(Drake intro)
It's Drizzy baby
You already know what it is
It's the first time I'm high
It's the first time I've smoked in like 3 months
I'm sorry mamma I had to do it to 'em
Forty I see you
Oh I see you homie
I stay late tonight right?
You know what happen when I stay late, heh
Boi-1da
I swear it's like this every single time
Toronto I got you
I got us
(Drake [Lil' Wayne] verse 1)
I'm a hard guy to get along wit'
Get on a song wit'
When shit be going right
Well I just flip it to the wrong shit
The team that I belong to
The artists I put on wit'
Don't ever ask for nothin' 'cause them niggaz got they own shit
Me 'n Weezy like a mouthful of hot peppers
Black Ferrari with the red seats
I call it Playin' Checkers
I'm never doing verses
I'm forever giving lectures
If you're tryna meet with money
I'd be happy to connect ya
Life is, better than it's ever been
Scheduling million dollar meetings with the president
Someone cut the lights on
Where is Thomas Edison?
Got a new condo watch me as I settle in
I deserve a MTV show for me and my people
And if you tryna zone I got a whole Swisha Sweet full
Rappers are liars and they women are deceitful
Adding till they subtract me I never be a equal
Last place Drizzy is the nigga in the lead now
Weezy told me just write every single thing you need down
Then he got it for me and I'm happy as can be now
'Bout to start ballin' like I'm coming offa rebound
And I should have the most braggin' rights
Because a nigga spit crack, bag it tight
Hate when rappers say they tryna get they swagger right
'Cause I done came wit mo' fire than a dragon fight
Fuck you pussy ass hater you should do you
You ain't heard of me then you should go and get a Blue's Clue
[Oops I mean a red clue
Wayne's here, su woo]
Bet he felt that like the end of a pool cue
But I ain't bangin' I ain't wavin' no flag
I'm ATF but they ain't seein' no badge
It's Heartbreak Drake I hate to see 'em so sad
I could son you, see a little me in yo' dad
I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on Degrassi
Can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask me
"Cash" like Johnny, "Banks" like Ashley
Burning like a Camel like
Stupid hoe ash me
But don't ask me shit about me
And know the game really ain't shit without me
She might have to pay me but I dick her down free
Wanna know if it's the truth then pull the zipper down and see
No homo dogg
(Lil' Wayne verse 2)
Ummm
I'm goin' in
Drizzy I got us
This is my promise
I'ma bring that barrel to them bitches eye liners
And what I make up would fuck up your skin
I pick the buck up and buck buck then buck buck again
I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin
I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck Again
Suck nut you duck fuck your unlovin' kin
Now don't rub it in
Like Lubriderm on a new tattoo I had to
Kick my princess up out my castle dad who
Never had that dude
Always had a black tool
Even when I was at school 'cuz bullies aren't bulletproof
Red scarf hoodie too
Probably ain't as hood as you
Stupid motherfucker the only thing in the hood is you
I do everything good as you no I do everything better
I get paid for every letter ABC etcetera
Fetch a bone, like a dog motherfucker
I am gone for you neck in a sec. intercept
Bring it back like work in the trunk and my exit comin' up yup
Ya I am headed for the buck like
Buck buck again might fly to L.A. and just fuck Karrine
Nah I fucked Karrine let's get bucks again
And fuckin' spend them bucks and then just fuck Karrine
If I told you I'ma do it I did it
Got my city on my fitted
'Bout to pop out let's get it
Let's get it motherfucker what you waitin' on
It is about a minute past pissed and I'm 'bout to get shitted
I'm wit' it if money is the it you want me with
And I'll probably just spit on the chick you won't be with
And I hate a bony bitch only like 'em only thick
And I own hip hop if you don't spit I'm gon' evict
And I just sold a lot of property to a buyer
And I think his name was kinda like Drake Drizzy Rogers or
Drizzy Drake Rogers I'm too busy to play father
And when it comes to the game I'm to willing to play harder
So harder I go, there he go
They chant MVP when I shoot a free-throw, CEO
Jazz' what it do?
The haters on their face and their ass is the shoe
Faster than you
Badder than you
Radder than you, et cetera
I told you I get paid by the letter like
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY
ZZ Top, yes he rocks
And me and Drizzy both wrote on Detox
That was just a foot note
How long can he could go?
Wonderin' when he stop?
Bitch when the beat stop
So I'ma keep rockin'
Till the sheet rock bend
And the heat I send
Burn skin
THE END
[Chris Brown:]
I go by the name of Young Chris Breezy
It's hard to see me cause I'm fly as a plane and my swaggers in 3D
I do this in my sleep in otherwords it's really easy
New album coming soon and I'm calling it graffiti
They yellin' calm down Chris please take it easy
I am taking it easy but they do not believe me
Is it cause I'm getting this cash money like weezy
Riding in my Rambo listenin' to Jeezy
I got a Spanish chicka all she wanna do is please me and shorty got her face right above where my knees be
Super freaky and I call her flavor of love cause she willin to do anything just to be on the tv
Hot as ever and that's something ya'll should know told you that I wasn't playin so in I go
Have you ever seen me on Rock City's live show
All I gotta say is PTFAO but enough about them now it's back to me
I'm on my grind everyday cause I gots to be
I'm on another level hommie and it's sad to see
That I'm killin it and I ain't even a rapper b
VA where it all goes down
The home of Clipse, Missy, Trey Songz, and your boy Chris Brown
I gotta represent hommie for my hometown
If you ain't know before nigga now you know now
While I'm at it let me wave a virgin islands flag
Cause if I don't rock citys gon get mad
I'm so fly that even when I'm not on a airplane hommie I be still getting jetlag
That's just a little verse man I'm just havin fun but I brought my hommies all the way from the virgin islands WHAT DEM SAY we goin in let's go
[Rock City:]
Fresh of the leash
Fresh off the streets
St Thomas so I guess you can say I'm fresh off the beach
If it's 5 best rappers baby let's all compete and if you ain't spittin crack step the hell off the beat
Whatevers your favorite song most likely we wrote it
If you hate me you love me to and you ain't even know it
My brother in the back yellin please don't do it
Chris brown killed it so I'm a bout to blow it
I'm a serial killer
Microphoned gorilla 2010 thrilla can't nobody do it illa
I got a new name that you can call me instead of don't talk just refer to me as one hell of a nigga
Who you know do it bigger than me and chris brizzle
The flow so cold like the mic is a popscicle
When I'm done you gon have to put the mic in the hospital
Yeah
What's goin in on em knodge
You already know
Yo keep that vaporizer plugged
In though you already know
I'm be back there in a second
I'm sorry mom I had to do it to em
I mean uhhh yeah yo
I'm a hard one to get along
And get on a song
While I'm smokin that godzilla
And battlin king kong
Straddlin lovely women
And doin my thing hard
Eatin rappers on my diet
With a nutragrain bar
Ashor with the same car
Smoke bud out the same jar
And get higher then a fuckin quazar
I am a senior to these rappers
Never a JR and stay rollin like a cart
Though the isles of kmart
Spit it with flava
Don't work but play hard
I'm on my space ship about to invade mars
Any opposition, I'm embarrision
Alergic to wack
So if you steppin to me
I'll need a clariton
Rappin straight heroin
No one can compare to him
Spittin flames like arrogon
Canada to maryland
Brazil to alaska
They know me as a rapper
Stay fly just turned in
My applications to NASA
Roarin like mufasa
Eligible bachelor
Your girls like a slice of
Cheese all up on this cracka
Phenomenal flow bein better
Than webby is non probable
If it's even possible yo
Rockin a show droppin it
My brain moves very slow
Comin around like havin sex on a mary-go
Killin any scenario with my main adam generio
Whos had faith in me since the beginning
So there we go here we go
And I'm back on a beat
And fact I'm a be I'm actually
Gradually growin up, rollin up
A bag of the weed dope as fuck
Hittin em up like kimbo bitch
Swollen nuts hangin down lower
Than a limbo stick
I get it crackin get your
Windows fixed
So try to run I'm a catch em like we
Playin sharks and minnows bitch
Ya'll can't see me like a blind mouse
I'm a bad boy just got off a time out
This is my house you'll get
Beat without a doubt
Cause ya'll are sittin ducks
Like daffy on a couch
I get them punch lines know
What I'm a fuckin bout
Haters need to get them self
Some scissor bitch cut it out
I'm a fuckin grouch no oscar
Music runnin in my veins
Learned it from my father
Hoe don't even I'm back to chokin ya
That's why they scared of web like arachnophobia.
Ha ha
Bitch
And he's back, knowledge
Officially changin my name to
Danimal Lector, body collector
And you are about to get broken
In like a new clutch
Your rocklin with them two fucks
Who killed white noise
Them white boys not the Klu Klux
Don't get it screwed up I'm too tough
Built like a mother fuckin GI joe
Minus the crew cut
Holdin a huge douch swollen
Like it jucied up
I'm dolblin like dude what
I don't pass after two puffs
Two words I never heard "you suck"
Like Labron fadin away with
The J better suit up
I'm reinvented litterally
Listn to the differences
Now I got my green grow
Call me photosynthesis
I wrote a song about it
And it goes something like this
My dicks at the top of your
Chicks christmas list
So bitch let's get it poppin
Like acne, as we
Tag team this rap game tag me
And I'll gladly jump in and swing
For the fences relentless
So if you wanna step bring your
Dentist or catch a death sentence
My work place tramendas and the cronic
Super sonic on some Shawn Kemp shit
I'm a problem matter of fact I'm grimmy
Like mad max I've been a badass since the 90's
Flashback finally people start to recognize
That I'm the shit.com back slash try me
Faggot ass your solved in the add to that tiny
Push your eyes in traps back try and find me
I'm high so don't mind me
Danimal to cosminot lodipop
Shit hits hard I call it Ronnie Lott
Kicks like a karate shot
My dicks like a shotty cock
Ready to bang and your chicks like oh my god he's hot
No shit bitch
Ha ha
The sky grows pale
And the sea turns black
Solid darkness falls all around me
Makes it hard to breath
Makes it hard to think
But the darkness is not empty
It is bearing down upon me
Makes it hard to breath
Makes it hard to think
And I know this can't go on
Oh death my worthy adversary
You've tormented me for far too long
He leaped into the arms of hell itself
That gave birth unto corruption
And battled with the undead corpse
Until it's face was smashed beyond recognition
My hands have taught me terrible things
Oi cause dey got me
(Wot) dey caught me slippin up in totty (where) I jumped out the ride
And ran in the kfc and dey must of clocked me, com out side see
Bare man on me, I asked dem what's man on gee (yeah)
Then a tall one showed me the shotty, and I ain't stupid.
Shontelle was in the qupod got away dey told me I best cooperate,
I was like RUDEBOY LATER, he was like pussy whole not today
I'll blow your top away, then I jumped in the van, held couple bangs,
They ge=ave me the phone and told me ring up yah man.
[Chorus:]
Oi listen if you want your friend back (yh), it's best you find a 10 stack
(Huh r), I always see you with them raise,
Wid them chains in the best shamps yh
I know you got money real talk bruv I know you got money.
Argh fam I've got like 5 grand in cash (yh)
The other half in advents (right)
I got a few chains with a few karats wot you saying fam?
His got 5 hours left, dats harsh dog I got about half bags at begs,
Yh well if you love your darg den
It's best you try and grab da rest (nar)
You're on the rong hype wid the rong guy, if you wanna live a long life,
Ay listen jus easy with the wicked chat before I have to get my sack.
Ay man jus hurry up pay him fucking hell I'll pay u back,
Oi listen if you want your friend back (, it's best you find a 10 stack,
I always see you with them raise, wid them chains in the best shamps
Yh I know you got money real talk bruv I know you got money.
Ay listen star you wanna pray
Your friend pays up, he will like wait blud,
Yh his taking kinda long I know his got his K cut,
Jus cool and be easy let him bring da half, Yo omma ring now,
Om ristlis ina darg, I got 7 and a half,
Wot air wot it's getting reckless
In a darg, AYO Freddrick take him in da bath (BUBACLART),
Blud blud get it from my yard, OI fam it's over late am
I suppose to wake up to...
See now if you want your friend back, it's best you bring the 20 back,
20 grand darg you ain't gettin dat,
It luk like him nar want you back darg,
[ verse 1 ]Patty cake, patty cake
I mean really what the fuck that bitch patty bake?
Anyway I just heard T.I.P say
That black people turnin lemons into lemonade
Tell em to demnstrate
I guess he did already
Guess I'm a little bitter
Cuz I show bitches how to do it like they babysitter
So where my cash at?
& where my stash at
I mean where the Dall Jones
Where theNas Dack
I do it for the little macks wit they caps back
My little niggas pumpin crack out they nap sack
Know what I mean?
Get the sticky green, pass that
I smoke bitches, kill niggas can't patch that
Don't need cha spt to get a good game
Cuz a shot is a shot if it gotta good aim
[ chorus ]Its been a long time comin but I came,
now everybody in the rap game know my name
but honey aint a damn thing funny when ya fame
out ways ya change ( out ways ya change )
[Intro - Killa BH - talking]Uh oh!
It's that time again
It's been too long
It's family reunion
We got to school y'all to the game (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
You know what let's talk to 'em (HUH?)
Let's go (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Joe Budden - talking behind Killa BH]Uh
Mic check, mic check
Check, one two, one two
[DJ On Point - talking]
Y'all already know what time it is (y'all already know what time it is)
Family reunion (family reunion)
Ransom (Ransom), Hitchcock (Hitchcock), Fab (Fab), let's go
[Joe Budden - talking behind DJ On Point]The wolves is out niggaz, uh
Get 'em boy
[Verse 1 - Ransom]Ain't nobody tryin to rap or play me
I'll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV
Black gonna pay me, still get the smack off Baisley
Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady
Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish
The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it
Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a whole village to plumage
Yeah, the nigga is here, the city is scared
You got the throne? Then I think I need to sit in your chair
We could really get physical here
And the sky's the limit nigga, I put your whole clique in the air
Baby, so quit playin, 'fore the clips spray 'em
And have his MIA like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in, my whole clique cavemen
Hard bodied nigga, my whole shit pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods, where your head'll be found
And it's good that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now
I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot
[Verse 2 - Hitchcock]High in the silence before the storm
Lincoln Park, the Audubon
Slang rock on the same block that the water on
I be more than gone, run and get your order form
Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on
Cause she realer than most niggaz
I tote triggers, for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures
That why I palm the heater, for all you non-believers
I'm on your ass like white on Rice, I'm Condoleezza
Better con the preacher, you tryin to get on a feature
Better get your casket bastard (why?), I'm gon' eat ya
We ain't in the same weight class
Your fake ass, couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads
I'm way past, anything that you ever did
I'm better kid and we never sweat a bid
It's easy to get a cig
In the bing, I'm like Ving Rhames, I bring pain
I sling 'caine off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin who?
When I spit the whole lead, they be callin Code Red, like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to two, you could get your back blown (OH!)
Cause your chemic's out of minutes like a TracFone (NIGGA!)
Get back homes, I'm back on my shit
I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my chips
Clappin my fifth, you the 'test me type'
Comin out with a "Blade" to get Wesley sniped
So the cops could arrest me, right? It's not happenin
You ain't ever gonna get on, so stop rappin
(H20) comin this summer, so stop askin
All heat like Wall Street, your stock crashin
Now the Feds want to read his rights
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion
I'm black and all my niggaz gettin this 'feti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags and (what? OH!)
[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]So whatever you tryin
to do little niggaz (niggaz), I already done (done)
And since you want to live by it little nigga
(nigga), then die by the gun (gun)
See whatever you tryin to do little nigga, I've already done (done)
So how the fuck you gon' win little nigga (nigga), I've already won (won)
[Verse 3 - Fabolous]Like we always do it, d-d-damn
Yes (yes), let's go (yes), uh huh
Aiyyo, money is the root of all evil I thought
But when I'm broke is usually when I have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out, like sleeves when it's short
With more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya
Your shoes pop up like Instant Messenger
You've got mail, naw nigga you got shells
And my Mac, you can't use for iChat
I've got that, confused that will lie flat
And my gat is on leg like thigh tat
I that nigga, who you dudes
Some broke niggaz who tryin to get some youtube views
So 'less you want a point blank, boy you're too close
Bail's in pocket, this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties seen me in that four door ridey
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty, nigga
(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Verse 4 - Joe Budden]Look, I flow sickly, ridin, bumpin old Biggie
Roll with me or lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck plat, if I don't reach diamond fame
I treat a nigga's face like the old Simon game
Figured out why men try us
Cause we OD on rims and then tires, for that we Len Bias
All it takes is a punch
He ain't brave, he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes, meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel yourselves?
Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells
And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin is mine, you my PayPal
See I don't get how this guy is a threat
I make his life inept for a pie to the neck
Ride or die, if you both nigga, ride to the death
I acappella the whole left side of his chest
Not retirin, still got that pension pendin
Tryin to pop the hood and see the engine missin
Double barrelled shotgun, have your men get missin
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
Oh the cig in the car, you diss en moi
Take the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is, you promise the broad
I one line her (you), you Isiah Thomas the broad
I could send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target
And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges (naw)
Naw, I'll put this thing away
I don't even need a whole hairdo to flip 'em,
all it take is one finger wave
Been in the bing for days, show you how I'm real
Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, got the scene poppin off
They not sleepin on 'em, the fiends is noddin off
For real, tell me how you a thug and you Superman (nigga)
I just seen you in the club doin the Superman (nigga)
A bunch of clowns homes
All I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown stone
Major paper (I mean), cake by the layers
If these dudes is live, I'm the Creative Player
They callin 'em 'Kings' when they so so hot
Something's wrong with that picture, must be Photoshop
I don't promote violence, but when sparkin the flame - BLAM
Arms start wavin like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop, it move whole blocks
Come around with your dog and get Cujo shot
These MC's is lame, I try to be an MC with brains
These niggaz is MC Brains
Bein nice, rappers is far from bein nice
I'm on the rooftop recordin, and niggaz is bein sniped
It's like
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - DJ On Point - talking - w/ Killa BH ad libs
in background]Shout to the whole BSC (whole BSC)
Shout to my nigga Dru Cartier
SlimeBugz, DJ Sunkiss
The Don (The Don), Dre Bless (Dre Bless)
DJ Baby Dru (DJ Baby Dru)
I think it's hard time we paid the ransom
We can't live like this forever in the kingdom
Wearing cloaks of god while drinking devil's water
Living in my dreams and waking to disaster
You steal the clothes of kings
Play your guitar like a martyr
Close your eyes at the softest touch
Drain your blood in holy water
Drain your blood in holy water
We fell hard like the fools
And blessed are the ones who break their bones
Your mouth slays me like a harpoon
And I'm a hypocrite but I play by the rules
You, you steal the clothes of kings
Play your guitar like a martyr
Close your eyes at the softest touch
Drain your blood in holy water
Drain your blood in holy water
They said that the fire is gone but it never left
Hotter than a brimstone found deep in the devil's chest
No religion I hold the vision farther than heaven's steps
Hope you listen ain't no forgiven driven by every breath
My pops could've stuck around but instead he left
So he met his death fuck grievin I'm already stressed
Bring it to the calisthenics nice steady reps
I'm doin heavy sets drinkin on every rest
They say I'm very blessed, I think a different way
I sell a clip of yay and now ya got kicks today
I ain't got shit to say this is just a sick display
Street religion I give'em grab a clip and pray
I'm legendary and sharper than ten machetes
My vocals evoke spirits and wake up the cementaries
Where acres of men are buried, my hands on the eagles
And the only safeties I know they play in the secondary
You haters are never ready, my words' dope
Take 'em in vain they have you shakin like paces from epilepsy
I'm sayin you best respect me the last one of his kind
A street prophet you better pray that this vest protect me
Don't wait 'til the feds arrest me my life should be celebrated
Visons of midle-aged niggas sayin they never made it
The world's segregated the have and have-nots
Blast shots what you expect we ain't been educated
I'm mentally elevated I meant to be levetated
Those who oppose me is eventually devastated
I'm hated by many respected by all
Loved by the ones who told me I was destined to fall
Aggressive and raw I don't use discretion at all
Artistic violence all of my weapons can draw
From here to eternity my words'll be surgery
Mercif'ly the devil occurs to ever gave birth to me
The booth is my solitude this is church for me
You shouldn't even exist on the same earth as me
Send 'em straight to mercury for tryin to spit a verse at me
I'm perfectly chiseled from cast-iron
My verse is description from past iron
I worship the pistol and blast iron
Submersed in the issues of scag buyin
My vivid tells, a street horror, I leave scars
In the worst part of your brain that destroy you like pearl harbor
This boy is the world's author
Autobiographical scriptures, the first father
(Nicki Minaj)
Tell These Bi***es That iM Not The One,
Some Of Them Might Get Away But Im Poppin One,
Im On The Back Of The Bike Just Cockin Gunz,
German Helmet Pumps And Versace Stunz,
I Am The Ninja,, Bi*** Named Ginga,
Hope Sumbody Got A Couple Limbs They Can Lend Ya,
Cause Im The President,,Run Up In Ya Resident,
Say Hello To The...Baddest Bi*** Yu Ever Met,
B b b, B b b
Sawdoff Followed By The Mobs Bird Pump
Wen I Cum Threw It GEt Hotter Then a Soup Kitchen,
I Leave CLips In Ya Head Like a Beautician,
I Hit One,, You Hit One,, Dat Means 2 ALive,(woof)
And if They Cum Back To Queens Dats A Suicide,(woof)
i Got Sum Killaz Betta Tell These Bi***es Who Am I,(woof)
In Italy Already Chillin With The TOur Guide.
(Chorus)
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Take Dat Wit yu All The Way Down
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Up Up Up Nd Away Cuz I DOnt Play CLown
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