• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• B.u.b (bitches Under Bands) - Ray Cash
• The Payback - Ray Cash
• Take It How You Want It - Ray Cash
• She A G - Ray Cash
• Sex Appeal (pimp In My Own Mind) - Ray Cash
• P.a.n. (pussy Ass Niggaz) - Ray Cash
• I'm Gettin - Ray Cash
• Gwap Nigga - Ray Cash
• Fuck Amerikkka - Ray Cash
• Bumpin' My Music (explicit Version) - Ray Cash
• Better Way - Ray Cash
• Put A Little Ass On It - Rikishi

Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
I keep it 100 million, shouts to all the real niggas that’s up in the
building
I’m chilling, I’m smoking and I’m feeling fine
Keep them bitches on my dick and keep that money on my mind
Creeping on the come up, Gino got caught with 100
He got his first number, but he’ll be home by the summer
Trying to ball so hard, motherfuckers wanan fine me
That shit great
Ball so hard… try to side me
Let’s get paid
If you don’t see, then you don’t know
So you don’t know, don’t like I know
See life’s a bitch, money’s a whore
I love them hoes, give me more
Light the bus and let the…pour
Pop the trunk and let the semi roar
But that ain’t … let’s get with it
Back to the money as we proceeded
Money over everything, baby even you
All I see is money, pussy is in my view
I heard girls run the world, and maybe that is true
But it’s money over bitches, so it’s paper over you
I holler bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Money …hoes over hoes
And these bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Money …hoes over hoes
And these bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Money to be made, part of … we can all be paid
Life’s a bitch, we can all get rich
…everybody, we can all get laid
Got a … if you wanna be boss
…who the fuck you think you is…
Hope you understand, fuck 100 hoes I’d rather count 100 bands
Million dollar mission, and a billion dollar plan
Money over bitches so it’s bitches under bands, bitches under bands
All I see is money, pussy is in my view
I heard girls run the world, and maybe that is true
But it’s money over bitches, so it’s paper over you
I holler bitches under bands
I holler bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Money …hoes over hoes
And these bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Money …hoes over hoes
And these bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands
Bitches under bands, bitches under bands

[Intro:]
Yeahh...Yeahh
Huh..What..Yeah
Ray Cash mothafuckas, huh
This is payback man, from Cleveland to the public
They thought Cleveland was whack
Nah...not me
Yeah, keep it Cleveland right here man..holla at me..
[Ray Cash:]
To all the killas and the hundred dollar billas
Like to welcome you to Cleveland, this the home of Ray Scrilla
Where we all blow swishers, all chase figures
With our eye on the prize, while the law chase niggaz, get high!
Comtemplate the paper chasing but them crackas giving complications
Locking niggaz up without a combiniton, prison is not in my vision
Even though it coincide with the life and the way that I'm living
My mind designed with a divine sense of division, multiplication and addition
I'm a math-a-gician, I was taught to subtract anything trying to intervene and
To distract the type of paper that I'm trying to attract
We really dont wanna have to clap, but if it has to happen
Its happened as simple as that, chip stacking rather its coming from
Jacking the packs, I hustle, but it just so happen I rap, and I'm back and this is...
[Chorus:]
[scratching] Payback, Payback
Payback, Payback
Mothafucka this is..
Payback, Payback, Payback
From Cleveland to the public this is..
Payback, Payback, Payback, Payback
[repeats]
[Ray Cash:]
To all the killas and the hundred dollar billas
Dropping big faces, popping cham by the cases
Hustling states to states switching your location
I applaud you all, you deserve an ovation
But hit the blunt for those in isolation, got hot knocked
Inside of a box pacing, waiting, patient for they day of arraignment
Worried about they family and time they facing
Look don't worry about the streets, the streets ain't changing
Me I'm doing good dog, hope yall maintaining
These hos ain't changed man, we still bang em
When theirs beef off in the street we still flaming
But dont worry about the drama, nigga worry about your mama
Write her letters, I'll fly you this kite, know your nights is hard
Know you hate it in the yard, rather be out here pushing raw
But when you get released, come holla at your dog
And we can give these fuckas...huh
[Chorus:]
[scratching] Payback, Payback, Yeahh...
Payback, Payback
Cuz this is..
Payback, Payback, Payback
Mothafucka this is...
Payback, Payback, Payback, Payback
Heh, niggaz thought Cleveland was whack man, thats funny to me..
[Ray Cash:]
Who wanna challenge, ? me and my nigga battle cry was do or die
So if its you and I, uno got to go then you should know I must survive
Aint no surprise, money values always out a niggaz' life
Before I snitch I bet I die, no witness live to testify
I let the fact remain, leave the crack or rap game
My shit the same, only face I change at a green exchange
From George, to Abe, from Abe to Andy, Jack to Grant
Ulysses and Benjis, pinkies make niggaz green with envy
My goal is not a Bently, listen my goal to have control of a digi
With 6 o's and cant nothing prevent me, simply
The nigga in me got me drinking remy, I'm greedy therefore
I'm needy and so I need more than demi, plus the flow is good and plenty
You can pick your favorite rapper..innie-minnie-miney-moe
Compared to me they tiny though, now say something
To all my niggaz with that scrilla could you stay fronting, killas spray something
Give these mothafuckas...huh
[Chorus:]
[scratching] Payback, Payback, Yeahh..I had to do it man...
Payback, Payback
Its Ray Cash man, right now you call me Ray The Jeweler...
Payback, Payback, Payback
Niggaz thought a nigga from Cleveland drop jewels like this man...
Payback, Payback
Ha, its crazy, they thought we fell off though man...
Payback, Payback
I had to give these motha..I had to give these mothafuckas...Payback
Payback, Payback, Payback, Payback

[Intro:]
Take how you want it
Take, take it how you take it
Take, take it how you want it
Nigga, nigga...
[Ray Cash:]
Shall I speak on my niggaz behalf
You niggaz want drama, I'ma get off in yo ass
How you love that, easy come, easy go
Oh you want me to flow, so you stressing the raw
Yeah thats what you looking for
See all my niggaz know is pain, put me in the street
And you see all I know is gain, why, yall niggaz is lame
I only fuck with dogs, cross me now you see my niggaz is raw
You fucking with a god, see I got nothing to lose, but you go all out
See you got something to prove, ooh I ain't fuckin with you
So if I do a show, and get the crowd hype and you ain't got my dough
I'ma up pipe, so now you know the deal, now you know whats real
Shit I spit is ill, I know my niggaz kill, but you can..
[Chorus: x2]
Take how you want it
Take, take it how you take it
Take, take it how you want it fucka
However you want it man
[Ray Cash:]
For dollars I would send you for a ? to get Excursion with Eddie Baur
? Impallas and problems plus my gun will show my power
Picture me rollin', heavy Chevy oh no it ain't stolen
And plus this dick that I'm holdin got these hos wide open
Stick my finga up to the world, hold em to my scrotem
Niggaz think I ain't gonna rep, well I guess I gotta show em
You gotta know when to hold em', gotta know when to fold em'
You gotta know when to pay em, prasie em, play em or blow em
You gotta know when to drop you a nigga or chop you a nigga
Say fuck hip-hop and flip-flops you a nigga
I'm dope, you cook me up I'm rockin it nigga
I'm A-1 Ivory put stock in me nigga, but you could..
[Chorus]
[Ray Cash:]
I've been poppin my collar, since poppin a collar been popular
Cuz I'm fresh to death and popular dont mean I wont pop at ya
I know niggaz who run and hide, boys who bust shots at ya
Choose your side of the field, you pick mine I'm gonna ride with ya
Last beef I had, really couldnt bust a nigga head
I just signed my papers, Manolo went to get my bread
I know this gonna be heard by the police and the feds
But I'm gonna kill that mothafucka you tell em what I said
Cuz he could..
[Chorus]
[Ray Cash:]
What my niggaz want?
Hos!
What my niggaz need?
Dough!
What my niggaz love? (what)
Hennesy and weed! (yeah, yeah)
What my niggaz want?
Hos!
What my niggaz need?
Dough!
What my niggaz love? (what)
Hennesy and weed! (yeeeah)

(Gladys Knight)
Are you gonna be
Say that you're gonna be
[Jaime Foxx:]
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh...
[Chorus: J.Foxx]
She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be,gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, well well, well well)
She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition, some Minnie Ripperton, will definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be,gonna be,gonna be, gonna be, gonna be,well well well well)
[Kanye West:]
I told her to drop over in your new whip,
Bring some friends you cool with,
Imma bring da cool whip,
Then I want you to strip,
See you is my new chick,
So we get our grind on,
She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shyne home,
Man I swear she fine homes,
Why she always lying though,
Tellin me them diamonds, when she know they rhinestones,
She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson,
Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson,
I played 'Ready for the World' - she was ready for some action,
My dawg said you aint no freak, so you 'bout to prove my man wrong,
Imma play this Vandross,
You gon' take your pants off,
Imma play this Gladys Knight,
Me and you gon' get right,
[Chorus]
[Twista:]
I got you lookin at the gliss at my hands and wrists
While i'm layin back and smokin on my canibus
When it come to rockin the rhythm like Marvin and Luther
I can tell you aint no messin with Kan-man and Twist
From the Chi and I be
Sippin Hennessy
Play some R and B
Tryina smoke a B
Lookin properly
Feelin on a G
And always (Well Well Well Well)
Come with me and sip on some heavenly champagne
You aint know Twista can work it like the Whispers
Hit the stop light, get into some Isaac
The rims still moving so I'm bumping a little spinners
While I'm
Smokin on a B (are you gonna be)
Dippin through the streets(gonna be)
Bumpin R&B; (gonna be)
And I got to leave (gonna be)
on the 23's (gonna be)
And I do it (well well well well)
When my earth and the wind smoke a fire
Let me get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat
Put you in a daze for maze
Fullfilling your every temptation slow jamin' having deep sex
You ready for the world girl
Come on over make me touch you all over your body baby don't say no to me
An every moment you controllin' me I'm lovin the way you be holding me when I be listening to Jodeci
And when I come over and bend your ass
You be bumpin Teddy Pendergrass
I'da hit it from the back to the melody to roll it slow
Now I gotta go up in it fast, but imma finish last
No matter how much of a thug you see
I still spit it like it's R&B;, come the club with me
And when some Luther come on i hope you filla me and stilla be in love with me
[chorus]
[Twista:]
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up on my brougham
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take it to the dome
Then I got to bone
Stay up in the zone
Got to get you home
Gotta run up on
And I do it (well well well well)
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up on my brougham
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take you to my home
And we could get it on
Whisper on the phone
Just to get you goin'
Tryina make you moan
And I do it (well well well well)
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up on my brougham
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take it to the dome
Then I got to bone
Stay up in the zone
Got to get you home
Gotta run up on

I'm so sexy right now
Flip ya mirror down
Look at ya self if ya sexy
I'm a pimp in my own fuckin' mind
Yes, I'm, I'm a pimp in my own fuckin' mind
I'm a Pimp in my own fuckin' mind
Yes, I'm, I'm a pimp in my own fuckin' mind
A Pimp in my own fuckin' mind, yes, I'm
She love the way I walk, she love the way I smell
What's that cologne he got on platinum Chanel
My pimpin' from paper powerful I can never fail
Its product in private over pussy I shall prevail
Look here partna, all I do is holla and then she yell
You get dollas, they pay for rooms in Ramada hotel
I call her Monica, she calls me Presidential
She a dyme when I flip up its either head or tail
You need to watch yo gal just like you watch yo mail
She steady givin' head shots and homie you can't tell
She my personal head doctor she proper as hell
Keep it on the D L, she neva kiss and tell
Drop the top for the sex appeal
Three screens, leather, wood, it's all over the wheel
Twenty inch chrome rubbas, go along wit da grill
The smallest thing in my jeans is a Benjamin bill, bitch
I gotta broad name Jenny, she love to wear that Fendy
My little mama, Donna love wearin' Dolce Gabbana
I gotta cutie wit some good coochie who love dat Gucci
Got one wit a big booty dat don't wear nothin' but Louie
Coco love dat Manolo, Nicky, she love dat Vicky
Tammy don't wear no panties, Annie is so sidity
Keisha got some big titties but her attitude is shitty
Mary pretty but act like Carrie from Sex in the City
Mona smoke marijuana, Missy like sippin' Crissy
Dora got an explorer, Tricy wear Bc Bg
Got one in ATL big, fine, thick as hell
Got one in BKNY dat only wear DKNY
An' Norma Jean in New Orleans
One in H-Town wit her face down, yow mean
Have you ever seen a nigga ride this clean
On the leather, rip the wood grain diamond pinky ring
Melanie caught a felony, Trina caught a misdemeanor
Since they skipped they court date "Man I ain't seen"
Got a bad ass white bitch drive a black Bee ma
I don't give that crack nothin'
Man, she givin' all ha cream up, I'm ma pimp
Drop the top for the sex appeal
Three screens, leather, wood, it's all over the wheel
Twenty inch chrome rubbas, goes along wit da grill
The smallest thing in my jeans is a Benjamin bill
Now, when I'm ridin' down the avenue, these bitches give me attitude
They screamin', "Ray we mad at you", pimp is in my vein, hoe
Hit dat track, catch a date, bring my scraps, don't be late
To slap you I won't hesitate, pimp is in my vein, hoe
Ridin' down the avenue, these bitches give me attitude
They screamin', "Ray we mad at you", pimp is in my vein, hoe
Hit dat track, catch a date, bring my scraps, don't be late
To slap you I won't hesitate, pimp is in my vein, hoe
Drop the top for the sex appeal
Three screens, leather, wood, it's all over the wheel
Twenty inch chrome rubbas, goes along wit da grill
The smallest thing in my jeans is a Benjamin bill
Could you shake somethin', shake somethin'
Now could you pop somethin'
Why could you drop somethin'
Now could you shake somethin'
Now could you shake somethin'
Now could you pop somethin'
Why could you drop somethin'
Cleavland, pimps up, hoes down
In the words of my nigga, "If I'm rich, an' you broke
You must be trynna get somethin from me, bitch"
Free pimp C, hold up, I said, free pimp C, hold up

[Chorus:]
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz(c'mon)Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass, Pussy Ass
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz
[Intro:]
Yeah...Ray Cash, Bun B
Cleveland, P.A.T...stand up huh, stand up huh!
[Ray Cash:]
This for all them mothafuckas talkin bout they want beef
But niggaz never jump when they see you in the street
Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, not knowing bout the missles and the pistols
If I pop it partna you gon get your issues, when its ripping through your tissue
When it's cutting through your muscle, you understand the reason
Why I wasnt on the tussle, you was jealous of the hustle
I seen it in your eyes, I dont know if its the money or It's me that he despise
Everytime I come around you wanna hop off in the ride
If you dont like me, state your case my nigga you ain't got to lie
If the beef is really B.I.G. then I'm Ready To Die
But I ain't worried about nothing cousin, I know you ain't gonna ride
Cuz youz a..
[Chorus:]
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy-Pussy Ass
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz(c'mon)Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass, Pussy Ass
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz
[Bun B:]
You born a bitch, you die a bitch, born a ho, you die a ho
Fuck niggaz like that, the type of cats I dont even try to know
Keep bumpin your gums bitch, watch me come apply the 4
Pound pressure and compress your chest just like a xylophone
You think yo hood get crunk, let me take you to a wildler zone
You can get yo numbers pushed without me having to dial a phone
Out of towners get they asses turned into a pile of bones
Gangstas catching new cases even when they trial is on
I been in real wars when niggaz lost bread, lost work, lost territories some lost heads
Reorganized the clique when the under boss fled
And at the same time trying not to run across feds
So who the fuck is you to try and come and judge me
I'm to heavy in this game nigga you cant budge me
You ain't gotta love me mothafucka cuz my momma do
Put that on Pimp C mothafucka you dont want the drama you..
[Chorus:]
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy-Pussy Ass
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass, Pussy Ass
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz(c'mon)Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz
[Ray Cash:]
I dont know why these niggaz went and done that
Fuck the rap game up with that bubble gum rap
See the game bubble gum, I got the game wrapped
Like its bubblicious or something, my hustle vicious no frontin'
Do me on 23's b, I ain't really stuntin yeah my flow the shit
Personally I ain't really nothing, I ain't changed nigga
I'm the same nigga, fuck fame nigga
I'mma treat this rap like the dope game nigga
I dont trust no nigga, and I need loyalty
I'm the midwest king treat me as royalty
Let me claim my throne and tilt my crown
You niggaz ain't bout no action, sit yo pussy ass down
[Chorus:]
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy-Pussy Ass Niggaz
Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz(c'mon)Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz

[Intro:]
Yeah..uhh..
Johnny what it do
Feel good, so good
Gettin paper nigga, so much paper man
Quarter mill off Sex Appeal
what you know about that.....Hey!
Eastside for life, I'm a Cleveland nigga
I'm gonna ride to the day I die, get high
Bury me with my chrome 4-5
[Chorus:]
Tell these haters I'm gettin, that dough
Make a hater wanna hate me even more
Tell me is it my swag, the way I ride
Cuz you frequently might see me in your trap
Tell these haters I'm gettin, that dough
I make a hater wanna hate me even more
Tell me is it my chain, my bling
Cuz a nigga simply Do The Damn Thing!
Tell these haters I'm gettin....
[Ray Cash:]
I'm gettin that dough, I make a hater wanna hate for sho
Cuz I'm here doing shows, gettin dough
Quarter mill off of Sex Appeal, you'nt know
Now blame it on the flow, blame it on the dro
It's alot of niggaz pissed cuz I hit they ho
But it wasnt my fault, the life I bought
She lookin at me wonder how much my jewels cost
I asked her was I fresh, she replied "yes"
Still captivated by the diamonds on my chest
I told her take a guess, couple for the watch, couple for the chain
Girl I Do The Damn Thing!
Don't forget the ring baby peep my swag
Got dro by the jar homie, I dont fuck with bags
I'm the realest rapper that this city ever had
Rick Realla's? in the building, you dont like it kiss my ass
Man we down to blast, catch us hanging out the window
If you want beef, dont think you knowin what you in for
Listen here fam, I'll blare em at your kinfolk
Until it blast I'm poppin tags, nigga watch me spend more
[Chorus]
[Bridge: x2]
Get Money!
Let em hate!
Ride big!
Push weight!
[Ray Cash:]
I'm gettin that cheese, and thats why you niggaz hatin on me
See now I understand, I'm the mothafuckin man
Doing what I wanna to do, you doing what you can
Got my gun up in my hand, Cartier frames
Cost over a grand man I see every thing
I did it for the paper, but they gave me the fame
So in return, hey..Do The Damn Thing!
I aint here to stunt, I aint come here to floss
I just came to tell you niggaz I'm the mothafuckin boss
And if you wanna rap, it just might cost
You might win some, but yo ass just lost..
[Chorus]
[Bridge: x2]
Get Money!
Let em hate!
Ride big!
Push weight!

Doin' mutherfuckin' favors man
Ay, where Atlanta at, what's happenin'?
Get drunk
It's your boy Ray Cash I'm goin' to the hood
I got my little nigga
State your name gangsta (Pooh Gutta! yeah)
It's goin' down right now man
Red grill what I claim
You know my mutherfuckin' name bitch
Holla, ready Pooh?
I got a couple bad bitches and they love to fuck
I pull it out their pussy and skeet on their butts
They call me Ray Dollas, Daddy for short
Mr. C-O-D bitch, fuck you thought
I'm still a pimp (pimp) with my own (own) you know
Got ho's clingin' and swingin' inside a Yugo
Trappin' is a habit, I do it on the daily
Look I ain't in the cabinet so it's fuck you pay me
Say Ray gone crazy, hustle drove him insane
Chrome ass nigga's mad 'cause we ain't eatin' the same
I don't know what you want but I will work like I got coupons
Need a fuckin' bread truck, y'all can eat the croutons
What you know about a turkey sandwich with grey poupon?
We work money scale, all on the guitar
Sendin' rubberbands in my pocket, and understood
What you dissin'? Show us here
Naw bitch, I'm in the hood
You got your hair pop (hair pop)
Your nails right (nails right)
That ass fat (ass fat)
That pussy tight (that pussy tight)
Niggas get this gwap, it's on it right
You hit the jackpot you're goin' home with me tonight
Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) what you say?
Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Bitch I'm paid
It's your boy Gutta, just set the record straight
I'm on the track with Ray (vrooom)
Now that's my pussy, Ray
Gwap nigga's rap real in that royal camp
And I got a lotta ho's but I love all my loyal tramps
Like Paris, she do whatever fun to do
We had to let her go (why?)
('Cause that bitch was a ho!)
We get paper and we get what we want
You nigga's can't even do that (say it)
(Aight nigga, you broke)
Have my paper, or shit'll get crazy
I have my main lady sing Rock-a-bye Baby
My gwap right so it's Eagles what we orderin'
Don't work that block right
We comin' from (? nose after Torres in?)
You got your hair pop (hair pop)
Your nails right (nails right)
That ass fat (ass fat)
That pussy tight (that pussy tight)
Niggas get this gwap, it's on it right
You hit the jackpot you're goin' home with me tonight
Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) what you say?
Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) Bitch I'm paid
Youngin' where you at?
I'm in the hood, what you doin'?
Gettin' money, where you at?
I'm in the hood, what you doin'?
Gettin' money, where you at?
I'm in the hood, what you doin'?
Gettin' money, what you doin'?
Gettin' money, what you doin'?
Gettin' money
Who them nigga's talkin' shit
Man fuck them mutherfuckers
Go on ahead and earn your stripes
Blocka-blocka-blocka-blocka
I went and picked up my youngin'
Told him take a ride with your uncle
Grandma's givin' it down there
'Cause when we gon' take a ride through these jungles
You know what I do with the flow and
You know I hustle on the humble
Aw, my little nigga NRG
(Now let's get ready to rumble!)
You got your hair pop (hair pop)
Your nails right (nails right)
That ass fat (ass fat)
That pussy tight (that pussy tight)
Niggas get this gwap, it's on it right
You hit the jackpot you're goin' home with me tonight
Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga) what you say?
Bitch I'm a gwap nigga (gwap nigga)
Gwap nigga (gwap nigga)

Uh, Yo...
I Feel Trapped, My Backs Against The Wall
I Sold Crack, I Made Stacks, But Im Destined To Fall
Anyway Yall, The Jail Cell Aint No Place For Me
Anyway Its Overcrowded Aint No Space For Me
Court Date No Way, Thats What They Hope To See
Can U Believe They Told Me Wasnt No Hope For Me?
That The Only Thing Out Here Was Dope For Me?
You Might As Well Got A Tree And A Rope For Me, Im Hangin
And I Got So Much Hate Inside
I Done Seen So Much Wrong Dawg My Fate Done Died
But Couldnt Let These Motherf**Ckers Take My Pride
Yeah I Was Hurtin But You Never Seen No Tears In My Eyes
And Everytime Im In These Streets My F**Kin Mom Was Cryin
Cause Of You, Inside, My F**Ckin Mom Was Diein
You Put Crack On These Streets, N**Gas Brains Is Fryin
Im Sick Of Your **It Im Sick Of Your Liein
Sick Of Hearin Bout A War On Drugs To Stop Crack
Nothin But A War On The Thug To Lock Up A Black
We Dont Own No Boats No Planes No Trains None Of That
You Brought It Over Here So Mother F**Ker Send It Back
And You Travel Space Other Planets Lookin For Martians
Kids In Your Own F**Kin Cities Is Starvin
Sendin Money To Feed People In The Third World Countries
Motherf**Cker Sleepin On The Street Dirty And Hungry
Cant Believe The Shit You Do, Know You Wrong
You The Reason Why She Dropped Out Now She Dance In A Thong
You The Reason Why I Spit With So Much Hate In This Song
My 1st Ammendmants Free Speech And B*Tch I Know I Aint Wrong
You The Reason Whya N*Gga Suffer From Paranoia
Cuz You They Judge, Your Motherf**Kin Brother They Lawer
You Runnin For Office In One State (?)
And Your Brothers The Governor, Coincidence? Naw..
You Call Yourself The Land Of The Free, Home Of The Brave
This Shit Belong To Me Bitch My People Were Slaves
F**K Forty Acres In The Mule Now, I Gotta Tool Now
And Im Just Waitin For One Of You Bitches To Move Now
Thought Hed Cool Down, Always Da Fire, And Im The Fuel Now
Lets See How Many People Shoot Up They Schools Now
Im The N**Ga They Hate To See, Thats Why These Bitches Cant Stand Face To Face Wit Me
Dawg Rap My Dawg Smoke Weed And Sell Crack
Well You Gave This Shit To Me Now Im Just Givin It Back
But Its Funny Im Gettin Money They Cant Deal With That
But Im The Truth In The Booth Im Just Spittin The Facts
F**Ck America Dawg...F**Ck America Dawg...
F**Ck America Dawg...F**Ck America Dawg...Yea.....F**Ck America Dawg...

That's right, uh, recognize real ghetto vision, nigga
Cleveland, open up ya' doors
I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88
Wit' a ounce but I'm bouncin' like I'm out here movin' weight
Bumpin Biggie in the pioneer as I reminisce
Before that it was Devils took 'em back to '96
I went down to Houston for some face
Mary Jane wit' a coincidence I'm blowin' swishas doin the same thing
Six-hundred for some big O's, 400 degrees
I'm a ho, Playaz Club, Ice Cube, Master P
And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got UGK
Ridin' dirty lookin' for that high life pimp what more can I say?
I'm just stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool
And I keep it for any nigga wanna be trippin' or foolin'
I'm just bumpin' my music as I'm spinnin' the ben
I'm bumpin' Pac, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Hen
Yeah, yeah, now as I spin in the ben
I'm bumpin' Pac picture me rollin' without spillin' my Hen
I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music
Bumpin' my music
Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door
Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow
Now back to the '84 big body to door
No blaze on the muhfucka but it still roll
Memba' what told you what I had stashed in the dash
Back in the past, well, now I got two O's
Ricky tells, two show, comin' out hard
Doors wide open, kids dancin' in the yard
While I'm stuntin' like Evel Knievel man
Bumpin' Cutlass, Monte Carlos and Rivas man
Rollin' in slow mo, like the whole block screwed
Like bill '79, bumpin' Devin the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep pumpin'
I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music
Bumpin' my music
Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door
Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow
I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music
Bumpin' my music
Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door
Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow
Hey, I like that shit you on, ya dig?
And I got some shit I'ma put you on
I'ma put you on that shit I be on
It was like fuck the police comin' straight from the underground
A young nigga blowin' Big comin' down
A nigga with the attitude easy re-in' Dre and Q
Creepin' up the avenue, that's how you had to do
Yes, I'm the rhythm, the rebel without a cause
Never lowerin' my level
I'm on some Chuck D shit from PE
Six in the mornin' I hustle with Ice T
Six in the evenin' I'm chillin' wit' Willy B
Leavin' out the nickel I'm bumpin' some Kool G. Rap
Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps
I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the kool aid pack
And now I got a brotha by the name of Warren Lee
Hot shot Regal illegal, like Marley
I get down like I'm BDP
Ass blaster like blast faster cocked and squeeze
I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music
Bumpin' my music
Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door
Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow
I'm just bumpin' my music, music, music
Bumpin' my music
Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door
Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow

[Ray Cash:]
I know this aint life man. I know I aint here just for this man. Theres gotta be a better way man.
Gotta be.
[Verse 1:]
[Ray Cash]
Scene one, mother looks into a new borns eyes while thanking god for the gift of spirit hits as she crys. While on the other side another mother is cryin. She just watched a life she brought in the world painfully die and while the other mother holds her baby close to her breast. Other mother question god cuz she copin with death. Heart heavey soul hollow. Hope came in and left. But a women once filled with joy screams "They killed my boy." Somethin that the other mother hopes to avoid. Livin with a sense of loneliness, she feelin a void. A brand new baby boy, what a beautiful thing. Momma's only 17, didn't consider her dreams. Her pops got popped and her moms was a fiend. A unity inside a family, amongst other things. While the other mother droped to her knees and screamed with her face to the sky as she asked god why? But I know..
[Chorus:]
We gonna make it out one day. Theres gotta be a better way. Don't understand the pain I feel but I'm hard to heal, this life's so real. We gonna make it out one day. Theres gotta be a better way. Don't understand the pain I feel but I'm hard to heal, this life's so real.
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Kids home, cryin. The baby need pampers. Moms steady cryin, stomach ache cuz she's famish. Gotta chain smokin and though she know its cancerous. Thats life and its happenin. She livin for today uh. You can count her stresses from my hand full of grace. Her heart achin hands shakin as she wipe her tears away (dear god). As she pray provide a mill a day. Lord my baby bottle empty. Fill it halfway. Life's real. Mother strugglin. Kids suffer. A lot of fathers in jail they handcuffed 'em. For intent to sell a white substance. To provide a mill for his wife and her strugglins. His intentions was good. But still some are judgin. And label him a statue of a fool like Dave Ruppert. I thought somehow some way we supposed to make it out this ____. But still this can't be life, this can't be right.
[Chorus]
Theres a better way man. Theres gotta be. Can't be life man.
[Verse 3: Ray Cash]
Lord knows that I thank him every day that I rise. Though at times scared to open my eyes (I'm scared). I'm wonderin if its a new day I did my wish. Wit death come a life. Hopin the gates, hopin to go inside. As I open my eyes, I'm pissed off that the sun still shine. Maybe tomorrow, he'll call and do time. As I try to wait, light me cigarette and inhale my graze. Take the smoke up through my nose to help me shorten my days. The newspaper front page read 9/11. Hope the victims try and bine in heaven (Damn)(God bless). As the world still turns my cigarette burn. Put my ashes in my urn, still waitin my turn. I know it was in front of me, too busy lookin behind. Searchin for somethin not knowin what I'm searchin to find. My ____ in the same boat. Blind leadin the blind. Homie, for money he starvin. I'll just feed him with mine in due time.

This world is crazy
Holdin on tight, trying hard just to keep control
Dont let go
But dont worry baby
I'll show you tonight a way to sooth your soul
C'mon baby, let's go
Oh, I know your achin' baby
But im gonna hold you tight
Until you stop all this shakin'
Put a little ass on it
(oh, you got to listen baby)
Put a little ass on it
(feel the smooth baby)
Put a little ass on it
(like a baby, like a baby)
Put a little ass on it
(listen, oh listen baby)
Everybody's running
Running to nowhere
Or just running away
Losing their way
But help is coming
Gotta have faith
In a better way
A brighter day
Oh, I know you're lost and searchin'
But now I'm gonna show you how
To stop all this hurtin'
Put a little ass on it
(oh, you got to listen baby)
Put a little ass on it
(feel the smooth baby)
Put a little ass on it
(like a baby, like a baby)
Put a little ass on it
(listen, oh listen baby)
I know the sun ain't where it's supposed to be
I know your heart was broke
But baby believe in me
I'm gonna show you something
That's gonna make it better
I just need you to follow