Clipse, The Filmography

• World B Boy Championship (2004)

Clipse Filmography

• MTV Video Music Awards 2002 (2002)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• You Don't Even Know (feat. Kelis) - Clipse
• You Can't Touch Me - Clipse
• Wild Cowboy - Clipse
• When The Last Time - Clipse
• Ma, I Don't Love Her - Clipse
• Intro - Clipse
• Im Not You - Clipse
• Got Caught Dealin - Clipse
• The Funeral - Clipse
• Grindin' (Remix) - Clipse
• Gangsta Lean - Clipse
• Comedy Central - Clipse
• Cot Damn - Clipse
• Young Boy - Clipse
• Prayer - Clipse
• Speak Of Freedom - Clipse
• Showing Out - Clipse
• Rock N Roll - Clipse
• Taiwan To Texas - Clipse
• Ride Around Shinning - Clipse
• Pussy - Clipse
• Life Change - Clipse
• Let's Talk About It - Clipse
• Power - Clipse
• Popular Demand (popeye's) - Clipse
• Kinda Like A Big Deal - Clipse
• Hostage - Clipse
• Hello New World - Clipse
• Keys Open Doors - Clipse
• I'm Good (featuring Pharrell Williams) - Clipse
• Doorman - Clipse
• Dirty Money - Clipse
• Counseling - Clipse
• Chinese New Year - Clipse
• Hear Me Out - Clipse
• Guns N Roses - Clipse
• Grindin' (Selector Remix) - Clipse
• Grindin - Clipse
• Freedom - Clipse
• FOOTSTEPS - Clipse
• Feel Like Me - Clipse
• All Eyes On Me(feat. Pharrell And Keri Hilson) - Clipse
• Breakfast In Cairo (feat. Nore & Kurupt) - Clipse
• Virginia - Clipse
• Trill - Clipse
• Nightmares - Clipse
• Ego - Clipse
• Champion! - Clipse
• Body Snatchers - Clipse

[Intro - Pharrell]
I can run with you? (Yeah)
I know you don't know me
But um, don't you notice, like
Everyone keeps on looking at us (come on)
You know why (come on)
Let me tell you why, Oh!
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Seen set, yeah, my team set
Niggas bleem so hard they say we seem wet
Safe in the club, never seen me sweat
Nextel on my right, hand is on my left
Hot mama freeze, I like what I see
Is it asking too much for you to talk to me
Hit the dance floor, share a spark with me
Oh, grab a booth seat in the dark wit' me
Oh, you on that tough shit, play hard to get
Guess you didn't know I ain't the one to fuck wit'
Came a little harder, until I touched it
Or be your worst nightmare making you loveless
See I'm in the faster lane, baby I master game
Chicks like porno flicks, they all the same
Tap into they ego, just to own the brain
Then keep 'em at arms-length and still callin' my name, Terror

(feat. Lee Harvey, Nako)
[Intro - Malice]
Clip niggaz
It's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1 - Malice]
It's the final curtain, we black mask and black turbans
Lightin' up the sky in a black surburban
We on the late night streetsweep, hit at least three
The price you pay and it ain't cheap, make his frame leak
When we speak our dialogue consist of flame heat
Cock the brick, flipped it twice and all in the same week
Flee the sirens, hit the highlands, or the islands
All up in the loft with some chick from Thailand
'Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips, whip the cyclone
Win up chips for one crib in each time zone
Parted us for the sea floors and started street wars
Bet a detour from this block and try and keep yours
'Cause if down here, we play not, niggaz get got
Sendin' two through his red drop, make his post stop
How we roll is wit' no smiles, shit get so foul
Then we sit four to fifty split 'round table style
[Chorus x2]
You can't touch me, I got scuds, love, wit' no lens
Cliques with wrists for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's tens
[Verse 2 - Lee Harvey]
Nigga, we comin' for ya
Four deep in the Explorer
Poetic torture, enchanted tails of horror
Fuck what they taught ya, my torture scorches all sorts of
Individuals with chambers Hannibal thought of
Which nigga careful enough to stick me
They treat me like eggs, they scared to get me
Too shook to get wit' me
To get me, mission's impossible, I got an arsenal
Of glocks for any obstacle that you can imagine possible
Nickle flow, kill slow, like carbon moe
Noxide, tear your block high, burn his toxide
We're like the jocks side, Clipse, Virginia niggaz
We live for figures, wig killas, who injure critics
What ya'll wanna do now
Got two glocks, that's bustin' too loud
Nigga play with no silencers
Known to move crowds, verbal liquid
Stick wit', them who you live wit'
'Cause this is too explicit for you bitch-es
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 3 - Nako]
Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes, firm grip knowing he's Jake Shoop
Check the rear view, A.J's tailgatin' and V-shaped
Handcuff the briefcase, whip's stolen, plus it need plates
Stole the coke out, exchange shots, windows broke out
All or nothing, two guns, both of them smoked out
Tire blow out, slice spins 'til it don't end
On length of one side, sparks fly ridin' on rims
High adrenaline, accidents of surrendin'
A quick desperate attempt, sixteen, sendin' the wind
Flee on foot now, german shepards trackin' my steps
Helicopter overhead, I look up, slappin' my chest
Show I lack respect, runnin' hard through crowded streets
We have you surrounded special agents shot at the freeze
Fuck nah, I'ma die like Christ, inside my fate
Try my best to empty both clips, sayin' goodbyes with hate
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4 - Pusha T]
Yo, yo, ee travel, wit' drugs in the dashboard
And flee from the task force
Quick hollerin' 'bout your ones
You got guns, nigga blast yours
Space is no remorse, mine clutter wit' thoughts
Young'ns out like I-95's, they only cost
Caught up in the fame comes along with the street game
Don't forget about them head hunters, head hunting your name
'Cause they seen and heard how niggaz flyin' chicks hand
Half-black, half-Hawaiian, believe my dick's in
Do what they lust for the dough, it's sickenin'
Mr. Charles to these bitches
So my dogs play Dancer, Prancer and Vixen
These cheap coke niggaz got me actin' irate
Enough bake on they blow to fuckin, spark a debate
Turn violent, eternal silence equals they fate
'Cause they tried to get over, those niggaz stepped on my weight
Now it's time for slug love, thug love too physical
I need to ensure everybody's condition's critical
Terror no mask is up, your family tie is strong
We'll, make 'em say your name three times, then blast on
Comradery, second to none like magnets
React first, think last, lay you in caskets
At any point we fallen off
Got you hustlers screamin', call 'em off
We runnin' through your town, in prescowns, dripped over sawed offs
Drug habits, opposite end, we full of sink
Compare ones, pull guns, to separate mice from men

(feat. Markita)
[Chorus - Terrar (Malice)]
Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy
I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)
Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys
Your best bet, recognize my style boy
Cause I'll tap your back (and let that be that)
[Verse - Markita]
If I had a nine or a twenty-two, it wouldn't make a difference
Close range or up on the roof at long distance
Using a scope, tie up your family using a rope
Dump you in the river with weights, you won't float
Abusing your folks, one of the methods
You get the message, probably take about a week before they find the records
So pay up or it's a, beef forever
Till I get the dough it's gon' be like we we're glued together
So what you think it can't happen to you?
Cause I'm a broad? till I start clapping at you
Pull out the sword take a couple steps turn around like a western
Spin one-eighty degrees, squeeze off, blow your chest in
Weigh shots by the units, bang this opportunist
You want war, I'm quick on draw, like cartoonists
It's two kinds of people, the haves and have nots
The ones that punch clocks or those wit stash spots
See I got the cash locked when I spit the hot verse
The rules of the game, is to get the drop first
Oh, you don't get it? well you will when I spit it
Divine exquisite, connected like consitics
I eat, sleep and shit it, surprise the critics
Wit a flow that defies all the laws of physics
Wages of sin, give me a shank and two cases of gin
My patience is thin, wild gals think the places of men
[Chorus - Terrar (Malice)]
Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy
I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)
Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys
Your best bet, recognize my style boy
Cause I'll tap your back (and let that be that)
Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy
I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)
Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys
Your best bet, recognize my style boy
[Verse - Malice]
I told them like this, give it up and don't resist
The name Malicious and my aim don't miss
A hollow tip in the clip with his name on it
Thought he had a parade till we rained on it
Now it's the final lap, move to slow
Tried to react, my final tap a spinal tap ball in his back
We never chance em, get the ransom, ambulance em
All or Nothing, my motto and anthem
I gotta watch my back, cause these niggaz is hungry
Got the good, bad and ugly wantin to slug me
We roll out and tear the city up
Wild cowboys moving along, giddy up, what's up
And we can buck til the sunset
Pick em off one by one, havin fun yet?
We got money to get and there's hoes to lust
Ain't enough room in this town for the both of us, fuck
You see we pulling toasters, out the holsters
Wanted dead or alive, my face on posters
We come to collect debts, roll wit twin tecs
All the chrome fours spinning on my index
[Bridge]
And for all niggaz that study
Neptunes beats till they go nutty
Make you say what the fucky
Gonna do what my glock busty
Make the cops wonder where the older went like Tussy
[Verse - Terrar]
You're gonna need your best five to tangle with suicide
Boy, you vs I, however it's do or die
Who are you to question my presence like who am I
Name Terrar, now the new question is who's to try
No one, put two up in em the slow gun
Turn his face so our eyes don't meet, he know something
That nigga flow something, his money it grow something
But come at him sideways in the street, he'll blow something
Fuck your temple, I gotta make my mark, that's too simple
I'd rather hit him once in each cheek, leave him with dimples
So if the bitch live, he'll walk around with my stencil
And if the bitch die, outline him in chalk pencil
Everything flooded, we star-studded celestial
Space Ghost flow, extra-terrestrial
If ya'll can't hear me, increase the decibel
When we talk money, exclude the decimal bitch!

(Get down!)
Niggas and bitches (Get down!)
You are now listening to... (Get down!)
The real... (Get down!)
And that would be... (Get down!)
Clipse, the Neptunes... (Get down!)
And the new label... (Get down!)
Staaaarrr Traaaak...
Top down, chrome spinnin'
You see the boss grinnin', I'm lovin' these damn women
I let two get in (Uhh...)
She tried to let the rest fit in
I'm like, "Naw love, that's for..." (Get down!)
That's a problem to the wheel well
Trust I know them twenty's real well
Now we coastin', me, two chicks and toastin'
I turn up the volume watch the bass get 'em open
Soft-spoken, with a wild side
I love 'em in the ride, they love it in the ride
We was movin' bodies before we hit the party
'Fore the DJ started cuttin',
"I was already fuckin'..."
Cinderella these girls from nothin' to somethin'
Hit the parking lot, hear the club system thumpin'
Lose the face, you two's was great
But it's to the VIP, I got new moves to make (Get down!)
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
Hey, it's just a day in the life
Club nights, one of the reasons I love life
Chicks be, in the back tipsy
We gets in for free ea'eday wit' me
Two steppin', you see each crew reppin'
Slippin' on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweatin'
Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on
And I love how she move any time a song on
I like that ma, you do somethin' to me
Come this way and prove somethin' to me
Fast or slow, she got the right moves
And I got the right dough for any date that I choose
I'm open, but naw, I don't lose focus
If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm totin'
But I'm only here to party, y'all
Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Yo, you are now listening to the sounds)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(That are vibrating your speakers)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Please do not be alarmed)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(It will not hurt you at all)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For it is the real)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For all my real...)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
(Niggas and bitches)
When they say, "Last call," that don't mean the night's ova
That means it's time for her to show ya
How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers
Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the chocha
S&M; chick, ass pushin' a choker
But I thought about how rich I am and said, "No sir!"
Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space
What is it the "Whip Appeal", or my Babyface?
The night's still young and I'm already leanin'
Cruise through the lot on the deuce-2's gleamin'
The liquor in me and I don't need a reason
Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen
I pull up, let her get in
She know from the beginning
She added to list of them chicks that I done been in
Her head spinnin' and my head spinnin'
Mine from juice and gin-in, hers from neck and chinin'
I'm a winner, man
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
When the last time you heard it like this
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
And make the girls in the party just strip
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Only if you know you've arrived
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
From the club, to the park and ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!

I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Please let me love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
C'mon, I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Let me love you girl
Let me...
When we met I was talkin' that game
Parkin' that thang
Since then between us
A lot of things changed
Now it's like the world got a whole different name
I can't stop chics from sayin' my name
Most of it's lies,
If not, don't be surprised
You knew I was ballin' when I met you
But really, I started layin' low just to net you
I'm raw as hell yet can't deny that you special
These girls can't either
Winter, his and her Vivas
Summer, his and her Louie sneakers
You don't think that bother people
Guess again you even need to check your friends
Sayin that I cheat
Right, maybe with my heat
Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets
I greet wit her, creep wit her, even eat wit her
Late nights under my sheets, yeah I sleep with her
But thats it
Look
Ma, I don't love her
Don't listen to her words
She tryin' to split us as lovebirds
But that's not it
Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit (No)
You see me sendin' her on trips and shit (No)
If the answers no don't forget (How's she know you then)
I don't know
If I don't know I don't know, lets not go that road
I don't know who she is, don't care who told
Look stop flippin', no need to explode
I seen the number in the pager, I don't know that code
In the streets too much, c'mon, that's absurd
Gettin' no complaints when I be flippin' them birds
Your girls just talk 'bout this that and the third
Believe half what you see none of what you heard
You askin' me who's her I'm askin' who's mink fur
With that rock on her hand makin' their eyes blurred
Could that be you plus who cop every gem
Who spend like I spend, then act like it then
Got the dream home and we settled in it
Our lives too perfect that's why they meddle in it
Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game
You know who I'm about, who got part of my name?
Do you love me babe (Sho' you right)
You thinkin' of me babe (Well atleast tonight)
I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right)
Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night)
I'm not most men my heart truer than theirs
Of course your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs
We hardly fight, arguements way fewer than theirs
Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs
What they gonna tell us about us, Huh?
What they talk 'bout without us, Huh?
The envy got 'em speakin loosely
Tell 'em walk in your shoes
But first let 'em know they Gucci
And even if I did twist her
I promise I didn't kiss her
Won't shit touchy feely
Grudge on the floor like mister did the silly
No respect shown
My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone
Now don't you start
I spared your heart
If you ain't see it I didn't do it
Ain't I played my part?
Bricks chics whips chips, that just go with the grind
What else do you want from me, to say it, fine
Do you love me babe (Sho' you right)
You thinkin of me babe (Well atleast tonight)
I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right)
Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night)

* (Pusha T)
Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns
Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb
Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I'm amazing, son
You niggas wonder where my grace is from
I speak with corrupted tongue
Recognized the underworld since I was young
Back in '84 when I saw Crocket & Tubbs as the law
These eyes got big when they televised that raw
My mama should've seen it comin'
Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick
Hummin' Miami Vice theme music
Called the 'roin made me colder
I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older
Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too
Got a lot of money, keep militant tools
Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules
So I grab a tape and related to life's cruels
The meaning?
Pusha T's more than the semen
Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame
Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous
The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless
And I don't even watch my back
I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past
Shit could get hairy, I could lose my-self in a flash
Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that "Mask"
(Malice)
I even went by the book at first
Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst, so I
Start my mission, leave my residence
Mama knew that I child like me had better sense
But something had to give, that's real I had to live
I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib
Scouts honor started with my grandmama
Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas
Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease
Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep
I don't entertain hate surrounding the street
If I was you, I'd be trynna get down with me
But no, see these niggas know too much
Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush
Cats act as if rap fell in my lap
I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back
And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles
Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles
Let 'em take it however they wanna take it
I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite
Hey, I one of the greats, I can't lie
I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die
Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to

No no no.....
I told you.... I live this shit
I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit
Naw, uh uhh, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha
I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches
Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes
One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches
Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can,
Fulfill my dreams of passion and green, more cash then ya seen
Within Ashton its green, me drivin up fast with the lean
Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys
Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit
Wreckless ass, God forbid they don't crash,
From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab
Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags
Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits
Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about,
Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out
Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie
Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it
They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile
But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style
Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy
You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job
But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I,
Could never hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got money
Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny
I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate
Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate
I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into hot sex
Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how?
What is it the return of the killer clown?
You don't put no fear in my heart
I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man
They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can
He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank
Coldchian left that nigga stankin
Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when,
I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em
Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em
The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you,
That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends
Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men
And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men
Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death
Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest
I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep
I hold it down, any place I step
And I love gettin slept on
Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on
Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong
Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone
Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand
Cuz my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards
Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you
What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and,
Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor
Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller
Want ya insides out so I mean it when (??)
Rappers is talking to me as if (come on)
We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh)
And you and I don't share no common bond,
So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No)
It shames me to no end,
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs at the same time cry
Yes it pains me to see them needness
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit)
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact,

[Chorus]
I got caught dealin, at the age of one-five
Had all my bitches stealin, just tryin to survive
And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die
Cause fuck dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiply
Crimes I commit heinous, y'all niggas is brainless
You tied up at gun point, flinch make you famous
Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless
Aim for your temple, hope you die painless
Illest shit we wore those, marked money we tore those
My whole team channelin coke through urban portholes
You livin like meer immortals, your block's foreclosed
We forty deep on in the street, and fuckin your hoes
Seen your man club bathroom soft stuff heron
Come out, loud talkin and shit, claimin he Don
Hope he know when he step outside baby it's on
Watch my guns illuminate the sky like Vietnam
My confidence shared by all conglomerates
Everyone in my circle is dominant
We live prominent, your world we bombin it
Stuck in the pen? WALK the shit in
Come on and cock it
[Chorus]
Eight-fifty navy blue, kill like a Laker do
Twenty inch chrome shit, who must I say to you
Watch what your lady do
We stoned the fuck out
Not just your car nigga, chrome ya truck out
Calico plastic, twin to match it
Ice white like some Star Wars space gun
Though, that ain't how they come my friend make 'em
sleek wit 'em like a L.A. nigga, love is day tons
They talk shit you nigga where it hits the procedure
I got rats dim as the site fool quick to switch cheetah
Actually they want the cheeba I'm the owner and leader
Yo my clip's my bitch, I own her and beat her
Huh, shit, dick missile tomahawk
One thing I love is sex discussions and armor talk
Who got all the CEOs disputin?
And my clipse niggas fussin and shootin?
Yo, it's that same nigga
[Hook]
It was.. make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money money
You ain't never seen it like this
Ices this priceless, pullin heist-es
One wrong move, they lifeless
Thug shit, bullets and clips and pwice this
Where I come from niggas shoot guns and dices
What the price is, scratch that we don't ask that
We blast that gat in yo mouth, where the cash at?
That's how I roll drugs get sold but never hold shit
Malice face two-five to life, but never told shit
It's like that, love for my clique, go ahead and light that
When shorty left with no ends, y'all been never bite that
Day in the life, ain't nothin nice how I hit 'em up
Hands high get 'em up, cash tried lit 'em up
Regret that? Countin my stack I had to wet that
Hog tied, telephone cords, speak to the lord
And while the cops untyin you, my whole team eyin you
Cause even if you talk in your sleep my heat fryin you
[Chorus]
I was thankin thankin make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money money
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money money

[Malice]
Wheter they gag me bound me hollow point round me (I feel ya)
Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (uh huh)
Spare my family the details on how they found me (yes)
Vigil by candle light and gather round me (farewell)
And talk about how I would lounge with fly women
How I was flossing in clubs in fine linen (preach on)
Hopping in them ill whips with chrome spinning
Malice was true to the game for 9 innings (ha ha ha)
We love sinning but now I answer for that
Apologize to my fam I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya)
A long line family and friends they signing in
My niece singing solo organs and violins (yea)
Wife in her black veil hands flooded with diamonds (ha ha ha)
Remaining calm under each arms my children
Daddys in a better place entering golden doors (talk to me)
With ivory all white pillars and marble floors (yow)
Brand new physical frame with no flaws
On my throne thats guarded by angels with 4-4's (yea)
Terror retaliate show em how real it be
A split second 'fore you blazed they probably thought you was me (preach on)
Returning on some Crow shit let em know shit
They mess with the wrong click quick to blow shit (yea)
Yall know who owned this so they end my career
But still I put my tag on this earth Malice was here (I feel ya)
[Chorus 2x's]
Take a walk on my side
No more tears no more fears no more telling me lies
I only want cheers and heartfelt goodbyes
My death march is here tell me whos gonna ride
(ride with me ride with me ride) {overlapped by last line}
[Terror]
Hold me high Gucci suit and tie (yea)
Let my casket reach the sky tell my girl dont cry (I fell ya)
Just sing me a lullabye and let the white doves fly (uh huh)
Cuz I heard from a bird its only sleep when you die (thats wrong)
Break me in unison outside right thru the lens
My mother cried cuz she knew that I was only true to sin (yow)
Celebrate my passing with gun shots and systems blasting (uh huh)
Blown up posters of Terror held by children laughing (preach on)
No matter how foul my burial open casket
Now simply so they can see my clusters and my diamonds smiling (hello)
Im sorry I failed only cuz the ones I left were so real (uh huh)
For me my doggs will lie, die, shoot, cry, or kill (feel me)
First to Malice sorry that I left you half in a hole
But now you'll write for both of us ill channel thoughts thru your soul (uh huh)
Emmanuelle remember this when you see my nemesis
Drop my picture on his chest and make his family reminisce (yow)
Revenge so sweet and I crush you with the heat (uh huh)
Your the first one I call when its time to put em to sleep (I love you)
Now fo real grand dragon horns stabbing the skys (uh huh)
Turn Mag' em laser tag em couldnt sever all ties (yea)
My final request on the day im layed to rest
Take my body to the ocean and have a water front ves' (feel me)
This will be my burial this eulogy will be in stereo
Blue Angels will draw my face during an aerial (ahh)

We back y'all...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blinded
Lookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find it)
You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (*BEEP BEEP*)
Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN')
You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters?
You know I got sons... (GRINDIN')
Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar bone
Hitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN')
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
Stand on that temple nigga, spit that cris nigga
Throw that chair, make em recognize this
Raw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookware
Uncle Jamima, wit my braids wrapped
In 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jack
Coke price through the roof, SL blew the coupe
My niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop
Cuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhood
How the scale titer-totter, as I evolve
Weight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw
Bricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch ya
Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get no ghetto than this...
Ay, ay 22's on new cars
BOY BOY, step it up BOY
Money...
Money...
Stunna...
Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly)
I cook/cut crack, that's the sizin
Them big, big rims on Tarzan, we shinin
Me and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla)
New Benz for teezies (holla holla)
Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy
From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yard
They on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that raw
Check the rims on my car
Naw, don't check em, no cuz they stuffed wit blow
Macy baby still in the kitchen
jet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchin
You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla
I watch the bass at home, I'm umpire, HOLLA
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
Niggas better stay in line when (WHOOF...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (WHOOF...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
213 South cross the Baybridge wit it
Bring the triangle, then mail, come and get it
The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention
When my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin
'89 was my beginnin y'all
Young snot-nosed, Cash Yams in a tennis ball
Cops swore we was playin catch, NO
We was at a stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breath
I ducked the feds, they seein my weight grow
Streets love Malice for his comeback gracial
If they got popped, we made sure they made bail
Cuz if not, we be scared they gon tell
Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies
Pie wrecked, mixed that, scrape the sides
Grindin', glock 9 in a line in
Make God strike a nigga dead if he lyin
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')

[HOOK]
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak
Now let's smoke and ride
[CHORUS] [Pharrell]
Oh girl ya taste is
Sweet like mornin' dew
I would go crazy girl
If I couldn't have none of you
I said ya from Jamaica
Straight outta my Mercedes trunk
You make me wanna roll ya up
And then you make my body slump
Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
[Malice]
I only love her on occasions
Keep my heart racin'
Love to take her on vacations
Where the time zone changes and money exchanges
And meters and kilometers on the dials of the ranges
Far away with my Jamacian sexy everyday is like a holiday
The cheeba got me in a slum sleeper
But when I try to leave her I just find out that it's cheaper to keep her
Plus she keep my thoughts deeper, really zonin'
Like my Cali homies 6-4 rollin'
Or them Deroit 'Lacs trimmed in golden
Or my Texas family 150 white strollin'
Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix
But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves
I think a way to ship off these piano keys
Since the traffic in a gangsta lean
[Pharrell]
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a geangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga havea gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
[Pusha T]
If you put me where I need to be
Twist you anytime I feel the need
Love ya touch and how you set my mind at ease
In Virginia where you kept me motionless
From that point on I knew I could never get over this
Now they wanna see us broke up
'Cuz I'm lovesick, got me all choked up
Look, you keep my head in the clouds mami ,'till I can't breathe
And next to that heat seeker you my main squeeze
Plus I get twistin' didn't even spend my money on
Now either I'm a fool or you really must got me gone
You got me open these days I must admit
Body numbed up and in a slump like I been hit
But luckily it's just the green got me leavin' smoke streams
And blowin' smoke rings as I flee from the scene
Gangsta leanin' in a 850 beamin'
I'm like K-Ci and Jo-Jo, love you got me fiendin'
[CHORUS] [Pharrell]
Oh girl ya taste is
Sweet like mornin' dew
I would go crazy girl
If I couldn't have none of you
I said ya from Jamaica
Straight outta my Mercedes trunk
You make me wanna roll ya up
And then you make my body slump
Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
[Pusha T]
Her sex so sticky, I'm talkin' real icky
Have me gone and twisty
Make my other women miss me
Just by the way she kiss me
Hold her wit the index and thumb tippys
Ma I'm so trippy
Hard to hold back, scent so sweet
Got to Cognac and honey wrap her this ain't drink
From Taiwanese to Amsterdam greeny green
To hydroponic that make a weak stomach vomit
[Malice]
Listen, at times you hinder my vision
Blinded by ya love and you got the room spinnin'
It's not jealousy the reason why I keep you hidden
Hell, I hit you then I pass you to my man like I do my women
I know just what I'm investin' in
I done traded currency wit the Mexicans
In Texas just so we could get affectionate
Your complexion lime green wit red specks in it
I love you
[Pharrell]
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga havea gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
{HOOK 2x}
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Say dog, let's not get involved
You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids
Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name
I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke
And we got word in the street that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'
Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
Tonight friend, until we meet again
But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
I never front, like I'm something I'm not
Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not
Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that
And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on
They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease
This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you
If you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry
Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts
E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac
In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back
The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches
Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches
I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo'
That have under covers and po', with cover and slow
The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough
Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow
Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain
I turn over caine, over and over again
Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim
I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and of to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December
Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton
Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run
Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in
In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central
Minds mental, others is made up stinsel
When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it
Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it
Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda
You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa

Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot' damn
Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us
You miss took me for a rapper huh
Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas that hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya shit
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
God damn, when that white hits the pen and
Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and
The streets molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My hearts on a sleeve-a
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, drop you homey
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
They call me Pusha for one reason
Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or down
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around
When it come to the money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth
Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times
I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal, like Curtis Mayfield's music
(Are you a pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook ya, partner
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is
So I bangs my cab-bage
Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money
Pull yo gun, ra-pid
Lee watch you see the situation be corrected
You know happens, why must I be so devilish
They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines
You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
Cause every move you make
I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood
Nigga on every breath you take
Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness
Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit
Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish
Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain
Live in the living room, searching to hurting you
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo

You out of line (*repeated throughout song*)
[Chorus: Pharell]
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
When I was a young boy
My mama always told me don't take no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
So when I hit the nigga it could Breeeeeak
Nigga out of line
[Verse 1: Malice]
Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks
Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracks
Never stood a chance, exposed from way back
Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax
I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door
That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw
See in my household it was quite unique
Playin hide and seek, you might find a key
Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental
Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental
Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6
And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich
How I turned out let it be no surprise
When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes
See, my family got a history of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother
Its tradition
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there
What's my excuse
Cartoons were the root
Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in
palm of the hand, what couln't I demand
See, thirteen
Studied the gangsta's lean
Low brim, no smile
Lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey
Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie
With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes
Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough
Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze
In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul
Tha streets had me to mold
Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen
Rebel like Shake Rivera
Tyco RC versus Carrera
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Malice]
I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum
Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure
Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure
The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle
Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle
Let that explain me and how I got involved
Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal
[Pusha T]
Age Fifteen
Walkin through the hallway, plate the new Jordans
First ones on the scene
See I could afford 'em, Livin out a dream
Hustler on the rise, laces untied
Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride
Didn't know I was knotted in street ties
Teachers askin' how and why
Bitches passin' by
Oh my, he's so gangsta

[Malice]
I'm sayin life is crazy right
Shit is real wild
Like the realest shit ever, you know
Hold up, I'm comin, just let me bless this real quick, hold up
God, I ask that you continue to watch over us
I ask that you continue to bless us in the countless ways that you've done so
I ask that you walk with us on each and every encounter that we face
Cause life, as you know, can be a dirty game
But above all else right now God
I ask that may we not have to lose another one of our own to this game
May not another mother have to bury her son to this game
We've lost too many already
Lord, you know we're anything but heartless
I guess, what I'm saying right now Lord
Is that if these words hurt more than they help

With every line written,
And all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
Now is time to mend shit,
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
Thinking to myself, what can I be owing you?
They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I trouble t-boy,
It's just a D-boy
Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
All apologies,
I bear the cross I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
Not to confuse,
Our sentiment are all the same
I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I turned away
And didn't even flinch,
Yeah
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first bitch ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays
She can't even face me
I'm sorry for the heartbreak
I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompus muthafucka!
Just look what them jewels made me
I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
I'm role playing a conscious nigga
And true is true
Cocaine aside
All the bloggers behoove

(*Prod. by The Neptunes)
[** feat. Yo Gotti:]
[Verse 1: ~Pusha T~]
Ho I'm major, that shit nothin
Young nigga, old money, benjamin button
Seein through ya pokerface, that nigga bluffin
Ladies goin gaga for a nigga tryna fuck him
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin
And I got the AR, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counselin, why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it?
Pull up at the stop light, lookin at this cop light
Yeah I drive big shit, nah my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
Cuz life ain't nothin but bitches and money
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddyx4
[Verse 2: ~Yo Gotti~]
Old school chevy wide body like a phantom
5 stars love but them haters can't stand em
UK money, 150,000 pounds
All white lamb sit low to that ground
I just joined a gang, the millionaire boys club
Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard
I'm in the kitchen puttin the work on steroids
Peakin out the glass for the feds, I'm paranoid
No I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?
I know this a 4 door, so how it ain't no ceilin there?
Showin off lil mama, goin hard lil daddy
Yo Gotti homeboi, I'm a walkin dope package
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
Somethin' inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy (4x)
[Verse 3: ~Malice~]
I'm from the era, of letter to the better
They tell me rap changed, well I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They slutted her out, there's nothin left to treasure
Seems all I hear em say, nigga where them dollaz at?
Here they go right here, tell them niggaz hollaback
Hit it then I quit then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feelin like I'm all of that
Re-Up Gang Trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right, them hater's tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off their energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama

[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's like that
[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't know bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean
[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]

[Intro - Pharrell Williams]
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Where you at?
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Where you at?
[Chorus]
From Taiwan to Texas, Lambos to Lexus
Diamonds in my necklace
Leave y'all bitches breathless
You don't want to test this
Burners leave you chestless
Thousand niggaz restless
Do you get my message?!
[Verse - Terrar]
Yo, choose your sides; We coming for the top
Y'all niggaz bout to drop like fall guys
When I speak, all rise
Or get trampled over in Range Rovers with fog lights
Tonight's got a feel in the air, caused by they stare
And the spots that we walk, patrons whisper and glare
You know we coming minked out
Ears, neck and wrist freezed out
Looking like we robbed the Sphinx out
Haters in the back, you know they Cuban King'd out
Jealous as ever, we took the handmade link routes
Two vandals, twin calicos with pearl handles
Passanger seat, glanced at her feet, hot pink sandles
Sparking my heat, told me her name was Roman Candles
Yo, ya'll know who we are, you're looking at stars
Clipse are the ones breakin the law
[Chorus]
[Verse - Malice]
Young guns bustin out, talkin tops and drops
Sipping on Black Label chasing it with scotch
Ready or not we comin' at y'all, ready and cocked
With one shot, accurate hit with red dot
Ninety degrees, ninety-five speed, feeling the breeze
Ninja style, twelve-hundred CCs, travel in threes
We davel in speed, poppin wheelies on the interstate

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova
This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
*** with college *** with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars
I groom 'em well, Dior ***, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floorboard
Enough to start world war
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches
Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, *** 'bout long as Jesus
I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this
Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness
The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it
Break down pies to pieces, make *** quiches
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ***
Rolex presidential, ***, feel the glass
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova
It's that luck that astounds, life's a circus
I parade the sick through these clowns
The crown is vacant, I'm takin' the proper steps
I'm takin' them poppa steps, they prayin' for my downfall
Is it the bling, the king, conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin
Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant
Minute hand is like Parkinson's
You a fish for the sharks to swim
In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin'
V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons
HRE's on it, mommy see it glisten
When I make Oliver Twist like Dickens
It's feelin' like parts is missin', tops don't push soul
Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova
Welcome to the world of Rollie's
VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece
Got me shinin', first *** holla show me
Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me
You *** ***, you need to raise your glass and toast me
*** can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia
?Listen youngin', you've only just begun
You'll understand when you're older? said father to the son
Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down
And proceed with caution
Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion
Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up
Go against I, forever play catch up ***
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me

I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'
A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin'
Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin'
The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy
All I wanted growing up was remote controls
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block
Dope control, got ghetto corners choking slow
Grand mama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh
This one's for my foes, find yourself, in a hopeless hole
Ttrying to go against him, I puppet you Pinocchio
Flows on strings, it is what it seems, just call me Jepeto
A young stock market, put money in your pocket
'Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it
I rose gold ya, pink diamond ya, hah? Set it in a rhyme now
The industry got pink eye, contagious, flows high demand
Like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram, pastels is cute
How you niggaz follow suits so well?
These barrels encompass the heat from hell
Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh
I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'
A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin'
Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittin'
The cat drippin', look in the mirror you's a fat kitten pussy
They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees jealous hearted niggaz
Y'all wear it on ya sleeve like a scarlet letter for the world to see
Can't hide the truth, decedents of pain, so y'all get exposed
Like the sons of Hussein, my game weight grown, this is no fact
When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome, I'm not these rap kids
Wit childish antics, who make diss records, who rock hat backwards
These are higher stakes, this is not average weight, this is not pinching
Penny's, bitch, this is carrot cake, this is the difference 'tween rookies
And the pros, they pattern after me, they cookie cut my flow
But so, I'm never one that be jeal', do as I do so I can say
"Papa raised you well"
I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'
A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin'
Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin'
The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten pussy
They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors
Nigga don't make me open yours
Seen hearts beat through, open sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore
Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit
He who questions I, is unfocused
Copperfield flow yes, I'll make careers disappear
Like hocus, pocus, no joke, it's Push'
Mercy, mercy, oh Lord, who is he? Who curse me, curse me?
But doing me, it hurts me so, puts me through changes
So I got porsche's and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh
Acts live but only if you speak the language and the rest is comic view
Star Trak, the movement, who you pay homage to?
You don't want it with them boys, this I promice you, you pussy
Through changes
So I got porsche's and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh
Acts live, but only if you speak the language and the rest is comic view
Star trak the movement, who you pay homage to?

(Chorus)
Last night what I seen made my life change
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Yeyet yet yet I move on,
Yeh yes I move on,
Yeh yes I move on,
Yeh yes I move on, (hear me out now)
Where I'm from see us guy don't believe in luck
I can't beleive what they doin to my nigga buck
Facin time, 25 to life
25 the same thing as life
Only chips is to fight or to forfiet
Baby momma tryin to make the mortgage
Daughters playin, tryna put cha back up in the portrait
Uh it's like the tear never stop
When u was home it's like the smiles never drop
Collect calls with all the hopes of the best
And hang up with a knot in my chest
See see your cell is my hell
My hell is our pain
The hurt gon never stop until we see you home again
And that's all we wanna see
Maybe in a dream but not a memory
Forget that hold your head man head man
Last night what I seen made my life change
(Chorus)
I was retchid, pitful, poor, blind, and naked
So much so I had left my family forsaken
A troubled soul whose heart was often achin
So much dough but my spirit ever so vacant
Foul and fragrant I was taken off course
The road ahead should have ended me in divorce
But now I see clearly with the family of 4
Never did I deserve a 2 seater porshe
Heart filled with remorse, my life was such a mess
Now I'm back on board due to the lords GPS
One eighty degree turn whoever couldve guessed
Malice believe in his heart and out my mouth I confess
YES more than blessed I was choosen
I been on the troop, my wisdom is that of old men
Wasted so much time stuntin for folk
When really the whole time I was just stuntin my growth
A message to the youth, what I'm offerin is hope
Now somethings gotta change I'm at the end of my rope
CAUSE
(Chorus)
You know I gotta go and get it
There aint no other choice in it
Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage
Hear me out now
Lord knows I done seen the worlds cold shoulder
Seein my future thru the crystal ball of bakin soda
Oasis of hoes, my champagne supernova
The high life and high times, I watched em turn sober
Seen it all come crashin crashin
The FEDs was at the door, and no they not askin
Sayin they found drugs but they aint talkin asprin
Diesel design ones and I aint talkin fast shit
Money hoes and clothes is malices past tense
All said forgiven, all you do is askin
Even when laughin I can't explain the hurt
Knowin I can't change the world in a verse
Even to my self I'm feelin my screws loose
But how can I deny what I know to be true
When I dint have a clue, shoulda viewed it as a gift
Now I see what they mean ignorance is bliss
(Chorus)
You know I gotta go and get it
There aint no other choice in it
Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage

Uh huh, oh
Oh, damn baby
Shit...........
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this?
It's that Star Trak
Clipse, (get down!)
So So Def
Question - ask any nigga
Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger?
- The rapper!
Naw, dawg, go figure
With the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said "We can have more fun", I said "How can we?"
Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about a house? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about jewels? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about money? Dont talk without it
Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it
But when you talk about cash, dont talk without it
Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger
More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
Hard for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game that I spit, and the length of my hair (Ok)
The more I come, the more I cum, get it?
What you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been done hit it
Cars been kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme (haha)
Big boy moves, big boy shine
Big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't mess with me

[Intro - Pusha T]
Yeah, you think you got the power
You ain't got the power
You don't tell me that it's okay
I tell you that it's okay
You don't got the power
You don't have the power bitch, what
Yo, yo
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Everybody freeze, do what I say, do as I please
Commander every ship I steer, follow my lead
Y'all runnin' out of time, cause Terror runnin' out of speed
When I slow, blow up, guarantee makin' you bleed
This ain't about needs, it's all about greed
And showin' niggas who got the power drop to your knees
These bitches errand boys frontin' like they pushin' keys
When I catch 'em, bless 'em, start mumma-makin' they reeds
Because I won't stop firin', till I hear that siren
See your blood trickle, or hear your baby cryin'
Sick of niggas lyin', actin' like they tryin'
To be kamakazi, when they scared of dyin'
No alibi, I got the power no one will testify
Take this lead shower and the black flour where you left to die, ooh
Still life is so soothin', it hurts to see you movin'
So I counteract, take a step back and start shootin'
Terror hit a hollow-tooth frame, you and your dame
So when he wind blows, your bodies whistle likes cranes
Call me by celebrity name, I readily aim
And hit you in your chest, now your shirt redily stained
If there's one I didn't gun down, believe he'll be run down
Because I'm killin' every nigga from, sun up to sun down
Finish them, all adversaries diminishin'
And I'll flee the country before I plead guilty or innocent
[Chorus]
You don't have the power
You don't tell me it's okay, I tell you that it's okay
You don't have the power

(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
(Pusha T)
You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal
Used to bag work in VA at Econo Lo
Now I’m layin’ out at the Delino though
But don’t get it twisted, the Uzi’s in the liner, no
Hollow tip, dum-dums, and flesh like piranhas know
Such a scary thing to hear the souls sing Geronimo
Pull up in the CL, the ship’s astronomical
Hoes linin’ up on the curb, they fall like dominoes
Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fuckin’ LeBron, but shit, I don’t know
Like that, Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-nekkid, on the balcony at the Dallino
I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell’ll know
The head shop bitch from DC? Hey, P, let ‘em know
(Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) But it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeny, meeny, minie moe
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
(Cam’ron)
Why wouldn’t I be? Look at shorty (Daaamn)
Uh, mami good down to the cuticles (I’m Caaaam)
What’s your name, beautiful, like (Caaam)
I could get used to your (Raaam)
If you knew what I used to do
But call me, I’m old, what, Uncle Cam?
I tax (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam, where niggas bundle grams
Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble and
(Aaaand) The gat on, the belt on the hip
(Aaaand) I keep it fa’ rell with the clips (Clips)
Drive a hard bargain (Bargain)
I’m Harlem’s only God gorgon, car foreign
Duh, the man st-st-stutter by
I knew your moms well, tell your mother hi
I’m the other guy that got your mother high
Up like a caterpillar, I make butter fly
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
(Malice)
Cot damn, the boy’s back
For pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps or avoiding the Kojak
The pioneer of the coke rap
I’m dancin’ with the stars, steppin’ on blow, doin’ the toe-tap
The dope return like I had it on LoJack
It made its way home like a road map
I fathered this
If I misled any kid that’s fatherless
That burden’s on my soul as long as I exist
Generation lost, they sayin’ they can’t reach us
The answer is the Lord, like Saturday Night Fever
I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper
Whether watchin’ for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper
Way deeper than rap
Money and hoes, it’s deeper than that
Fight the temptation, but it keep comin’ back
Money stack to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Who knew those commas meant you could lose your common sense?
Before it’s too late, all I can tell ‘em is repent
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I’m back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle

(feat. Kanye West)
Til the casket drops
Third times a charm right?
Hehe ha
Come on!
[Verse 1:]
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's unbelievable u see my warning gives u big chills
The flow runnin on Big's heels
My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels
Third time's a charm baby
After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby
It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession
With no second guessin,
Ha ha we're ballin, drop tops we're floorin
Champagne we're pourin
Re-up is the gang and I'm all in!
To the powder & the flame I have fallin!
Get money blow money is my callin
Yea! Watch a n-a burn through it
Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push!
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ay yo I'm sittin on top of the-
It's more than a feeling ain't it?
I be killin dame it, I'm illin and I'm illin' -
Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular
Go get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a n-a be
Spittin fire on the PJ in my PJ's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ
Yea people I said Marshalls we play
I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay
Meet Ye' alligator souffle, had it made
Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class-
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha, your boyfriend come fast?
Turn around gimme pound like we folks
Hell no I went Raw dog three strokes
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
[Verse 3:]
Lights, cameras, action!
The chain itself's a damn distraction
You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
I be hoppin the ring, n-s ya cash in
It's like stoppin a train,
N-a think he's stoppin my reign
Talk slick while droppin my name?
I'm puttin ya'll to shame, diamonds in the little hand
50 percent splits I X out the middle man
A far cry from a stash in the rental van
I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
Ladies & gentle-man, introducin'
The C4S with the rims protrudin'
The roof vamoose, like a magic show
Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw
Ya'll twiddle your thumbs like the average joe
But just as you reap, so shall u sow...
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin

[*phone rings*]
[Pharrell] Hello?
[Terrar] Yo Pharrell, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up right now
[Pharrell] Huh?
[Terrar] Yo, it's your day date and we go this nigga tied down, right now
[Pharrell] Yo, wait til' I get there
[Malice] Dawg, you ain't gonna make it out of here bitch
Fuck what you thinkin' nigga?
Hold him up yo, ya'll ready to do this nigga
Why not, I got his ass, I got his ass
[Verse - Malice]
You don't really want none of this though
I let 'em know from the get go
See ya'll is a bit slow
Tryin' come wit the hits but they missed though
Retaliate make 'em drop like a six fo'
Why you hate 'cause I didn't give a shoutout
Or the way that my shine turn the spot out
You think you can rhyme but you not out
Or the way we drop the top when it's hot out
Anyone you can pick and choose
Why ya'll stagnant, my niggaz stick and move
My name say it all, ain't got shit to prove
My whole mental ain't shit to lose
You all niggaz snooze if you wanna
But you gonna be a gonna, please forgive me, your honor
But that fool tried to take what's mine
That's the reason I had to utilize my nine
Otherwise, you can be right here now
Talkin' bout how the Clipse don' bit his style (style)
Back in the day how we did him foul (foul)
Or how we don' switched, how you like me now?
And anything else that them haters may say
Come how you want, just bring it the right way
Mayday, what they gon say
Coming to they hood, the Clipse and Tammy
[Chorus - Tammy Lucas]
Mother fucker what you here for?
Now you wonder why I gotta the chrome four to your ear for

[Incomprehensible]
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke, oh
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin' plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, floetry
"Say yes? niggaz hear the, "Eghck" and they know it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin' on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where it's s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think it's where I'm s'posta be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
This goes out to my Halites that hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustlers way of life
In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds
Pumpin' that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cookin', stay lookin', over they shoulders
Holdin' them boulders, tryin' to avoid central booking
I ain't coming at 'cha quote, unquote famous rapper
Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live
But this information I must pass to the homies
If hustling is a must be Sosa, not Tony
We can all shine, I want your wrist lit like mine
Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine
Foreign cars, stick shift, 6 gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
But the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, from downtown Norfolk
Just want y'all to know it's about time
For us to come up and make a change man
They keep tryin' to keep us down, but that ain't the way to be man
It's about time for us to get it together man
Everybody else get they shit together
Why the niggaz can't get they shit together and get they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers
Know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just for the playas in VA
This for playas all over the world, this grinding
Times a wastin', niggaz doin' so much hatin'
Free ya heart and show ya greatness
I like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan tryin' my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggaz rise up
Get that money, put them 9s up
Piggy back out the ghetto 'for times up, niggaz rush
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga

Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla
Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons paired
The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile, ha
Canals treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files
You're my space niggaz
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, cook money clean through Maryland
Shit, countin' just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya
Now get the fuck off
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Yeah, check it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Throw it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself
I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, it's the roses of war
Fuck the bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's
Cheers to the future as we toast to life
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect picture
Gem star razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
These bitches fake like the hoes on flavor
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors

[Pharrell]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay...Yeah!
Yeah...Hahaha....
Ay, Yeah...Yea
Yeah...Hahaha...Ow!
[Chorus]
You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
Two hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (Looking good...)
[Pusha]
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like I'm Shamoo
In that big body, with the wet paint
I got some pocket change, from selling wet weight
Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
Looking at my Blackberry, freak hit me on the text
Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it (Yes!)
Niggas don't like it when you looking good
Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood
Brand new ride, niggas know the time
Hoes cut they eyes--we call them samurais (martial arts ad lib)
Fly as I could ever be
A level of success that you could never see
You jealous mane, we in propellas mane
Think about it, ain't shit you could tell us mane.
[Chorus]
You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
[Hook]
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)
[Malice]
Crusin' on them 22s, got me sitting pretty
You should hear that engine purr, here kitty-kitty (Yea!)
Ride through the city, everybody know meh
And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on meh
Shoutin' out the homies, as I breeze by
I'm on cloud 9, and I ain't even high
Told my shawty I'll be back and I ain't even lie
Them VVS' be the best money can buy
I see you flirting baby, them jeans is painted on her
Mama looking right, and I don't even want her
No need to take it personal, but that just how it be
No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me
Finally I'm free, all my dues paid
Them yellow diamonds got the charm like it's Minute Maid
And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feeling good
Try an' stop my shine--I wish a nigga would
[Chorus]
You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
[Hook]
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)
[Pharrell Williams]
I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
Yeah...yeah...yeah...yay...

Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell’em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin’ them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain’t got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t seen paper like this nigga.
Verse 1:
Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms, I got a bright future neck like a full moon, buy what we want, spend what they want, young , rich, hot nigga, everything she wants, triple beams scales got me under deep spells, kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well, cocaine bought me everything I ever had, and I ain’t neva been scared that’s been my very last, cause I can get it back, watch me get it back, last 2 o 10 bricks, shit I’m cookin’ that.
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell’em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin’ them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain’t got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t seen paper like this nigga.
Verse 2:
My life’s too real to be a PSA, the million in the ceiling is for a rainy day, I cut it than whip her like she Annie Mae, praise God I escaped by his amazin’ grace, nah neva was I savin’ Face, some family ties aren’t possible to break, the almighty judge only he can save me, don’t cry for us now just pray for our babies, Mercedes 5 with the open roof, Miami hot rods and the ocean view, the tell tale signs that expose the truth, Lil’ Willy Rat King this one’s for you.
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell’em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin’ them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain’t got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain’t seen paper like this nigga.
Verse 3:
We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body, big charm, hangin’ from my big chain, swing side to side feelin’ like I’m T-Pain, pull up to the crib bitch think she seein’ thangs, make a hundred stacks blow it like it’s pocket change.
Verse 4:
If the good die young, than the greats go to jail, I miss my Tony hope you snitches burn in hell, kiss and tell with sales on us ballers, all because them two doors comin’ with big spoilers, all because them bitches is actin’ like they jallers (?), and we don’t count money we way it like fish orders.
Chorus:

Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's
Let's go spin these right quick, what's that?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Give a little, take a little, ma check the dealy
Most niggas is will not's, you're dealing with a willy
3-D faces on them crystal billi's
Got Benji lookin' all googley eyed and silly
The glitter chill got ya mind seein' milli mill's
I'm 7 figga, the bigger you thought the little real
See I don't blame ya, cashmere's what you feel
Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel
Brain like Terry, face like Eva
I ain't forgettin' them other house wife's neither
Two seater's, back in the trunk, 2 feet
We stayin' up till 2 a.m. to watch cheetah's
As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't mind keepin' you up on them must have's
Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
We could trip tuition, you could be the vixen
You could front for ya girlfriend's, I ain't trippin'
You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision
And one of the best too, that's ambition
You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen
And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincin'
I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff
And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch
Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak
Just put it on ya charge, checks meets ya feet
Compliment me, take the bitter with the sweet
And we can get this money like it's falling outta tree
Come spend a dolla, yeah, bathe in it, walla
Seventeen five for the low, tell 'em "Holla"
Love you in the Scoda, Jimmy Choo, Prada
Snow White ya life, hows that for starters?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair shop talk
Braggin' to there hair dresser 'bout that shit he bought
To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk
Who ain't tryna hear nun if you don't ride Porsche
To my get money niggas gettin' paper fa' sho'
Drinkin' Grand's up in Loui' for the love of the sport
I tell ya, get money, money, take money, money, uh
Dope money, money is great money, money, what?
Before I'ma bicker with ya, ma, I'ma switch ya
I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker
By no means, am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you fittin' the glass slipper
Travelin' broads, sittin' in G-4's
Change in the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is a joined with French doors
You rock with ya boy then anything is yours
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

So many chick I can pick a favorite
My shrink even say me behavior's sick
The hips to house, shawty lick a lips
Just a few thoughts that come to mind as a reminisce
Temptation always be my nemesis
A few sips then take it back to my premesis
Innocence lost once again
How could you be more than friends
Baby don't be mad then back that the fun that we had
The love we share is so cheap like a E-class
You ain't I too honestly bags
I guess I need a celebrity rehab because
Ain't no real chance to love, all my mum real do is for big me to trust

I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Mask on face, glock in hand
I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man
Never listen to my parents like an orphan man
Strong finger on the trigger like it's dwarf's hands
Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack klan
My vixen eat ya face, like ya she Ms. Pac Many wish her command, uh
ADT's ain't stop me, simple like ABC's
Snip cut game just as easy as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so elementary
Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do
Give up the cash 'fore I turn you cookie monster blue
And your man and them for trying to be hustlers too
Earnie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burning and hurt
I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Let's play cops and robbers and watch
Heckler and Koch turn cops to martyrs
As well as niggaz wit plots to rob us
Try me, I'll turn this motherfucker into shuttas
Wit them 911's revin
Gunfire leave brethren remains like 9/11
And get the sounds of rounds dispensing
That clack up make 'em back up like it's invisible fencing
When I picture bits and pieces of bone chip and flesh
It tears me to pieces
Cooperate, escaping useless, trust me I'm your friend
I will talk you through this
Trick or treat niggaz wit hoods want the goods
I feel like Robin Hood when I share it wit my hood
Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit
Don't let the 9 mill riddle your wits smarty pants
I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Sympathy? I feel none, when you hear that humming, common sense
To take a duck and get the fuck outta harms way
Your dying would absolutely make my day
Why he had to go look who, but he wasn't so he got betrayed
This is what I did to him, now you will see to him
Hurried out his crib, before that took everything
[Incomprehensible]
Let the boy [Incomprehensible]
If I didn't get you right you better hold your pistol tight
When we meet in the afterlife, cold chain I'm the black one that bleed
Rosco P, young G, I don't speak I just squeeze
97 P will make you drop to your knees
Before you know it, you'll be floating to a better place your soul feeling free
I'm young, black and I just don't give a fuck
Big gun on my waist, drugs in the trunk
Sitting high in a truck, call me luck, compress me
I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here
Judging by my steel I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat
Brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, brat, ka-ka-kat, kat

[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
I be the first one to bust, first one you lust
Experiential flows, that make our souls touch
When it comes to heat, 40-cally chrome clutch
Out the burning at 'cha teal-blue and guild up
Sorry no introduction, I was speedin'
First name Terror, first half the Clipse that leave you bleeding
Got phony rap cats, be actin' obsurd
Fake hardcore, and really y'all lovebirds
My dogs flip bricks and live in the suburbs
While y'all on the block sweatin' what the 'necks heard
Sick over this, like I had you sippin' on piss
Type thing I do to fake Dons, thinkin' it's Cris
My relations, love hate, my family, love hate
How you hold heat sideways, expect to shoot straight
My crib ADT nightly, with steel gates
And the only thing that separates us, drug weight
[Chorus - Pusha T] (Pharrell)
How can hear me out yo, what I'm talking 'bout yo
You don't want to get in this game
The world's my monopoly, wit' your bitch on top of me
You don't want to get in this game
So roll your dice (chicka-chicka-ah)
Tell me what you got, is it your ice (chicka-chicka-ah)
Or is it your life, do what's right (chicka-chicka-ah)
'Cause you can't roll twice
Safety's stuck, give a fuck, negotiating wit' price
[Verse 2 - Malice]
Malice, from the Clipse, laser tap with steel tips
Hold like two rubber grips, with snug fit
You know the type, money your 'wice, money your life
Or either at the club sippin' on Henny and nice
Shit, we pretty nice, own it at any price
Got them hardcore, wannabe thugs callin' on Christ
Yo, I run wit' common, who be dippin' on they bonds
Man, bullets and slugs, all the above wit' times ten

Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life
I wouldn't have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
Makes me cry some days
Lawless, riding backwards on a one way
De color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra
There's science to the way we move, cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose
Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that shit that determines your street size
Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes
That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs
Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships
Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay
Did this straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
Sipping blue ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard
Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers
Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors
Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark
After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day time two both pies on waist sides
Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides
I make five which is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes
We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out
I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying bout
My speech is the reason my race is dying out
So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out
We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois
In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster
On stage recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious
When the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass

What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)
So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
Tell dem!!! Connnect di dot yo
Dem mi friend dem ready fi hit di block yo
Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know how
If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo
Hail my friend and start collect di top doe
Now, with ease, takin over all territories
Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze
Mi shot can be heard from the West Indies
Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze
Trees, smoke di pound by di keys
Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas
Top notch we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch
Di way how we be clockin it makin these g's
Grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it
Yo, up inna your face definin it
Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it
Yo, grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it
Hey, up inna your face definin it
Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it
What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)
So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread
Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red
Pay attention to like how easy man dead
It's ready been written man it's ready been said
Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head
Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led
Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled
Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds
We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead
And this di original di badily boom skegereg
Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic
Spittin like a damn automatic
So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic
Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo
Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance
Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes di shine
Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that designed
Special in crime, grindin fly
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin me
Niggas tryin to stop my doe
Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck
T Dot niggas (
Grindin!) we don't give a (BO!!!!)
Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth
Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house
Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon cock
Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north
Weh di man dem a seh? Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten)
Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen)
Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean?)
Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know
Swell it to di seem yuh know
Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know
Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot
Stop whinin when we (
Grinding!)
What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like? (Grindin)
So whatcha name be like? (Grindin)

Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to feel...
Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before
C'mon
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the...neighborhood pusha
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap so the feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got pot for a dozen
Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't help
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines me
I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine"
Four and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
with two tips whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my water meaning the icing on the cake
I'm Grinding
I move caine like a criple
Balance niggas through the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel--
Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
I'm grindin' Jack
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when

Pusha-T;
With every line written, And all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
Now is time to mend shit,
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
Thinking to myself, what can I be owing you?
They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I trouble t-boy,
It's just a D-boy
Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
All apologies,
I bear the cross I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
Not to confuse,
Our sentiment are all the same
I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I turned away
And didn't even flinch,
Yuuch
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first bitch ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays
She can't even face me
I'm sorry for the heartbreak
I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompus muthafucka!
Just look what them jewels made me
I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
I'm role playing a conscious nigga
And true is true
Cocaine aside
All of the blogger behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I owe you all
Malice:
This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line
I touch the hem Gods work is so divine
I see the error of my ways over time
Never to return, Malicous has been refined
Like vine with time, I get better
Not for valley vintage, my flow is fermented
Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar
Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow
Never mind my car, careful what you wish for
Behind the curtains, the devil and his pitch fork
Jealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for?"
How was I to know I was happy being piss poor
No whore, that's not love, we was fucking
I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking
And I was lusting
We were both out of order
I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter
Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man
I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands
Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans

[Verse 1](Pusha T)
Follow the leader exhaust pipes and breathers,
The flash from the barrel turns bullies to believers,
The time of the life make the bitches wanna keep ya,
This is my reality want it well let me teach ya
Follow my footsteps who tragically entriumph
Through flows I give you mind comft
Kilos consign dem, do as I say like simon
And you too will diamond blind hun
I'm on my DYLAAN dillinger, flow just killin ya
Ya wonder why the real ain't feelin ya, ya fraudin
I masoned ya'll martin?margedem? O's together since HOV
was named rotten charles jordan
YEAAH I kept em noddin, snorting, slobbin, barfin, then
bought cars off em
The realest rapper that unwrapped and docked em, if you
can fit these shoes then walk em, I parked em
[Chorus]
It could've been a corner, but I had to save my
SOOOOOUUUULLLL(save my soul)
I'm out there chasing my dreams lookin for a place to
GOOOOOOOO(place to go)
Tryin to get up out the ghetto come follow with my
footsteps
Put down the heavy metal then follow with my footsteps
Cause if ya don't it might be daaaaaanger
[Verse 2](Malice)
It's not for you to do as I do rather do as I say
These footsteps could lead you astray,
Lead you to the cell or lead you to a grave
Either way you may never see the light of day
Don't let my wrongs do you the right away
To immilate my past escapin the lords grasp
Told you the truth yet who was I to brag
Especially seeing how?armani fines ain't hard to last
I miss my homie but she's missing her dad
It weighs on my conscious and I hate conscious rap
Apart from that I wish to see you succeed
So I speak to my people on the spirit of chuck d
You behind the glass trust me and cut deep
Then the words to every verse on it me in my sleep
So now what you see is malice and contradiction
People have hears hope you listenin come on
[Chorus]
[Verse 3](Pusha T & Malice)
(Pusha T)
Follow me like twitter nigga you can check my timeline
I'm the quiet one but my intellect is einstein
I'm so ennerd by the shit that I've obterred
Just lookin at you coons got a nigga lost for words
Verge of insanity I'm at my crossroads
Shame on the birds that led em like lost souls
We got it wholesale we move it like coscos
Mercy on the court left us standin here heartbroke
(Malice)
I tought you how to cut it, cook it on hot stoves
I tought you how to share em, when fucking with hot hos
Tought you how to rock right shit up on your toes
I tought you how to smile for the camera when
heartbroke
I been the insipiration for all you industry dick
tasters
To you local dream chasers I am king bush
I set the stage for all these people being hooked
I weigh mountains while all them niggas just sayin
hooks
Ooh Ooh Ooh your momma's there
Ooh Ooh Ooh your grandmomma's there
Ooh Ooh Ooh your babysister's there

(feat. Pharrell)
[Intro - Pharrell]
Yo, we lovin' this
I got it baby
Ain't nothin' but a par-ar-ty
On my laced out chicks, par-ty
All my niggaz in the six, par-ty
Clipse comin' wit' the hits, par-ty
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Yo, the flow echo, grab a ho, won't let go
Chick shake her ass, Kalipso, I'm drinkin' on the world
Sip slow, techno scene, lace a beam
My team up, stand out like indigo dreams
In the club, bitches starin', dress, Donna Karen
They inch a bit close to see the links we wearin'
The jealous cats fill the room, but that's they doom
Because if the beef get set (PW: We cause a typhoon)
Yeah, what you here for, you better prepare for
The background 'cause your presence no one'll care
For the auto-matac, retaliate if it's sat-ac
Stagger when I walk, let my emeralds talk
Terror's status, tote unquote top, never drop
While the competition pleads and begs for us to stop
The interlock, stack like stock, style I got
Gonna make the world build off me like catcher's glocks, yo
[Chorus - Pharrell]
All I wanna do is drink on the world
Layin' on the beach, takin' sips wit' my girl
Here they come tryin' to trouble me
I just giggle 'cause I know they don't see
Nor can they hear so they need to explain
It's piece on pieces, that's simple and plain
This is our ode to the galaxy
Niggaz in the wrong if you feel like me
[Verse 2 - Malice]
Do you not know what the Clipse is
Malicious, M.C. type relentless
Why risk going against this, senseless
You in the realm where your team is defenseless
Players we ball, you in the benches
Full of clips, underground wit' extensions
You thought the camp had love, we show none like a show gun
Malice murderin' MCs, except wit' no gun
The slow gun, beat'll live fast, die young
We from where they strike in the flash, like Cy Young
How you come where you ain't welcome puzzlin'
Take us more sips to cliss, we guzzlin'
Got me wonderin', how can you live wit' yourself
Move a detective, similar to the 'self
Drama, you want drama, we do drama
The prize package, we blow like Unibomba'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
It's a fine line, between the have and the ain't got
Mad 'cause you ain't hot, in fact, far from it
Watch you plummet, we reside at the summit
Full of clips, run this, ridiculous
Why you makin' me laugh, eat clips
And an E-class, tap the wine glass at the lip
Then on behalf of the clique, take a sip
Remember how we used to be like now it be like, whatever
Malice and Terror, of the bad double header
[Malice]
It's the congruent, symmetrical bomb unit
Opposition fate, end up in found unit
Sync wit' the flow, hell no, we fine tunin'
And make the lie, kiss while you break your spine to it
Talkin' to make you feel me walkin' without a worry
Blaze up the spot, watch the whole crowd hurry
Magnetic, do you like a tractor, pathetic
Fully clips, M.O., yo, ready to chest hit
[Chorus x2 w/ ad-libs]
[Outro - Pharrell]
Par-ty..
Ain't nothin' but a Clipse par-ty
All my niggaz in the six, par-ty

(feat. Pharrell and Keri Hil[Clipse]
I keeps that dirty money, Im talkin fast cash, Im talkinn razor shaving, Im talkin duffle bags, Im talkin you can count it papi its all there. Im talkin hooking up that slumdog millionare,
I like the fast girls, who like them fast cars, who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow, I know those YSL platforms aint coming cheap, and plus i like to show i gets it from the streets.
[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like i belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me
[Clipse]
I see your name in lights, your face on the bigscreen, lets cruise drop the top, you deserve to be seen. Rockin those prada googles your my next top model, your style like jackie yo now just sit back and let em marvel. i know you see this paper i bet you count my cash. Countless trips to sex with her make ? bags, new kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right those bitches here cause they just had it first
[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like i belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me
Jockin my swag, ill pop tags youll be borrowing, no drinks in here yall thirsty well be swallowing, dont matter where i go those haters be following, baby, so hey now
[Clipse]

[Verse 1 - Malice]
You'll never catch these fugitives, this high speed
With hoppin' water, see-thru blue on jet skis
They twist trees, bend in they head to run my single
Mean while we minglin' chicks that's bilingual
Haters be like we sick of them, niggas in the whip sippin' gin
Switchin' lanes without signalin'
But they watch they mouth, because my dogs they ignorant
While I'm laid back, rockin' the Link, fuck what ya'll think
Stress-free, index finger mixing my drink
You see we hot like two 4-5th with gold clips
Ain't none of y'all fuckin' with this, it's hopeless
Malice on that raw shore shit, cut your throat shit
[Chorus x2 - Clipse]
This is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runners
To my niggas locked, holdin' it down in body numbers
Think of the Clipse when the whole clique in black hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them tricks get nothing from us
[Verse 2 - Noreaga]
I'm wit' Kurupt, in L.A., you know, my main homie
Readin' books by thugs, it's like my some cody
Get on some N.O. shit, like what up woady
Hey yo, off top, I'm like Puff, just won't stop
I get drunk and hit them hoes with the Smirnoff cock
Neptunes lace the beat that'll rock your block
I'm movin' on like Mya and Silkk
We don't mix like Hinny and milk
I got the cover and grill
Now, everybody a thug, look what I built
I keep it hot, while them sissy niggas been done chill
I let 'em live, you know I could've had them killed
Five thousand and one, faylaced by Troy
Fuck with Nore then you know that you some dumb boy
Me and Clipse got clips for ya'll faggots and boy
What!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Kurupt]

* [Pharrell]
You ready to do this, nigga?
You ready to come down here?
It's Virginia, nigga...
We do this in broad daylight...
It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga...
You ready?
[Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)
[Pusha T]
In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
Lost it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was wild
But what's the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J.
Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo
And your grams, too...
[Pharrell]
My nigga...
Fo sho...
[Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)
[Malice]
Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...
[Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)]
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?)
[Pharrell]
Young'n... (Talk about, what?)
This is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?)
This is real...

I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
G's up, rev them V's up
Federali's trying to reach us to keep us
Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's pieces
You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis
King Push flow prestigious
Hoes suck me like leeches
X and Os, tick-tack-toes
Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go
On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows
Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals
New York, Range Rov, sit on mo-mos
Pusha in that Bentley, G T O, no
Flow chameleon, worth 'bout a million
Sell Bolivian, Feds in oblivion
Bitch Brazilian, purse reptilian
Took her from far off island like Gilligan
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
It's me ma, you ain't dreamin'
Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing
So real that hon' ain't believin'
Out my bracelet, she can't make rhyme or reason
Soon as you get your heart involved
That's when I fall back love, au revoir
So international, French Riviera
Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera
Who cares when these fools talk
Don't mean jack 'til that tool gotta talk
Icy wrists help me to cool off
And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk
Reminds me of how I applied myself
And why I now ride with Tiptronic help
Bankroll on overload
I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
So many different things make me trill
Start with that B with wings over the grill
Maybe how my way with words make me mills
Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales
Young, restless, talk so reckless
Two hundred thousand up in my necklace
Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch
I ain't mention the Rolly red neck like Texas
To y'all ill wishers who wanna take part
In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart
And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya
Even let 'em cheat from my paper
Why does wealth make them hate me
And make chicks hearts so achy breaky
Rarely do I toot my own horn
But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got, my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill

I'm having nightmares, ooh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid
I'm having nightmares, ooh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid, oh no
I'm waking up in the middle of the night
My heart beats pumping like something ain't right, oh what's goin' on
When I go outside I feel something behind me
I'm looking back, but nothing's around me, oh what's goin' on
Man I don't know, what am I trippin' on
There's something in the room, it's lurking in the shadow
Staring through the darkness, man I don't know
These four walls are closing in, these voices ain't my friend
Their haunting me, those, those memories
I'm having nightmares, ooh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid
I'm having nightmares, ooh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid, yeah
They coming for me, they running up
I'm on my balcony, seeing through the eyes of Tony
They say we homies, but I see hatred
Do not they know brotherly love is sacred
Niggaz catch feelings, even contemplate killings
When you see millions, their are many chamillions
Your not a gunna, for real, your just a runna
Haters I spot you from a far and I'm the deer hunter
They be thinking nice car, nice crib
I be thinking, how long will these niggaz let me live
I understand 'cause people need things
And they will take it from you and take you from your seedlings
So even with the mumble is talk
I still walk the most humblest walk
And one day, they may even catch up with me man
But 'til then, I'm Leonardo, 'Catch Me If You Can'
I'm having nightmares, ooh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid
I'm having nightmares, ooh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid
Look over your shoulder, something is near
And I'm so scared, when I'm alone, I'm so scared
Now it's inching closer, trouble is near
But nothing's there, when I look nothing's there
I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but
It's right by my side, their's nowhere to hide
I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but
It's right by my side, there's nowhere to hide
I make big money, drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
Virginia nights, sellin' hard white
To sellin' out shows, every gangsta love my flow
Still I creep low, thinking niggaz trying to harm me
Hoping my karma ain't coming back here to haunt me
Was it that nigga, I took his powder with a smile
Praying to Lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit
I pilt niggaz girls back like Alphahydroxie
Spent money like happy days, I'm the real Fonzy
Top off the coupe, that's how JFK got shot B
Can't let niggaz roll up beside me and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block, weekly, my health yearly
Somethings wrong with me, niggaz don't get along with me
Got a four four, hope ya body got strong kidneys, oh
I'm having nightmares, ooh
My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid
I'm having nightmares, ooh

* [Pusha T]
Yes sir..
[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass
(Pharrell)
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man
[Malice]
I got guns 'cause they got guns
I get cash they get none
So I'm sure you see where that leaves me
In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach
I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech
When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each
Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all niggas and my nerves is bad!"
So sad, but I won't think twice
We rich, we get the best judicial advice
Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-in'
Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in'
Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in'
Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-in'
And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin'
If that thing jam, it's divine intervention
Click!
[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass
(Pharrell)
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man
[Pusha T]
Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...)
You know I can't sleep on his word
Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...)
All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse
Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know
it...)
Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...)
Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...)
Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that
I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo ass...)
Now, rap about that
I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...)
Some say Pusha's the coldest
Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless
Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less
Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...)
Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker)
[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass
(Pharrell)
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man
[Pharrell]
Yo..
You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us..
This is the real..

Hey Hey Hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me(8X) Ok
They see I'm shining dog, you see these diamonds dog
They say I'm shining so hard I like to blind em dog
You got a problem dog, well you can bring it on
I got at least a hundred shots and you can get em all
Hey, I did it, I really did it
I'm like a poster child for niggas that just get it get it
I'm supposed to smile for my niggas who aint here to live it
I'm putting money on they books so they can ball in prison
And feel the spirit of a boss, duel pipe exhaust
All we know is the floss, I'm cocaine castling throwing bombs to moss
My bitch keeps the newest and the latest,
A street nigga, she know I'm the greatest.
Hey Hey
Hold up that rosea, pourin half the bottle out,
If you from where I'm from, you know where I'm flowin out,
Overcame the odds, so we overdue them cars,
We done balled around the world, now we reaching for the stars
Hey hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me(8X) Ok
If only I would have gotten what I had deserved,
Lord knows I would have been done left this earth,
Or either in somebody's jail rotten that's my word,
If not yourselves then you need to have them kids in church
Mistook my work for selling crack,
You should have gotten more out of that than that
My grandma would say you, boy you backwards as a hat
Whether in a trap, nfl draft pick or rap,
Virginia is for hustlers, hustlers get it back.
I though that life was a bad bitch bad car,
Life is with your kids watching madagascar
In the headrest of the H3 with crashbar
Rockin playclothes, everydays a catwalk.
Hey Hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me(8X) Ok
Been there done that, fell off, got back
Real nigga shit, only champions can talk that.
Earn my respect, niggas hating cause they want that,
Been to hell and back, only champions can walk that.
Talk that put yo money where yo mouth is,
T off on the green, golf courses where the house is.
A long way from pumping out housing projects,
Investing in real estate weighing out my proepects
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.

[Intro - Terrar]
Yeah, yeah..
What y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do?
C-L, I-P, S-E, N-E-R-D
What y'all wanna do?
[Verse - Terrar]
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
That bitch wit the tech, first line of defense
Pullin' up in the Ac' black shit wit dents
Test her aim, we'll be speaking your name in past tense
Dress have you stressed till all black the scheme
Chest poor formation when I'm wit my team
Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings
How we floss, high gloss, we livid through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by Kitana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like I asked though, but her head was the trauma
Arrogant for a reason, sex all season
Two chicks, one dick, the odds are uneven
Niggaz die for treason, heart stop beating
Hang em from the lightpoles wintertime, when it's freezing
Take the safety off lock, forty cali' chrome cock
All I wanna hear, pows and pops
And your last two breaths fore your breathin stop
Bodysnatch you, whether it's rhythm or ones
Bodysnatch you, whether grenade or guns
Yo to all of my rivals, hold you bitches liable
When it's time I'm pulling out my nine from the Bible