensive?” he asked. Again, I replied, “No, what?” He said, “Divorce.” Something about that joke, which was not really a joke, made me realize that I had run out of time. Up until that point, I had not really made any serious choices. I felt like I had unlimited bandwidth and could do everything in life that I wanted to do simultaneously. But his joke made it suddenly clear that by continuing on the course I was on, I might lose my family. By doing everything, I would fail at the most important thing. It was the first time that I forced myself to look at the world through priorities that were not purely my own. I thought that I could pursue my career, all my interests, and build my family. More important, I always thought about myself first. When you are part of a family or part of a group, that kind of thinking can get you into trouble, and I was in deep trouble. In my mind, I was confident that I was a good person and not selfish, but my actions said otherwise. I had to stop being a boy and become a man. I had to put first things first. I had to consider the people who I cared about most before considering myself. I decided to quit NetLabs the next day. I found a job at Lotus Development that would allow me to get my home life straightened out. I stopped thinking about myself and focused on what was best for my family. I started being the person that I wanted to be. NETSCAPE One day while working at Lotus, one of my coworkers showed me a new product called Mosaic, which was developed by some students at the University of Illinois. Mosaic was essentially a graphical interface to the Internet—a technology formerly only used by scientists and researchers. It amazed me. It was so obviously the future, and I was so obviously wasting my time working on anything but the Internet. Several months later, I read about a company called Netscape, which had been cofounded by former Silicon Graphics founder Jim Clark and Mosaic inventor Marc Andreessen. I instantly decided that I should interview for a job there. I called a friend who worked at Netscape and asked if he could get me an interview with the company. He obliged and I was on my way. During the first interviews, I met everyone on the product management team. I thought the meetings went well, but when I arrived home that evening Felicia was in tears. The Netscape recruiter had called me to give me some tips, and Felicia had answered. (This was before the days of pervasive cell phones.) The recruiter informed her that it would be unlikely I’d get the job, because the group was looking for candidates with Stanford or Harvard MBAs. Felicia suggested that maybe I could go back to school. Given that we had three children, she knew this was unrealistic, hence the tears. I explained that recruiters were not hiring managers, and that they might consider me despite my lack of proper business schooling. The next day the hiring manager called back to let me know that they wanted me to interview with cofounder and Chief Technical Officer Marc Andreessen. He was twenty-two years old at the time. In retrospect, it’s easy to think both the Web browser and the Internet were inevitable, but without Marc’s work, it is likely that we would be living in a very different world. At the time most people believed only scientists and researchers would use the Internet. The Internet was thought to be too arcane, insecure, and slow to meet real business needs. Even after the introduction of Mosaic, the world’s first browser, almost nobody thought the Internet would be significant beyond the scientific community—least of all the most important technology industry leaders, who were busy building proprietary alternatives. The overwhelming favorites to dominate the race to become the so-called Information Superhighway were competing proprietary technologies from industry powerhouses such as Oracle and Micro- soft. Their stories captured the imagination of the business press. This was not so illogical, since most companies didn’t even run TCP/IP (the software foundation for the Internet)—they ran proprietary net- working protocols such as AppleTalk, NetBIOS, and SNA. As late as November 1995, Bill Gates wrote a book titled The Road Ahead, in which he predicted that the Information Superhighway—a network connecting all businesses and consumers in a world of frictionless commerce—would be the logical successor to the Internet and would rule the future. Gates later went back and changed references from the Information Superhighway to the Internet, but that was not his original vision. The implications of this proprietary vision were not good for business or for consumers. In the minds of visionaries like Bill Gates and Larry Ellison, the corporations that owned the Information Superhigh- way would tax every transaction by charging a “vigorish,” as Microsoft’s then–chief technology officer, Nathan Myhrvold, referred to it. It’s difficult to overstate the momentum that the proprietary Information Superhighway carried. After Mosaic, even Marc and his cofounder, Jim Clark, originally planned a business for video distribution to run on top of the proprietary Information Superhighway, not the Internet. It wasn’t until deep into the planning process that they decided that by improving the browser to make it secure, more functional, and easier to use, they could make the Internet the network of the future. And that became the mission of Netscape—a mission that they would gloriously accomplish. Interviewing with Marc was like no other job interview I’d ever had. Gone were questions about my résumé, my career progression, and my work habits. He replaced them with a dizzying inquiry into the history of email, collaboration software, and what the future might hold. I was an expert in the topic, because I’d spent the last several years working on the leading products in the category, but I was shocked by how much a twenty-two-year-old kid knew about the history of the computer business. I’d met many really smart young people in my career, but never a young technology historian. Marc’s intellect and instincts took me aback, but beyond Marc’s historical knowledge, his insights about technologies such as replication were incisive and on point. After the interview, I phoned my brother and told him that I’d just interviewed with Marc Andreessen, and I thought that he might be the smartest person I’d ever met. A week later, I got the job. I was thrilled. I didn’t really care what the offer was. I knew that Marc and Netscape would change the world, and I wanted to be part of it. I could not wait to get started. Once at Netscape, I was put in charge of their Enterprise Web Server product line. The line consisted of two products: the regular Web server, which listed for $1,200, and the secure Web server (a Web server that included the then brand-new security protocol invented by Netscape called SSL, Secure Sockets Layer) for $5,000. At the time that I joined, we had two engineers working on the Web servers: Rob McCool, who had invented the NCSA Web server, and his twin brother, Mike McCool. By the time Netscape went public in August 1995, we had grown the Web server team to about nine engineers. The Netscape initial public offering (IPO) was both spectacular and historic. The stock initially priced at $14 per share, but a last-minute decision doubled the initial offering to $28 per share. It spiked to $75—nearly a record for a first-day gain—and closed at $58, giving Netscape a market value of nearly $3 billion on the day of the IPO. More than that, the IPO was an earthquake in the business world. As my friend and investment banker Frank Quattrone said at the time, “No one wanted to tell their grandchildren that they missed out on this one.” The deal changed everything. Microsoft had been in business for more than a decade before its IPO; we’d been alive for sixteen months. Companies began to get defined as “new economy” or as “old economy.” And the new economy was winning. The New York Times called the Netscape IPO “world-shaking.” But there was a crack in our armor: Microsoft announced that it would be bundling its browser, Internet Explorer, with its upcoming breakthrough operating system release, Windows 95—for free. This posed a huge problem to Netscape, because nearly all of our revenue came from browser sales, and Microsoft controlled more than 90 percent of operating systems. Our answer to investors: We would make our money on Web servers. Two months later, we got our hands on an early release of Microsoft’s upcoming Web server Internet Information Server (IIS). We deconstructed IIS and found that it had every feature that we had— including the security in our high-end product—and was five times faster. Uh-oh. I figured that we had about five months before Microsoft released IIS to solve the problem or else we would be toast. In the “old economy,” product cycles typically took eighteen months to complete, so this was an exceptionally short time frame even in the “new economy.” So I went to see our department head, Mike Homer. With the possible exception of Marc, Mike Homer was the most significant creative force behind Netscape. More important, the worse a situation became, the stronger Mike would get. During particularly brutal competitive attacks, most executives would run from the press. Mike, on the other hand, was always front and center. When Microsoft unveiled its famous “embrace and extend” strategy—a dramatic pivot to attack Netscape—Mike took every phone call, sometimes even talking to two reporters at once with a phone in each hand. He was the ultimate warrior. Mike and I spent the next several months developing a comprehensive answer to Microsoft’s threat. If they were going to give our products away, then we were going to offer a dirt-cheap, open alternative to the highly expensive and proprietary Microsoft BackOffice product line. To do so, we acquired two companies, which provided us with a competitive alternative to Microsoft Exchange. We then cut a landmark deal with the database company Informix to provide us unlimited relational database access through the Web for $50 a copy, which was literally hundreds of times less than Microsoft charged. Once we assembled the entire package, Mike named it Netscape SuiteSpot, as it would be the “suite” that displaced Microsoft’s Back-Office. We lined everything up for a major launch on March 5, 1996, in New York. Then, just two weeks before the launch, Marc, without telling Mike or me, revealed the entire strategy to the publication Computer Reseller News. I was livid. I immediately sent him a short email: To: Marc Andreessen Cc: Mike Homer From: Ben Horowitz Subject : Launch I guess we’re not going to wait until the 5th to launch the strategy. —Ben Within fifteen minutes, I received the following reply. To: Ben Horowitz Cc: Mike Homer, Jim Barksdale (CEO), Jim Clark (Chairman) From: Marc Andreessen Subject: Re: Launch Apparently you do not understand how serious the situation is. We are getting killed killed killed out there. Our current product is radically worse than the competition. We’ve had nothing to say for months. As a result, we’ve lost over $3B in market capitalization. We are now in danger of losing the entire company and it’s all server product management’s fault. Next time do the fucking interview yourself. Fuck you, Marc. I received this email the same day that Marc appeared barefoot and sitting on a throne on the cover of Time magazine. When I first saw the cover, I felt thrilled. I had never met anyone in my life who had been on the cover of Time. Then I felt sick. I brought both the magazine and the email home to Felicia to get a second opinion. I was very worried. I was twenty-nine years old, had a wife and three children, and needed my job. She looked at the email and the magazine cover and said, “You need to start looking for a job right away.” In the end, I didn’t get fired and over the next two years, SuiteSpot grew from nothing to a $400 million a year business. More shocking, Marc and I eventually became friends; we’ve been friends and business partners ever since. People often ask me how we’ve managed to work effectively across three companies over eighteen years. Most business relationships either become too tense to tolerate or not tense enough to be productive after a while. Either people challenge each other to the point where they don’t like each other or they become complacent about each other’s feedback and no longer benefit from the relationship. With Marc and me, even after eighteen years, he upsets me almost every day by finding something wrong in my thinking, and I do the same for him. It works. STARTING A COMPANY At the end of 1998 and under immense pressure from Microsoft, which used the full force of its operating system monopoly to subsidize free products in every category in which Netscape competed, we sold the company to America Online (AOL). In the short term, this was a big victory for Microsoft since it had driven its biggest threat into the arms of a far less threatening competitor. In the long term, however, Netscape inflicted irreparable damage on Microsoft’s stronghold on the computing industry: our work moved developers from Win32 API, Microsoft’s proprietary platform, to the Internet. Someone writing new functionality for computers no longer wrote for Microsoft’s proprietary platform. Instead, they wrote to the Internet and World Wide Web’s standard interfaces. Once Microsoft lost its grip on developers, it became only a matter of time before it lost its monopoly on operating systems. Along the way, Netscape invented many of the foundational technologies of the modern Internet, including JavaScript, SSL, and cookies. Once inside AOL, I was assigned to run the e-commerce platform and Marc became the chief technology officer. After a few months, it became apparent to both of us that AOL saw itself as more of a media company than a technology company. Technology enabled great new media projects, but the strategy was a media strategy and the top executive, Bob Pittman, was a genius media executive. Media companies focused on things like creating great stories whereas technology companies focused on creating a better way of doing things. We began to think about new ideas and about forming a new company. In the process, we added two other potential cofounders to the discussion. Dr. Timothy Howes was coinventor of the Lightweight Directory Access Protocol (LDAP), a masterful simplification of its byzantine X.500 predecessor. We hired Tim into Netscape in 1996 and together we successfully made LDAP the Internet directory standard. To this day, if a program is interested in information about a person, it accesses that information via LDAP. The fourth member of our team was In Sik Rhee, who had cofounded an application server company called Kiva Systems, which Netscape had acquired. He had been acting as CTO of the e-commerce division that I ran and, in particular, worked closely with the partner companies in making sure that they could handle the AOL scale. As we discussed ideas, In Sik complained that every time we tried to connect an AOL partner on the AOL e-commerce platform, the partner’s site would crash, because it couldn’t handle the traffic load. Deploying software to scale to millions of users was totally different from making it work for thousands. And it was extremely complicated. Hmm, there ought to be a company that does all that for them. As we expanded the idea, we landed on the concept of a computing cloud. The term cloud had been used previously in the telecommunications industry to describe the smart cloud that handled all the complexity of routing, billing, and the like, so that one could plug a dumb device into the smart cloud and get all the smart functionality for free. We thought the same concept was needed in computing, so that software developers wouldn’t have to worry about security, scaling, and disaster recovery. And if you are going to build a cloud, it should be big and loud, and that’s how Loudcloud was born. Interestingly, the most lasting remnant of Loudcloud is the name itself, as the word cloud hadn’t been previously used to describe a computing platform. We incorporated the company and set out to raise money. It was 1999.

when i lie remix

Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try (All they do is try) Woke up on a lonely day, she can't help but wonder why (But wonder why) I saw it on her face, she wanna make those fuckers cry (Make those fuckers cry) She ends up in a better place and time when she get high Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) Stick that needle in my eye Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times Pour that drip up in my Faygo In my city I got say-so I was just talking to Fredo Then I woke up, he was gone All my friends are really dead Still hear their voices in my head These days, it's hard to sleep alone I beg my baby please don't go Please don't go I can handle my rivals, but can't fight these demons alone Please don't go All these fakes, all these snakes in the grass, gotta keep it cut low Keep the circle small, stand tall through it all Praying I don't fall, know they'd rather see me long gone Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind Stick that needle in my eye When I lie Cuts me when I lie When I lie

cant stop me

(Jadakiss) Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe (Gets even better) Baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe, baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! Ummm hmmm yes I does that Stays hot I ain't gotta get my buzz back What everybody tryin to be now I was that They could never stop me, that's why I love rap Been livin the life, crazy ice Hit the baddest chicks in the world, maybe twice The swag, the gear, the bread All the whips is a year ahead I only fear the feds Forty five on the other side of the peep hole Head shot from point blank call it a free throw Funny cause I had the +Vision+ since Coleco Back then, still ain't reach my peak though Louis loafers, Polo peak coat Call me, whenever the bosses meet yo Uh, I drove papi crazy So the industry never 'gon stop me baby (Ayanna Irish) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) Yo! I'm a call it confidence cause I ain't cocky I just know one thing they can't stop me Whether I'm on 5th or L.A. at the swap meet It's all good cause I know the gangstas got me First things first the jars are broccoli I treat the rap game like a large monopoly One on one, niggas can't guard me properly And when they double team me the odds are sloppy I move like them eighty milograms of oxy Send your sister back to your family knock kneed Got too hot for the grams who got weed? In the rap bracket he remains the top seed Revolver holds six, quick to blow three Audio heroin so you don't O.D Shooters know you, but you don't know me The block is crazy can't stop me baby, uh! (Ayanna Irish) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) Yo, once I start, I ain't 'gon stop the squeezin And the gauze ain't 'gon be able to stop the bleedinN And your girl ain't 'gon be able to stop the wheezin (nah) When she get that phone call from the doc, we even You could not stop me, so stop believin Ringtone rap, this is not the season Punch lines hard enough to stop your breathin And the ladies'll still pay a lot to see him I'm a get rich long as I got my freedom Usually when you get hit it's for a reason If you in the hood, better dodge the Ds'and Watch your Qs'and, be on your Ps' and Thank y'all all for comin out this evening Havin a good time with your liquor and treason Even if they knock me, then continue to watch me They still wouldn't be able to stop me What? (Ayanna Irish) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) Uh, uh, uh, Neo, Da Matrix! They can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) I'm too strong, too strong! Way too strong (You can't stop me babyyyy...) They can't stop me! Hahahaha! Ha-HEEH!! (Nooo..., can't stop me baby) Heheh...yep

enemy

They say pain is growth, I hear you I just wanna make it stop, all this hurt, fuck Waking up to my high, empty place (I'm all alone) Messages in my phone, telling me that you're gone Didn't even give me one chance to explain (tell me why) I guess it didn't matter at all, matter at all (yeah, I know I fucked up, baby) She was just one night, she was just one night Baby, you were my whole life, you were my whole life Wish I could go back then and undo what I've done That would be impossible, oh yeah But if you could see what my eyes can see (oh) You would see what you mean to me (oh) If you could feel the way my heart is beating You can feel my energy, you keep coming back for me, you can feel my energy I wouldn't be the enemy I don't wanna be the enemy I cannot undo what I have done (oh, what I've done) I know you don't understand, how I couldn't resist it (understand, no) Especially since I knew you were the one, girl, I knew you were the one Should have been the only one She was just one night, she was just one night Baby, you were my whole life, you were my whole life Wish I could go back then and undo what I've done That would be impossible, oh yeah (yeah, yeah) But if you could see what my eyes can see (my eyes can see, oh) You would see what you mean to me (baby, yeah, oh) If you could feel the way my heart is beating (yeah, yeah, yeah) You can feel my energy, you keep coming back for me, you can feel my energy (my energy) I guess this is the end of me (no, no, no) 'Cause this where we fall apart (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But if I fix these broken pieces of your bleeding heart (oh, oh) For us to be the enemy 'Cause I don't wanna be your enemy Do you remember when we fell in love? (Love) She was just one night, she was just one night And you were my whole life, you were my whole life But if you could see what my eyes can see (oh) You would see what you mean to me (oh) If you could feel the way my heart is beating You can feel my energy, you keep coming back for me, you can feel my energy (oh woah)

the unforgiven

New blood joins this Earth and quickly he's subdued Through constant pained disgrace, the young boy learns their rules With time the child draws in this whipping boy done wrong Deprived of all his thoughts, the young man struggles on and on He's known, ooh, a vow unto his own that never from this day His will they'll take away, yeah What I've felt, what I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be, never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt, what I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free, never me So I dub thee "Unforgiven" They dedicate their lives to running all of his He tries to please them all this bitter man he is Throughout his life the same, he's battled constantly This fight he cannot win, a tired man they see no longer cares The old man then prepares to die regretfully That old man here is me, yeah What I've felt, what I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be, never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt, what I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free, never me So I dub thee "Unforgiven" What I've felt, what I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be, never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt, what I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free, never me So I dub thee "Unforgiven," whoa Never free, never me So I dub thee "Unforgiven" You labeled me, I'll label you So I dub thee "Unforgiven" Ah, never free, never me So I dub thee "Unforgiven" You labeled me, I'll label you So I dub thee "Unforgiven" Never free, never me So I dub thee "Unforgiven"