Hustlenomics
eh joc
wud up nigga?
a nigga quick produced this shit?
Hell yeah
shit crazy homie
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
Razor blade hecklered and cocked,
In California niggas back on the block,
I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these
All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys man even Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses
I was 16 then, little nigga inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire
If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire
and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha)
Nah, fuck you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' fuck you bitch
On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb-hot
And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course
Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so
Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, nigga you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids,
fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!)
Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs,
I fuck with real Gs, like the Diplomats
When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense
Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls
Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
(Jones! Jackal!)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its good)
You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit)
And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah)
Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish)
Either or, there was no inbetween, (no)
It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money)
20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper)
Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly)
Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?)
The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what)
In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin')
till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride)
Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow)
He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
y'all know who I be?
haha who you be nigga?
Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut
throat niggas, muthafucka we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga,
thuggin piece of my nigga, free my muthafuckin dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm
leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the muthafuckin chevy nigga, ya we up to no
Dat nigga might be dope though.
Naw dat ain't dope.
Dat nigga young, what is this nigga 23?
He on''t even remember the "Smurfs" the "Snorks" or nothin'.
Young ass nigga, what is he rappin' about?
What the fuck is he....
what could he be talkin bout right now in 2006 that ain't nobody else talkin' bout?
Dat nigga might be dope though.
Naw dat ain't dope.
Dat nigga young, what is this nigga 23?
He on''t even remember the "Smurfs" the "Snorks" or nothin'.
Young ass nigga, what is he rappin' about?
What the fuck is he....
Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
I hear you daddy
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, I'm blowin' on some good lime, skatin' down two eighty-five
Wouldn't believe half of the shit that's skatin' through a nigga mind
Seven forty-five complimented with leather and wood
Chickens on my dick, 'cause a nigga fresh and smellin good
Jack boys plottin' for my stacks on deck
Wanna put the tech to my chest for the ice on my neck
Oh yeah, it's easy to attain it all, harder to maintain it all
If you want a perfect picture only God can paint it dawg
Niggaz in these videos with multi-platinum projects
Can't even get credit cards and they momma stay in projects
How is that? Scracth my head, somethin' don't seem right
Your teeth full of ice so when you smile I seen lights
Seems like I'm hatin', I'm just statin' the facts
I ain't fin' ta smile in your face and put a blade in your back
Now, now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks
'Cause everything ain't picture perfect nigga listen to the hook
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, I'm off in Magic City, trickin' off on ass and titties
Bitches blowin' me kisses, makin' me wanna hit it
I must admit it got a good chick and she been holdin' me down
But I ain't fuck around, there's too much shit goin' 'round
Like the rims on my pickup, scared to get my dick sucked
Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces to the fuckin' puzzle
I'm affiliated with niggaz who murder rob and hustle
Plus you think I'm ballin' 'cause I'm poppin' Crist' and spendin' G's
I'm just tryin' to drink away the pain that killed my nigga Steve
Nigga please, I ain't shit, cookies and cream
Feelin' like Marvin, it make me wanna holla and scream
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
Now half the shit you doin' already been done
And that's why half my niggaz dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient, it don't last always
Niggaz trap all night, in project hallways
All day long, niggaz front like stars
On them big ass rims, that cost more than they cars
Spent three hundred on the outfit, a hundred on some Nikes
But his baby needs wipes diapers and Pedialite
And you probably got a cousin, brother or a friend
And this song sound like him from beginnin' to end
Then again it might be me and I'm tired of the nonsense
Can't sleep at night 'cause I got a guilty conscience
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see?
Can't you see? Can't you see?
(Ohhh!) Uh-huh (Shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City (Here it is)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron
(Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up
Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo-ooh, shit!)
(Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha
Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?)
Take that shit to the motherfucking head, to the flo' nigga
Let's go
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron, so get like me
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A
When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier
Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates
Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates
I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps
Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps
I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches
From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's
Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr
Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr
Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch
See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts
Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets
Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic
Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge
Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet
I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze
Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees
Mister V.I.P., get it like me
Ice piece on my wife beat I call it Ice-T
Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick
My swag so mean need anger management
You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit
These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it
Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch
Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar
Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar
I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge
I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star
You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God
Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large
Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang
Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang
Pull up to curb, cut it to the left
My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps
I just see what I want, then I go get it
The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it
So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool
I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools
I hustle all day, that's just how I live
Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills
Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P.
And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see
Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's
I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron
So gone that Patron, so get like me
Get like me, get like me
Now showing
New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted
In an action packed movie about gunfights
grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money
Oh you already know what it is folk
Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's coming
Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop
Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks
My intuition tells me, here come the cops
First nigga run, last nigga get knocked
A couple hours later when it's time to get bonded
Ten percent of four stacks cost you four hundred
I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted
Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm running
New Joc City!
210, we have a visual on the subject
Roger that
(Five-oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five-oh nigga
(Oh shit!) Nigga that's five-oh (Run nigga!)
Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire
It's hot like the thermostat was set on high
I need another spot just to stash those pies
I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by
I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh
The first time she get wrong it time to check her
Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up
I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up
The saga continues
Baby see who the fuck who it is
I don't know!
You got, you got somebody coming over here?
Nah, I mean, you know nobody coming this late
Man, who the fuck is that man
Them motherfuckers acting
like they trying to get in though man - OH SHIT!
That's when the do' swang open like WHAM
Niggaz pointing choppers at me like Uncle Sam
Thanking to myself "What the fuck, God damn"
I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam
I'm looking at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him
He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum
I tell him, the block's in that box on the flo'
But if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode
New Joc City!
10 seconds 'til detonation
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye
(kaboom)
This has been another Bad Boy South
Block Entertainment production
[Lil Boi]
This a nitty beat (boing)
[Nitty]
Here we go again
Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)
You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)
Dis nigga go by the name of jock (jock?)
He resides in collegepark (collegepark cp)
But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)
[Verse 1]
Niggaz in my face
Damn near er' day
Askin a million questions like
Jock where ya stay
Tell 'em collegepark
Where they chop cars
Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
I'm on that patron so get like me
69 cutlass wit the bucket seat
Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If a girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down
[verse 2]
Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work make the block bump
Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope boi magic seven days a week
Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
Bitches in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls like girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Time to set it off let these nigga know
Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know
I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye
Ask 'em how I know its me surprise!
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back blow the kush in they face
Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yung Joc...
Nitty strikes again
This a Nitty beat
Playmaker
So So Def motherfucker
(feat. Bun B, Young Dro)
[INTRO (Yung Joc)]
Is that right?
Block
Hustlenomic$
BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go
[Chorus]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
You can catch me in the A
Check my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
And I a true balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?
[Chorus x2]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
Rocks stop comin i'll probly sell codeine
Shoot a nigga ear off from up da street, no beam
Work for my cousin down in Florida named Dorien
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell 'em again they see it man, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin 'bach cost
30" Ashantis on the Escalade Lac cost
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rap talk
Catch me out on Simpson road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and bought
Jewelry, scurse(excuse) me
Eights on da donk make it hard to steerin wheel
Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I got the fists of fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general I'm surely man I sittin perty(pretty)
I got this shit locked, tell mama don't worry
[Chorus x2]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
[Verse 3: Bun-B]
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so
No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow
Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp
Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too
Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla
Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type
[Chorus x3]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah)
Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah)
You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha
Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now
E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G.
Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak
Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood
350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good
Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could
On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood
Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies
I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies
Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck
Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp
Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp
If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc
The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop
Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin
And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question
Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin
I love the streets boi, I fuck with D boy
Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy
Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe
So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!)
I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe
All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo'
From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood
Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would
Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel
I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live
Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man!
C'mon check this out
Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$
The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished
I know, you see it, think twice to believe it
Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming
Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back
The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack
C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill
All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting
Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming
All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping
Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder
I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer
A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?
My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!"
I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope
Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk
Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty
Blue star keep a nigga riding cuji
If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go
Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord
I beat the block up
You can hear me when I'm coming
If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming
My niggas flip birds
Your niggas flip burgers
My niggas got work
Your niggas just workers
My niggas, we get heard
Your niggas is unheard of
My niggas murder
Your niggas get murdered
My niggas win niggas
Your niggas get drenched
My niggas play the field
Your niggas ride bench
My niggas is quarterbacks
Your niggas just receive
With a single flinch boy, your niggas retreat
My niggas take the coke and they let the shit cook
Your niggas experiment with dope and get hooked
Now ain't that something, let the story get told
As the plot thickens and the script unfolds
I get back around three
We can do it more again
Message to them hater middle finger to the wind
Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk
Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk
Everybody know that I do it for the hood
Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good
Word on the street, Joc got the heat
Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet
Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money
When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money
My wrist gone froze
Make em jump out of they clothes
Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go
Ha ha ha, nigga
Rookie of the year, play ya position nigga, ya'll fuck boys stop ya husstling, ya'll niggas know how we do it.
Ya'll know what it is.
All the way from the motherfucking west side to the south side nigga.
ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny.
What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh.
Rest in peace my nigga Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the motherfucking south side nigga.
College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P nigga. What it is. I see ya out
there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigga? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya nigga. Ain't nothing but
love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. Bitch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up
What it is man (sup?)
Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' know somethin? (What'chu wanna know nigga?)
I'ma take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man
(Preach on) Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money
Your re-up shit ain't right (nope, nope)
Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
(Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y'all
This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin
You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin
Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Like AT&T; I reach out and I touch a man
Or I can let it go cause it ain't nuttin man
But naw it's the principle so fuck what you sayin
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that
So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback (shhh)
Cause you don't want to piss me off
And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal
See I cain't help it, that's just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown
Yeahhh I know, you think I'm bluffin
'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in
Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in
You say "I don't know" then your blood start gushin
I done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice)
Fuckin with my paper, you're fuckin wit'cha life (wit'cha life)
Don't play with it (blam) don't play with it (blam)
Don't play with it (blam) nigga don't play with it (blam)
Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man
Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand
Fuckin with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast
Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag
Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad
Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah)
I ain't trippin now I'm lettin 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat
Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that?
I ain't feelin that, pay me for my fuckin pack
E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that (nah)
See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out
Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot
Better know the repercussions fuckin with my dividends
Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain't tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin
All I'm sayin; don't try to play me like I'm soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off
That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce
Fuckin with my paper - ye ain't right
I'ma send them gators - in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater - in front your wife
No one can save ya - put out your lights
C'mon man
That ain't how you do the shit bruh
Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit
That ain't the shit to be fuckin with
It's hard out'chea in these streets nigga
Fuckin people fuckin wit'cha
Niggaz rattin and shit
That ain't what's up dawg
It's the big dawg Diesel
Babe, if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
You on that dumb shit ain't wit it man
That's the main reason murders get committed man
It can go down any minute man
Goon squad jump out, that black on black mini-van
So you better be quick and on your toes
Where them chopper bullets stop, nobody knows
Babies cryin', niggaz dyin' all over the place
Momma cryin' 'cause there's blood all over her face
This is not a game, this is not a test
Swiss cheese your brain, mayne you'll be laid to rest
I'll bust your head ask questions later
Throw the deuces, sayonara to you haters
Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I don't know your bitch, she don't know me either
I suggest you keep it movin' if you wanna keep her
You don't want these problems, that's a bad idea
Machete'll have your ass runnin' like diarrhea
Nobody move nobody get hurt, shit
If I pull that tool, everybody hit the dirt, look
This could be avoided only if you keep your cool nigga
Act like you grown instead of still in middle school nigga
You really want this beef bruh
Put in back in the freezer
You'll freeze up when I pull the heat
Then squeeze from the knees up
This is not a game this is not a test
Slow your roll or you'll be laid to rest
Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
Yeah, I'll sell you wet dope just to make it weigh right
Call them boys, set you up in broad daylight
Yeah I'll bang your bitch I'll do you bad
Nine months later, now she screamin' you're the dad
If you lose your bump, say I never found the shit
If I owe ya guap', pay your ass with counterfeit
Oh yeah, I'll flex ya nigga, don't think I can't
Have my broad put some suger in your gas tank
Cut your brake line, slash your back tire
When you crank your car your engine catch fire
Then now I don't know what you've been told
But these are brief descriptions of how this hood go
Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
(Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
Hustlenomics!
Pull out the chevrolets nigga
(Well if dey gon' pull 'em out, what years dey need to pull out trick ?)
Pull out da 71's, 72's & 76 nigga
(Ha ha, well tell 'em who ya is shawty)
Don dadda, dunk rida
(See what did, i said, imma go & get me a eal nigga who know bout' muthafuckin chevy's
Inside & out, from the muthafuckin digi-dash to da muthafuckin pipes)
U betta b-lieve it
(U know who it is, trick daddy, yung joc, lets go)
I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
64 chevrolet ssm, 24 suntan dat fresh pimp
U think im ridin peanut butter, naw dats chocolate chip
I luv da way the paint drip, luv da way the paint flip
Got the antique step, fishbowl lamp
415 beat'n wit da 2 stolen amps
Either way wit da butterfly, doors on suicide, 5 % tint keep dem ho's guessin who inside
Now da neighbors mad cuz my feet down low,
Now da haters mad cuz dey freaks down low
Yeah da color scheme match dese new gucci loafers,
Plastic on da seats like my grandmama sofa
I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
I got da work to match da hard top, fresh out da supermart
Err'where i go dey follow da car show
Yo, i hit a right, dey hit a right
I hit da gas & leave dey ass bout 4 or 5 lights
Gettin followed by dese bougie broads, because dey like da car
Dey dig my swag, too bad bitch, dis aint for yall
Dis for dem bottom bitches, all about da dolla bitches
Independent, but luv fuckin wit real niggaz
Dis for my thug niggaz, gettin rich drug dealin
My trap stars wit big walls & fast cars
Dunk ridin, trunk poundin, glass-housing, now dats some real down south shit
I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
Da grill on my chevy like tv juggins
Smile so bright, u can see me comin
Say u wanna race, playboy we can run it
Say u got a hemi, my chevy'll out run it
I hope u got navigation cuz pimpin u lost
Police think u smokin good, dats jus my exhaust
Betta get some anti-freeze & let'cha shit cool off
Minks on my flo', bitch, take ya shoes off
Treat my chevy like a lac, dont slam my doors
Im ridin like a mac, backseat full of ho's
I got a cush pack, we gon blow dis whole oathe
Mattafact let'cha seat back & ride out slow
I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
Come chill wit me, if u wanna see what im ridin on
I might even take u home, i might even take u home
In my chevy...
(What'chu ridin on ?) dubs
(What'chu ridin on ?) dueces
(What'chu ridin on ?) tres
(What'chu ridin on ?) fours
(What'chu ridin on ?) sixes
(What'chu ridin on ?) eights
(What'chu ridin on ?) thirty's
Listen to what i say
(What'chu ridin on ?) dubs
(What'chu ridin on ?) dueces
(What'chu ridin on ?) tres
(What'chu ridin on ?) fours
(What'chu ridin on ?) sixes
(What'chu ridin on ?) eights
Yung joc (sup)
What it do nephew
All brand new sh*t
It aint my fault
(it's not my fault partna)
That everything you get is used
(you prolly cant help that)
And i buy all my sh*t brand new
(i dont have a problem with spending the money ya know)
When i walk into the room they choose
(i mean im yung joc man)
Cuz they know my whips my ice is brand new
From my fitted down to my shoes
I enter the room and your b*tch might choose
Look me up and down from my head to toe
They point the exit then i tell em lets go
S5 dont forget the fifty
What it cost me? about a hundred fifty
Damn whats this? why so sticky
Thats good kush woulda cost ya bout a hundred fifty
Still on another level still brand new
Lookin at the sky through that panaromic view
She say she like my jeans even like my sneaks
Thats the new guccis 500 a piece
I make her smile and i smile back
Check the doors caddystones ya i bought that
Baby we can go to paris or toronto
Brand new shades whose that
Never drive the same car twice
You still buying chains
Im in there chipping ice
Ya know is it real or fake
How much a killa make
Im bout owning something ya digg real estate
Im in the '08 escalade with brand new gucci shades
Im flanging it singing it we staying up for days
You know my entourage i does it extra large
Blue bezels for my nizzles double what you charge
So whenever u see me you know im fresh2death
French tip on my nails and now my hair is fresh
In some brand new clothes with some brand new hoes
Is that phantom doors on that brand new rolls
On another level blue rose petals and when
I walk the the block i make everyone wanna talk alot
To brag and boast that aint my style
To high signing and profile
I'd rather blow a pound with my pound and do what you say
I let her fantasize
Im a fanstay
She couldnt fathom us f*cking on top of phantom seats
Now we worldwide speaking different laguages
Now can ya hang with it
Im a boss girl you looking for a job
F*ck me on your lunch break and you're sure to star
Get a raise when that brain keep me in a daze
Custom made suede gucci shoes im on another page
And my money so long
My money so long
I sware my money so long
Versalagos just for the car doors
This the main event those niggers is side shows
Where i reside oh you consider the side oh
Ashtray and peanuts its time to slide off
Where i reside oh you consider the side oh
Ashtray and peanuts its time you slide off
Yung joc what it do nephew
All brand new sh*t
Dat boi
Im gonna smoke on out like that dere
Im gonna jump off in this brand new car i got
Brand new shoes brand new outfit
This brand new sac of chronic i got
Now im lookin a this b*tch like oh ya im acting all brand new
I dont even know you fo real
Thats the business
See ya
It aint my fault
It aint my fault
It aint my fault
Everything you got is used
Thats a used chain
Nigga had that chain on like 4 years ago
There some used shoes you got
Your automobile is used
Nigga you dont even...all that shit nigga
Your b*tch is used too nigga
Yeah it's all hood though
It aint my fault
We just gonna keep doing it
So brand new
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
I pull up to the club, jumpin out of rovers, lookin like a car show, dats da way we roll up
Dope bois showi luv, all da ho's know of us
Need extra security, dey know dey cant controll us,
I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker
So I v.i.p my way standin on da sofas
U can watch me demostrate, da way a playa possed ta, I don burried cha weight, u know we throw dem toasts up
Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it, finna set-up shop, well we aint even worried bout it
Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pies
I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat'll get dat work up out 'em
I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk yea u smell dat fruity fruit ? err'time da wind blow
I throw away dat chump change, im all abot dat bigga dough
Joc he a hood nigga, jus like Gorilla Zoe
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin,
When dem ho's start jockin, bottles start poppin,
When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin
Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin,
Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back,
I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back,
She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall,
She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dwags
Got boi's in da club comin straight from the trap,
Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks
We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs,
Got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs,
Now da 4o dont stop cuz dey we got dat guap,
She gon' make ha booty clap & imma throw another knot,
When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap,
Bottle poppin ova herr, tell da dj bring it back
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
When my nigga steve died,
U know we popped dem bottles,
Nigga's tried to run & hide,
We went lookin wit dem choppa's,
Now its time to take a ride in dat all black impala,
If u niggas think im lyin' I put dat on my momma,
& dats y err'time, his birthday come up,
Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up
Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drug up,
Fo my nigga, im a clown
Like the numba 1 stunna
Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two
Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho' "im felling u"
Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dats what im finna do,
Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to ?"
Den she started blushing, tell me bring a friend or two
A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut ha' like a gin-su
Flexin knots of money, dats da shit beginna's do
She know im gettin money & she wann be a winna too !!!
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
Y'all know who it is
Ha ha
Back for the second round
Sophomore
Fuck a jinx, nigga
Let me talk to y'all
Well I guess it's safe to say I'm on my job
And everything I say seems to come from the heart
And even if you hate, you gotta play your part
Or just sit back and see the way I play my cards
Okay I'm back, sit back and listen
First album platinum plaques, now watch it glisten
The baddest broads, The fastest cars
I'm sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours
But since it ain't, y'all niggas said I can't
Y'all laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank (Ha ha)
Now I'ma let it happen cause we ain't gotta start
Haters mad at me cause I'm on my job
I congratulate you, somebody's gotta do it
I'm not mad, I'm used to it
And if you feel the same, then you's a friend of mine
Won't you tell the lames? Don't get out of line
Play your cards
Don't get out of line hoe
Call it Hustlenomics, hustle by any means
I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes
And not enough fingers for me to count on
My stock's way up, call me Dow Jones
I been around the world, in almost every hood
I walk in anywhere, my face card is very good
And they don't play round down in H-Town
Take ya to the bottom, I'm talkin Dade county
I'll take you out west in them low lows
You scared to rep your set, that's a no no
I take you back to the A-Town, head down
Play round, I'll make them boys make you lay it down
I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention
Respect the grind, respect my intuition
Don't get out of line, Just look and listen
And soon you'll find I'm what you been missing
And the bottom line is I'm on the clock
24/7, the hustle don't stop
Yeah I'm from the A, that's my stomping grounds
But if you on your job, we stand on common grounds
Ay, Cool & Dre
Y'all know what it is
Hustle or get hustled, nigga
I know you see these 10 pounds around my neck
The H by itself, 3 nigga
You see the dookie roll, that's 7
Count it up, 10 nigga
Been there and I done that
Block E-N-T
See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars
I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood
They call me Pak Man shorty
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name
2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name
(Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man)
I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man
(See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man)
So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man)
(Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus)
(Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up)
So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood
(Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood~!)
So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park)
So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn)
So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones)
So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun)
Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin
So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock)
Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc)
Why T.I.? (Cause T.I. he the king)
(Jeezy say YEAHHHHHHHHH on everything)
(I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin)
(Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic$)
HUSTLENOMIC$! (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what?
((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA
(I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean)
(Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow
(I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's)
(In my hood just like Ball and 'JG)
Let me show you how it's done, ay
Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left
With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath
Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin
Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man)
P-P-P-Pak Man
Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it
Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old
But I was always told man, do what'cha do
Ay you know what, eh-heh
When I started recordin this album
I said I wasn't gonna do a, y'know dear momma type of record but
I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma
But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that
if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma
SHIT~! I got to have her
Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma
But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl, like my momma
I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under
Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start
This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade
The angel that I call momma was sent by God
Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard
Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy
Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy
Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin
Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin
When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due
Mom was a O.G., did what she had to
I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal
Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional
I love my momma
Yo, yo
I remember - my first BMX, she showed me how to ride
She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes
Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs
She could take Spam and make a first class meal
When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried
And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time
Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong
Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long
We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown
She played both roles, king and queen of the throne
I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest
This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it
I love my momma
I'ma try to stop the music one time
Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon
Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
If you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out
You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out
Momma you stayed down, you never faked it
Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it
And when I had a son, they said I need a job
That's when you told me son, just follow your heart
And so I did that, I went through all the drama
when i saw the beauty of my mother
when i held a new born baby
when i felt all the joys of the world
when i breathed all the air and sunsine]
when i see progess
when i life
when i feel good
whn i know i have made a differene
when i could do no wrong
when life gives me a second chance
when granma says heaven is so beauiful
chorus
Its no just a word.
love is everything
love is what keps me going
love knocks down hate
love is the ruler
If i were without love i would feel paralsed
if i were without love i would feel blind
if i were without love i would feel lost
if i were without love i would be dying
if i were withou love i would hate everything
if i were without love i would b a destroyer
if i were without love i would be a sabotge
if i were without loe i would be insecure
chorus
but i am with love
but i am in love
but i am loved
but i am beloved
so i spread the love far and wide
all my bothers are behind me now
they cry my tears and fight my battles
through their music never a weapon or violence
but always with love
our lov gave us a black president
our love opened up uncle toms cabin again
our love teaches everyone.
I'm just, livin the life, of a young baller shot caller
Dope rider don't mind me I'm just doin my thang
Livin the life, of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money money hey
Livin the life
Livin the life, livin the life, livin the life
(I'ma live every day like a holiday)
(Gotta get to the money, get get to the money)
I've been around the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho'
Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know
Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked
Been gettin money since my debut dropped (CHA-CHING~!)
Pop a couple tabs with my man and them
Date an international chick now I'm landin them
International suites now I'm stayin in them
International freaks I'm playin with them
I can porco hoes, hit the sand with them
We fuck all night then I abandon them
Take a top model chick to the cabin man
Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin man
She call a few friends, run a caravan
I call a few friends, I love sharin man
You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
Nigga Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram
She love takin snapshots on the phone cam
Knockin out a ringtone that's a jam
I see shit that every nigga don't see
I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree
Convinced her to skip town, just her and me
Hit the P and bank exchange my currency
Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late
Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the states
M-I-A yo or Cuban bistro
Feel the wind blow, from the seasho'
Six hour flight back to the West coast
Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin close
Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her
I got some nerve to take this picture
Now you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me, and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G, and I gets mine
Yeah I can't lie man, I done seen amazing places
Amazing broads with amazing faces
Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
Baby let's rinse off, we bathin naked
Time to change clothes, we Bathing Ape it
This lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it
Leave no paper trail, the feds can't trace it
Blow a couple hundred thou' around the world, let's make it
Now you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me, and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
First thang first, I like all kinda hoes
Some go to Spelman, some dance with no clothes
Momma name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thang
When I throw the dick, they come back like boomerangs
Beat the pussy up like a old beat machine
'Whoomp, There it is', bring a friend, Tag Team
Then I beat her mouth like the woofers in my vert'
I give her Tylenol 'cause she say her jaws hurt
Meet a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true
Baby, when I cum, guarantee you cum too
And like Three 6, the dick 'Hypnotize Minds'
I put that on my momma baby if you think I'm lyin'
Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
All night, I'ma beat it up
That mouth, I'ma beat it up
That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
One plus one, yep, that equals two
Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you
Just the way I like 'em, straight A-Town
Meet me in the room, guaranteed to go down
Now your baby daddy mad, you went and spilled the beans
Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team
I turn virgins into sex fiends
I turn nightmares into wet dreams
Make her juice box wet, make her thank she on her cycle
Hit her from the back when I grab her by her micros
Make her touch her toes 'til her knees turn weak
Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep
Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
All night, I'ma beat it up
That mouth, I'ma beat it up
That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
When it's time for round three, strap on another glove
T.K.O., now the hoe all in love
She love to call me Tyson when I nibble on her ear
I hit her with a combo, now she call me Holyfield
I know it sounds vulgar but that's the way she like it
Got the world's biggest shh, don't matter, just don't bite it
No, I'm not conceited but see, I keep it trill
Playboy, shawty, Mr. Black & Decker Drill
If your girl say my name, please don't take offense
Handle it like gents or get in some gangsta shit
Now I don't thank it's worth it if you really want the truth
'Cause at this present time, she givin' brain in the booth
Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
All night, I'ma beat it up
That mouth, I'ma beat it up
That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
Yeah, I been there and I done that
Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
All night, I'ma beat it up
That mouth, I'ma beat it up
That back, I'ma beat it up
Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
All night, I'ma beat it up
That mouth, I'ma beat it up
That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right
Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga (I'm him)
Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka (I'm him)
Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga (well I'm Him)
Have ya ever (I'm him)
have Ya ever (I'm him)
I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song.
Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a fuck boy?
Dats absent mind, aint nan notha chevy out here fast as mine.
26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time.
Im da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, dont get served.
And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition.
If ya work good, jus hold out.
So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back.
Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat.
In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat.
Now days its ya jays and bomber coke.
Yall cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons.
Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me u as soft as a woman.
Bitches will never know how i get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine.
Yeah, dats how its done round here, quiet as kept nigga Im da Don round here.
Now check my rapsheet, I aint a convict,
Go jail get rite out, aint dat Don shit.
I know alot of cats, real hood niggas.
Some kill, some steal, some good niggas.
But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me.
Yung J-O-C come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D.
I give ya brain freeze, Im so raw.
Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw.
Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk.
Ya brought it on yaself,
Its yo fault.
Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope?
Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I'm like inny meeny minny mo (mo)
How many niggas in the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
Now you can call me tipdrill (drill), playing my song (song)
Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thong (thong)
When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone (with my phone)
She love my cologne, I call it perk body zone (body zone)
Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down (it's goin' down)
Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round" (another round)
And when I make it rain, money all over the ground (the ground)
Fresh force ones, Sean John button down (button down)
And then I'm like "oh (oh) boy (boy), a clique fulla stars (stars)"
Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars
At the end of the day, when it's all said and done (done)
I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one (one)
Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (see it)
I'm like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas in the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I'm like bim bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I ain't never been the type to show off in the club (club)
Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of (of)
Bub, don't smoke but I got much perk (perk)
Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp (hey)
Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song (song)
Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue (lemme feel your tongue)
It's T, miss B nigga, let me get you laced (laced)
Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face
I ain't talking cush nigga, I'm talking a rat race
So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste
Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop
My bitches are superstars, so gushy you need a mop
Inny meeny minny mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I'm like bim (bim ) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it)
I'm like inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many niggas in the club won't go
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck
New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow
Got a Mohawk blowin', air forces that glow
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
How many bitches from the club won't go
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it)
I'm like inny (inny) meeny (meeny) mo (mo)
How many niggas in the club won't go
Ya see son, there's a lot of goddamn things dat im good at (um-hm)
& hustlin is one of 'em, dat all i've ever did (yeah)
Ya know what im sayin' , y-y-you gotta know when, to sell da mercedes, back to da benz
U see, d-d-dats some classic shit (right)
Ya see, cuz im da flip of da flippa
See dey called me flippa when i was comin up (flippa ?)
If u aint got no name in dese screets, u aint gon' be shit son (right)
Now see, u don' made a name for yo'self doin ya own kinda hustlenomics
U see what im sayin ? dat what dis game is all about, hustlenomics son (yeah)
Now see-s-s-see, muthafuckin nigga, gon' try to trick me,
Outta some change dat i don' already muthafuckin made
& it happened to be some change, dat i don' put on him
U see now im whoopin' his ass wit his own shit
See dem hustlenomics (yeah), dem hustlenomics
See u gotta know how to flip (well lemme talk to 'em dad) u flip,
Dats why dey called me flippa son
My momma was a hustla (yeah),
My daddy was too
Dey both played da streets,
Did what dey had to do(do)
Dats all i've ever known, i guess to say its in my veins,
My daddy ran numbers (dollas),
& he sold cocaine
My momma sold da weed, dats all i've ever seen her do (i seen 'er)
I seen 'er smoke a lil hard, but dats between me & u (shhhh...)
Now da question stands, "joc, whats ya hustle nigga"
Plan my work & work my plan, dats my hustle nigga (hustle nigga)
I mean listen (im listenin)
By no means, ways, shapes, or form of fashion (right)
Do i mean to a... u know slander your character, or offend you (i mean. its okay, say it)
But, u know what sets u aside from all the other quote on quote hustlers
I mean, im hearing this termonology or should i say this new reacting (right)
Using hustle-nomics (hustlenomics, dats right)
Could'ju do me a favor (whats up)
If u dont mind, if u hav the time to joc, (okay) can u elaborate (i see, well lemme talk to 'em shawty)
Well lemme spell my name its h-u-s-t-l-e
U wanna know da smell of money well hell smell me
Yall niggas dont understand, yall nigga hooked on phonics
Well me on da other hand, im hooked on hustlnomics
I buy da work really cheap, mark it up a couple hunned
Check my re-up, re-invested, while ya'll suckas out derr stuntin
Wonderin what i do, potna mind ya own bizz...
I aint finna play wit'cha, i got my own kids!
Boy im so proud of you
Boy i tell ya, takin after my own heart, see ha
Goin platinum & err'thing, like dat
See ya daddy was born platinum, boy
& im gon' die platinum, huh
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)
Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherfuckin feds come knockin
The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now
I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)
Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
Hustlenomic$ is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherfuckin attention
This is what I do
Like I said, if you listen to this shit
Lets play Hustlemania!
I will be your host, Randell O.G. Cartright The Third.
Last weeks contestants won over 1 million dollars cash in prizes.
This weeks contestant is Pak Man.
Tonights show is brought to you by Hush Lotion.
If you're not sure, dont raise your hands, just Hushhhhhhh.
Okay Pak man, are you ready to play Hustlemania?
ay you know it
okay if you would please, if could you please pick a topic from our hustlemania category.
Yup, Ill take Got it for the low for a stack
and so it is, got it for the low for a stack
okay the question is, theres an 07 S550 mercades yung joc edition, with Ashanti's 22s, butterfly doors, refrigerated hccs worth over 200,000 dollars, how much would it be worth in the trap?
well we aint payin full price for nuthin, half pimp
Oh My god and he gets it right for a stack! Wow Pak Man you musta graduated from the IVY league.
i aint never heard that before
alright, if you could pick another from our Hustlemania category!
Ahh imma stay with what i know carright, got if for the low!
So be it! Got it for the low for 10 stack.
Okay Theres 3 60inch Sony HD ready Flat Screens, A Brand new Frank Mular Icy Wrist Watch and a new set of 24" Dravins with 7" lips, and Pirellis Zero Rubberbands. Where would you go first?
A. The Police to make a great deal and cash in on your award.
B. Your Momma.
C. The Trap
D. None of the Above
Boy Im not a snitch, my momma woulda whoop my ass, so you know its the trap.
Oh my Pak Man guess what?
what?
you've just 1 million dollars in the hustlemania!
OHHHHHHH!! Its goin down up in here
are you serious
wo wo wo wo
pak man, you've also just won two tickets to the hustle crew
Yo I can't here no music.
What's this say here?
They wanna know about this young man,
well I'ma tell you about this young man, real fast.
Cause that's what happens to everybody,
they always wanna know what somebody else is doin', so here it go.
From the westside
AND the southside of Atlanta, Georgia, I bring you.....a trend setta.....
Chino Doller's potna......Ms. B Fantley.....
Block Entertainment's own....
From Harper Highschool, Bannica Highschool.
I went to go school
motherfuckers blocked a niggr
Boosie just wanted me to be in a video
He wanted to give me a dollar
Inside these people wanted to still video
Without paying me a dime
Man I was hungry starving
I needed that cake
I needed that cheddar
I needed that glory
Instead these fuckers blocked it
chorus
Theres a God and he gave me brothers
I dont even have to fight these haters
My brothers do it for me using their music
This shit even makes my haters put their seat up
So now I got labels chasing me down wanting to sign me
I been signed though to young money for years
been the first lady
now its just gonna be official
For real for real now
Its gonna be official
for real for real now
Its gonna be official
So what can the haters say now
This a nitty beat (boing)
Here we go again
Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)
You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)
Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc?)
He resides in College Park (College Park cp)
But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)
Niggaz in my face
Damn near er' day
Asking a million questions like
Joc where ya stay
Tell 'em College Park
Where they chop cars
Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
I'm on that patron so get like me
69 cutlass wit the bucket seats
Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
Pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough
If a girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)
Meet me in the trap its going down
Meet me in the mall its going down
Meet me in the club its going down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down
Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work make the block bump
Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope Boy Magic seven days a week
Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
Bitches in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls like girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place
Time to set it off let these nigga know
Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know
I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye
Ask 'em how I know its me surprise!
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back blow the kush in they face
Stunting is a habit let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it
Yung Joc...
Nitty strikes again
This a Nitty beat
Playmaker
yea, yung joc listen
here baby yea won't you make ya
move ya best move
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
ridin in ya chevrolet drop top
we can do alot of things wit the top dropped
i see ya flossin like a boss babe
oo suga make me wanna break you off babe
shawty wat it is whats on ya mind?
ya miss me fresh out hit da button top recline
im glowing on the pine down martin luther king
im looking like a dream cause the chevy so clean
dem j's on gleam check my gangsta lean
gorillas in my trunk so you know just how im vean?
dem peanut butter guts so plush is wat im used ta hit the turbo booster
the mr. throw the duece up
paint still drippin like it's fresh up out the shower
12 in the cut a couple shots of blunt power?
i rep dat fo' five flat lands eighty V
i skate off in the woods southside shady P (shady p)
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
yo, yo pull up in da seven seven cutlas and im throwed
got the swivel seats good shift and flow
underneath the hood gotta fo'54
plus the brain blowed out so i can blow out my dro
chrome pipes roarin like lion in the jungle
be careful not to stumble they know i got that work by the bundle
catch me wit a quarter piece
somethin from the middle east
show em' the decator streets
laid back in these ostrich seats
im in the hood makin deals on the cell phone
peakin at that ass crack bustin out that lil thong
fuck em good grippin wood is how i get my gangsta on
pussy nigga try ima put one in ya thinkin dome
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
well ima keep it simple dont i ride clean? (yea)
white cutlas wit the beat down system
all black caddillac parailez on the tire flip flop candypaint the bitches goin wild
my engine gotta hemmy hear me from a mile
to when you see us comin bets believ its goin down
catch me in the city it dont matter what it cost
i can still get it wit the top peeled off
like mj hit mo' mj jacket
mj's on my feet just to match it
p-i-m-p ima keep grindin'
yall keep talking cause ima keep shinin'
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
ridin in ya chevrolet drop top
we can do alot of things wit the top dropped
i see ya flossin like a boss babe
When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Numba one
Turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders two
A fresh pair of mariallen gators three
Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late
Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted
Cotton candy coated Benz 7 grams of
Presidential blowing in tha wind
At 4am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
In my neighbour hood so what now got one
O left you can snatch it 4 the seven
Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
12 kreepin threw the hood like Jason keep it moven
Friday 13th but bitch this ain't a movie
I was only 14 when I dropped my first deal
Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala
I recorded this at 2:15 left dop boi magic beatin' through your 15s
When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Supa calafragiilistic expealidotious
Chino is the dopest worken water like moses
Tadaow check my footwork its dope boi magic
How it match my ice and t shirt I'm packing and stacking bread
Ducking and dogen feds a hoe wid sum good head shawty I love dat
It ain't no secret just look at my 26s every time you see me
Make you move like russle simmons check my position
I'm the boss of some wise guys wanna know sum well teach you how birds fly
Show you how gats cry trap or ya fucking die hit it wid da soda
Bring it back wid sum fia fia say OO my look what it done to me
That dope boi magic got me rich as I wanna be
Say OO my look what it done to me got me rich as I wanna be
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Numba one
Turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders two
A fresh pair of mariallen gators three
Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late
Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted
Cotton candy coated Benz 7 grams of
Presidential blowing in tha wind
At 4am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
In my neighbour hood so what now got one
O left you can snatch it 4 the seven
Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
12 kreepin threw the hood like Jason keep it moven
Friday 13th but bitch this ain't a movie
I was only 14 when I dropped my first deal
Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala
I recorded this at 2:15 left dop boi magic beatin' through your 15s
When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
4 tha last couple years I been maken dope tracks
Ridden threw tha city wida A on my hat
Nitty keep sum work just ask Mrs Beat
Say you needa hit nigga come see me
Spend 20 gz I can put you in tha game
My beats cost bird fare nitty got game
Quick to make hit just ask JB
Dope boi millionaire thats me
When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
Welcome to Starblocks
It's Young Dirty
Who's this?
It's Young Dirty
Oh okay, what you need?
Hey, I need some of 'em thangs, mayn
How many of 'em?
Two of 'em, give me two
I got you, pull on around to the window, pimp
Aight, shawty
Ay, ay, Joc, what up, Pat man?
Cuz out here say he need two of them thangs
Oh yeah, he want two of 'em?
Yeah, ay Joc, what up?
You know the motto? Yeah
Hustle by any means, nigga
First I take they order like the coffee shop
Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
Okay, it's just another day at the coffee shop
I ground coffee beans, turn the heat in them coffee pots
Turn the lights on, J's rush the parkin' lot
This the neighborhood's number one stop 'n' shop
No regular, we only serve the best
For the low low, cheaper than the rest
I'm takin' orders, tell me who's next
Only cash, no credit, no checks
When your car stop, welcome to Starblocks
Wanna triple your knot? Invest in our stock
And now we doin' numbers, numbers like a closeout
Be sure you shop wit me before we're sold out, go
First I take they order like the coffee shop
Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
We cook it in the mornin', sell it durin' midday
Whipped the cream, same color as your latte
I tell 'em vámonos, that's rapido
You need some mota? You gon' call Gorilla Zoe
You can get the coca if you got to get it green
Colombian, and I ain't talkin' coffee beans
12 to 12, it's always someone on the scene
Starblocks, we get it out by any means
Coffee shop, trop spot, hand to hand, get my guap
Pack the scale, ounce for ounce, sack for sack, raise the chop
Rockstar, rollin' rocks, piano ki's, work the block
Welcome to Starblocks, we trop like the coffee shop, let's go, see
First I take they order like the coffee shop
Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
Okay, everybody on the block know my nickname
When you drop by just ask for 'Whip Game'
And all my money get counted when the shifts change
They get to, we let my four fifth bang
If you need the number, 1-800-Starblocks
Coca latte, damned to make your heart stop
And now the haters hot so they run and tell the cops
If they shut us down, we'll set up shop on another block
First I take they order like the coffee shop
Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
Hey Pat man, when they in the South, where they gon' find us at?
You ougthta know, the coffee shop
When we on the West Coast, where they gon' find us at?
At the coffee shop
What about up top, shawty, where they gon' find us at?
At the coffee shop
Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot
Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not
Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock
Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up
Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers
cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker!
Yeahhhhhhhh
Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin
Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty
Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy
I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and
Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi
I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near
Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
Roof on fire, sound the alarm
We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn)
Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help
On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette
I need a material girl in a material world
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl
Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit
There ain't nobody else to talk about
Hey love, you remember your first time?
Get dat with a real nigga? Heh, heh, heh
Well, let's talk about it
It ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
There ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
Ah, hold on this ain't no love song, mo' like a cut song
You say your day was long, well, tell daddy what's wrong
I'ma tell ya one time just relax and unwind
Whisper sweet nothings now you're blushin' chills down your spine
Oh yeah, you hot and tempted, oh no, not pretty Rickie
But when you 'Grind on Me', I'ma leave you hot and trippin'
Just slip in them satin sheets now go on and roll over
Oh yeah, it's up and down motions like a roller coaster
I see you up on top, you all on my 'Joc'
I'ma do it non-stop until yo' cherry pop
I'ma keep goin' and goin', the Energizer Bunny
Mister Long John all in your tummy
It ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
There ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
Won't ya let me introduce ya to thug Kama Sutra?
This ain't no lovey dovey but watch how I seduce ya
Girl I'm the man, I-I-I'm the man
I push the right buttons and there's sex on demand
Oh yeah, I like it slow baby, be easy
Ooh, watch your teeth baby, be easy
Tell me yo' Vicky Secrets, tell me all the dirt
You smell like peaches, must be Bath and Body Works
Love the way yo' body work, I'ma make yo' body rock
Once you climax, you feel the aftershock
I know I got'cha hooked on this lovin'
Don't get it twisted, ccuttin', baby
It ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
There ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
Yeah, I know, I know, I still ain't went soft
But I gotta go let's hit the shower baby, it's time to rinse off
I'll wash yours, you wash mine, I'll adore it the first time
I blew yours, you blew mine, sometimes I'll drop you a line
But look, don't tell nobody just keep it on the low
Not yo' best friend, not yo' cousin, nobody's gotta know
I know it sounds crazy but that's just how it is
Yung J O C, long live, long live
It ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
There ain't nothin' like the first time
I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
Mmm hmm, yeah I know y'all wasn't expectin' that
Welcome to 'New Joc City'
(Feat. Yo Gotti)
Chorus:
I know what she like,
I know what she like in the morning!
When she’s lonely,
I like it when she moanin'
When she on it
What she like, what she like, oh?
What she like, what she like, oh?
What she like, what she like, oh?
She like it when I tickle that
When I sit it on her back
She like it when I toss that ass
Or flip her like a acrobat
She dig it when I dig in that
Squeeze that ass she pleased with that
She like it when I make her lose her mind
Just like that jeezy cat
We was on that....
I never said a word...
Imma leave with that, gon creep with that
Gon sleep with that, Make her pay a fee for that
She like the way I tax that ass, wax that ass
Now bring it back
Them legs cocked, knees bent, face off in my pillow
bitch
She scremin' joc cause she in shock
She like it in the mornin
Chorus:
I know what she like
I know what she like
I know what she like
I know what she like!
I know what she like in the morning!
When she’s lonely,
I like it when she’s…
When she’s..
What she like, what she like, oh?
What she like, what she like, oh?
What she like, what she like, oh?
Six o’clock in the mornin
I wake up to head
She’s my alarm clock,
My breakfast in bed
I like them red
I like them dark
I like it soft, She like him hard
In the morning,
I swear to God I’ma beat it up!
Assault charge
She lovin’ it!
She touch her toes!
I’m touching it,
I know!
To be told,…
Cause she keep on dreaming it,
Oh,…complaints… I just keep on beating it,
I know what she like
I know what she like
I know what she like
I know what she like!
I know what she like in the morning!
When she’s lonely,
I like it when she’s…
When she’s..
What she like, what she like, oh?
What she like, what she like, oh?
What she like, what she like, oh?
I’m kissing her on the knee,
Girl you know….
Scratching on my…
What she like, what she like?
What she like, what she like?
What she like, what she like?
What she like, what she like?
I know what she like it,
I know what she like it!
I know what she like it,
I know what she like it!
In the morning, what she own it,
What she moan it,
What she like, what she like, oh?
What she like, what she like, oh?
[Chorus]
Yeah you better
Calm Down
Bow Down
Or draw down
Ya five rounds
Drip[x16]
[Verse 1 - Yung Joc]
(Ay Weezy, let me talk to these niggas)
Monkey nigga better not slip
Feed yo ass banana clips
Yea I'll bust yo head gasket and leave you with an oil
drip
And for that lettuce AK not gon spit your cabbage (uh
uh uh)
That shit get tragically cause now it's filled with
maggots (uh)
This is angus beef, you dont want to order this
Two glocks like 2 pac, i’m on my thug immortal shit
GPS goons show up to yo quarter list
Chrome with the pearly take you early thats abortion
bitch
Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya nigga, no balls
Throw slugs the same size as door knobs
Sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob
Blow ya whole face off thats a blowjob
Shoot ya bitch in the throat and leave her voice raspy
Too graphic? I'll paint a picture so ya'll niggas grasp
I call your momma tell her pre-order ya fuckin casket
Bury scary niggas I never bury the hatchet
[Chorus]
Yeah you better
Calm Down
Bow Down
Or draw down
Ya five rounds
Drip[x16]
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Soo woo to the beehive, strapped like T.I.
I keep that bitch on me, like the Book Of Eli
I just shoot ‘em all, so i don’t have to decide
Split your body up, they gotta bury ya ass 3 times
Run up in ya house, leave ya brains on the couch
Shoot up everything, the fuck is aimin about
Empty that clip, than that bitch slide out
Continue that procedure till them pussys dried out
I'm a east side gangsta, i aint never been a busta
Cina is a cold black bitch but i trust her
I dont need a psychic to tell me i’m a hustla
Cuz bitch, im all about my paper, like Usher
[Chorus]
Yeah you better
Calm Down
Bow Down
Or draw down
Ya five rounds
Drip[x16]
[Verse 3 - Yung Joc/Lil Wayne]
I know Chris, Decepticon clips transform ya
Leave niggas ghost activity, paranormal
For my piece of the pie, (ha ha ha) Digorno
Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno
(Lil Wayne)
Back to the subject, Ill kill ya in a heart beat
I put bullet holes in everything 'cept the car seat
Young Money bitch, I shoot one gun and switch
When the cops came the body still twitched (still
twitched)
(Yung Joc)
Keep thinkin you cute, you just flirtin with death
Thats a straight suicide, don’t murder yourself
Scared but can’t run, thats the stall factor
And if that automatic rap i bet they all scatter
Haiti eartquake ‘em, make they wall shatter
Penetrate ya lungs and splatter they gallbladders
[Chorus]
Yeah you better
Calm Down
Bow Down
Or draw down
Ya five rounds
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do it like a pose like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
I'll get your mind off ties
Cause the hustla don't stop
If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc
The money don't flip then the block ain't hot
If she don't scream your name then your game just shot
I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss
Il'l drop a couple stacks and watch your ass get lost
Joc the real shit Shorty bes believe that
If you ain't ride till die
Bring them car keys back
Take your foot off the brake
Baby gon ride out
If them suckas wanna hate Put um in time out
I get that cake you'll soon find out
If you ever cross me you'll get crossed out
I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
Cause we can ride b straight to the top
Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
Cause I dont care what im lookin like
I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do it like a pose like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
Put your click in chick if you step outta line
I ain't Kanye but I been thru the wire
Couple more albums before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nothin but liars
How are they The Killers when they sing in the choir?
Straight from the bottom and im tryin' to get higher
Too many strikes, Got too many priors
Messin with us like playin with fire
Get your wick split, time to meet your messiah
I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
Cause we can ride b straight to the top
Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
Cause I dont care what im lookin like
I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do it like a pose like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
Now I been walking up this road tryin' to find which way to go
Tryin' to pull my faith
Sometimes it seems like I don't know
Now I gotta chance to touch ?
And the answers right in front of me
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do it like a pose like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
You think you know me but you have no idea (No Idea!)
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do it like a pose like you don't care
If you bout it
I don't doubt it
[Yung Joc]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)
[Chorus One: Yung Joc]
Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long
[Yung Joc]
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherfuckin feds come knockin
The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two: Yung Joc]
I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)
Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin
[Chorus One + Chorus Two]
[Yung Joc]
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
Hustlenomic$ is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherfuckin attention
This is what I do
Like I said, if you listen to this shit
Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! [echoes]
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
I-I be I be getting I be getting I be - I be getting I be getting I be
I be getting I be getting I be get - I be get - I be
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
I-I be I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be getting I be get (OHH)
I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be get - I be I I I
That right~! Talk to 'em; let's go
I'm getting to da money twenty-four seven, ain't shit changed
The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name
I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance
Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances
Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (CAKED UP)
Got murder men for hire now the (MURDER RATE UP)
If snitches on the block, now the (TIP WAY UP)
Block E-N-T bitch (YOU CAN'T FADE US)
Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shhhh)
Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went
When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind
I can make my money flip fo' times in no time
Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units
Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity
Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin
Shake the stack, nigga chopper go BRRRAP, at your medulla
Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice
Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order
Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings
Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay
Plus I, get to da money like casinos
A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe
Ahh - you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay
Girl and boy, fuck the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ
Yeah, yeah
Shorty who you bank with - the streets of America
Who you roll with - the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya
What that Chevy sittin on - oh it's them deuce-deuce Derringers
What about yo' connects - Pablo from South America
Where you stash the money - that shoebox in the closet
How you move the work - I buy it and you haul it
How you handle hoes - my nigga you call it
Tell 'em how the game goes - keep ballin and stop stallin
Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo'
Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo
And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga
Ridin 2 the hood yeah i got that good in the bac of the lac and this fuc u pay me A hot 16 if u know what i mean just holla at my guys know me fuc u pay me 2 my hoes in the club if they ain't showing luv put your finger in his face and tell him fuc u pay me if u all about them dollas then let me hear u holla candy paint the impala nigga fuc u pay me
[Yung Joc:]
they call me laffy taffy this ain't no bubble gum im a real nigga and this a trap song if your girl choose let her do her thing said that on another song and ain't shit change when u peep the swag tell me what u see grade A hustler certified G and yeah i jock get's all the honey's playboy bunnies murda mummies those the 1that get the money yeah i know u c it and if u choose the hate then pimpin so b jock of all trades a hundred and one different hustle just 2 get paid i love your lady face so when tissle how i taste did i strike a nerve oops my badd gone kick bac roll a bag take a drag and if she show me love then pimp she ain't yearn's oh what's your as nigga let it burn
what it do lil nigga im trynna get paid watch sunny hit the set in his new escalade i got it made plasma screen in my car and im jammin on some screw purple drink in my jar M-16 fuc the law and them haters us NorthSide niggas roc black like the raiders got pounds at my bitch crib always counting stacks only i know where she live ain't no getting jack at the club acting badd neva had a dad pouring out liquor 4 my lil nigga chad fake fuc niggas get dealt with quick damn sumethin stink sunny v he the shit commity that's the click fuc u pay me we rich over the sky in helicopters baby we rich i wish a nigga would yeah it's all good i got gators in the pool in the middle of the hood
Brand new J's on my feet what these pussy niggas think they know bout me mister itsy meige im cold wit a fever my complex baby girl i might leave u with your eye contact hit my sweet two times pass i puff thrax girl we some wise guys me and jock on the trac sunny v he the sauce hit the block just 2 floss got an 87 flee 7 coats xtra gloss lookin mean on the scene so clean im a kill em it's a new epidemic bird flu im a kill em wipe your feet on my floor mats im talkin picture perfect moments made 4 kodak all that bullshit gotta stop betta know that i bought a mini 14 as throwback U can hit me on my phone and if i don't answer im probably some where stickin Dic in a dancer
[Chorus]
A couple grand price tag on your head leave you laying where you stand
A couple grand price tag on your head on your head on your your head
A couple grand price tag on your head price tag on your head
A couple grand price tag on your head leave you laying where you stand
[Verse 1]
Watch him die slow then his eyes roll in the back of his head
now his body cold a couple grand a couple shots
couple drip drops now your leakin won't stop bitch
I'm the man just ask block
shots rang out you could hear it for a couple blocks
bitch whats my name call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
everybody talking in my neighborhood I got great lawyers
cause my paper good leave your body riddled wheezing and coughing
here your body lye box five in monica coffin
you fuck with mine I'll cause your life line
I'm a graffiti paint chalk outlines
and the worst part (What it is) is I'm not a coward
visit your wake and give your mama dead flowers
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
This is not a movie (cut) no reruns (aww)
all sales final no refunds
once I make the payment the hits out
I'm not Jeezy I ain't swappin shit out
first I tell'em (what you tell'em)
where I what done in the back yard
ight in front of your son then I tell'em (what you tell'em)
where to drop him off in the Chattahoochie
with his dick chopped off (damn)
yeah it sounds harsh but it's well deserved
feed his ass to the sharks for hors d'oeuvres
no remorse no pity
this could happen to you in New Joc City
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I gotta couple killers down in free trail
put glass in your boogie shit your guts leak out
the sheriff call your mother and she freak out
got her hittin member up got him on speed dial
ooh it ain't nothing but a call away
come home find your baby sister in the hallway
911 but it's too late
she looking like a maxi pad bleeding through the duct tape
[Chorus]
3LW:
(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
Yung Joc:
Ill get your mind off ties
Cause the hustla don't stop
If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc
The money don't flip then the block ain't hot
If she don't scream your name then your game just shot
I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss
Ill drop a couple stacks and watch your ass get lost
Joc the real shit Shorty bes believe that
If you ain't ride till die
Bring them car keys back
Take your foot off the brake
Baby gon ride out
If them suckas wanna hate Put um in time out
I get that cake you'll soon find out
If you ever cross me you'll get crossed out
3LW:
I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
Cause we can ride b straight to the top
Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
Cause I dont care what im lookin like
I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
Yung Joc:
Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
Put your click in chick if you step outta line
I ain't Kanye but I been thru the wire
Couple more albums before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nothin but liars
How are they The Killers when they sing in the choir?
Straight from the bottom and im tryin' to get higher
Too many strikes, Got too many priors
Messin with us like playin with fire
Get your wick split, time to meet your messiah
3LW:
I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
Cause we can ride b straight to the top
Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
Cause I dont care what im lookin like
I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
Now I been walking up this road tryin' to find which way to go
Tryin' to pull my faith
Sometimes it seems like I don't know
Now I gotta chance to touch ?
And the answers right in front of me
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea (No Idea!)
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
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