Michael Render (born April 20, 1975), better known by his stage name Killer Mike, is an American rapper, signed to Grind Time Official through the SMC/Fontana Distribution. He made his debut on "Snappin' and Trappin'" on OutKast's 2000 LP Stankonia, and also appeared on the Grammy-winning song, "The Whole World", the single from OutKast's greatest hits album Big Boi and Dre Present...OutKast. He was featured in the movies 20 Funerals, Idlewild, and ATL.
Killer Mike released his debut album, Monster, in 2003. The album's lead single was "Akshon (Yeah!)", which featured rap group OutKast on guest vocals, and was included on the soundtrack to the 2004 version of EA Sports popular video game Madden NFL. He even made a Madden '04 remix of "Akshon (Yeah!)" for the game. The album's second single was "A.D.I.D.A.S.", featuring Big Boi and Sleepy Brown, which peaked at #60 on the Billboard Hot 100. It is Killer Mike's highest charting single to date as a lead artist. The song's title was an acronym for "All day I dream about sex". Following the release of his own material, he appeared on "Flip Flop Rock" and "Bust" on the Speakerboxx half of Speakerboxxx/The Love Below. He also appeared on "Southern Takeover" with Pastor Troy on Chamillionaire's CD The Sound of Revenge. Killer Mike appeared on the song "Never Scared" by fellow rapper Bone Crusher, also with T.I., from AttenCHUN! It peaked at #26 on the Hot 100, becoming Mike's first top 40 hit. The song was also used on the Madden NFL 04 game and even by the Atlanta Braves for their 2003 season. His second album Ghetto Extraordinary has had its release date pushed back several times due to disputes between Big Boi and Sony Records.
Bernard Freeman (born March 19, 1973) better known by his stage name Bun B, is an American rapper and was one half of the southern hip hop duo UGK (UnderGround Kingz). He is also a guest lecturer at Rice University located in Houston, Texas. He recently released his third official solo album Trill OG on August 3, 2010, which received a 5 Mic "Classic" rating in The Source Magazine - the first album in over five years to receive the honor. Bun B is married with two stepchildren.
In the late 1980s, Pimp C started the rap duo UGK. They then got signed to Jive Records where they released their major label debut album, Too Hard to Swallow, and their sophomore album, Super Tight.... Their third album, Ridin' Dirty reached the R&B Charts in 1996 peaking at number 2 and the Billboard 200 chart peaking at number 15. After releasing their fourth studio album, Dirty Money, Pimp C got sentenced to jail.
When Bun B's UGK partner, the late Chad "Pimp C" Butler entered a jail sentence on an aggravated gun assault charge in 2002, Bun B made guest appearances on numerous albums by other rappers and released a 2005 mixtape titled Legends. Singles featuring a Bun B guest appearance included "They Don't Know" by Paul Wall, "Gimme That" by Webbie and "I'm A G" by Yung Joc. Bun B also appeared in a documentary titled Screwed In Houston produced by VBS/Vice Magazine that details the history of the Houston rap scene.
The People vs. Larry Flynt is a 1996 American biographical drama film directed by Miloš Forman about the rise of pornographic magazine publisher and editor Larry Flynt, and his subsequent clash with the law. The film stars Woody Harrelson, Courtney Love, and Edward Norton.
The film was written by Scott Alexander and Larry Karaszewski. It spans about 25 years of Flynt's life from his impoverished upbringing in Kentucky to his court battle with Reverend Jerry Falwell, and is based in part on the U.S. Supreme Court case Hustler Magazine v. Falwell. The film grossed just over $20.3 million domestically with a budget of $35 million.
The film opens with a 10-year-old Larry Flynt (Cody Block) in 1953, as selling moonshine in an Appalachian region of Kentucky. The narrative then advances 20 years. Flynt (Woody Harrelson) and his younger brother, Jimmy (played by Brett Harrelson, Woody's younger brother) run a Hustler Go-Go club in Cincinnati. With profits down, Flynt decides to publish a "newsletter" for the club - the first Hustler magazine, full of nude pictures of women working at the club, in the hopes of attracting customers. The newsletter soon becomes a full-fledged magazine, but sales are weak. It's only after Hustler publishes nude pictures of former first lady Jackie Kennedy Onassis that sales take off, partially due to all the publicity surrounding the photos.
Brooke Baldwin is an American news anchor. She appears on the weekday edition of CNN Newsroom.
Brooke Baldwin was born on July 12, 1979. She attended United States Space Camp at the age of 13 and served as commander of her mission there. The week, she said, "was incredibly cool."
Baldwin graduated with a double bachelor's degree in journalism and Spanish from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. She also studied at Universidad Iberoamericana in Mexico City during her undergraduate years.
She started her career at WVIR-TV in Charlottesville, Virginia and later became the morning anchor at WOWK-TV in the Huntington and Charleston, West Virginia area. She later joined WTTG in Washington, DC as lead reporter for the 10pm newscast.
Baldwin joined CNN and HLN networks in 2008. She was a contributor on Rick's List, hosted by Rick Sanchez, from the show's inception in January 2010. When Sanchez was fired in October 2010 for making what some believed were antisemitic remarks, Baldwin filled in for him, eventually taking the time slot permanently. She now anchors CNN Newsroom from 2 to 4pm ET on weekdays. She hosts a weekly segment during her newscast hours known as #MusicMonday (named after the Twitter trend) profiling various musicians. Baldwin is the last anchor to broadcast from Atlanta on weekdays, before The Situation Room goes on air from Washington, DC.
One Bullet Leads To Another
A New American Story
Veda: Who's that?::Star: I don't know. They keep hangin' up.::Veda: Star 69 them.::Star: Excuse me, I am not a ho.
Esquire: Here come Ghetto Ghetto and her two twins.
Rashad: [chuckling] New New.::New New: What's so funny?::Rashad: What kind of name is New New, anyway?::New New: I'm New New cause I always rock the new, new shit. Thank you.::Rashad: Well, I heard you and you homegirls don't buy none of that new, new shit.::New New: Whatever.
[from trailer]::Rashad: [to his brother] You ain't gotta be a dope boy to have money.
New New: I can't even believe I'm telling you this right now. You're different, Rashad. You're special.::Rashad: Special, huh? I don't know about that.::New New: I wish you could see what I see.
Brooklyn: Why after every sentence you call me "shawty"? "Yo shawty... shawty." I'm taller than you!::Rashad: Okay, well, let me ask you this then: in New York City then why ya'll gotta say "yo, son" after every sentence? I'm not your kid, I'm not your child, why I gotta be your son?::Teddy: Money...::Rashad: B...::Brooklyn: I call you "sun," 'cause you shine like one. Ya' feel me?::Rashad: That was real sentimental. Thanks.
Antwone "Ant" Swann: What you hustlin'?::Rashad: You know better than that.
Rashad: My Pops used to always say dreamin' is the luxury of children, and that I should enjoy it. And he was right.
Teddy: Ya'll sure are. And you know something, New New...::New New: Nope.::Teddy: No, I mean. I'm sayin', when we gon' get together?::New New: Not gon' happen. Never.::Teddy: I mean, why don't you just let me finish what I gotta say?::New New: I know what you gon' ask me, Teddy, I know you. And I seen you skate.::Teddy: So?::New New: So that tells me everything I need to know about a man.::Teddy: Pssh, well, then you should know that, that I'm the quickest one out there, you know? I be pumpin' in out there, baby. I pop, pop, pop!::New New: Exactly. A quick pumper.
New New: I came over here to see if you was goin' to Big Booty Judy graduation party.
[Chorus:]
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Get low, get low or get right right
Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike
Get low get low or get right right
Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit, ya style been ran thru like a freak bitch. Da pussy club got ya angered with ya frequent. Ed hard hard ass nigga and ya sequence, might as well shop at victoria secret have em gift warp you some "I love Pink" shit. Rap due and ya'll niggas deliquent, ya better find anotha nigga to link with, cause da nigga you link with is a lie fool, I used to bully dat monkey nigga in high school. Sit at da lunch table, steal and eat his damn food. da pretty girls, dey say, Michael a damn fool. I get my work on, and get my flirt on. I say fuck em he a pussy put a skirt on em. I said fuck em he a pussy put a skirt on em.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I'm da prada, of da age of narcotta, da kings on dope like da pill you swallow. Down by law I lead don't follow. Grind time, grand hustilin for gualla. I remain in the game to break lames off, some of dem sensitive and some too soft. Da hood been forced to fuck with ya'll by default. But now da truth here da bullshit cuts off. This is real homie, no fake, no filler, 100 percent grade A killer. Somethin like da bitch that I keep in Villa Rica, but I'm a be quiet cause dey might Mike Vick ya, might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka. Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missle. Smokin one deep cause I don't fuck with cha, sincerely from da hustle and grind time official.
[T.I.:]
Let's go let's go
Grand hustle
Money on our mind and we ain't goin down sucka.
And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle, send em here got em here look at da king bankhead sucka.
[Chorus]
[T.I.:]
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike
Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick
Fuck that, next year, they more deader
And I write rhymes, more deadly and more better
Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
Some music to madness
Let the anger kill the pain and the sadness
Fuck the fag shit, keep it killer with the rap shit
Hard rock when you rock shit
Back to the block freestyle pop lock shit
Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit
Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap
Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
This is no pain, and it's high octane
A bad brain on Kobain
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Killer Mike, who's the man? Killer Mike, who's the man?
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Killer Mike, who's the man? Killer Mike, who's the man?
God damnit rappers chitter chattar on any subject matter
But really does the subject really matter
Pass the guns and blood splatter
Does anything fuckin' matter?
Pass cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off
And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics need a 'did-all'?
Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying, make a record
And I'll be glad when my music gets mad again
New school ice cube
"Fuck you Killer Mike!" yeah, fuck you too
No, this ain't yo Mama's music
It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it
Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock
Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
Spit it, venom non-stop
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hip hop hit, Killer Mike, hip hop hit, Killer Mike
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hip hop hit, Killer Mike, hip hop hit, Killer Mike
Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
NWA's gonna raise broke up
Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
I pledge allegiance to the hard core
I'll give it to you, hard, raw
Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens
Hangin' onto every word that we spit, ready to rip, rock, and tear shit
Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man
Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man
There's Black Sabbath, I'm smoking in a Zeppelin
Pumpin' Metallica, hand on my weapon
Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in
Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hard rock shit, Killer Mike, hard rock shit, Killer Mike
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hard rock shit, Killer Mike, hard rock shit, Killer Mike
Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom
Penny tried to hide in a bathroom
Homicide scream from the hand held dragon
Mental flame from the barrel claim twenty five angel, mercy
Long as the black board, splatter with his inside
Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard
Billy didn't shake, Lord, he fell silent
Died in the pantomime of cold violence
His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think
Even when he heard the sirens kept firin'
Pupils dilated, possessed and perspirin'
He grew up admirin', thirty auts and calicos
AR-Fifteen and long barreled forty four's
So on the story goes
He went out in a blaze of glory
He went out in a front page story
He went out in a front page story
My soul can't rest today
I can't bring myself to pray
I get down on my knees
'Cause you will always be six feet under me
My soul can't rest today
And I can't bring myself to pray
I get down on my knees
'Cause you will always be six feet under me
Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see
Your cell phone tape, hear yourself
But to the motherfucka's who took
Frank Williams aka Fast Black, fuck you
Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again
Vodka spillin' out my mouth onto my chin
I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless
Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit
They hearts is cold as the arctic, these men motivate mobs to lynch
These monsters are men who I hang with
These monsters of then are who I bang with
Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL
We have created our own road to hell
We train to kill and not to feel, reactin' with a mac
But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back
My niggaz dead and I can't get my fuckin' head around it
We was just smokin' blunts of the best chronic
And now I'm wearin' a t-shirt with his picture on it
Staggerin' about to vomit, consumed with vengeance
With my vengeance I am all consumed
By mid afternoon smokin' blunts in my room
To whom ever this letter may concern
When bullets strike they burn more
Than the flesh of the ones hit
You took my nigga, my heart split, it's broken
Shattered in a million pieces, help me Jesus
Help me Jesus, just help me, Jesus, thug niggaz killers
They victims was screamin', help me Jesus
My soul can't rest today
I can't bring myself to pray
I get down on my knees
'Cause you will always be six feet under me
My soul can't rest today
And I can't bring myself to pray
I get down on my knees
[Killer Mike:]
CRIP - true blue to it
BLOOD - Piru to it
Gangsta music, is to drug abusin
Don't confuse it with C. Delores Tucker
FUCK her, and Bill O'Reilly
And Reverend what's-his-name, FUCK his name
Kobe the best player ever, with NO game
Fell for the trick of that white bitch, so lame
How lame? Lame as the new host of Soul Train
Sheeit, lame as the old host of Soul Train
I do gangsta music, FUCK Soul Train!
All blacks got is BET
Pardon me, that shit's owned by MTV
Blacks ain't got shit, it's still 1-9-6-6
'Cause you can buy a car ain't shit
Jordan cain't buy a team, and that nigga got six rings
Cot'picker, see what I mean?
Q-Tip's singin, Dre 3000 actin
God-damn, niggaz too good, for this rappin
I'm just askin, what the fuck happened?
I'm just askin, nigga what the fuck happened? !
We went from "too black to too skrong"
To Sisqo and the God-damn "Thong Song"
We went from Farrakhan to Don Juan
Don Juan keep it pimpin man
But I'm just sayin Farrakhan got business man
Plus he speak positive on that knowledge shit
No matter how much my auntie holla
I'd NEVER give a dollar, to the good doctor - Reverend Creflo Dollar
Fuck dat! Befo' I do dat
I'd join Mason Betha's church and quit rap
I'd hang out with Murder INC. and sing 50 Cent raps
50 Cent raps; I'd rather let Eminem call me 50 niggaz
Than break bread with a rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Arian Nation - FUCK Hitler, FUCK Hitler!
That's to let ya know I didn't forget ya
Let me make ya bad day a worst day
Me and Hitler got the same damn birthday
That cracker dead, that's my God-damn birthday
Go shorty, go shorty
FUCK a protest, I got a Glock 40
Unlike these bougie niggaz, I ain't braggin
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burning a sac
Baby got back and its in Baby Phat
Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat
I'm hittin all kittens meowing like that
I like the front but I'm loving the back
I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch
Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowing my brain
Ain't the the life?
Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
Ill wit a pill she handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)
All in your trunk (yeah)
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine
Swerving and token and grippin on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump
All in your trunk
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk
How we gon' stop (whooa)
How we gone quit (shitttt!)
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Ducking you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
Santana Moss When catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar!
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!
Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
Later for now I'm hustling hits
Flipping my words like bricks, trick!
New, new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
That new-new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
Aright so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail
Servin' a forty to life sentence for dope that wasn't even his
Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you
It's a hilarious day boy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events
That get yo ass in here
Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
(I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you)
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
(You remember me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(Government snitches are amazin')
Mama, I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Just listen, only take about three minutes, just listen)
After high school, I gained lots o' weight
And I ain't talkin' 'bout calories put on by steak
The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate
Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake
Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors
Find out what mills bury
Shit's very intense and critical
And when we drew pistols shit got pitiful
The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick
We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch
But between me and him and that hoe
We walked away with eighteen and a bigger score
Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador
Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw
Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion North Atlanta
We hit 'em hard as doors hammer, yeah
Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
(Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on)
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Be patient, be patient, listen to the rest, listen, listen)
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man)
Mama, I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out)
(Here's where it gets interestin', follow this shit)
This spot had more birds than a pet shop
More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set
Loaded up the work and let's jet
My nigga big Paul loaded up the u-haul
A thousand pounds uncut raw
Hold on, whose that I saw in the distance?
Did he have a crew offerin' assistance?
Paul said it's probably nothin', a small animal or somethin'
My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin'
I pointed the four fifth in the wind and started thumpin'
The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin'
Cops is everywhere, they keep comin'
All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin' our dick
We robbed the niggaz same day the fuckin' feds hit
We robbed the niggaz same day the fuckin' feds hit
Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix
That middle man and dumb bitch, them niggaz snitched, god damn
Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
(So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin' here wearin' these pants)
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
(I hear Salvatore got extradited or some shit)
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(The bum bitch that snitched, who knows?)
Mama I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Man I shoulda fuckin' stayed in job corp)
Stayed my fuckin' ass in job corp, doin' dumb ass shit
Now I'm fuckin' round witch all stupid ass niggaz too
Ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz
Niggaz threw me out, true niggaz are out
Fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail
[T.I. talking]
Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B
So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!
[Hook]
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back - bumpin niggaz figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa..)
[T.I.]
Man we been throwin raps for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out"
Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A
[Hook]
[Killer Mike]
Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager
My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP!
It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK!
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda
I'ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine
Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine
Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie
[Hook]
[Killer Mike talking]
All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport
Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!
[Intro]
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby, whoa, baby
La la la, la la la, yeah..
[Chorus - 2x]
I would never leave you girl (My girl, my wife)
You know I love you (My pain, my strife)
Oh baby, oh baby
I would never leave you girl (Good days, bad nights)
You know I love you (Lovely fistfights)
Oh baby, oh baby
[Killer Mike]
Killa for, look at us, forvever fucked up
All we do is fuck, fight, and get X'ed up
Enough, enough
We bad for each other, mama
But our sex life ain't right without drama
In combat, sweet agony upon that
I deliver, make you take it soft and break it hard
Like dope dealers, I'm a husband to a wife
But I'm ya nigga, and you a perfect drug
Make a nigga heart quiver
You a hard breakin hard liquor on my liver
Like 'dro and gin go together, you a mind shifter
Body dark like a Cognac, I'm pissy drunk
In light ??, I stay drunk
My pretty little vampire, my delila
Teach me how to hate the truth and how to love a liar
You a vicious mind-bending ??
You the perfect drug, ultimate high, and I'm a fiend
Chorus
[Killer Mike]
You're my path to the pen or the crazy house
I deliver dick raw and won't take it out
Either that or you the devil's daughter, can't fake it
Killing me slow, I know and I can't shake it
Please stay, please leave, please don't go
Please walk away and let me be to die slow
This love is deeper than the grave and it's forever
Snake pit, you're venom beyond measure
Pandora's box a lot, my treasure
If love is strong as the grave, make me deader
Jezibelle got my soul and my cheddar
Everytime I beat it down, it jumps wetter
Like a dark cloud, bringing me pain and bad weather
I remain inside of your rain with no umbrella
I couldn't write the words, I blame this letter
Til death do us part, we deserve to be together
Chorus
[Killer Mike]
A living drug, you're the bitch I hate to love
Learned to suck good dick by fuckin' thugs
A nigga can't teach you, spread like a track meet
Breaking D-boys, MCs, and athletes, but not me
Told you from the start this shit is forever
We gon' go through this bad weather together
Whether the road or high side, you gon' ride
Through the fistfights and black eyes, it's you and I
Ike and Tina, our love is measured on a milimeter
They say a partner don't love a nigga til a nigga eat her
But I'm raw, and tired of the motherfuckin talking
I'll be goddamned if you hit the door walking
I'm stalkin, the depths of Atlantis, evil enchantress
Slick and underhanded
Fuckin with you like dancing with the devil, no command bitch
No ?? leaving niggaz empty-handed
I lost everything I had just to lust you
Bitch, you take another step and I'll bust you
Bitch you take another step and I'll bust you
Chorus
Peace will never tame the hatrid of me
I'm too restricted, separated from your society..
I'm a new breed of species, a curse to lift that speak my name
I'm different twisted, my mind is not the same
For those who deny the truth, will seek to try and find it
you my friend are blinds of the truth for you are simple minded
My ways are called abnormal, they treath me as if forsaken
But all should feel the wrath just like when my heart was taken
And if these words fail to reach their ears and for limit their view
you won't know but when I stryke you'll wish that you've of knew...
This beast is on the loose, if you treasure life then destroy it
for it is too realistic for you to simply ignore it
I've given a fair warning now I've been well because I've cut it loose
a new terror walks the earth and now it's all up to you
If all hope shall fail then you should sit and ponder
your faith has been decided by one dangerous monstah...
[Big Boi]
Yeah
Its going all the way down
Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey
doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch
Cool and Dre on the track, run it
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss
and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance
Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends
hit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benz
City corners I've been in a duece double O three Benz
I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista
I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler
I'll getcha
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
home of the brave G A G A
home of the brave
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe
she work out fit like Taebo
Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones
shit wait I'm so old
Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's
Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O.
Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple
I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo
Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple
Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil
You faggots do it for glory
Y'alls just do it for my people
I'm grand national built beautiful and legal
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]
A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon
We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens
talk bricks, keep an artist strapped
Flame throwers got us hot in the spot
wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe
It's like all hell, block cells
make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell
What you know about the way the whales
kiss it your body scaled
I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones
We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones
Disrespect (?) little bows
and I'll cock and explode up
Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
So slums, so sligh, nigga (i'm) straight ducked
you can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit
He the type to fuck a bitch
rob that bitch's baby brother
[Slimm Calhoun]
And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers
(?) blessing from sin
New recrutes we in it again
rap so hard we flippin' again
walkin' dubs on the benz
[Killer Mike]
One, two, crack fiend
three on boys street jeans
Four full blown hit the scene
five like trap (?)
Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
rub her right she'll cream
Fuck her right moan and scream
killer kill out on (?)
[Slimm Calhoun]
Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons
like 5 5 9 truck somethin'
Two glock nines round dumpin'
round my hip strap ain't jumpin'
Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin'
be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'
[Chorus] - repeat to fade
[Chorus]
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
exctasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls
[Verse 1: Killer MIke]
Welcome home motherfuckers your back again
into the den of inequity the life of sin
Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies
probably find me drunk off Bacardi in a swank hotel
an aspiring actress
Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
In Chicago a couple of bottles, couple of models, stolen Diablos
Fast and furious going full throttle
post club function, pills get swallowed
Ladies get loose and so do bra staps
power, money, and sex drive good raps
Freaks emerge in a twilight with party pack
of hydros alchohol blurred eye sight
From dusk til dawn is when vampires roam
pro athletes trick and don't go home
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Riding with my nigga Big Boi you don't sleep
even partied with Diddy up in NYC
Got drunk, rubbed titties of Dominican freaks
every night bachelor party in the boom boom room
On trees get burned or liquor consumed
you ain't really seen a color till you seen it on shrooms
Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle Pele
spot hotter than fish scales cooked in coked ale
Vampire party and we gets it down
in the undergrounds underground
Underground in club commer's basement
ladies and low lifes do get wasted
So high you can't hear the music but you feel it when the bass hits
the atmosphere like the first year
Freak bass hit everybodys heart goes fast
rolling Mitsubishi's shakin' that ass
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Bizzare]
Got twenties on the Escort, bitch park my shit
It's Bizzare from D12 in this bitch (yeah)
and wich nigga want to fight (what!)
I'm the club with Suge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike (how does it feel)
Fat dick for all my enemies
caught a disease fucking Roy and Jazzie T (a ha ha)
My girlfriends a fucking fool
when she turned her back
I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school (shhh)
And I don't sale crack to my African brothers
I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers (that's true)
So go ahead bitch pop the X
so I can work your neck in the back of my Vett (ahh!)
Red bones, I hate 'em no question
I like fat bitches with bladder infections (ughh)
Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City
It's the creep show, show your nasty titties
[Chorus]
Pussy nigga what you doin'
(All day I dream about...)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about...)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream
Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the Blue Man Group
Caught out on the Vegas Strip
Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga Dime Legit
Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch
It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho
My brain is on one track
Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at
I'm a man and I demand a WO-man for that act
Personal preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me
From them female fantasies frolic freely
In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it
Killer Kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim
Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over
All men young or old in the end it's what we after
Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed Viagra
Grandaddy, grandaddy what's happenin'
What's up, what's up this me
Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds
I promise I got you tomorrow
When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
Cause I dont need that A-I-D-S
A D and an A missin' out my ADIDAS
PLUS, We don't need no DNA mixin' between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms
Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb
[Intro - Andre 3000]
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[Verse One]
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burning a sac
Baby got back and its in Baby Phat
Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat
I'm hittin all kittens meowing like that
I like the front but I'm loving the back
I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch
Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowing my brain
Ain't the the life?
Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
Ill wit a pill she handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
[Hook - Big Boi]
Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)
All in your trunk (yeah)
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine
Swerving and token and grippin on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump
All in your trunk
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk
[Verse Two]
How we gon' stop (whooa)
How we gone quit (shitttt!)
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Ducking you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
Santana Moss When catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar!
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!
Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
Later for now I'm hustling hits
Flipping my words like bricks, trick!
[Hook]
[Outro]
New, new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
That new-new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
[Intro - Andre 3000]
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[Verse One]
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burning a sac
Baby got back and its in Baby Phat
Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat
I'm hittin all kittens meowing like that
I like the front but I'm loving the back
I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch
Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowing my brain
Ain't the the life?
Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
Ill wit a pill she handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
[Hook - Big Boi]
Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)
All in your trunk (yeah)
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine
Swerving and token and grippin on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump
All in your trunk
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk
[Verse Two]
How we gon' stop (whooa)
How we gone quit (shitttt!)
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Ducking you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
Santana Moss When catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar!
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!
Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
Later for now I'm hustling hits
Flipping my words like bricks, trick!
[Hook]
[Outro]
New, new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
That new-new! That new-new!
New-new for you-you!
New-new for you-you!
Pussy nigga what you doin'
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
(All day I dream about...)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about...)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream
Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the Blue Man Group
Caught out on the Vegas Strip
Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga Dime Legit
Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch
It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho
My brain is on one track
Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at
I'm a man and I demand a WO-man for that act
Personal preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me
From them female fantasies frolic freely
In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
Killer Kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim
Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over
All men young or old in the end it's what we after
Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed Viagra
Grandaddy, grandaddy what's happenin'
What's up, what's up this me
Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds
I promise I got you tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
Cause I dont need that A-I-D-S
A D and an A missin' out my ADIDAS
PLUS, We don't need no DNA mixin' between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms
[Big Boi]
Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb
It is too early for you to jump the broom, BOOM
[Chorus]
The fat bitch singing "show over" end opera
Leader of the crack Rat Pack, I Sinatra
They say I dissed Oprah, I'm like "so what? "
I never get to jump up and down on a sofa (that's life)
Now watch me as I Cruise like Tom through the slums
Where the education's poor and the children growing dumb
In the section of the city where saditty's don't come
Where Mr. Cosby and Mrs. Winfrey won't come
Unless it's a hurricane, then FEMA don't come
Comin live from the city where the Dreamer came from
Standing on the same corners that he stood upon
I got violence in my waistband, death in my palm
Ask em am I a bad guy? "Ya goddamn right! "
I done seen how ya do a nigga when he doing right
The Dream died on a balcony, standing at a hotel
Now niggas whipping coke gel and a O tale
We desegregated - put black with the white
No longer marching for rights - they sparkin' a pipe (that's life)
Pipe dreams, crack fiends, cars look like ice cream
Kids see the bling bling, and they want them nice things
All cause of tennis shoes, our kids drop out of schools
They said be like Mike, so ball nigga (that's life)
Now, Help me understand something... if you really a leader and you
Really mean something to your people, ain't you supposed to
Be in the community with your people? Ain't you supposed to
Be there? Like the only people I see in the communities are
Rappers and ball players, where the fuck all y'all doctors?
Where y'all bourgeoisie niggas at? All the kids got is us!
Grind Time Rap Game...
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I'd be having conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn if it's me ya ain't liking
The last great debate I had was with Michael Eric Dyson
Call me a dumb rapper? Girl stop, pardon me...
You be hard pressed to find another rapper smart as me
Maybe Jay-Z, 2Pac, C-U-B-E
But Oprah'd rather put Supahead on TV
Now whatcha white audience gon' think about we?
The same white audience that watch Bill O' Reilly
I saw the smirk on they face when you came at Luda
The same nice ladies that forgave Martha Stewart
So I can be a crook, take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked by a rich man's wife?
OK, hold up. I can't rap about doing crime... but if I
Actually do crime, and do time, I can come back out
And have a TV show, with an all white audience, if I rob
Shareholders of millions? (that's life)
But if I rap about gettin some money on the block, it's
A problem? Are you fucking retarded?
I'm not even gonna tell you how stupid you are right now
Cause you should already know... Grind Time Rap Game (that's life)
Niecey had a man, not a mouse or a mole
When the pressure come knockin, I ain't runnin in a hole
George Bush don't like blacks? No shit, Sherlock!
And his daddy CIA, and flooded the hood with rock
And his momma said the women oughta feel at home
Gettin raped in the bathroom in the Superdome
The comment Kanye made was damn near right
But Bush hate poor people, be 'em black or white (that's life)
Hell yeah, I said it! Cause Oprah won't say it
If Bill won't say it, and they still won't say it
If you really bout intelligence, you really know I'm right
If you lookin for some leadership, look for Killer Mike (that's life)
Lookin for a movement, it's Grind Time Rap Game
Kids see us in the street and go bang bang bang
They see me on the street and on the corners they hang
Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B
So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
I got the hoe up in the back - bumpin niggaz figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa..)
Man we been throwin raps for too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out"
Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A
Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager
My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin
I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me
I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP!
It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK!
My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda
I'ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine
Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine
Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son
This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun
Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
They put me hot on list, where players are posted
But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie
All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun?
We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport
Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
[Verse 1:]
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?
My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit
My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege
Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama
The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't
Saying that He won't, when I know He will
You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed
For real
[Hook: Scar]
Dear Lord, have mercy
On your once forgotten life like it's a game
We love
I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same
Cause people gonna lie
Some people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
Them people might try to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
For real
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I ain't never gave a f-ck
I never did and never will
Live my life on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't like it, homie
That's just how it is
Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm south-er-ern
Something like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said rob a bet, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it
You with me?
[Hook]
[Outro: Killer Mike]
I don't trust the church or the government
Democrat, Republican
Pope or a bishop or them other men
And I believe God has sustained you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times
I'm a spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
[Chorus: x2]
I'm super clean
I'm super hard
Ultra violet baby
Shot from afar
B-b-bitch don't you know who we are?
B-b-bitch don't you know who we are?
[8ball:]
Pimpin I'm super clean
Pimpin I'm super hard
Ain't into pimpin but
Love liven and super broads
I'm on a super grind
I'm out here gettin mine
I refuse to be a beggar in a soup line
I tell 'em 'see ya later' mothafucka
Soup kitchen
You can catch me in the cater
[? ]
Crank off 30 spoke
First eight corner dippin
You should see the volks glisten
Similar to fo's tippin
You should see us in the condo-minium
With pretty women
All strippin
Bunch of playas
Shit, yeah
We all tippin
I took a bank roll
Threw a couple grand
Told the youngest ho
"see that's how I do my superman"
And you a super girl
Good hair, super curls
She was super thick
And she sucked some super dick
I let her get my number
Told her hit a playa later
I told my wife bout her
And we did a will and jada
[Chorus x2]
[MJG:]
I'm pimp tight MJ
I know you mad hatin
But my infra-red beams
Spot you like a dalmatian
My tuesday hoe
Riding round with my friday bitch
That's what you call teamwork
Nigga try that shit
If you a pimp
Pimpin hard-
Keep it pimpin
Workin hard hoes
And hard working women
I gotta caddy, nigga
Nigga want to get a caddy
A caddilac nigga?
No, it's the super caddy
With a super motor
It make it go super fast
Give me all my money
Bitch, ho, do the math
I don't even want half
Ho I want it all
My money, [? ]
So I'm a sag the drawers
And put you mouth up
Might do it half price
Just right too
Half black an half white
Don't even act shy
Ho I know you with it
Do it like Vivica Fox did it
Reach out and get it
(yeaah)
[Chorus x2]
[MJG:]
Big boss
My girls say I got a hustla belly
She like to climb on top
And ride that rollacoaster baby
Up and down
Round and round
Super clean super mean
Fly, like a gulfstream
Purple in my bloodstream
Oh yellow Cinderlla cigarillos for my green
Hit the club 30 deep like a football team
Southern rap royalty
Hated in the industry
Ghetto super star
Remember love for us in the street
Any city any town
Stick me where the hood at
Talkin bout my life up on this mic
That's what I'm good at
Still keep my heat
Even though I know them boys watchin
And it ain't never took a lot
For me to get it poppin
I'm droppin shit on niggas
Talkin bout them running things
I'm hitting eagle bitches
In the forehead with this game
Lame niggas imitate
But they can't do it the same
Fuck all haters
Go and get your money man
[Chorus x2]
[killer mike:]
I'm playa fly
I'm playa fresh
Fresh dressed to impress
Like I'm a pimp's pet and flesh
Animal skins
What a man [? ]
Only have Mars Slippers
4X matching vest
I'm feeling good
I'm looking hood
As I'm watch the world
Through the Benz logo on the hood
Fly boy fat boy
Fat boy fly boy
I taught women it's thick
Like a [? ]
Man I startin to feel
Like a young Willy Dynamite
32 flavors baby
Got em black brown white
Even got an asian
Sex is amazing
Have seen her ass
And I think she's Malaysian
Takin your over class
And she said when I hit her
That down south dick
Damn near ripped her and split her
Every time I'm with her
It's grind time official
Cause I be like "ugh"
And she be like "killer"
[Intro: Talking]
Man, you know the same shit, man.
The money, the cars, the bitches could fuck up a great friendship.
Ya know!
To all my partners and the partners I lost.
[Killer Mike:]
You used to be my nigga though, my nigga though
Who'd a thought you'd ever envy me and talk down on me to Jigga hoe.
Say we was tight like Wayne pants.
And it was money over bitches even when we made it rain dance.
Lucci over poochi, no romance.
And I have never loved a hoe so no hoe-mance.
Just my bro man.
We got to the cash money but like Nino and G-money the money make shit go funny.
The bitches made it wicked.
The dopeless made it hopeless.
The coppers and the robbers with choppers make me they focus.
My nigga's snitching and I'm like Lord have mercy.
My homie sold me out.
My partner just hurt me.
And all for a bitch I hope the nigga catch herpes.
Nah, I'm fronting but at least the claps is hunting.
Cause any other nigga I would have been clapping something.
Instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something.
[Chorus: Killer Mike]
(And when it's cold outside you can count on your grown man)
You my nigga though.
You still my nigga though.
I don't fuck with you, uh uh, you still my nigga though.
(And when it's time to ride, yeah. You can depend on me)
I'm still your nigga though.
I'm still your nigga though.
I don't fuck with you but, yo I'm still your nigga though.
[Ludacris:]
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind.
Some pimps in our own fucking mind.
On point at game time you would play your position.
Then you came around and double crossed me like a ribbon.
Oh no, abort mission.
Some money's missing.
Went broke, I guess you got to get paid like tuition.
If not the President you got to be a politician.
But others like myself are trying to carry on tradition.
Put women in submission.
We used to need permission
Ta-daaa, now we running through tricks like a magician.
We smoking all the mirrors I knew something was wrong.
So I made up a new trick it's called poof I'm gone.
Now I see you on occasion and we holler at times.
Cause things ain't all peachy like the Georgia lottery sign.
And if you told me cocaine numbers I would think you was lying.
But you got to get yours and fool I got to get mine.
Luda!
[Chorus: Ludacris]
(And when it's cold outside you can count on your grown man)
You my nigga though.
You still my nigga though.
I don't fuck with you, uh uh, but you my nigga though.
(And when it's time to ride, yeah. You can depend on me)
I'm still your nigga though.
I'm still your nigga though.
I don't fuck with you, uh uh, but you my nigga though.
[Game:]
Hey, I had this other nigga who was my brother.
Jigga fan undercover.
The blueprints of my life with different mothers.
We was the closest out of my sisters and brothers.
Two G's closer than the Gucci belt but life's a motha-fucker when you dealing with paper man.
One of our ego's got bigger than skyscrapers man.
After I put the documentary on them Daytons man.
Around the Doctor everyday so I had patience man, he didn't.
Around the dope spot he was pacing man, for digits.
Am I my brother's keepers for real or not decisions.
He was in love with strippers sort of like a bee for honey.
And that was our separation like BG and Cash Money.
(Damn) Why does it got to be like that?
I was stacking paper on tour I was gon' be right back.
(God damn) Why you couldn't let your ego die?
If you see me rocking a hoody nigga you know why.
[Chorus: The Game]
(When it's cold outside you can count on your grown man)
You still my nigga though.
You my nigga though.
I don't fuck with you, uh uh, but you my nigga though.
(And when it's time to ride, yeah. You can depend on me)
You still my nigga though.
Always be my nigga though.
I don't fuck with you, uh uh, but you my bigger bro.
[Singing:]
When it's cold outside
Featuring: Killer Mike, Young Jeezy
[Hook]
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to poppin and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking running out
(repeat)
[Verse 1 - Killer Mike]
Pull up to the club, you can hear the car park
Tip your man, so you know I gotta run it
Promo dunn already paid my money
I'mma make it rain some sugar and honey
Bigga baby Bigga baby, ball like a dogg
... like a t-shirt gang
Laying niggas deep, going "bang bang bang!"
Black T, black t, bottles in the air
Submit Verse
[Hook]
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to poppin and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking running out
(repeat)
[Verse 2]
Submit Verse
[Hook]
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to poppin and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking running out
(repeat)
[Young Jeezy]
Let go, get the car meet me in the old valley
From everything new to the old Chevroley
Half of them them bitches ain't got no top
Half of them bitches part brand new trucks
All them bitches got brand new wheels
None of my niggers ain't got no deal
None of my niggers ain't got no job
All of my niggers got 2-3 cars
What you mean nigger ain't got no care
Like telling og ain't got no air
don't look nine nigger ...on the stage
...nigger got a raise
how you know a nigg ...all that work
...why a nigger ain't so hard in the city
cause they got a 3-4 spots in the city
...on the east, hard on the west, smoke on the south side,
yo all know the risk
...to old and it ain't no blood, ain't coping no stone and it ain't no what
hit it in the front and it ain't no coupe, and ... and it ain't no Snoop
GA baby wanna smoke that brown, your name ain't Young and this ain't your town
None said pussy like the 3 rose, a lot ... free oze
None say chips like free do lay, keep playing that ... like go deejay
matter of fact all free all my niggers gotta ... my niggers
know what I did that you might be ... one more time and I might spit eleven
[Hook]
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to poppin and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking running out
[Killer Mike]
[Screwed] PURPLE LABEL
So niggaz want to know the story
Why the label got changed from Aquemini to Purple Ribbon, shorty?
Where Dre at man? Why isn't him and Big on TV man
Them boys still down? Organized goin' through changes
All I know is that Big here, Dre gone, moved on
[Scratched] All I know that Big here, Dre gone, moved on
[Scratched] Big here, Dre gone, moved on
Changed names from Aquemini to Purple Rib-bon
My first album slept on, failed to do a mil
But yet and still, my babies haven't missed a meal
God damn, is there a curse on Dungeon Fam?
The Goodie Mob broke up, the DF album didn't jam
Before Lil Jon had the grill in his mouth
Khujo Goodie had the dreads with the grill in his mouth
And Bubba Sparxxx gave you the phrase new south
Like Cool Breeze gave you the phrase dirty south
Is it only me? Or does Pharrell sometimes remind niggaz of
Sleepy Brown back in '93?
I know its been like 12 Decembers (yeah, suttin' like that)
Let's remember "All the playas came from far and wide"
Yeah suttin' like that, talkin playalistic Cadillac
In the trap with +Two Dope Boyz+
Spittin Organized Noize via microphone
Do you believe The Source gave only gave 4 and a half microphones
They shoulda gave that a classic, ax Charlie Braxton
Damn man, I'm still amazed
The boys had the nerve to boo Big and Dre
When they hit the stage to accept the Source award
My heart dropped like a million other country boys
I thought my Mind was Playin Tricks like the Geto Boys
Damn man, I miss the interludes by Big Rube
He gave us knowledge that they wouldn't give us in school
So our mind wasn't so sick
Speakin' of being sick man I need a doctor
Which doctor? Bring back the Witch Doctor
[Scratched] Feelin' me, bring back the Witch Doctor
Feelin' me, here's an interesting fact from me
When the boy Bobby V signed with DTP
[Malcom X:]
Who are you?
You don't know?
Don't tell me negro
That's nothin
What were you before the white man named you a negro
What was your name?
It could'nthave been smith or jones or bush or powell
That wasn't your name
They don't have those kind of names where you and I came from
No what was your name?
And why don't you now know what your name was then
Where was your history?
How did a man wipe out your history?
How did the man what did the man do to make you as dumb, as you are right now
[Killer Mike:]
Mutha fuckas I just bought some new chuckas
The old ones bloodied up from stompin out those suckas
Big bang killa
Big black gorilla
King kong on yo monkey ass niggas
Step and fetch fucky ass flunky ass niggas
Dick in the booty for them nasty ass niggas
I don't fear no man
Not bush not clinton not osama
Ask your uncle thom how he choose NASA over Obama
You could have a million dollers and a white collar
Liberation costs more then a damn doller
It costs what christ gave
King gave
X gave
A billion dollars don't make u an ex-slave
Nigga with an attitude since fifth grade
I never behave
Rather be a dead man then a live slave
[Chorus:]
We can say what we like
Put the pressure on em
Ice Cube n Killer Mike
Put the pressure on em
I can do what I want
Put the pressure on em
But god dammit I'm a I'm gone
Put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Cause pressure was fine
Pressure was ours
[Ice Cube:]
I'm here to deprogram you don't forget what they made your grand grand momma do
What they made your great grand daddy do
Without a dollar or a penny or a thank you
The same mutha fuckas wanna gank you
Cause they hate you and the pussy that you came through
Can anybody tell me that it ain't true?
That these mutha fuckas ain't out to hurt you
They'll lock you up, beat you up and work you
Put your life on a thirty year curfue
Lil cell lil window for you to look through
Even gotta little chair where they can cook you
Nigga please I'm a be in the breeze
Eat em up with my plan like the japanese
Now I'm overs seas
And I'm trappin these
Thank god I didn't have to cock n squeeze
[Chorus:]
We can say what we like
Put the pressure on em
Ice Cube n Killer Mike
Put the pressure on em
I can do what I want
Put the pressure on em
But god dammit I'm a I'm gone
Put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Cause pressure was fine
Pressure was ours
[Killer Mike:]
Black colla bitches stop bull shitin
And u funky black preachers with your pool kids
Our kings had dreams and a big vision
All you give us is goverment and religion
Are you a freedom fighter or a school pigeon
Is you down for your people in the big mission
Or you a dirty nigga workin for fuckin a clinton
Or a dirty nigga workin for fuckin a bush
Another message for the politition
Better get the police off our ass quickly
If another old lady die in this city
Swear to god we will burn down the fuckin city
Big schemes
Big dreams
Yea I'm with it for
Twenty years for dealin dope is just a fuckin joke
And so what you the man with that white man
Probation got your ass to a white man
[Chorus:]
We can say what we like
Put the pressure on em
Ice Cube n Killer Mike
Put the pressure on em
I can do what I want
Put the pressure on em
But god dammit I'm a I'm gone
Put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Cause pressure was fine
Pressure was ours
[Killer Mike:]
God damnit the way dogs that ran part runnin rabbit
These pigs goin ham samich
In new york killed a young brother
In atlata killed a grand mother
And politions say save the planet
Fuck that save us damnit
From the black pigs helpin kill sunday
I hope it's five degrees hotter for your ass in hell
Place straight bastard blessed in crash
Hope jesus come back he murder your ass
So you burn in hell till you burn white ash
To the one that say sorry tell em kiss our ass
We don't need em motha fucka you can keep it for yourself
I push you nothin but pain and bad health
I hope luck run away from you and wealth
No honour in life no honour in death
You a juddist to us nigga kill yourself
[Chorus:]
We can say what we like
Put the pressure on em
Ice Cube n Killer Mike
Put the pressure on em
I can do what I want
Put the pressure on em
But god dammit I'm a I'm gone
Put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Put the pressure on em
Homie put the pressure on em
Cause pressure was fine
Pressure was ours
[Malcom X:]
No negro leaders have fought for civil rights
They paid for civil rights
They have begged the white man for civil rights
They have begged the white man for freedom
And anytime you beg another man to set you free
You will never be free
Freedom is something you have to do for yourselves
And until the american negro let's the white man know
That we are really really ready and willing to pay the price that is destin for freedom
Our people will always be walking around and second class citizens or what you call twentith century slaves
What price are you talking about sir?
Yeah, it's going all the way down
Aquemeni records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey
Doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch
Cool and Dre on the track, run it
Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss
And I still catch a beat runnin' when it's tossed
And often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths and
Cut the bull then I'm seven deuce Impala whore dance
Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends
Hit Jamaica rollin' papers turning up spotta Benz
City corners I've been in a deuce double O three Benz
I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista
I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler, I'll getcha
Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
I got a Tahoe and a Tahoe
She work out fit like Taebo
Get my findy Air Force Ones
Shit wait I'm so old
Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's
Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my MO
Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple
I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo
Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple
Kill 'em all let God separate good from evil
You fagots do it for glory
Y'all's just do it for my people
I'm grand national built beautiful and legal
Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
Ain't no hard atrap after debts of the dungeon
We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens
Talk bricks, keep an artist strapped
Flame throwers got us hot in the spot
Wreckin' these dog tails through red dog stripe
It's like all hell, block cells, make bail and it's back
To these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell
What you know about the way the whales
Kiss it your body scaled
I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
Then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones
We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones
Disrespect my little bows
And I'll cock and explode up
Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave
Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
So slums, so sleigh, nigga I'm straight ducked
You can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit
He the type to fuck a bitch
Rob that bitch's baby brother
And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up
Under your covers from[Incomprehensible] blessing from sin
New recrutes we in it again, rap so hard we flippin' again
Walkin' dubs on the Benz
One, two, crack fiend
Three on boys street jeans
Four full blown hit the scene
Five like trap [Incomprehensible]
Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
Rub her right she'll cream
Fuck her right moan and scream
Killer kill out on [Incomprehensible]
Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons
Like 5 5 9 truck somethin'
Two glock nines round dumpin'
Round my hip strap ain't jumpin'
Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin'
Be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Adamsville, Thomasville, my Tennisville, Summerville
Pittusberg, the bluff, Zion
Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave
[Incomprehensible]
The bluff again, West side
East Atlanta y'all see it
It's hot like hell in the south
It feel like we in the devil mouth in the south
So white boys trippin' cause we iced out
Cool as a cucumber hoppin' out
A '73 Impala with the brains blowed out
Let the robbers follow
Swear to God, fuck nigga, get your brain blowed out
Your baby momma followed or your man shot down
I'm from Martin Luther King, respect it it's holy ground
Who'd a thought a nigga out a shotgun house
Would ever drive a car with a angel that bow
I'm the shit cause I come from the bowels
The guts of the city, ain't a nigga fuckin' with me
Young player from the South, tell stories like Biggie
Take the King's English, paint pictures so vivid
That the listener will swear to God they lived it
If that ain't God in motion, nigga tell me what is it?
The church ladies weep when they hear ya man speak
They say they see God in me, but I'm in the streets
They ask me why I'm rappin', tell me I'm called to preach
I smile, I kiss'em on they honey brown cheeks
I tell'em God bless'em and they can serve for me
But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea
If Jesus came back, Mother, where you think he'd be?
Probably in these streets with me... Peace...
[Chorus:]
Came out the valley of the shadow of death
Judas still got the knife in my back
Devil's tryin' to get with G like a crab
Haters mad cause I baptized my laugh
Keep a Jesus piece to protect myself
If heaven got a ghetto you can bet I'll be there
God is with me
God is in me
God is in me
To get to heaven I will raise hell
But before I be a servant in white heaven I will rule in a black hell
See the leader jumpin' out a black SL
On the block like 'Yes, yeah, the truth here'
Living reckless for a necklace and big chain
The wages of sin is death not the chain gang
Touch my chain, I bang bang bang
Leader of the Grind Time Rap Gang mang
We a squadron of God's marksmen
Greek heroes, we the new Titans
Young Achilles, nigga, I will kill these niggas
No homo, I just don't feel these niggas
Laid back seeing panoramic views
It's a angelic view, the sky so blue
Similar to my diamonds and they hue
I pray my success is a torment to you
God MC boy, ex d-boy
Only thing real in a room full of decoys
Angel wings got a nigga flying higher
I hope my success burn you like hellfire
I hope seeing me whip cars dressed fresh
Torments your ass like a man possessed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You and your whose me and my foes
Me and my foes... you and your whose
Never was supposed, that ever ever was for
You and your whose me and my foes
Me and my foes... you and your whose
Never was supposed, that ever ever was for
They say a nigger can't get a job but can get arrested
Thought shit was changing which is black for detention
My bitch got me fucked up, going to get tested
Cause while I was locked up, she was living red
Just another odd deal a real nigger got a deal with
If you want the bottom right man you gotta feel this
I know that you're frustrated and you wanna clear your shit
Stop... weapons cause that shit may come real quick
Bomb, yeah, yeah, yeah, this motherfucker down
Yeah, yeah, yeah I will bomb this motherfucker down
You and your whose me and my foes
Me and my foes... you and your whose
Never was supposed, that ever ever was for
They say the cop wrote a letter apologizing to Oscar
Guess they say I'm wrong cause I steal...
Police in the ghetto, they is killing niggers daily
But when we get to busting back they say that we crazy
Prison's overcrowded and school is too
Cause they under educate you and got a place for you, yeah
Niggers go to prison, new age slavery
Now you knowing why they under educate your baby
Bomb, yeah, yeah, yeah, this motherfucker down
Yeah, yeah, yeah I will bomb this motherfucker down
You and your whose me and my foes
Me and my foes... you and your whose
Never was supposed, that ever ever was for
They say get a job you've been thinking grow rich
But what is you to do when a dollar ain't worth shit
And the jobs I ain't hiring none employment is gone
They gonna rip all your cars pull off clothes your home
Me I suggest you get yourself a shotgun
So when they come to... you can make them run
The bank's got bail down the... suffering
So I got a gun cause I ain't got enough of them
Bomb, yeah, yeah, yeah, this motherfucker down
Yeah, yeah, yeah I will bomb this motherfucker down
You and your whose me and my foes
Me and my foes... you and your whose
Never was supposed, that ever ever was for
They say love Jesus and listen to your pastor
But Jesus told the truth and the pastor's a lying bastard
All he talk about is economic elevation
And all Jesus talked about soul salvation
Jesus sat with the sick and He walked with the poor
If He gave blood for what's seeing why we give him more?
I got some gangster disciples and church with me tonight
With that... worth of gas and mask look alike
Bomb, yeah, yeah, yeah, this motherfucker down
Yeah, yeah, yeah I will bomb this motherfucker down
You and your whose me and my foes
Me and my foes... you and your whose
Never was supposed, that ever ever was for
You and your whose me and my foes
Me and my foes... you and your whose
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls
Welcome home motherfuckers you're back again
Into the den of inequity the life of sin
Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies
Probably find me drunk off Bacardi
In a swank hotel an aspiring actress
Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
In Chicago a couple of bottles, couple of models, stolen Diablos
Fast and furious going full throttle
Post club function, pills get swallowed
Ladies get loose and so do bra straps
Power, money and sex drive good raps
Freaks emerge in a twilight with party pack
Of hydros alcohol blurred eye sight
From dusk till dawn is when vampires roam
Pro athletes trick and don't go home
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls
Riding with my nigga big boy you don't sleep
Even partied with Diddy up in NYC
Got drunk, rubbed titties of Dominican freaks
Every night bachelor party in the boom boom room
On trees get burned or liquor consumed
You ain't really seen a color, till you seen it on shrooms
Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle lapel
Spot hotter than fish scales cooked in coked ale
Vampire party and we gets it down
In the undergrounds, underground
Underground in club comer's basement
Ladies and low life's do get wasted
So high you can't hear the music
But you feel it when the bass hits
The atmosphere like the first year
Freak bass hit every body's heart goes fast
Rolling Mitsubishi's shakin' that ass
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls
Got twenties on the Escort, bitch park my shit
It's Bizzare from D12 in this bitch
And which nigga want to fight
I'm the club with Surge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike
Fat dick for all my enemies
Caught a disease fucking Roy and Jazzie T
My girlfriend's a fucking fool when she turned her back
I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school
And I don't sale crack to my African brothers
I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers
So go ahead bitch pop the X
So I can work your neck in the back of my Vett
Red bones, I hate 'em no question
I like fat bitches with bladder infections
Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City
It's the creep show, show your nasty titties
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
ft. Roscoe Dash
I'm sitting at the top I got a bird's eye view
Down town condo purchased by the bird's eye flu
Actually I purchased this with the words I troop
Reminiscence on the days when the bird's eye flew
Bird flew, money got a nigger hot like fever
Life would call bitch but I ain't never trying to leave her
I'ma get them dollars pop bottles and fuck some models
Writer here, the baddest dude, the same shit tomorrow
Hey I try to tell my bitch that I can see the fucking ,
Till I'm sitting on the top like, be the ,
Got my name jumping out the floor and straight up to the roof
Now I got them hoes jumping out their clothes and in the coop
Then I take them to the condo, rip them all, cut them loose
Tell them see y'all in the morning ladies, I got shit to do
Then it's back to the money and hustling and the ,
For business she , she out the motherfucking music
I'm on my bread, they say I'm out my mind instead of ,
I prefer , my bitch, how many time just live alone and I beg
Cause I'm only trying to see her at the top
only trying to see her at the top, only trying to see her at the top
only trying to see her at the top, only trying to see her at the top
about my ,and I'm only trying to see her at the top
Hoes used to laugh saying nigger look like rerun
Now these bitches , rerun
Now them hoes' just lucky to get in and love their rerun
Now I'm shining ball on the field, neon deon
She play her husband like a peon,
Just to get beat on
Tell my partner sleeping, can't believe this shit we on
Cold harded max for the stacks, we pumping free on
Space ain't pimping with that, above it be on
I'm on my bread, they say I'm out my mind instead of ,
I prefer , my bitch, how many time just live alone and I beg
Cause I'm only trying to see her at the top
only trying to see her at the top, only trying to see her at the top
only trying to see her at the top, only trying to see her at the top
about my ,and I'm only trying to see her at the top.