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It Aint Over Til Its Over - DJ Khaled
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The Originators - DJ Khaled
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New York - DJ Khaled
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I'm From The Ghetto - DJ Khaled
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Brown Paper Bag - DJ Khaled
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Bitch I'm From Dade County - DJ Khaled
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Welcome To My Hood - DJ Khaled
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Never Be Nothing Like Me - DJ Khaled
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We Takin' Over - DJ Khaled
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Natalie Grant - DJ Khaled
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Problem - DJ Khaled
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Self Paid - DJ Khaled
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Take It To The Head - DJ Khaled
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Suicidal Thoughts - DJ Khaled
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Standing On The Mountain Top - DJ Khaled
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They Ready - DJ Khaled
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Sleep When I'm Gone - DJ Khaled
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Shout Out To The Real - DJ Khaled
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Out Here Grindin' - DJ Khaled
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Piss 'em Off - DJ Khaled
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My Life - DJ Khaled
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Money - DJ Khaled
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I'm So Hood - DJ Khaled
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I'm So Hood (Remix) - DJ Khaled
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I'm So Blessed - DJ Khaled
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I'm On One - DJ Khaled
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Grammy Family - DJ Khaled
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I Don't See 'em - DJ Khaled
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I Did It For My Dawgs - DJ Khaled
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Hip Hop - DJ Khaled
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Final Warning - DJ Khaled
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Fed Up (feat. Usher Young Jeezy Drake & Rick Ross) - DJ Khaled
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Cocaine Cowboy - DJ Khaled
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Gangsta Shit - DJ Khaled
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Future - DJ Khaled
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Don't Pay 4 It - DJ Khaled
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Destroy You - DJ Khaled
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Cocky - DJ Khaled
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Before The Solution - DJ Khaled
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B-boyz - DJ Khaled
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Candy Paint - DJ Khaled
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Can't Stop - DJ Khaled
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A Million Lights - DJ Khaled
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'S' On My Chest - DJ Khaled
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All I Do Is Win Remix - DJ Khaled
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All I Do Is Win - DJ Khaled
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We Takin' Over (Remix) - DJ Khaled
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Way Too Cold - DJ Khaled
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Reborn - DJ Khaled
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Outro (they Don't Want War) - DJ Khaled
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Legendary - DJ Khaled
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Intro (We The Best) - DJ Khaled
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I Wish You Would - DJ Khaled
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Holla At Me - DJ Khaled
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Go Hard - DJ Khaled
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Cold - DJ Khaled
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Cash Flow - DJ Khaled
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Bitches & Bottles - DJ Khaled
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All My Life - DJ Khaled
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Put Your Hands Up (feat. Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Plies & Schife) - DJ Khaled
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Dj Khaled - DJ Khaled
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I'm Thuggin (feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Ace Hood) - DJ Khaled
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Bringing Real Rap Back (feat. Rum) - DJ Khaled
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Rep My City (feat. Pitbull & Jarvis) - DJ Khaled
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Defend Dade (feat. Pitbull, Casely) - DJ Khaled
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Hit 'Em Up - DJ Khaled
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Where U Got Your Flow From - DJ Khaled
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New York Part 2 - DJ Khaled
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Aicha - DJ Khaled
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Game - DJ Khaled
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Didi - DJ Khaled
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Kingston, Jamaica - DJ Khaled
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Go Ahead (feat. Flo Rida, Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Lloyd, Fabolous) - DJ Khaled
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She's Fine - DJ Khaled
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Don't Get Me Started - DJ Khaled
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I'm On (feat Nas) - DJ Khaled
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Talk It Over - DJ Khaled
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Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife) - DJ Khaled
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Blood Money (feat. Rick Ross, Birdman, Ace Hood, Brisco) - DJ Khaled
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We Global (feat. Trey Songz, Fat Joe, Ray J) - DJ Khaled
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Victory (feat. Nas & John Legend) - DJ Khaled
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Rocking All My Chains On (feat. Birdman, Bun B & Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) - DJ Khaled
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No New Friends - DJ Khaled
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I Wanna Be With You - DJ Khaled
[Fabolous:]
I said we the best at making this green
I swear Mountain Dew ain't got nothing on my team
F is for the family that's holding me down
I think niggas know who run this town
A is for the action i'm all about
Blow a nigga's head off, kill all the doubt
B is for the big boys with the grown money
And bad bitches who ain't gotta spend their own money
Shots of 'tron at like 4 in the morn'
It ain't over til it's over
Loso i'm gone
[Mary J. Blige:]
Lights stay on, they don't fade
Take my last call don't hold your breath
Every day make something out of nothing
Move a mountain and still keep running
Never come down make no mistake
They can say ay
That my end is on the horizon
When I wake
All I see is the sun rising
And just when you thought I said all there was to say
I get the last word
It ain't over til it's over
Just when you thought I did all there was to do
I gave my best to you
It ain't over til it's over
It ain't over til it's over
It ain't over til it's over
[Jadakiss:]
I smoke weed, you sip on lean
People always sayin' what the hell does that mean
J is for the justice I did to the game
Lot of these niggas that's on is lame
A is for the way I airs 'em out
Coupes by the two's I pairs 'em out
D's for the dope that a nigga still pumpin'
12 hour shifts got the spot still jumpin'
Rocking on til the block is gone
38 is snub nose but the chopper's long
[Mary J. Blige:]
And everything takes time so they say
Been on my side every day
Every second gone is another way to come up
Been the pawn, I crashed into the jackpot
Twists and turns I can take
They can say ay
That my end is on the horizon
When I wake
All I see is the sun rising
And just when you thought I said all there was to say
I get the last word
It ain't over til it's over
Just when you thought I did all there was to do
I gave my best to you
It ain't over til it's over
It ain't over til it's over
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
I Told Em Ima Get Up Get Out N Get Something
But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In the City Thuggin
Never Been A Nigga Thats Never DoneLess Than 100%
The Hustles Thats In Me My Thug Mentality
Showed Me What To Do To Improve My Salary
Dont Nobody Move Or You Could Be A Casualty
Why You Would Really Wanna Cross Paths With Me
One Nigga Left And They Thought We Was Done
Done Think You'll Get Rid Of The Twist Of The Tongue
They Thought We Was Finished But We Just Beginning
They Want Me Commited For The Murder 1
No Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die
Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme
Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm
Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My Cash Growin
And Ass Showin These Niggas Cant See Bone They Already Know
Came Down With A Style Unfamiliar Sound Thats How We Kicked In The Doooor
What It Be Like Bone Thug Nigga Born And Bred In The Cleveland Street Life
And Believe We Aint Goin Nowhere We Permanent Posted Up Like Street Lights
We Do It Still Get To It Undisputed Who Would Of Knew It
We Stay The Truest Suited And Booted
They Aint Doin It Like We Do It Do It!!
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
Nigga tell the truth for you get inda booth
You know think about the bone flow for hoes
I aint nice like ??wanna split ya mouth
Betta get you that dough you old hoes
Wheres the respect when you cash that check (huh)
Nigga break bread well bust your head (yup)
Ill bring to it the heart rather leave em dead
Before my time but im still ahead
Of yall (all yall) like a nice bitch hit a nigga raw dawg (raw dawg)
And any nigga with him catch a sawed off (sawed off)
And im ready im ready know what it is
Nigga bow down(bow down)nigga show some love
Aint no hoes in us we can swing dem buds
We can share some blood (blood
Let a nigga loose ima smack him like i do (do)
Ima come and see you fuck that rappin in a booth (booth)
I aint no studio or nothin my name in yo mouth
And ima show you somethin fuck it
This the first time double back dumpin (dumpin)
Deep in the club they some suckas rush em (rush em)
Get it how we get it dont let the singin fool ya
We gets dirty dirty dirty never nervous
Nah aint no love there (aint love there)
Watch yo mouth or one day them thugstas yes
They will run up on ya (on ya) and thats when its over cus
We dont play no games so when we up on ya
Believe we gone let it rain
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
In the hood where its good yea we get respect
On any street man its time to bill collect
Its a promise little homie no need for threats
We da best in the business we breed the next
Nigga ride with a thug on a cleveland quest
We really aint mad at you clones
You gotta give credit where credit is due
Why wouldnt they give it to bone
If you ever gave props den a massive thanks
Now you thinkin how a master thanks
Way back in 94 stage stayed closed
We opend the door nigga get that bank
Flip that flow city to citymy niggas is gritty and ol boy
Reppin that bone thug mo thug thugline
Hit em with one rhyme they be like OH BOY (Oh boy)
Now most of the greatest done did it
And some of the latest done did it
Rest in peace to the b-i-g
Been 13 years and they still fuck with it
Jay-z done did it j.d done did it little bow wow did it and killed it
I love when a real nigga do they thang some wanna plead not guilty
Nigga get filthy aint no playa hation some of yall niggas its congratulation
Got your hand on my dick try to masterbate it
Let me bust in face since you had to taste it
Smash and takin whats rightfully mine
Nigga betta check my profile
Niggas is up in myspace eternally this be bones style (bone style)
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
This is, this is,
This is, this is,
Im about Unity,
Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida
Listennn,
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Yo the hammer and the muzzle came together,
All I had did was hold on to the pieces untill the puzzle came together,
Before it all got hyped,
I was in the corridor,
Apple before it got riped.
So I aint gotta act like,
I'm on top of, or in front of them,
If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them,
Listenn I'm a different kind of boss,
I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth,
These niggas is different kind of soft.
Everybody know it all,
Nobody follow a protocal,
The money's only good until you blow it all.
Stacking every cents,
Guliani knocked John Gotti, What?
So now he's running for president.
It's a shame what the game's became,
But the truth is,
There's really nobody to blame,
But the music.
Lets give it a minute,
Wtih no wack gimmicks,
Just hard beats and rhymes,
blow breath back in it.
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this,
You claim king, but we in control of this,
Name another rapper you see on the streets,
huggin the block at the height of a beef,
Yellow tape and white sheets,
Yea that's my back drop whenever I speak,
I know alotta y'all would love to ice me,
make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy.
But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit,
Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant,
Joe's the business, Ask about me,
In the middle of the desert,
and they still can drought me.
You know Coka baby he stay on that new york shit,
You see weezy coming down on that forklift,
And money aint a thing, unless he come off with
Then Ima have to hit em with these little bricks often.
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
New york, New York nigga never went no where,
I just took off a couple of years,
But Now I'm back on my day to day,
Old school, Gucci frames like day to day,
Who gone tell New york times up, Flava flav,
Cuz as much as things change it remains the same
And you can gimme the city of God
And Mecca, the temple, the mas
An inspiration, the inception, The art..
Of Hip Hip was born
And the rap game was formed
From niggas dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms
Against all odds,
and argue all day about who's a bigger star,
Joe, Jada, or Ja.
SO close but so far,
So many there's no star,
I can't belive Fifty Cent and NY fell off,
And L.A. came back, and the south is running shit,
Then one blood group, shit's all developing, NEW YORK
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
We the best
I represent the hood
I represent the ghetto
I represent the people
I represent you
LISTEN!!!
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
Ayo Cali
Walk with me
Yeah thats what got me here
The chucks the khaki suits
All the swap meet years
The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks
Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop
Thats why I love the hood and everything we got
From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops
All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch
I'm that type of nigga yall made my city bigger dawg
Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss
So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs
When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas
Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project
From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so.....
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
AAHHAA!!!
Yeah ugh
They know
Yeah ugh
Aint no help there just food stamps
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care
Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it
Everybody know eachother if not they realated
You can get shot or get bladed
Theres dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you just to cop out
Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out
Fights break out when you wired and start joking
Alot of OG's retired and started smokin
House party games of spade sweet kool-aid
Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid
So therefore I could never be too paid
I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
Haha
Tell me this how come
Black folks get a little doe
And forget where they come from
Man we used to have good times
But since you moved on up you aint cool with us
We still support you tho we dont see you much
You aint the first fool its cool with us
But why you living out your idols dreams
Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs
Now its cool that your adress changed
But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same
I guess new homies came with his fame
But see true homies will stay the same
Through all the up's and down's in your career
A couple wives few kids scattered here
And when you dead or broke without a deal
All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
DJ Khaled, we the best
Nigga, we the best, man, listen
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em
Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, come on
Brown paper bag
(Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag
Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights
Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white
They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer
In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass
Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task
And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga, duffle bag
I just know it so well, can't help but brag
Gold mouth got 10, mail man got 3
It's just yo' luck the rap game got me, hold up
Here we go again
Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs
And the bad bitches all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine, I'm so far in
I'm speaking with an accent who just caught twin
Can't even relax in my room
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my trippers getting black plastic bag money
We talkin' 'bout that bad money
That IRS, K Tax money, ya dig me?
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank God for the mill he prepared for me
Take care my fam and my little dog, money
Thank God for that brown paper bag, that
Brown paper bag
(Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
(Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag
Just pulled over in my CM 5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five
20 minutes and they dump, I'ma let these fly
We the best, look at what we drive
Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high
In the back of the Maybach and it cost five
Hundred thou on a nigga, spent that with a smile
Stackin' numbers that alarm and race
White house, still move brick of law in a day
I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state
I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date
Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag
You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a Jag
Just starin' at the ceilin', ten woman at your pad
I was at the center, now I see villain just in fact, I'm a boss
Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money
It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money
Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks of rubber bands up in that
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm a mothafuckin' professional, like Hershel
Walker, the talk of the game is I
But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die
But that's not important, money's more important
And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin'
Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
Miami, Khaled took me in like an orphan
Why did they start him? Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint, Philly bustin' Carson
I'm by myself to niggas running mouths like auctions
T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha
And we stay on point like a fuckin' box cutter
Ya heard what I say, muhfucka? Sid I stutter?
With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out
Coka baby, man, you know I already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money
For tha cash, I'll blast anybody that
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Y'all niggas want coka music
La Costra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this
Pin it so easy, cave nigga doin'
Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it
I confuse it, critics be hatin'
Best album yet, don't give me the same ratin'
I'm waitin' top of rap Rushmore
Edge of stone, right beside puns war
Unsure, anything's possible
4 mill spent, bought out the art class u
I'm Picasso in a Versace suit
Don't worry, my nigga, Khaled, I got you
Not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to
Put the squad on your back, the impossible
It's only logical to spit it from the heart
Brown paper bag, who else but Joey got that
Brown paper bags
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Dade County, let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my city
Miami, Listennn
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from down the way, you know--around the way
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A
A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved
Look here, shit real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder
We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas
For on pray they raised to get money waist
We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)
305, it's my city
Yes, I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me
Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south
Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house
Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (whudd?!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She rollin' wit moa (moa!)
Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)
Khaled's the boss
Like Ricky's the Ross
Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source
Come here girl, lemme get you this
This one Rick try to get you rich
Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich
I'm out this sports, I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this fo' us
Listennn
Yuh, I got money too
Bris', I be comin' thru
Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)
Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)
Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ayy!
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em
Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas
M-I-A my niggaz, hommie we don't play
Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer
Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet
Come on the opposite side of the beach
They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep
Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean
That's when I top wanna say about your dreams
We on the tox' clippin' that clean
Holla on the block cause we under degrees
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy
Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy
We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County
You better know it, cause
Carol City on my mind, we mobbin' out the line
I'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines
We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets
You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef
Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,
I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it
Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho'
Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho!
Unhh
From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka
D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)
I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty
Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city
Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime
They got rockin every city them niggaz back pounds of that purp'
Yeah--What it is, what it does, we are th-th-the best
I'm from the city where you need to were somebody go to fast
Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in
The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay
Featuring: DJ Khaled, Lil' Wayne, Rick Ross, T PAIN
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood
(Where the hood at)
(Where the hood at)
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy's
24?s so you know we roll heavy
Welcome to my hood
They outside playing hopscotch
And every know this is the hot spot
Welcome to my hood
Them boys will put you down on your knees
(Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police
In my hood
[Rick Ross]
Audemar on my wrist
Diamond, look like they glowing
50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing
Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'
Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em
Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz
I got possession of a federal offence
I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent
So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt
Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga
Blow that bitch on a bottle
The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back
Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Plies]
I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga
I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga
If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable
And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us
And why is the half of my whole hood on papers
Some are on house arrest, some are on child support
Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court
Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note
Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo
I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores
We throw our money round here, but y'all can...
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad
And they say time fly's, well mine's first class
I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets
I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass
Pockets on Monique
Bitch I'm from the murder capital
Hoe, I'm far from practical
Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot
I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out
Got it sewn up, check the thread count
O-K-K-K
O-K-K-K
G's up, this yo boy Lil' Scrappy
DJ Khaled, (Let Em' Kno) So get your G's up
You can be as fuckin real as u want,
And hard as u will,
But u will never be nothin like me,
You can rock with the 12's in the trunk,
Get so drunk,
But u will never be nothin like me,
You can go n fuck with a hoe,
A pocket full of dough,
But u will never be nothin like me,
Yea yea u wanna act hard,
I can tell in your eyes u will never b nothin like me,
Born, Devil riches son the second,
My daddy blessed me with a wonderful weapon,
Hoes see me n they keep on stepin,
So my momma took me to school taught me pimpin lessons,
Oh, I kno u ain't tryin ta call your people,
Cause I got people that'll sue your ego,
Sum of em in the club with a desert eagle,
U ain't gone win a fight unless u got it like we do,
Equal, naw nigga we ain't equal,
U said u pop cris they wouldn't believe u,
Look at the time it's way past your curfew,
I'm a back up cause I don't wanna hurt u,
Aw man these niggas throwin bottles on the stage,
I'm a still go out n rep the A,
If u take it outside I'm a get the cake,
Aye shorty I said get up out my face,
But anyways,
Ya'll niggas don't kno me, don't kno my name,
Jus kno me by my fortune n fame,
They want me to b humble shorty but I can't,
Don't get all mushy eyed shorty let me explain,
There's alot of mothafuckas out there that hate,
I might catch a case cause I gotta gun on my waist,
People out seein what kinda moves ya make,
Scrapper get the hell away from a nigga that's fake, aye
U say u hot but u ain't dat,
Your shit weed, n my shit crack (damn),
If I rob u, I ain't givin that back,
If I steal your girl shorty jus call me the mack, (scrap)
The Scrap,
Show her P-I-M-P,
If they hatin shorty then u need betta delivery,
I'm from the A-Town, Southeast, Zone 3,
If ya touch me then u get your ass beat,
Some of ya'll lames ain't got enough on your track sheet,
To clap me u gone need a crowd to see me,
Look in the mirror I kno u wanna b me,
Mad cause your girl on my dick like bologne,
Look dude, I don't want u nowhere near me,
I'm a real G nigga and that's clearly,
If ya come around I'm a knock ya silly,
If ya can't hear me then ya got to feel me (Yea)
(What my name is?)
H-O-M-E boy,
Through a microscope, u niggas can't see me-e boy,
If u jump inside my body could'ntbe me-e boy,
Bullets bust on sight so freely-e boy,
I'm a monster, evil, Chucky me Freddy Krueger,
Bitch nigga I will do ya, with 9 millimeter rueber,
I'm hell on earth now that's what they told me,
Hotter than the flames in hell, so hell could'nthold me,
No man control me,
Follow no one, I'm a leader,
I'm Homeboy, Bitch I'm off the mothafuckin meter,
Right now or tomorrow I'm a see ya when I see ya,
Cock back n make me pop the lid off the pringles,
C'mon, once I step outside of my zone,
Bullets fly jus like that star wars attack of the clones,
Listen up got some shit that'll part your hair round here,
We from Georgia, it's the spot,
Featuring: Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, Akon, Birdman
DJ Khaled, Konvict Music
We the best, we takin' over, listen
I started in Atlanta then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn holla at me
Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the ***
Got a ***, *** your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't *** you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Listen
Buzz is what I does
I get money everyday, everyday I does
That Benz is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two *** on right
You better move, AK all day
Get *** up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm B.I.G. like Diddy, dammit, I'm wit' it
Khaled, we did it, Biggie in my city
Please no fitted, *** it, I'm too pretty
Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, dammit, she gorgeous
Miami on fire, you better be cautious
Might get *** on the porch of your fortress
Now they see it was no one from Port City
I run here, Rick Ross is boss ***
'Cause we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Listen
Blat, when you see crack, better duck
Like the *** gotta ease past, *** what?
***, I don't give ***, I run these streets
Y'all talk that ***, I want that beef
I'ma tell you like a G told me
They'll come back quick if a *** O.D.
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace
You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandanna when I'm *** mad trees
*** please, I spit crack, every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work to feed the whole town
They won't *** you unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Said, we takin' over one city at a time
Listen
Birdman dead, I'm number one
*** came at me wrong so we got him done
*** with the family, I'ma give him some
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run
Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
*** with some ***, that paper long
Been a G in the game, now my son on the throne
I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I'm untamed, I need a leash
I'm insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like my Sprite Easter pink
And my wrist special clock but the mule's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a *** ***, it is not a tumor
Red like, red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big kahuna, ya dig?
[Hook: Kevin Rudolf]
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one, and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your club
It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold
It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold
[Verse 1: Tyga]
New Hermes duffle bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little glass
20 hour flight, never jet-lagged
Sipping white wine, watching the sunset
Real love this close? I ain't never had
Sitting with you all day til the night pass
Damn, I ain't trying to fight that
But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?
Now I'm lookin' over my shoulder, shoulder
Champagne, good [?] and good times, and now it's all over
But can't blame me for all that
You was bright, now your heart all black
Try to outshine the good with the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I ain't mad at you
Still shinin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: MackMaine]
You gettin' old and your heart turn cold
Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your
life, but this the life that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest road,
I mean long-ass flights for these [?] hoes
But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life
[?] ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like
Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend
[?] and king, I'm lookin' for a dope queen
Uh, first thing baby: I'm ready to rock
Baby car goes high, man smash [?]
Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give 'em the chills (Millz-y)
Keep riders, get birth control pills
[Jae Millz]
Uh, young money, bright lights
Lord knows I live for these nights
You're damn right, I'm a sip champagne 'till it burn my side
[?] to the front, like Jeter
My diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus
Mouth jewelry, loud speakers
Blowin' loud weed with some loud divas
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Uh, it's that summertime, money time
Gonna rhyme good time, when I'm done giving mine
Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines
Pretty toes hangin' out the window to the finish line
Spikes pokin' out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line
Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx
How [?] in Miami, Khaled outcome
You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothin' like a movie, I just date a [?]
Remember it was hard trying to page wagers
Nice spittin' hard rhymes on the main stages
Independent, yeah I told 'em major later
We some independent niggas gettin' major paper
Shout to 'em, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keep, so how we gon' give up that?
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!
B. Sig in the muthafucka holla at cha boy
Yea Beat Novakane aka Mr. Miami aka Get the Fuckin Job Done
Yea, when I copp its 4 doors I'm to big for a coup nigga
An when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas
An I don't trust a nigga as far as I can throw em
Even though I'm feeling strong enough I prolly can roof niggas
Yea, Ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so its off with the suits
Back to Fateegs, black tee’s an Timbaland boots Nigga
The year is new, I want my spot back take 2
Matter fact take the whole click who you know can fly by in the 05-06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
You know I still fuck with State P still fuck wit Dame Dash still fuck wit
Jay-Z
Still real steel still recognize real I still feel it in the air
We kill at will here
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim
knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
Yo you gotta hole in you and you bleedin
So its not like I'm just callin you "Pussy" for no reason
Me? I'm a bastard I hit the blunts till I gotta cough then I pass em
Exhaust on the Ashton, that next choice you make might be ya last one
Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the King of New York now?
Boys got safe in the house, I gotta vault now
From my old grams still, wit my old fam still
Still gettin wireless head that's with no hands
Listen My grandma in compensation compares to yalls is way beyond
exist-ions
D-Block daddy new black Caddi comin through knockin Micheal McDonald and
Patty
P's of haze is still goin for 8 in the Nati
Rather have God arrest me then Satan ta bag me (Get Serious!)
I'll gladly involve ya moms, Al-Quada Jada I'm only involved with bombs
(Uh)
Put my life on it
soon as you put in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it
I been givin to niggas for years I'm responsible for niggas careers
Muthafucka!
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim
knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
Hold ya head up Cass don't stress wait a come on fast
Keep to yaself just try not ta come off ass
Cause these niggas ain't playin fair
You know stay on ya square, handle ya biz be the man you say you is
I always been that nigga I said I was
You get booked don't budge look at the judge
An stand up an man up an never play those games
Real niggas don't say no names
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Donnta the big dog pitbull the Terror
Squad-ion
aka the Beat Novakane I'ma problem my album drops june 6th LISTEEENNN!
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim
knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
Yea, B. Sig fresh out the federal building, fresh on the bricks
Breathin that good air after doin a year and a day man holla at cha boy man
I want my spot back man for real man move over
the king is back to sit in his seat, Holla at cha boy nigga!
We are going in
Let's go
Grab the money fast
Blow the money quick
Rolling in the Maibach
Like I am fucking rich
Got the class
Got the stacks
We are so great
Got the stacks
Got the racks
We roll pay
From the foreign accent
Know how are dealing with
We are next level
Gotta do it big
[?] presidential suit
Call it Ross parole
Cops around the clock
[?] thousand watch
I ain't gotta stop
These bottles pop
[?] I am the corner stone
When it comes to drop
[?] so high and deep
High [?] for rap
Life or dead is not like [?]
You can decide for that
[?] I am fly man
When I go there is no fly back
Back back and forth
Will be the jack [?]
15 thousand feet dog let's hang
We got your morble waxc
We won't play
Marble wax rose
[Chorus:]
Grab the money fast
Blow the money quick
Rolling in the Maibach
Like I am fucking rich
Got the class
Got the stacks
We are so great
Got the stacks
Got the racks
We roll pay
Grab the money fast
Blow the money quick
Rolling in the Maibach
Like I am fucking rich
Got the class
Got the stacks
We are so great
Got the stacks
Got the racks
Working all winter
Shining all summer
I ain't no beginner
You scared to
[Chorus]
Take it to the head
Don't think about it (be about it)
Don't be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots,
I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots
I'm gone
Now we gon' get fucked up
No excuses no apologies
[Rick Ross]
Reputation for g's, that's the roll of a boss
So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch
She say love is for free, just expensive to shop
But it's nothing to me, that extends from my block
I got a lot of figures, I'm a father figure
She know a lot of niggas, don't know a hotter nigga
Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you
But I'm here to nurture, I wanna take you further
She got all them purses, I say in my verses
YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface
She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains
I always make her nervous, this record's perfect
[Chorus]
Take it to the head
Don't think about it, be about it
Don't be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies
[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, reputation for bussin'
Pussy open, it's nothin'
Big fat nigga, all that huffin' and puffin'
Take me shopping in France
And he pay in advance
He got big balls, ran a play in his pants
Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island
All my bitches is stylin'
Beaches and eatin Italian
This is real shit, real shit
On the real, nigga fuckin' wit a real bitch
I ride for him, DMV
Stamina, GNC
3 letters CMB
Competition, I don't see any
[Chorus]
Take it to the head
Don't think about it, be about it
Don't be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies
[Lil Wayne]
Reputation for tasting
I'm killin' 'em hoes like Jason
Got that pussy like medication to patients
Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion
Fuck with me baby, it's Tunechi baby
Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I'm rejuvenated
With all that pink on, bitch I'm king kong
I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone
Pop a pill and pop that pussy
I bet you tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet
And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest
And then she...
[Chorus]
Take it to the head, (yeh yeah)
Don't think about it, be about it
Don't be scared to take it to the head (yeh yeah)
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Ahhh haaa
Pass the Guiness
Yahhh
Gully Gad, from Kingston
Yahh yahh
We the best music
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So mi say be careful a di road dem weh yuh walk
Some a carry drugs and some a dem have dutty heart
Chat in front yuh face, dem wah fi kill you when you pass
You dem woulda lost
So it's best if you nuh talk
Am on another level like a Noah wid dah Ark
Am mi nuh fair di devil with the fork
Touch Gullyside guns smoke and guns bark
All a mi enimies dead off
So suicial, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicial, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
Every street, every block
Gullyside and a me
Tell dem we the best is just a family
From Kingston, Jamaica to Miami
We taking over, lead mek dem falla we
Sing this
Every Gangsta pon dem corner
A some di marijuana
Far as dem eyes can see
Mi a di real thing
From New York to California
To Arizona dem haffi set we free
Old Gangalee
God if you with me
Show the light just let me know
Light just let me know
You know, hands in the sky if you with me
It's the gullyside life you know
You now... you know...
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Pooh Bear: Standing on the mountain top
Countin all this Money
Laughin at you Haterz
Ain’t Nothing Gonna Save you
Khaled: Yeah,
Welcome Back
Another small Buy
we global
Feel my pain
The internet cant deal with a nigga like me
Cus i keep it so hood, yeah i keep it so Street
The industry hate but they gotta see me
Turn your tvs on bet all u see is me
Nah i aint playing why you trying to blame me
Might as well hate the world instead of hating on me
Pooh Bear: And we taking over, One label at a time
Khaled: I need that clearence
feed me more
come and think about it you need it more
Uhh i am miami
i do this for miami,
24 and 7 trays
yeah nigga we born and raised
Joe Crack we showed them
Damn right I'm so conceited
I know it made you sick,
Guess what it made me rich
Shout out to all my DJ's
Projects I know you feel me
Thank God for rubber bands
Thanks for brown paper bags
Phantoms' our paper tags
This one's for all the fans
Pooh Bear: Standing on the mountain top
Countin all this Money
Laughin at you Haterz
Ain’t Nothing Gonna Save you
Khaled: I Introduce you to
Ace Hood: Ace Hood!
Khaled: Get Em.
Ace Hood: mo money mo problems
They Holla I get em I got em
I’m bout da Bugatti's
The beasts and I feasts of the bottom
Youngens they charge feeding heat from the teeth of the
lava
Ain't stopping I’m Steady Moppin
Leave you inside of a coffin
Bitch I am Ace add the H to the Double O D
And When you Mention Greatness Bitch you better be
mentioning me
And when you say The best you definitely mentioning
we(the best)
They said I couldn’t do it
Proovin dem Ludacris Niggas
Who doubted the music They influenced and movin through
I’m Times 3
Hit a fiend and its deeper than me
Call me Young Hov the way I change and I bang on the
beat
My Album coming tell them pussies they stayin a sleep
Its G-U-T-T-A
I serve em as raw as the beef
My replication of this creature I mention its me
My Album Droppin see the Dead will be living through me
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don't stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down
Niggas thought I was gon' flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops
Ride round and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
Niggas know I'm takin they spot
Cause that's Cole up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like TIP told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop
Get a grip
Oh that's your dream car? Nigga that's my old whip
Oh that's your dream girl? Nigga that's my old bitch
Oh that's your new flow? Nigga that's my old shit!
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit
Them country niggas
One for the money
Two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever...
I been around the world
Twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shawty look what we got
My bass beat & it knock
Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain't slammin doors on they drop
Y'all niggas too young to remember how to? The beat but I'm not
So when it come to snappin Cadillac
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton nigga
One for the money, two for the show, three for no limit and the rest for
Death row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that's not the
Instrumental
Now pick up my coat, you let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I'll drag
Your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, Paraphernalia that is
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
About to change the game
DJ KHALED!
WE THE BEST FOREVER
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go
[Hook: Cee-Lo]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
[Verse 1: Game]
They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related
Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated
Hated, hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card game
And I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change
Fuckin' basketball wives, while you at away games
Really fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names
Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train
Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great dane
Try me, end up like why me?
Team full of animals, like I coach the heat
Four floor mansion, close to the beach
6 car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat
In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks
Flaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex
[Hook]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long
And only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone
Look, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this
The streets classified me as another level of greatness
I don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch
And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit
Listen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things
Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings
Watch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine
The piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time
The feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas
Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas
See now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away
'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it
And realize every thing is hotter when we touch it
[Hook]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
[Verse 3: Game]
Ayo Khaled, let this shit breeze
It's poor lil' rich nigga, that's me
Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh
Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep
1.5 wide, every 2 weeks
Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out
Life is short, then please, my kids gon' ball out
They kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now, pullin' cars out
You gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out
Ass gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in
All cause you let a nigga slip in
Aftermath, '05, G-Unit, '06
Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip
Sittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories
Pourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies
Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy
[Hook]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
(Verse: Meek Mill)
Green boots, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like she kill nigga
Are you scared, I know how you feel nigga
It's like a full time job not to kill niggers
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame thrower
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends start to fall when you in a row
Model bitches turn to hoes 'cause a nigga throw
Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose
Misaki pay for reading the script spin get shows
Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10
Better be soaked in it when I'm back in
I tried to court a milli on an aston
And I ain't got an album man I got these niggers falling off
I'm gone
(Hook x2)
Shout out to the real niggers, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggers
It's like a full time job not to kill niggers
(Verse: Ace Hood)
Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems that banana type
Seen a millie now it's hard for me to sleep at night
I'm the type to flug a rollie like there's no means
Barely all my niggers ball like I'm mister Clean
From the bottoms to the top I made it out the gutter
I'm 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets but not I'm running every summer
Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hatin' I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
You'll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash
Puff my rollie, cost me 80 that's gon' make 'em mad
Free my niggers Large, free my nigga Cage
Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
Niggers love it when you drowning in that water dawg
Hate to see a nigger shining like some marmaro
Loyalty over royalty that's my camelot
We the best of lover on 'em with my fucking boss
He just tell me murder niggers would think of holocaust
Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggers thought
(Hook x2)
Shout out to the real niggers, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggers
It's like a full time job not to kill niggers
(Verse: Plies)
It took a half of I'll nigga half the bank nigga
If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga
And I put that red dot right what you think nigga
Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga
I'm on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass
You that talking nigga you know you a pussy
A real nigga real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain't what you want bitch
Dialed me and still ain't a real nigga
'Cause I'm in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggers
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga
And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga
And they ain't telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga
We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga
Ain't got a yacht nigga the size of Shaquille nigga
And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga
(Hook x2)
Shout out to the real niggers, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggers
DJ Khaled, we the best season has returned
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I do this for the streets, the runners
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me
(Be me)
Stay hood stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggaz talking about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta get me me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets
Put my life on the line
But I'm likely to grind
I'm on top of the game
Fuck if you like it or not
Ask how I get the freaks
Strawberry swishy fresh
You'll be dealing with H
When you dealing with G's
Flashing deal with the realest
Shopping like it's still December
Diplomat on the fender of the Phantom
I'm the winner
I do it for the hood
I do it cause you can't
You suckers wish you could
Ricky Ross is in the bank
Guess who? Guess what?
Under investigation, so what?
Come through, doors up
Lil cool water, watch em freeze up
Look ma, got a new car
Should be proud of your son
He a trapstar
Say none of you expensive
That's what a gold man told me
Don't care what nobody say
I got a hundred, don't call me
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me
(Be me)
Stay hood stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggaz talking about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta get me me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me
Cause I am the streets
W e t h e b e s t, DJ Khaled
We da best
W e t h e b e s t, DJ Khaled
That's me
W e t h e b e s t, DJ Khaled
We da best
W e t h e b e s t, DJ Khaled
That's me
I wake up to get my cake up, I'm Algie brown
What can I say
I'm a product of my environment
Uh oh, I'm in the game
Watch me do me
Kickin' these niggaz
Khaled man call it Bruce Lee
Summer winter spring I can't forget the fall
I still remain a dog
A diabetic and all
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
They stick their tongue out
When they bow their head
(Cause we da best)
You niggas fly
Before you were just maggots
I'm the shit bitch
Because I'm black flagging
Yes sir, DR, the new squad
You niggas soft, we go hard
They like, oh god there go T Double
He got his click and his brothers
I know it's gon’ be trouble
Dark boys on the black gas
See they don't black mask
Now they can’t stand my black ass
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me
(Be me)
Stay hood stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggaz talking about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta get me me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me
Cause I am the streets
Hey knock knock
Yea I'm knocking on the bank's door
Gimme the million dollars
And I'm dropping off the cash flow
See you ain't heard I hit a nit
Now my money right
Spend it on the u-haul
Tipping on the turn pipe
Call up my dogs
Rag on my face
Bodies gon’ fall
Tell em it's Ace
If I catch a charge
Nigga I'm gon flee the state
My nigga LA, Re to Cali
Watch me beat the case
Hey feds, heard your bringing my name up
Know you want me back
Think I give a fuck
Better indict me now
Before price go up
Came in the world thuggin’ leaving with big nuts
Yeah I run with killas homie, so what?
What you want me to tell ya
I sold a lil dust?
Send in George Foreman
I bet he leave busts
I ain't scared to go
I beileve in Jesus
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me
(Be me)
Stay hood stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggaz talking about greatness
Whenever they speak about me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta get me me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me
Fresh on the scene, I just let the swag talk
Watch I pull up in that foreign just to piss them off
Had a whisper to my dog I said we here to ball
Chain, rang, wrist, bling, I'ma piss 'em off
Ok, more bottles of rose,... on the waste
Complimented by that og
Looking kinda fly mister hood, what them hoes say
Pissing niggas off by the bezel on the watch face
On that neck Shawty, that's just how a boss play
Phantom with the 2 tone, left it with the valee
You know how I rang, catch me grouping on a Sunday
Bitch I am the shit, we clear? Blu ray
Check the swag, yeah it's on
Getting cash, in bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss them off, just to let them haters know
Let them know
You ain't never meet a nigga that's fly
Ain't lying, got the top off the whip
You ain't riding, you ain't riding
If the watch under 40, you ain't shining, you ain't shining
Piss them off, you niggas all talk,
Ain't buying it
Old man 10 grand bought the whole mall
Heard they hating so I did just to piss them off
Chilling with a bad bitch this is what you call
Put her in a red bottom just to piss them off
Good, low, you know what the risk cost
Made a pretty penny prolly triple what your rent cost
Get a nigga shining, like cotton on a chandelier
Hopping about that Porsche while you... that be the panamera
Louie, Gucci, Fendi, yeah Versace be my day apparel
That shit that you talking it's nice, Christmas carol
And I ain't with the bullshit, I do this for real though
Kick it with a player, talking game when the field go
Swimming in some money, fuck around and do a back stroke
Do you know how I like it baby, you just keep your back low
Man I'm a dog, my whips are retarded
Swear I got a spaceship, you couldn't match it with a martian
Check the swag, yeah it's on
Getting cash, in bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss them off, just to let them haters know
Let them know
You ain't never meet a nigga that's fly
Ain't lying, got the top off the whip
You ain't riding, you ain't riding
If the watch under 40, you ain't shining, you ain't shining
Piss them off, you niggas all talk,
Nothing comes easy
Gotta go hard believe me
Gotta risk it all
Gotta roll the dice
If you want a taste of my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
My life my life
If you want a taste of my life
Yeah they wanna taste that rapper life
But the road to fame usually spoils the appetite
Ain't over here look I wouldn't wanna be ya
Talking so many bitches we got bitches on bitches
Way she moving that ass I think the bitch got switches
Pull up to this switch escalade full of killers
Now only thing... escalate full of scriller
Louis v to the bag half a rack for the slap rack
Wiz khalifa's on the coupe I'm talking black and yellow flapjacks
When I talk I be talking 'bout money
(feat. T-Pain, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies)
DJ Khaled We The Best
Who We Nigga
We The Best
The Winner I Represent The Ghetto Across The World
And You Represent The Hood put Two Hands In The Sky
(T-Pain)
I'm So Hood (Listen)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And I never dance when Im in this place Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer to My House Then You Know What I'm
Taking Bout I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talkin
Bout (I'm So Hood)
(Trick Daddy)
Everybody Wanna Mother Fuckin Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (Bitch)
I Do It For The Hood
Bitch Ass Niggas I Do It Cause I Could
Heavy Startch in My Jeans please 4 X On My White Tee
Livin Life Like A G That's Why These Bitch Ass Niggas Wanna Fight Me But I Ain't Goin Play Wit Em'
Nu Uh Brother Left To AK Hit Em'
Tough Niggas Get Fucked Up
And Put On Ice For The Rest Of They Life
I'm Straight Out The Hood Bruh
See Thats What I Do It For
My Low Class Ghetto Ass
Just Renewed My Ghetto Ass
(Chorus T-Pain)
I'm So Hood (Yeah)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And I never dance when Im in this place Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer Into My House Then You Know What I'm
Taking Bout I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talkin
Bout (I'm So Hood)
(Rick Ross)
Ross Yeah 4 5 Off In the Ride
For blunts For Me To Get High
Feel the bump When I Ride By (I'm So Hood)
I Got Em' Hate Talkin Like Plies
Niggas Keep Droppin' Like Flies
Snitchin Ain't Goin Cut No Time (I'm So Hood)
I Murk One Of You Fuck Niggas
Rob you For You Last
then off comes tha mask (I'm So Hood)
For Money For Mahem For Yayo And Millions
I Made Em', The Maybock Is Mine, The City Is Mine (I'm so Hood)
(Chorus T-Pain)
I'm So Hood (Yeah)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And i never dance when Im in This Place
Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer to My House Then You Know What I'm
Taking Bout I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talkin
Bout (I'm So Hood)
(Plies)
Yeah Damn My P.O. Ya'll Can Tell her I Said It
Violate me if she want she'll have to come catch me
Piss Test Me All You Want, Imma Smoke When I'm Ready
Pants Hangin Off Me now Cause My Pistol Heavy (Hood)
I Ain't Spoke To You Yet Dawg, Cause I Ain't Friendly
I Drank gac' Homie Ya'll Drink Cris
I Like Bust it baby I dont Want That Boogie Bitch
I Never Buy A Phantom 28's Can't Fit
They Say I'm Fed bound, They Call Me High risk
I'm a full blooded Goon, Lames Make Me Sick
You Get 3 or 4 Birds Before We Call You Rich
I'd Like To Thank The Hood Homie You Taught Me How To Ripp
(Chorus T-Pain)
I'm So Hood (Yeah)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
and I never dance when Im in this place Cause You And Your Man Is Plannin To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer Into My House Then You Know What I'm
Taking Bout I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talkin
Bout (I'm So Hood)
I'm So Hood
Trick Daddy, T-Pain, Rick Ross
Nigga We So Hood
We The Best
DJ Khaled Florida Stand Up
Let's Go
Featuring: Busta Rhymes, Lil' Wayne, Ludacris, Big Boi, Young Jeezy, T PAIN
DJ Khaled, we the best
Who we ***, we the best
The winners I represent the ghetto 'cross the world
And you represent the horde, two hands in the sky
(I'm so hood)
Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
'Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate
(I'm so hood)
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you know what I'm takin' 'bout
I'm out the hood
And if you feel me put your hands up
(Hood)
My hood of ***, can you stand up?
(I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood
If you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(I-I-I-I'm)
Everybody wanna mother*** know why I
Dress so fly, sit so high
***, I do it for the hood
*** *** *** I do it 'cause I could
Every star on my jeans gleams
4 X on my white tee's
Livin' life like a G that's why
These *** *** *** wanna fight me
Bluck, ain't goin play wit 'em
Brother left to AK hit 'em
Tough *** get *** up
And put on ice for the rest of they life
I'm straight out the hood bro
See that's what I do it for
And my low class ghetto ***
Just renewed my ghetto ***
(I'm so hood)
Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
'Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate
(I'm so hood)
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you know what I'm takin' bout
I'm out the hood
And if you feel me put your hands up
(Hood)
My hood of *** can you stand up?
(I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood
If you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(I-I-I-I'm so hood)
Ross, yeah, 4 5 off in the ride
Four plus for me to get high
I feel the buck when I ride by
(I'm so hood)
I got em' hate talkin' like plies
*** keep droppin' like flies
Snitchin' ain't goin' cut no time
(I'm so hood)
I murder one of you *** ***
Droppin' for you last
You know comin' mad
(I'm so hood)
More money, more mayhem
You yayo and millions I made em'
My may block is mine, my city is mine
(I'm so hood)
Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
'Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate
(I'm so hood)
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you know what I'm takin' bout
I'm out the hood
And if you feel me put your hands up
(Hood)
My hood of ***, can you stand up?
(I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood
If you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(I-I-I-I'm so hood)
Yeah, yo my P O, y'all can tell I said it
Fine lady, she won't have to come cash me
*** test me all you want, I'ma smoke when I'm ready
Pants hangin' off me 9 'cause my *** heavy
(Hood)
I ain't spoke to you yet, dawg, 'cause I ain't friendly
I drank light, homie, y'all drink crisp
I like *** handy, I want that boogie ***
I never buy a Phantom, 28's can't fit
They say I'm dead now, they call me high risk
My four bloody goon, lanes make me sick
You're gettin' 3 or 4 birds before we call you rich
I'd like to thank the hood, homie, it's all mad real
(I'm so hood)
Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
'Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate
(I'm so hood)
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you know what I'm takin' 'bout
I'm out the hood
And if you feel me put your hands up
(Hood)
My hood of ***, can you stand up?
(I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood
If you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(I-I-I-I'm so hood)
Trick Daddy, T-Pain, Rick Ross
***, we so hood
(I'm so hood)
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Can nothing stop me now
Yeah
Dj Khaled
Yeah
Ohohooo, no
Man I'm so blessed (I'm so blessed)
I got the Lord on my shoulders
I'm alright (I'm alright)
I'm alright (I'm alright)
Ain't got no stress (Ain't got no stress)
My people with me they celebratin' the life
We livin' life (We livin' life)
Now sing it with me
If you've been working hard
If you believe in God
Sing it with me
Can nothing stop me now
Yea, yellin' fuck a 9 to 5 boi
Even if I gotta work from 9 to 9 boi
I'm self made, self paid and I got my city watching
They threw me in the game
I threw up numbers like an auction
'Cause I do it, do it, do it
Like it's no other option
Fat asses, big bottles
When I'm around they both get poppin'
I talk about girls and money
Too much I admit, way too much girls
Too much money, those 2 things that don't exist
And I think It's so impressive I'm riding in the back
Young and black 'cause I'm chauffeured and not 'cause I'm arrested
Getting richer every year, you can grasp up my progression
Got the finest with her shirt off and skirt off
Showing her blessings
I wonder what the haters got to say now
They mad I'm on top of my game and they down
I'm always repping for my gang I stay down
Ain't gotta go back to my hood 'cause they 'round
And the niggas that's next to me it's all the niggas that stress with me
I done made it from the bottom and they say I did it on my own
So to me that's destiny
If anybody got a problem I just tell 'em to get on their grind
Try to to see as much checks as me
And my wife is a goddess my tree is the finest
A click full of real niggas that's just the one thing about us
They showin' us love, but I remember back then the niggas would doubt us
We used to go out but now when we go out all the people surround us
They screaming my name, I'm repping my city it's me who they proud of
So fuck what the lames about wouldn't me no game without us no game without
Been hated on, I been doubted
Been talked about and mistreated
Still put in the work that I needed
Now I'm living the things that I'm dreaming
Got my mama straight and my daughter good
And my team right 'cause we eating
Been broke before and now it's open doors
I got the dopest flow and they seen it
God keep away all them demons
Been patient dog I've been lenient
Been holding out I've been fiending
Long as God with me don't need 'em
When you winning everybody want a dap up
Gettin' money now your friends wanna act up
I don't really give a fuck I'm a go hard
No stress, couple cars in the front yard
We the best be the logo, getting money with a mogul
Upgrade from the 2 to the 4 door
Top down so blast it, it's yolo
One time form the XO
Ace Hood got these rap niggas petro
Fied No lie nigga day know
DJ Khaled – I’m On One Lyrics
(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I said I’m on one
[Drake]
I’m getting so cold
I aint work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy
But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!
[Drake - Chorus]
All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one
Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
F-ck it, I’m on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit
Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one
[Rick Ross]
I’m burning purple flowers
It’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s
Still running with the same niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)
And it’s double M G until I get the chair
[Drake - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club, f-ck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, aint enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I’m a made nigga
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
Huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures
Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I aint buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to the world like Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence
[Chorus]
Oh, it can't be G.O.O.D music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam B
But you niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami
GLC gon' be stoned as Angie
I be Don C, Johnny Patrone and me
It's a celebration, bitches, more bottles of champaign
I ain't in love with the same stripper that sprung T
Pain and all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap, man
Dawg, I can't keep sayin' G.O.O.D music the greatest latest
Stuntin' out the middle of nowhere like Vegas
From the Chi, the city of hella haters
Where we keep risin' to the top like elevators
Hi haters, I'm back of hiatus
I feel just like you, I mean even I hate us
Turn the radio down I mean every song
Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian
Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on
Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin'
Nas done told you come on homie we major
Really Doe told you hoes where we stayin'
G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playin'
Dawg, it can't be G.O.O.D. music the Grammy Family
A little bit a stuntin', flickin', dawg, it ain't deep
I'm only tryin' to spend what they claim you can't keep
Before you die so I make sure I stay on the Chi side
Like Lake Shore Drive, The Grammy Family
It's the Cons fool, word
No, it can't be G.O.O.D. music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now we hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam B
And after music meeting wit evenings with Angie
It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me
And we be in Miami so when they spot me in Bentley
It's gon' be a stampede 'cuz we be racin' Bentleys
No different than Grand Prix's
Fam please, don't make my man squeeze
And we can take it to the cars and I'll show you the hand speed
I started independent with owners from land speed
But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed
And since I got my shot like I was call and man be
I hope they lose they spot guarantee a plan B
We'll be waitin' in the telly like Jamie and Fancy
Prolly paintin' they nails in nuthin' but they panties
And we'll be up town Jimmy and Camby
Headed to the game to watch Kenyon and Camby
They can't breathe or hardly catch they next breath
And I know my nigga Ye told you we was the best dressed
I know I got a buzz so plan up the next step
So what ya'll wanna do when it comes to that next check
And bet Quence and Khaled know what the business is
So open up them envelopes you know who the winners is
The Grammy Family
On Grammy night call it G.O.O.D. family night
If I stand next to ice, then I'm camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I'm camouflaged
My future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads
My future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
I'm criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold. Fucking up your sinus, bitches might
Choke, I'm giving them the heimlich, I'm a
Pimp in my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch
UGH... Two chainz, two pinky rings
I like to play with Lucille's: B.B. King
You don't fuck with us, we don't really fuck with y'all
Stunna bought some Yatchs, We in the ocean playing bumper cars
Pocket full of money, bitch, and my crew eating
Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel
Plated pistol, this's my last shot
Just left the dealership and the cashed out
Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf
Swear you haters couldn't see me if I glowed in the dark
What it be like nigga? What it look like ho?
Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it's lightning doe
No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin'
Mo' bottles of Rosé, yeah you know who run it
Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames
Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that's my code name
I'm blowing money in this bitch, I think I'm Birdman
Trapping ain't dead, getting money like the bird man
Bad bitches, whole lotta ass
Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash
In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog
Dry when shining, I'm a movie star
Open up the bank bitch, bring em large
Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off
Perpetrating'll get your head bust
A hundred million, 'll get you dope flush
A new Bentley, you get a ho rush
Big money shit, we popping cause we came up
Hella choppers, on them new thangs
Big yachts, brand new wings
Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame
[Hook]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) x8
Oh Lord!
[Rick Ross]
Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeewler
Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter
Nigga down to do ya, I aint fucking with a curl bar
Nickle plated ruger have you in a box on Worldstar
Duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga
Where I'm from you call the fuck nigga
Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa
Courtside sportscenter, I can make you a believer
Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it
Hundred kilo's in the beemer, boy don't make me get excited
Couple milli on the neck like I'm tryna get indicted
Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger
Real niggas, taking over televisions
Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes
Hot boy, Young boy, still on fire
What's a death sentence cause we all gotta die
[Hook]
[Meek Mill]
Sittin' on them M's, mad shit is gettin realer
Got my hood looking like?
Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer
Just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill 'em
And these suckas, I don't feel 'em
I don't even see 'em
I'mma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah
Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here
If all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya
Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs
Everybody ridin' till you sit 'em in the morgue
Started with a? now I'm sittin' in a Porsche
With the shooters right behind me
Shit, you looking at a boss
Rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless
Hundred bottles send 'em to the vip, ballin'
Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding
Ya'll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded?
[Hook]
[French Montana]
I did it for my dawgs
Did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss
Did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt
Now I'm in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the?
But got bikes in my hand and a drop head Rolly
Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning
My dawg doing life, try to see him 'fore he hit the coffin'
Play with my paper, run up in your offices
It's the '012 Ice Cube nigga with the Raider hat
A maniac nigga, where the paper at
Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace
[Hook]
[Jadakiss - Verse 4]
Yo, watch who you drinking with
Watch who you smoking with
1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash)
If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it
And I know tomorrow aint promised but I hope it is
Love to get acquanted with you
Stay and tear the jail up
Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up
Get them thangs off so I haven't put the scales up
Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut
Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself
Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt
Yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else
If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt
The dough got 'em bringing in the broads
Obvious the flow got 'em screaming for the lord
If there's money on ya head what you think is the reward?
I aint do it for myself, you know who I did it for?
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This shit's special
DJ Khaled!
[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can't sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online
I'm doing drugs trying to feel you
I'm killing me trying to kill you
I built my whole life around ya
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How'd you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the weed, ah
Rewind, some things never change
Once in love and it's gone you don't look at it the same, nigga
(Fuck her) Cause she don't live here
I'm soaked in blood but I'm still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college's professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
I'll be the first one to say it
She ain't the one you want to play with
I fucked Hip Hop
[Verse 2: Nas]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O'Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you want to rap, to this bitch you must commit
Then you're a slave to your grave, you won't get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her vibe covers keep you warm
But the source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her world star
Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she's the object of my affections, God's essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I'll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name
Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry
But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
She's a middle-aged cougar, showing young'uns the dream
Notice she wasn't breathing for a second then I screamed
"She's dead!", and everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn't trying to claim her to myself, she's yours
You can have her she's a motherfucking whore
It's so incredible
Yeah, it's the DJ Khaled, Khaled, Khaled
I do this for the projects
I got the mothafucking gutta on this track
I got the projects on this one
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy, we don't care who you calling
Nothing can save you now
Shotta youts will run up in your apartment
So unno betta mind where you walking
Goddamn man, can to your target
Nothing can save you know
See you dun push the wrong button
And cross the wrong line
Stepped on the wrong shoe
Muthafucka, it was mine
Time and time
They get me out the tandem
Me are da true, I traded mine in
For caveman king
You don't wanna fuck with
The Southside Gotcha boys
Y'all ain't know trill ass niggas
Y'all some boxy boys
And pull shots on boys
Scattered like a roach
And put that on the fifth
I'm the nigga you don't wanna approach
I was raised in the heart of the jungle
The belly of the beast
And this lick here sweet, I'm so flawed
You can put me on the front line
Ass back nicks, I don't represent the gun shy
Thing about the street life
Homie, I live, wear my heart on my sleeve
And niggas gotta fear life
From the bottom to the top, east to the west
All I gotta say is Khaled, nigga we the best
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy, we don't care who you calling
Nothing can save you now
Yo, bdah, bdah, bdah
Khaled, go let me see 'em
Hand me the fucking clever
'Cause I got a fucking fever
For all the evil Kinevel people
Who try to stunt
Call me Danny Glover
I'm lethal this ain't no sequel
Shoot you people while you sleeping
The grim reaper is out to lunch
Nothing can save you now
Put holes in you mouth so you can't be found
And Khaled got my back
He gon' shoot a hundred rounds
So say hello to death
If you ever in my town
I came from the eggs of a goddess
And the balls of a gigolo
All I had was 2 ounces
An old Chevy and Figaro
Blood shed apart my feet
And bad vibes got a nigga rocking voodoo deep
Lord forgive me, I know not a better way
And pop has tried to stick me
Damn I need some better ye
Ring the alarm, tell 'em people come, come
Look at what the fuck the Briscgun, yeah
It's the final warning
Khaled, these niggas talking
I'm an orphin
And leave a hole in his head
Like a dolphin
Fuck a hole in one, ain't golfin'
I'ma put his whole unit in a coffin
'Cause any nigga fuck wit my pocket
I'ma open his ass off, like suicide doors
Any badass niggas, y'all scared of that lake
I'ma tell you once don't be scared of the Dre
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy, we don't care who your calling
Nothing can save you now
I'm usually cool, but know I gotta bet back
I tried telling ya, ain't wit'cha death threats
I let my nigga know, tell 'em go hammer that
And it ain't gon' take all day
We know where you live at
I'll bet ya hide from ya neighbors
Keep 'em mad shawty
That's how we kill 'em babies
Holla Khaled, and tell him I'm on the way now
I just had to hit a lick in the A-Town
Look at me it's shawty
So bossy, and I don't feel like that
Can't stop me now, now, now
You see what's happening?
Big shit dun popped off
I'm the best nigga, you can ask Khaled
I'm the best nigga
You have no idea why you started
But guess this is your final warning
And boy, we don't care who you're calling
Nothing can save you know
Shotta youts will run up in your apartment
So unno betta mind where you walking
Goddamn man, can do your target
[Chorus - Usher]
It was all a dream
Yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team
And I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need
Yeah I got my foot in the door
Still hustling for more
Checking the game
Yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I am absolutely positively on my grizzy
Even though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy
Started 62, what ended up a frisbee
And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy
Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me
Left my glove, so why you thought I brought Jermaine with me?
'Bout to paint a purple picture like I brought the frame with me
I give it all up before I let the fame get me
I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me
Way these niggas actin' who'd have though they never knew me (Young)
But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me
I'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
I'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)
Somebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off
Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up
Before you let your top back, get your bread up
Made history, but now we claiming victory
Get ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency
Suckahs finny and I know you haters hear me
Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yilly!
With them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate
We shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate
Lookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right
Oh, you better be broke cuz the time's right
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Drake]
Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em
We leaned over and told 'em to go retire on 'em
And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em
And when they love you to death, never die on 'em
And the question still remains
Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?
Niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name
And somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah in the game
[Verse 4- Usher]
Yeah I've been in this bin breaking records since '94
So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought
Records that I hold
Records that I've sold
Man I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in my lingo
Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider
You say that I ain't influence you; you a liar
I'm on fire; you used to light up
You're gonna wake up and realize-
[Chorus]
It was all a dream
Yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team
And I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need
Yeah I got my foot in the door
Still hustling for more
Checking the game
Yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
Hey I'm fed up
Watch your self get took out this world ain't safe
Anyday just might be your last day
As a cocaine cowboy(x2)
And them cops on the look out each and everyday
Workin with them snitches settin up another raid
on a cocaine cowboy(x3)
With the stone cold killers with the pocket full of trigger here
To terrioze the town boy
Considered to be the realist of all of your dealers he's the cocaine
Now I ain't really got time for the he say,
she say yellin ova tracks like a motherfuckin DJ
Dey beggin for attention I'm beggin for a reason,
masked up get these straps yeh it's unseasoned
These niggas broke they joke,
laugh at you niggas sit back and smoke
(Ha-Ha) gangsta shit duffle bag full of bricks
Add it all up save for the chips,
HOLY GUACOMOLE! datz a whole lot dip, 12 months
Run that's a whole lot of flips,
well bury ya today datz a whole lot of trips,
say he got six chevys now that's a whole lot of whips
(What's up)
Gangsta shit gangsta shit the way I do my thang gansta
shit gangsta shit I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big azz chain
You recreate a shield you betta respect us,
betta understand the game, these checks
Not checkers, two chunked out chains we call dem double
deckers, you comin for that saint nigga we bound to wreck ya
My niggas add flavor to the game like zeteran,
bitch my 25th tool I'm a concrete veteran
We eat wheat niggas up like corn on the cob,
you a hustla, naw don't quit ya day job!
Errbody claim reson errbody kno the game,
I call dem trap actors half the niggas lame, but on the real shit
Felons still tow the heap,
real thug bread O.G. like Bun B,
Jeezy from the hood, Slick from the gutta,
we to real ova here to fall out like Cash Money brothers
Naked boy smith, ran for Evan Smith,
Ross facin life and that's rich now that's Gangsta Shit!
Cali gon cali ridin tall in his saddle,
pullin up low and with that choppa I'm ready for battle,
it's gangstas from San Francisco and up to Seattle
We ain't with all that snitchin shit so mane go and
get tattle, I'm a dirty south legend and thou shall
honor the team from the land of the longhard
Where we home sellin D, get that dirt weed local,
Featuring: Wale, Big Sean, Meek Mill, Ace
[Intro — DJ Khaled]
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills, Big Sean, Wale, Vado
This the future
They getting money, they making hit records
They hustling
[Verse 1 — Ace Hood]
Okay now Khaled told me kill them
He just told me kill them
Hundred for the Beamer
Kudos to the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it
Kudos to the killers
Chevy sitting crooked
Keep the Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfucking beast
See me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street
Swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry
Lyrics like a chopper piece
Blow right through your fitted T
Pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga around, they saying
Greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy
More money, my remedy, pockets on, Heavy D
Bitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me
Wrists and neck, anti-freeze, can it be?
I'm who you dying to be
Last of a dying breed, tote the Siamese
Twin pistol, shoot nigga like a 7D
Big dog, get it? You still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces, keep my money in a body bag
And I'm G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I got to get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house, you can meet my maid
Any given day I'ma push that 'Lac
Push that Benz on, I'ma push that lake
Hop to the whip, no top on mine
Hear a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline
Top ten charts where I reside
Come to your house and run inside
[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
Meek Mill!
We the motherfucking best
Word to my mama
Rock presidential, got me feeling like Obama
Because all I wanted was change
And my niggas they wanted the same
I wanted the money, and never the fame
I turned into something they never became
Through all that rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and it's my turn and
Real nigga my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2′s on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take them way back
When I was starving, now it's payback
Nigga where that cake at?
Murder all your artists
And I, I, I can feel that love, but I feel that hate
When I got that slug, I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, it ain't gone wait
It go away when that thing gone fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire
Niggas try murder, but they ain't gone ride
Let me go hard like I ain't going to die
Meek Mill!
[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Smoke until I got no lungs
Got her going down, no teeth
I call it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my language
From where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man, but this ain't no sign language
Yes, fresh out of the ashes it's a Detroit fucking classic
From where MM got the masses, Trick Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah, that motor be the fastest
Bitch, they call it Motor City
Because you're most likely to crash
Fuck it!
Good thing I got a chauffeur, chauffeur
Going broke?
No sir!
Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style, bitch
But I over shine
Ain't no niggas over shine
Told them "Roll up five quarters" so I guess we're going overtime
Till we dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they strung outI'm like Jordan to you niggasI might need to stick my tongue outShe wiggled and wobble, bobbledThen land on my throttleBitch, I might make you my babyAnd even buy you a bottleYour niggas don't ask how the top feelWhen you keep them right beside youMy pockets got paper on paperThis shit just look like a novelHundred thousand worth of ice on me nowBut it don't feel half as good as Grandma say, and she proud
[Verse 4 - Wale] Forever dedicated, made my poetic geniusSome think they close to seeing meTell them they close to Stevie You poser niggas ain't supposed to be hereWe don't believe you Double MG, and we put a wreath on niggas' careerWe the best, KhaledNo need to stress, KhaledKnow there's a lot of artistsBut I got the best paletteMultiple colors, my mind is more productive than othersMurray the winner, he think he really Nelson MandelaThat's fire though, one time for the 305, thoughThat hydro make me tired, yoMy kicking be so Tai Bo!My balance be so tight ropeThat's hard to find, quick try flowGive up with me, that knife flowHold over me, I'm maestro, shitThat white whip sitLike a slight wrist slitSuicide shit, you can by shit, if you write this shitNigga, and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hardMy driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars. You niggas under causeYou should be unemployedAll you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the tellie, bunch of noiseWho gone tell me that I ain't going, that I ain't flowing?Young Folarin, you see them putersThat was my influence
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Man I'm too playa for that
Too many bitches in the world right now
That'll fuck around and pray for that
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
I don't pay for no pussy
I won't pay for no pussy
And I ain't buyin' no Gucci
Say I ain't trying to pay for it
I'm a motherfucking G
And I should make these bitches pay me
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Hell naw man I'm too throwed
Niggas stay getting shows
Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes
Pay for that, not me, no hell
Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out
This is K.O.D., now they wait on me
Cause if I do not arrive, there wouldn't be no show
Wale, Wale
Hear you talking, but I cannot stay
Chicks evolve but I cannot stay
I spit the raw, I leave a gay bitch, late
Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great
Turn a nine to a damn! without paying for the date
Throw the bait, ain't no John
You done broke the safe just to get those broads
You been playing the Uno but you getting no drawers
And I poke her face and let her hold no cards
I ain't even tripping, or paying these women
Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious
And my sharp show is at 4: 15, can I use the rip in 5: 15
Now I 62 cause I get the loot, and she's gon' kiss the ring but no wedding
Clap that ass, bitch, turn up
Nigga kill the pussy, call it murder
Swerve in the Murcielago
Me without a foreign car, man that's unheard of
In the Maybach, king with my feet up
Curtains drawn, bitch scream when you see us
High give me lead up, work toward nigga
2500 for the sneakers, dope ass nigga, no beeper
I was 16 with a Beamer
Glock with the watch on Aquafina
Niggas going, hyena
Getting pussy posted up at the deener
Now we pull up, post in Medinas
With light-skinned bitch like Gina
Aston, Martin
Man I'm motherfucking cold like Kesha
Stop signs, Simon says
We don't give a fuck, we run them
Like Tommy Young, been barely men
Man broke niggas, we don't live with them
I don't fuck around, I just fuck her friends
Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
And a threesome with two twenty twins
I'm rich, bitch
(Bitch I'm Mack Ma-I-I-I-ine)
Trick what? Lace who?
Baby girl, that ain't what Maine do
Before I chase you, I replace you
Before I break you off, I'm a break you
Matter of fact, fuck you
Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus
Asian chicks, they adore us
I'm feeling like the nigga on the chorus
(Got this drank in my cup
And I'm 'bout to roll up)
Man this bitch talking too much, dawg
(I done came down, hold up)
Heard a nigga say pimping was dead
I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like, "Nah, niggas you're
Scared"
Now go get you some bread
See it's...
(Money over bitches, and bread over bed
Tell a bitch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head)
Shit
Shit, one go to store for me
Got another one that's trying to ho for me
Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me
(This is, this is, this is
Yeah... yeah, uh-huh, uh uh, c'mon)
Yeah check it out y'all, it's them Bone Thug niggaz
In the house with that nigga Twista, DJ Khaled
Duece-double-oh-six, we 'bout to do it like this - yo
Just like that 9-millimeter comin to heat ya
Nigga we come straight for ya, out to destroy ya
They better believe as soon as they creep up
Niggaz gon' see how my tongue kill just like my gun, gun
Twista spit it for hustlers, Twista spit it for hoes
But I'm 'bout servin these haters like I'm servin that 'dro
Spit for my gangstas and killers that'll put one in yo' dome
Spit it for my ballers and thugs that's addicted to chrome
Either rims or the thumper, now you ain't gotta wonder
What a Twista and here I go and never on drama
With purple 'bout a pound, and my truck I pound the sounds
And my 24's got blades on them that spin round and round
Back on the scene now, and I'm always seen high
Still flow motion overdosin, smokin on green now
When I'm on them Jordans, 20's look like 17's now
Sportin throwback Jordans from when I was 17 now
Still I'm steady +Po' Pimpin+, still spinnin and hustlin
Still +Adrenaline Rushin+ like when the pendulum's cuttin
Album comin out soon, but I already had props
Pullin Benz's up on the block before I met yo' pop
The Twista, playa balla, slash pimp MC
Straight from Chi-Tizzle my nizzle, never gon' get rid of me
On some (this is, this is) and they call us C.M.T.
When they drop on how pop on about how it's so fly bein me
With a lethal chemistry, put them in your memory
When you want that original sound, it's either him or me
The most underrated artist in this whole industry
If rappin was the NBA I'd be Michael Finley
Still I'm bendin and grinnin, still I got pull in the club
Still I'm poppin my collar, grindin on girls in the club
Servin 50's, rims is bigger but I got love for the dub
They love the Twist' like love for the chief, and love for the thug
Cause I got that com' game, and I got that bomb flame
Let alarms ring when you hear the don's name
I copped the H-2-1's, some throwbacks like LeBron James
This time around I'm a let my nuts and my platinum charms hang
T be poppin them tags, T be coppin them Jags
And if the T do a stick-up you be droppin them bags
And I'm from where they cock hats instead of rockin them rags
And if they ain't cockin them hats they be cockin them mags
T be thuggin and clubbin, "Oh Twista that look tight"
Don't every time he step in the party he look so nice?
I'm officially fresh in my gear as I'm rockin mo' ice
And the Mitchell & Ness from the year when I used to flow like
Annilisms are my verbal metabolisms
Shadow's prisms and my thug mannerism's of cataclysm manor
Causin some dis-establishment-arianism
I vary in wisdom, wins only cause I'm carryin ism and um
A street lyrical phantom, full of verses when I chant 'em
When this shit here hit the street it's gon' be the ghetto's anthem
Bone Thugs, Twista, DJ Khaled, LISTENNN!
Shouts out to Steve Lobel
Krayzie Bone, Bone Thugs, Swizz Beatz I see you
Twista, shit's crazy right here
Cool & Dre on the track
It's DJ Khaled, historical, I'm a problem!
[Talking: DJ Khaled]Yeh it's DJ Khaled
We arragante when it comes down to this music shit
Nigga we cocky!
WE THE BEST!
We Global!
Pree Ringz!
[T-Pain:]Put some soul in it for me, dog [x2]
Let me clear my throat
I was born in Tallahassee, raised in my own world
Got my own son got a grown girl got my own
I don't own, man mothafucka that I probably know
I probably know, that mothafuckas to fill up Hollygrove
That old me, I'm a O.G. in the Old Game
But enough on me let's talk about who own Pain
Oh man, we goin be here for a whole day
Talking bout who started this artist shit it's way harder than it look
This autotune hook, I offered the book
And ya daughter goin be ship when she find out you getting on mo' Pain
Fuck what them hoes say, this what'cha dog saying
I'm Mr. Biggs ya bitch, I let my dog lay ya
All I do is spit and you stop, I'm like a dog sprayer
I stack paper like pancakes, I'm all layers
Baskin N Robbin ass niggas I got all flavors
I'm getting cocky like Wayne, somebody call Baby
My turn to talk shit mayne
Ain't holding back a mothafuckin thang
Alot of shit to say mayn
Pree Ringz
Nappy Boy
Tay Dizm
Oh Yeah
Young Cash
Sofia
J Lyric
Y'all already know what it is mayn
Til the death
Yeah, I represent loyalty, I am loyalty
I am the definition of loyalty
I represent the G's, Beanie Sigel
We the best
All the bullshit stops here, let's get this clear
Shoot rear fresh off the top tier
What I'm about to do for you is not fair
I'm not answering questions for you that are not clear
What up to State Prop the crew, were they not there?
The moment that they heard it the verdict
When it was declared, ya boy had to sit a year
Did they really disappear, did Jay really not visit there?
Dame and Bean's are they tight as it seems
Or is it all fabricated from that same fabric
That ripped the Roc marriage straight from the scenes
Things ain't what it seems but in time do tell the truth shall prevail
Until then you dudes bite y'all nails in anticipation
Before I know you hate it
Why I got you waiting, I too am waiting
Gotta see a couple faces when I make them face it
Truth that is that your boy ain't have patience
As a matter of fact it's wearing thin
But I tell you this though when the new year begins
Pussy's ain't got nuts because I'm going all in
We are listening
Plead for attention
But it ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait
I'm the plot in every movie
Yet my theory stays the same
It ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait
Now let's not get this misconstrued
To say that in this record I don't diss my dudes
Out of respect I couldn't check my once fist tight crew
Never in front of you, I couldn't get that rude
And I don't give a fuck but I couldn't get that cruel
It's knowing what I do I could get like, ooh
You wanna know what I do, don't ya?
Ya love it if I told you old fuckers, won't ya?
Uh, uh, scrap got to pay for this one
I'm sorry youngin', got to wait on this one
The Solution soon in stores
Date to be posted until then I'm on pause
Here's to DJ Khaled aka we the best
Beanie Sigel
(What? It ain't no more to it)
Give 'em more man, more
Well, fuck it I don't wanna stop
But you forgot the gunner pop, tell me who you wanna rock
It's crew love Rocafella 'til I die
Nigga keep it moving, don't get caught up in this drive-by
The breaks over, your boy about to take over
If that number one spot open, give it here
Give my ground, dust off my chair
And y'all niggas can kiss my ass before I sit it there
Back from the dead fresh off the prison tier
Daddy here to put the kids to bed
By the way the war's on you can't call it off
It's too late plus the boss involved
We are listening
Plead for attention
But it ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait
I'm the plot in every movie
Yet my theory stays the same
It ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait
We are listening
Plead for attention
But it ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait
I'm the plot in every movie
Yet my theory stays the same
It ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait, no
In life there's real niggas and there's fuck niggas
See we the best
I worked my whole life to show these niggas
DJ Khaled, Bennie Sigel, we the best
And all you fuck niggas, tryin' divide and conquer crews
Nigga we the realist, we the best
DJ Khaled, beatin' over Kane on this one
Thank you for taking time and listenin' to the real
Lenny S, what it does, nigga?
Gary, what it does? We the best
I'm starvin', I ain't never gonna stop
Ft. Ace Hood, Birdman, Kendrick Lamar & Mack Maine
[Vers 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Talk about it, make 'em talk about
Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future
when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a
cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever
And cut, no cut, more guns,
more guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24′s
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho
[Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still
came home, ya understand
[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
Amen
Yeah
Slim Thugga(Thugga)
My n*** DJ Khaled huh
Huh MIA to H-town mothaf***as
We ridin' candy
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
Slim Thugga
That candy paint shinin', 5th wheel reclinin'
Rollin' on 4s grippin' wood with the diamonds
Yella and white in my mouf, got em blindin'
If you lookin' fo Thugga,
I'll tell you where to find him
I'm MIA in that MIA,
F***in' with my n*** Khaled and that Cool and Dre
Tryna play it how they play, 24s on the dump
Sittin' high in the sky, lookin low at the pump
Got a trunk full of beat, and a freak in every seat
On my way from freeway to the presidential suite
And b you lookin' weak without chrome feet
And if you ain' got candy then yo ride ain' complete
We 100 cars deep, down on South Beach
And I ain' tryna leave till I got 2 a piece
At least, that's how the south bossput it down
You can find me in ya town, with the cleanest s*** around
With the
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
Alot of people said that I would not last
Cuz I'ma Dade County off of 15th ave
You remember Mr. Wonderful, that's my dad
Kept my toes on marble flo's, swimmin' in cash
My mama name 'Nessa, taught me the game
16 ladies rollin with a fly a** chain
Use to ride through the city, in hollywood benz
God blees the dead, I'ma see you again
I was the baddest at the west, I'll take yo man
I sneak him into Strawberry's after pack jam
Or Miami Nights, at Miami nights
We was up all night, till they cut the street lights
But now I been crowned as the queen
M-I-YAYO home of the triple beam, ya' mean
DJ Khaled put it on
Diamond Princess, a star is born
I'm on my grown, yes
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
Yea, Yea, Yea What up Khaled
Ay, I'm pullin' up in somethin' you should take a picture of
Liftin' up the lambo do's, go and give yo chick a hug
Paint wetter than the suds in ya kitchen cuz
Larger than a dove, and it don't feel like O.J. Simpsons glove
Reincarnate Picaso out of the grave,
And still couldn't compete with the way my ride is sprayed
Rims stayin' on the run like a runaway slave
The top is chop-chop, like a summer day fade
Vallet be slippin' slidin' when they standin' by this caddy
My paint wet(yup) watch it do the trick daddy
Me and E got fly rides, if you want it then get at me
If it fit then I don't want em they suppose to fit barely
I made straight As in spanish Khaled they must have forgot though
(Khaled:How many cars Koopa?) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Add another cuatro, I got another drop so
I'm buildin' a garage on top of the one i got(oh)
Tell the maker of the Chevy that I'm ridin' silly(silly)
Turn it up, heavy bass'll make it poppa willy
I know my cheese is at stake but I'm not from Philly
Jackers watchin', plottin', so Chamilly went and cop a milly
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
DJ Khaled(Khaled)
Dade County to Houston connection right here(right here)
Slim Thug(Thug)
Trina
Chamillionaire
BD Gunz I see you
Fat what up
Oh yeah, It's that ride out music
You naw mean
[Verse 1 — Birdman]
Shining, grinding on the shine
Flipping all the time
When we hustling, Young Money gunning
Cash Money flipping, shit them every time
When we grinding because we getting, flipping the change Range
And doing different thangs, hitting the same lanes
But flipping, getting change
Yeah, higher than we ever been
More money, now more money, cause we baling in
[Chorus — T-Pain]
You know I can't stop, I won't stop
I feel like everybody's trying to kill me
So I don't stop, 'till I'm on top
And God keeps telling me I will be
If you with me then salute, you know what to do
You know what to do
Put your hands up in the air
You can make it through
All you gotta do is
Put your hands up in the air
[Verse 2 — Birdman]
Shining bright lights, hotter than them other lights
The real life flash, smash on the same night
More money, now we brighter then we even been
Hundred thousand popping bottles, bitch we going in
Crystal lights, blowing on that Cali' dro
Turkey bag, hundred thou' on the marble floor
Rainbow, red bone with the triple color
Hurricane, make it rain, bitch every summer
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 — Birdman]
Yachts on deck, straps on deck
Sticks on deck, Stunna Island, private jets
Put the house on Junior, nigga we place the bet
From hundred G's, flipping hundreds, bitch we hit the lick
High on the hill, the view above the falls
Smashing in the field, a hundred boss hog
You know how we do it, bossing up grand news
Uptown survivor, money really shoot
Featuring: Jae Millz, Tyga, Kevin Rudolf, Mack Maine
[Intro — DJ Khaled]
Believe that
It's DJ Khaled
It's that We the Best, YMCMB
We the Best Forever
[Chorus — Kevin Rudolf]
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling about this one, and we still young, you know
I'm breathing fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold
[Verse 1 — Tyga]
Uh, new Hermes duffle bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little glass
Twenty hour flight, never jet-lagged
Sipping white wine, watching the sunset
Real love this close? I ain't never had
Sitting with you all day till the night pass
Damn, I ain't trying to fight that
But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?
Now I'm looking over my shoulder, shoulder
Champagne, good dining and good times, and now it's all over
But can't blame me for all that
You was bright, now your heart all black
Try to outshine the good with the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I ain't mad at you
I'm still shining
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 — Mack Maine]
We the Best, YMCMB baby
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine
You getting old and your heart turn cold
Time-line froze, mad at the world because you lived your life
But this the life that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest road
I mean, long-ass flights for these trifling hoes
But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live your life
Lame ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your hoe like
Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend
Leo lined king, I'm looking for a dope queen
Up first lady baby: Young Money's Barrack
Baggy cargoes high, mismatched socks
Meet Gunz, Millz, Tyga, we give them the chills
Keep riders, get birth control pills
Uh, Young Money
[Verse 3 — Jae Millz]
Uh, bright lights
Lord knows I live for these nights
You're damn right, I'ma sip champagne till it blurry my sight
Kicks for the captain, to the front like Jeter
And my diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs, Jesus
Mouth jewelry, loud speakers
Blowing loud weed with some loud divas
Millz
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 — Cory Gunz]
Young Money, Cash Money, We the Best, Khaled!
Uh, it's that summertime, money time
Going to rhyme good time, when I'm done giving mine
Loud smoke, quite engine out the silly lines
Pretty toes hanging out the window to the finish line
Spikes poking out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We the Best, fall in line
Uptown, thoroughbreded from the South Bronx
Hot drops in Miami, Khaled outcome
We made us, they hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothing like a movie, I just day to day this
Remember it was hard trying to page wagers
Nice spitting hard rhymes on the mainest stages
Independent, yeah I told them major later
We some independent niggas getting major paper
Shout to Tune, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keeps, so they always gone get our back
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead
(Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
(Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
Reporting From Kims Kinda Star
Holly Co Sem Team Kinda Far
Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy..
I Got Old Money, Coulda Bought A Dinosaur
Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford
And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors
Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, Im A Hoe, U Kno That Im A Whore
Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys,Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy,
When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, Ill Juss Let The Big Mac Whopp Ya Boy
See My Dreads Hanging Like A Like A Roska Boy, My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy
We Run Up In Ya Casa Boy,And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy, (Uhh)
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead
Yeah,
Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better Kno Its Gravy
If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby
Shit Goin B Crazy,Nigga Doin It Like The 80's,
Buncha Young Niggas Poppin Off N They Sprayin,
Up In The Early We Thank Yah For The Sunshine
Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,
Kiss Momma Cuz We Goin Out N Gettin Mines,
Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,
Shoe First Nigga Not Seein Mines,
Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,
5 Drops, Og The Last Big Time,
Lord To The Game,Nigga Till Its My Time,
Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,
Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,
2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,
Doin Dougnuts In My H0od Gettin Papper Bags..
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.
It B That Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch
It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
(Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
(Its Stunna Shadin A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
Livin Is Red, That How We Play It,
An Up Town Sr. Be Blood Till Im Dead,
Thats What I Said, I Put Some Change In Yah Head,
If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nuttin But Bread,
50 Shots From High Nigga We Wont Stop,
From Puttin Candy On The Slabs,
To Stirrin The Pots,Put The Hammer On The Jammer,
Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands
Nigga's That Means Knots
Bitch Imma Boss
Bitch Imma Boss
Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross
And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,
Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,
Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,
Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault, Huh I Dont Jump On The Track, I Pull Forward, I Got That S On My Chest Im Suppost To Follow...
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
That B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead
It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
It B That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
T-Pain - Chorus] (Swiss Beatz)
All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind I can never get enough
whenever me and Khaled do the remix
everybody hands go up
(ey, showtime)
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air
make em stay there…
[DJ Khaled]
Sittin’ on the top floor
what you think I’m hot for
every summer drop more
hits to make my stock go (up)
them hands go (up)
them fans go (up)
another one in this bitch and I’ma (stay there)
we the best of the best
while you haters asleep
I’m yelling free weezy
I rep the heart of the streets
who hotter than me (Khaled)
I’m wearing the crown (we can’t stop, won’t stop)
go hate on me now
[Rick Ross]
I can never get enough when it comes to gettin fetti
niggas aint ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti
Mario Andretti, money coming fast
my honeycomb hideout is made of all glass
I can never be a racist
wake up every morning just to count white faces
Neo in the matrix, glorious as Morpheus
employed all warriors I mean as a scorpion
Dr Kavorkian
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, everytime I come we got another nigga come and get a lot of money
when I’m in the building and I promise there aint no mothafucker better better better
ah ha, ok
n-ggas know I got it when I hit ya with the pidda padder
everybody see me then you hear a lot of chitter chatter
n-ggas know there aint nobody badder badder badder
I watch a lot of niggas when I’m in the cut, so sick
when I come hit em in the gut
you will crown me king (no matter what)
ok lets shine my friend
get up on my grind again, some n-ggas should be happy that I chose to rhyme with them, cause…
[Chorus]
All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind I can never get enough
whenever me and Khaled do the remix
everybody hands go up
(ey, showtime)
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air make em stay there…
[Diddy]
Hey turn me up man, I want them to hear me
ayo check this out,
my heart racing like I snort cocaine
I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name
got the most paper, Mr New York times
I’m a natural born winner
nigga New York’s mine
everybody getting money but I cop the first 6
now I run the game so I toss the first pitch
yeah I let you wife her but she still my first b-tch
less than 9 digits nigga that ain’t fucking rich muthafucker
[Nicki Minaj]
yo, all I do is win aint that the reason that you really mad
undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad
I aint mad Ma, I see you with your bummy swag
I’m in that money green jag lot of money bags,
I told Khaled that you the best but I’m the bestest
better run for cover if your name is on my checklist
you can talk slick all the way down to the welfare
as the IRS bitch I’m paying for your healthcare
[Fabolous]
Look I’ma make this here official
let me clear some issues
first off I am not for Britney Spears initials
thats no BS at your request
lean back you and your crew Fat Joe TS
yeah it’s young funeral
hard black on me
so act like summers over and fall back homie
winning is all I do, I’ll answer all of you
but y’all aint saying shit like prank callers do
[Chorus]
All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind I can never get enough
whenever me and Khaled do the remix
everybody hands go up
(ey, showtime)
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air make em stay there…
[Jadakiss]
yo, it’s already proven I go them birds moving
all I do is win I’m allergic to losing
yeah, yellow gold cuban, 9 mill rug
I show you what to do with em
finish em, I’m through with them
they gon have to jump me, this gon take a few of them
they don’t want no problems
they might end up sueing them
disassociate yourself have nothing to do with them
we already got a jet we tryna get two of them
[Fat Joe]
Just blew trial, crack lots is little Italy
your wife she a screamer yelling slow down Joe you killing me
beat her like a prize fight mommy I’m a rude boy
you just hit the powerball
everyday a new toy, n-gga it’s a stick up
a muthafucking robbery
(?) that have Haitian Jack proud of me
riding through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me
Puffy surfin on the hood for niggas that keep doubting me
[Chorus]
All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind I can never get enough
whenever me and Khaled do the remix
everybody hands go up
(ey, showtime)
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
Songwriters: Bridges, Christopher B; Broadus, Calvin Cordazor; Khaled, Khaled Mohammaed; Mollings, Johnny; Mollings, Leonard; Najm, Faheem; Roberts, William;
Featuring: Ludacris, Rick Ross, T PAIN
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in, put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there
Luda, Ludacris goin' in on the verse
'Cause I never been defeated, and I won't stop now
Keep your hands up, put 'em in the sky
For the homies that didn't make it and the folks locked down
I never went nowhere
But they saying Luda's back
Blame it on that Conjure
The hood call it Ludayac
And I'm on this foolish track, so I spit my foolish flows
My hands go up and down like strippers' booties go
My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
Last time on a Khaled remix, now I'm on the original version
Can't never count me out, y'all better count me in
Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year, the South's champion
'Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in, put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there
Swerving in my lolo, head on the swivel
You know serving me's a no no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone, passengers, when they see it, they say "oh boy!"
Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me Loco
That's for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that 4-4
Ask you what you laughing at, represent that mud life
Dirty money, bitch, you better get your mud right
We come together holding hands and holla "thug life"
We are strapped in all black, it's like thug life
(All we do is win)
You riding the what? 'Cause we riding tonight
You riding with me 'cause you wasn't riding right
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
And if you goin' in, put your hands in the air, make 'em stay there
Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove
Water getting boiled, dope being sold
Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I've been running this rap game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of 'em
Bust 'til I burst on 'em
Floss 'em up, toss 'em up, Hardaway, boss 'em up
Pardon me, I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bro
Don't mess with us, we like the you in the 80's
Back to back set a trap, hit the lick, hit it back
Hit the trick, jump the track
Bitch, I want my money back
Time and time again while I'm sipping on this gin
Al Davis said it best, "just win baby win"
All I do is win, win, win no matter what
Got money on mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there
Up, down, up, down, up, down
'Cause all I do is win, win, win
D-DJ Khaled!
D-DJ Khaled!
And Kells!
D-DJ Khaled!
Oh, oh
D-DJ Khaled!
And Kells!
Konvict Music, yeah
Akon!
It's the remix!
Listen!
All dressed up, ready to go
All shined up ready to glow
Drop that top, ready to roll
Up in the club, ready to hoe
Gimme that mic, and I'm ready to flow
Kells taking off a bitch for sure
Pop champagne, ready for patron
Fired up bubble up ready to blow
I'ma tell you like it is young fella
Stay in place blowing b young fella
Singin' ain't all I do young fella
So keep it movin' right along young fella
Don't don't get mad 'cause 'cause 'cause Kells got girls showin' him much much air
Akon tell 'em how we go and tell
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time (we're taking over)
Said we takin' over, one city at a time (city at a time yeah)
Said we takin' over, one city at a time (ooh ooh)
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
T-Pain!
It used to be me, eight-five-0, Ridge Road and five hundred dollars
Y-y-y-y-yes C-S we be the best with dress to impress with the Sean John collar
Holla at me made bad man coming
Fire come out shaking and running
Coming, popping, push it to the limit all we see to the top of,
Dump it! (ha)
Bad man and I'm the number one shotta
Test, the best, get your whole block shotta
This is why we hot get you all block cutter like
Ha, ha, ha
I'm the man right now homie wait your turn
You can't buy the shit that I earn
Trust me, you don't wanna feel the burn
Like hey, hey, hey, hey
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day, to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we’re used to it
I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’ with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
And I’ll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
Around the same time she had fell in love with him
Well that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thang
Lucky I ain’t had Jay drop him from the team
La Familia, Roc Nation
We in the building, we still keep it basement
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’ with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest’
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no...
Don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass
Talkin’ ‘bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
[talking: T-Pain]Wooh (birds chirping)
Such a beautiful day in the neighborhood
Never knew it could be such a... a bright and sunny day...
Till I put my chain on...
And then the watch...
LIGHTS OUT!
[DJ Khaled:]This the Pree Ringz!
This Nappy Boy, bitch! (NAPPY BOOYYY)
(Pree Ringz, homie)
It's Nappy Boy!
(You never knew it could happen like this, mayn)
Talk to em!
Let's Go!
[T-Pain:]Aye, aye, aye
Let a nigga sound nice on the track (track)
Let the chain around put the ice on the back (back)
Flip it back around put the ice on my chest (chest)
Ye ain't gotta ask do I rep my set... YES
Ye ain't gotta ask that bitch do you wanna have sex... YES
Ye ain't gotta ask Teddy Pain what he coming up with next... JEST
Sit back relax, and let a nigga do his S.H.I.T.
And I'm not cocky, but alot of niggas wouldn't have careers without me
So nigga don't doubt me, I gotta crib full of niggas that a take you down
And all they goin do with them coppers come through
and they say 'Pain wasn't even around'
DAMN!
How many niggas wanna test what I got (got)
You goin think it's a lightness storm when the mic is on (mic is on)
Ya bitch might get hard with a nigga with a dick thicker
than a Mike Tyson's arms (Tyson's arm)
I'm feeling kinda classy today,
let me take the ice watch off put the righten on (righten on)
But I'm feeling really nasty today,
I got a cup of that patron and I'm slightly gone (slightly gone)
So I zoom by these niggas in my Lamborghini,
I don't give a fuck what knid of bike he on (bike he on)
He really don't know what I got up under the trunk,
somebody better get a sidekicks on (sidekicks on)
Somebody go and get two toilets a new asshole just
might get torn (might get torn)
Teddy Pain I'm out this bitch, a new star just has be Reborn
(Waitress)
Guan guan Mista Khaled
What you want today, the regular?
(Khaled)
Nah, give me the steamed fish
With some white rice
And give me a champaigne cola
And give me some water with some lemon on it
You feel me?
(Waitress)
Alright there, no problem
So what your friend want?
(Ace)
Nah I'm good
(Waitress)
Alright then, me soon come back
(Waitress giving the order to the chef)
(Khaled)
So check this out right
It's all about the money
It's always about the power
It's always about the respect
Straight up
I don't see 'em
(Waitress)
Yo Khaled der be some thugs out to the pre
I don't know if you want me get dem out side
I pray
(Khaled)
Hey yo check this out right
You tell 'em to come through bring them to me
And let them know they have a choice
Everyone has a choice
(Khaled)
Heard them people seeking problems with the Godfather
Shockers keep them llama get your head trauma
Pussy boys rather see me dead, mama
Instead I'm in that Maybach I text 'em with you rabbits
Riding through the city with my hammer close
Pray that all of that this trick does not have bash results
Self made all it took was faith and lots of hope
Understand this the realest shit I ever wrote
Arab from the middle east Jerusalem
Duplicate me will never be I'm hot as Lucifer
Palestine mastermind, rowie face, bezels shine
Smoking good, counting paper, tryin' to dodge the Babylon
Yeah, I'm well respected and that's on any block
Talk about the gutter you just pray to make it out
Puffing ganja with them wassels with them dreadlocks
Cracking lots with them mobsters get your dog shot
I'm fucking molding, foreign without an owner
Motherfucking neighbours bought the whole corner
Bought the whole block,stuntin' on you fuck boys
We the best of all, gotta get that young boy
Gotta let me get 'em
Nah Ace, they don't want war
Just let me get 'em
Nah Ace, they don't want war
I got 'em, I got 'em
Nah Ace, they don't want war
Cause that's that shit we came for
(Khaled)
Steamed fish was amazing, matter of fact
Let me get some jerk chicken to go
Grabbed me one of them lemon pie theories
And let me get some of them cash you theories too
And give me another champaingne cola
But let me ask you a question
What happened to them people asking about me
You supposed to bring them to me
(Waitress)
Dey no sai mistar Khaled
Dey say me one thang one dat you
It let those take their next chance
And dem boi just
And just cut, gone, cut
(Outro)
Hahahaha, I always told my dogs everyone got a choice
[Keyshia Cole]
You know, I've seen some things..
It's important to stay strong
Waddup DJ Khaled?
It's your girl KC!
[Hook]
If not they, then who?
Can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[Chris Brown]
Baby don't cry no more
Cause I'm here to show you the way
I know you got some fight in you
So don't make losing so easy
[Keyshia Cole]
Everybody's gonna fight
And everybody's gonna fall
But the ones that get up
Are always the strongest
Oh I can't imagine if I
Never went through nothing
I wouldn't be a fighter
And I wouldn't last the longest
[Hook]
If not they, then who?
Who can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[Chris Brown]
Legends are born and created
Nothing's free, so I take it
It takes the determination! (We goin' in)
The nation!
[Keyshia Cole]
Everybody's gonna fight
And everybody's gonna fall
But the ones that get up
Are always the strongest
Oh I can't imagine if I
Never went through nothing
I wouldn't be a fighter
And I wouldn't last the longest
[Hook]
If not they, then who?
Who can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[Chris Brown]
I'm promising to do it better than
Anybody ever seen. I will be
Everything that everybody told me
I would never be
I'm feeling the breeze, the wind at my back
My head to the sky. (Won't stop now!)
No, not ever
You can see in my eyes
I will be legendary
[Hook]
If not they, then who?
Who can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Make sure all the people know how it feels
To be legendary!
[spoken]
I remember when they told me no!
I looked right in their eyes and told 'em yes!
Don't let nobody stop your dreams!
Keep winning!
Rise to the top!
Keep your head up!
Young world! The world is yours!
Tryin to talk to 'em...
When there's no more music left
And the lights go out, all you hear is silence
I'll be that voice
(Give it to DJ Khaled for doin it
Y'all the big dog, Pitbull, Terror Squadians - YESSS!!)
Dade County, it's our time
The movement's here forever
And I won't stop 'til I see them devils
And I won't stop 'til I defeat the devils (nigga!)
They all told me that I would fail
They all told me that I would lose
But I'm right here, and I won't lose
Can't NOBODY stop me! I'm somebody
My brother Dre told you to BE somebody
Carol City know what I'm talkin about
The movement! (Fuck niggaz!)
I introduce you to..
.. Ross!
We the best of the best, fit of the fittest
Dead man gon' feel us the way I'm feelin this Phillie
No really we the best (we the best) and I'm the boss
Do I still hustle? Yes... I'm Ricky Ross
Started with the dirt now I'm travellin the world
In a new silver spurt buyin pieces of the Earth
Low mileage; don't need some
No smilin; I'm easin!
Rollin on that thang thang, when I lane change
Haters lookin at me crazy, boy I'ma bang bang
M-I-A yo, we the same gang
C.C. to Down South, e'rybody slang 'caine
Don't see another way, if you do show it to me
Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me
Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty
100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city
I rep my city like a G's supposed ta
I rep my city like a G.. nigga!
Can't nobody stop me, I'm somebody
From this day on you gon' be somebody
We the best, we don't fear nobody
[DJ Khaled]
I'm so serious!
[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be I'll
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God's We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know 'I'm
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I've been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin' where I came from
I guess it's how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
[Hook - Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it's how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear 'em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I'm at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider 'em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing's truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don't
Pussy niggas unnoticed
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
You see these niggas'll try to play ya
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that'd be the day you wanna kill a nigga
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there's kids doing grown man biz nigga
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don't wanna do another 5 years nigga
The boss is testing yo ass
The feds'll question yo ass
They be drug testin' yo ass
And then they pray you don't pass
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they've been poppin' shit for too long
Still reppin' where I came from
I guess it's how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
[Hook]
This is...This is
This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF
Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy fuckin baby
And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we whylin in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile 'em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince
Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
Holla at me, what it do, what it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me what it do, what it is (What It Do)
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass
Gettin cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin, I'm trill
That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby
Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
and he's pushing something far and it's fucked
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby
Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president
Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses
Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys
Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to 'em Paul Wall
Aiyyo
It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A.
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day
I owe my future to
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that suit ya
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Palas and Caprices
These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Featuring: Kanye West, T PAIN
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
DJ Khaled! We the best!
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
I?m goin? in, I?m goin? in!
I do it for the hood ?cause the hood told me I should
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
If you rep yo? hood and you goin? hard
If they hatin? on you, don?t stress, tell ?em niggas that we the best!
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
Fuck nigga, you can?t stop this!
Fuck the best we run this game, Kanye West, Khaled and Pain!
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga gotta go hard?
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin? money ain't shit to me
This in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I am, I will, I gots to go hard
You got another way to live
You gots to go on
I am gettin? it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go, go hard
I go the hardest, flow so retard
I'm disgusted with myself, I mean ugh, where do I start?
First I spin around and vomit, then I shit up on it
Fuck the beat up so bad won't nobody get up on it
I flow so sick, nigga, how sick? Sea sick
Got your hand out, don't look at me bitch
You lookin? at who made me rich
You lookin? at who made me rich
I had some wins, some losses
Just the life of a goddamn boss's
With the top off lookin? for a girl
With a ass as fat as Tracee Ross'
This is dope as it get
Dope as a motherfuckin? acid trip
Fly as 57 passengers
This finna be another classic bitch
Everybody know I got it
If you want it then get at it
But I ain't gon? have it
No, I ain't gon' have it
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga gotta go hard?
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin? money ain't shit to me
This in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I am, I will, I gots to go hard
You got another way to live
You gots to go on
I am gettin? it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go, go hard
I ain't never been scurred
Never been the type to bite my words
When I came up y'all gave me shit
Now I'm finna make y'all eat them turds
Always said what the fuck I felt
Gon? ?head spit that murder I wrote
Man, I don't care wh-what you felt
Fuck you nigga I know I'm dope
Felt like I come here to get my all
Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall
Felt like niggas was stuntin' on me
Funny how I'm flyer than them all
Now I'm at the top, ain't nowhere to go now
Instead of me she gon? go down
Maybe I would?ve slowed down if I knew
What I know now
I'm Scooby I know I'm dumb
Makes it fuckin? get old, well it's good I'm young
But my heart get cold as the hood I'm from
Tell me what it take to be number one
I guess it's gon? be what it's gon? be
But here?s one thing y?all got to hear
I'ma tell you like George Bush told me
?Fuck ya'll niggas I'm out of here?
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga gotta go hard?
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin? money ain't shit to me
This in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I am, I will, I gots to go hard
You got another way to live
You gots to go on
I am gettin? it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go, go hard
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
I?m goin? in, I?m goin? in!
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
I go hard for the hood, I go hard for the streets
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
I go hard for the ghetto, Kanye West, T-Pain, DJ Khaled
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from)
We the best! We won?t stop, we can?t stop, we global!
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga gotta go hard?
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin? money ain't shit to me
This in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I am, I will, I gots to go hard
You got another way to live
You gots to go on
I am gettin? it in until the end
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Kanye West!
(Swag King Cole)
DJ Khaled!
[Hook]
Can't a young nigga get money any more?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
[Verse 1]
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music
In the projects one day, to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it
I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you
[Hook]
Can't a young nigga get money any more?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
[Verse 2]
And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
Around the same time she had fell in love with him
Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang
Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team
La Familia, Roc Nation
We in the building, we still keep it basement
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you
GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, let me ask this quest'
[Hook]
Can't a young nigga get money any more?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?
[Bridge]
Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
[Intro - DJ Khaled]We the Best, Def Jam
I introduce you to Ace
Ace, let's get money
[Intro - Rick Ross (T-Pain)](Cash flow) Haha
It's too easy nigga (Bankroll)
We don't count money no more
We weigh that shit
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at?
We ain't got to leave you bloody like a Tampax
Come up shooting at you thugs Aflac
Then I fall in the suede black Maybach
See I'm back for the money like I left that
See I be running on the route where the cash go
And any nigga interfering with the cash flow
So he can get pumped on like Citgo
Make his body bounce bounce like a '64
Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold
See I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke
Big crack through the music so the flow dope
I keep my money over bitches till the door close
I need money like a bitch need dick more
I'm trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro
Rubber bands in my pants, and a swift bankroll
[Chorus - T-Pain]I'll tell you one thing don't play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the .9
I'ma come see you (See you)
I'ma come see you (See you)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don't have it then you gotta go
I'ma come see you (See you)
Hey (Hey)
We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that
Cash flow
I need it on time I'm, talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money
Cash flow
I need it on time I'm talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money
[Verse 2 - Ace Hood]And where my money young niggas got to have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack
A couple grand for the Louis band napsack
Understand I'm the man who you can't match
Money man minivan full of brown bags
Bet a grand any man never top that
Because money and the gat pop those straps
Getting loot in the top drop right back
I ain't playing creep your avenue in all black
Bust shots like a New Year day blast
And I ride all day like a bus pass
Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow
Kick doors wave .4's where the cash go
I'm trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro
Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]Big money in the dope hole
See the Beamers when you pull up in the dope home (My money)
Seventeen and he got his own kilo
Burning green, nigga living like Nino
Riding clean wax sitting for the C-note
It ain't green get it back with tha C-low
Momma dead broke, daddy fucked up
I'ma make them come and hit me with the recoup
Goddammit I'm still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car?
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch
Cartel so she got to suck four dicks
I be me, V.I.P, DJ Khaled, M.O.B.
Girls so hot, Ace so cold, taking bets, Ace won't fold
[Hook: Future]
Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded
Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest
Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it
Let's put in ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let's get it started
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck rocking like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fo'
They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I won't show
I'm stupid rich got stupid bitch, got stupid rich and loot it
Don't like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I won't entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run it
Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down with like ten here
I'm to answer this unreal let's say one album and like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ gone, heard nigga bailin' all try to gone
But when you ballin' like I do, you know something nigga, they don't like
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's Tunechi you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
Ballin' on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em'
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off... piss test em'
Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the bitches
Who fuckin' wit me? all I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like Joseph
Man I'm married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin... fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone
Lyrics to All My Life:
(featuring Akon, Shyne & Mavado)
Intro:[Dj Khaled]
They wanna live my life
They wanna walk in my shoes
They have no idea
Hook:[Akon]
All my life
I've always been told
you gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold
It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to 'em just go for what you know, yea
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
and i'ma be this way all my life, yea
All my life...
(Dj Khaled: I take you to the gully streets,
with the gully god... Mavado get 'em)
Verse 1: [Mavado]
These streets is like a jungle and we're like the lion
Many of times me haffi strap wit me iron
Never scared, never fret
Gangsta for life til my last breath
Momma even if dem kill me don't cry
I'm a gangsta for life, I was prepared to die
I'ma die rich, never die poor
Mansions in the sky, no more sleeping on the floor
Hook: [Akon]
All my life
I've always been told
you gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold
It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
and I'ma be this way all my life (yeah)
All my life...
(Dj Khaled: From the streets of New York,
where the streets don't sleep... Shyne get 'em)
Verse 2: [Shyne]
All my life
I been rollin with the B's and the C's, 13's and the
kings
they greens in the pen
steady duckin the police, aint a friend
til they take me to hang and they fill me with lead
Like Fred Hampton for the people I bang
til it come to an end I be bleeding in red
I live the story that you read in the Feds
Daddy wasnt there but my momma was a gen
but I ain't trippin though
thats how I kill a foe
We gon get it straight so tell me what it's hittin for
and if you didn't know
I really live the low
I got the O's and the Yo
screamin really though
Hook: [Akon]
All my life
I've always been told
you gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold
It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
and I'ma be this way
(Dj Khaled: All my life... Shyne get 'em)
Verse 3: [Shyne]
All my life I've been sufferin
steady strugglin
I run the streets where they screen for the government
Harry Cumberland coming from the cold
Got it like I'm Sutherland, but this aint 24
This a ode for the O's and the Loc's
Partna's and the cookers doin life on the road
Long as you know you a part of Po
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
I spit the gully rap, I spend the bloody cash
I'm the shotta word to papa, where the money at?
I'm from the gully jack, where we bury rats
Ain't nothin funny, put a bullet in ya skully cap
All my life
I've always been told
you gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold
It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
and I'ma be this way all my life (yeah)
i see em, i got em, i only play to win,
representing this hood im in,
mame LO DI, coming threw i see em hand up in the sky, living
high cause u know im realy fly,
u better n0t let me catch you slip'n or trip'n up in
da hood coz u kn0w u gona realy die,
hek.ti.c i do this everyday,
i hustle hard coz i wana get paid,
n0 cash n0 carz, bet i shine lyk a star,
n0w fuck who u r, ok put me 0na dope beat ima do it
4 the streets, khaled g0 hard i go all out,
dats wat ima bout, i got these niggaz t0kin smak 0na
track, ima kill em at thy own shit,
kill em at thy 0wn game, kill em 0n they 0wn beat,
nah mater fact ima kill em 0n thy 0wn trak,
dats y thy cal me hek tic da best mc,
2 step inda scene wit a bag of stick green,
lo0king realy mean, mustard catch up u beta pace up,
u mean muggin me i tear ur whole dam face 0f.
nw put ur hands in da air,
let em hang, let em bounce,
Featuring Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana & Jadakiss
[Hook (x2)]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x4]
Oh Lord!
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeweler
Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter
N*gga down to do ya, I ain't f*cking with a curl bar
Nickle plated Ruger have you in a box on Worldstar
Duck n*gga, duck n*gga, duck n*gga, duck n*gga
Where I'm from you call the f*ck n*gga
Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa
Court-side sports center, I can make you a believer
Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it
Hundred kilo's in the beemer, boy don't make me get excited
Couple milli on the neck like I'm tryna get indicted
Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad b*tch and a tiger
Real n*ggas, taking over televisions
Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes
Hot boy, young boy, still on fire
What's a death sentence cause we all gotta die
[Hook (x2)]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x4]
Oh Lord!
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Sittin' on them M's, mad sh*t is gettin' realer
(?) got my hood looking like it's Thriller
Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer
Just to let my n*ggas hold on when they rollin', it could kill 'em
And these suckas, I don't feel 'em
I don't even see 'em
I'ma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah
Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here
If all your jewels fake, how the f*ck we gon' believe ya
Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs
Everybody ridin' till you sit 'em in the morgue
Started with a Bonne now I'm sittin' in a Porsche
With the shooters right behind me
Sh*t, you looking at a boss
Rose gold Rollie on my wrist, flawless
Hundred bottles send 'em to the VIP, ballin'
Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding
Y'all n*ggas talking, f*ck is y'all retarded?
[Hook]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x4]
Oh Lord!
[Verse 3: French Montana]
I did it for my dawgs
Did it for them n*ggas with a vision like a boss
Did it for them n*ggas in the kitchen with the salt
Now I'm in that white thing, 500 horses for my n*ggas in the (?)
But got bikes in my hand and a drop head Rolly
Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning
My dawg doing life, try to see him 'fore he hit the coffin'
Play with my paper, run up in your offices
It's the '012 Ice Cube n*gga with the Raider hat
A maniac n*gga, where the paper at
Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit
50 on my wrist, hundred on the necklace
[Hook]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x4]
Oh Lord!
[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
Yo, watch who you drinking with
Watch who you smoking with
1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash)
If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it
And I know tomorrow ain't promised but I hope it is
Love to get acquainted with you
Stay and tear the jail up
Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up
Get them thangs off so I haven't put the scales up
Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut
Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself
Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt
Yeh them pills is flying but the smokers is something else
If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt
The dough got 'em bringing in the broads
Obvious the flow got 'em screaming for the lord
If there's money on ya head what you think is the reward?
I ain't do it for myself, you know who I did it for n*gga
[Hook]
I did it for my dawgs
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Yeah DJ Khaled, Mean Mug music
Waka Flocka (Ace Hood)
This gon' fuck the streets up
This gon' fuck the club up
[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Always kick my dough and shawty last night
I'd be damned if I don't go out without a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
I tell her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
God a bless a niggas soul, bitch I'm out here
Where the wrong color, you can't come around here
So get your mind right, and keep your pistol close
Hoppin' out that ride out into your face, just like a seminal
I'm a nigga, stay thuggin', my lil' cousin got his chopper chrome
And a nigga want problems, take your top off like a metro dome
And make a loud noises, sound like it's world war
And never break a sweat, that's what them killers for
I get money ho, on some real shit
Deck 100's on me, that's just what I deal with
Waka's (?) out, and we the business
See me fuck the hammer, bet your niggas feel quick
Mama pay for me, commit a lot of sins
And it don't make it better consumin' a lot of gin
Blood, sweat & tears, I put my soul out
Smell the flowers, bitch, I might just pull the rose out
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
A young nigga, fuckin' (?) with his transluce
Middle finger all the fans, cause I said too
Now we my G's at? Now where them dope boys?
Now where my niggas who be thuggin' on the corner for it
Hands in the air, throw your hood up
Hoppin' off that 7 (?), just when I pull up
Now where my bad bitches, who keep that ass fat?
I love a hood bitch, ain't scared to throw that ass back
And I keep them real niggas, homie that's that
You a super duck, I'm talkin' Aflac
My niggas stormed out, stormed out
Stupid (?) in them zones with that stone mouth
Club stupid packed, it's a mad house
Catch you sniffin' by yourself, and then you assed out
And homie that's word, my niggas gon' learn
See that red in blue, I'm runnin' out my Converse
[Chorus - Rum]
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bringing real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bringing real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
[Verse 1 - Rum]
I'm officially affiliated, ho's love it and niggas hate it
We the best, we the greatest, book a show, signing papers
S-S-S-Signing like old times, don't even need a whip
Homes for the more valuable, my son tell me I'm the shit
Shawty ain't going down, they let dummy pick and choose
Pass to the oh and boo, she down for that switcheroo
Might-might-might-might catch a switch or two, still the same old red
Chill with them youngins, but got my game from the old heads
Trynna then yall niggas, killed you in college bro
Show's on Myspace, it ain't hard to find it bro
I'm bringing real rap back, for the Chevy's and Cadillac's
Blue red every color and the G's with neeks
[Chorus - Rum]
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
I'm bring real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
[Verse 2 - Rum]
Look, I ain't hatin', I keep it real, I see what they don't see
Radio ain't the same, they play what they wanna play
All 'bout a budget now, fake is the new real
Lie about who you kill, and get you a record deal
Them folks take a chance with it, give ya advance with it
Promote you like hell man, let you make a lil' dance with it
You good for about a year, then you strugglin' to stay alive
The whole world forgot about ya, back to 9-to-5
Put it down all the time, put on my real jeans
Got 'em big, 45, can't wear no lil' skinny jeans
No women tendencies, plus I can really spit
These niggas is really bitches, go 'head, tuck your dick
[Chorus - Rum]
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
I'm bring real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
[Verse 3 - Rum]
I'm offended by all means, everybody rap now
I can't even blame 'em though, the drug game locked down
Determined to be the next, care less 'bout a record sale
Will dummies succeed or fail? Shit, only time'll tell
Glad to be out the sale, glad to be out the hood
Glad I ain't got a lot, I do what you others should
Boy, you're a fucking jerk, loosen up on your shirt
Nigga scramming out this bitch, and you feeling 'bout all this work?
I know nigga's mad at me, expose these clowns though
Niggas just claim shit, don't even know what it stand fo'
You pussies ain't trained to go, keep bragging 'bout hood dough
Your nuts don't hang low, boy he's a man-ho
[Chorus - Rum]
I'm tired of this bullshit
All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that bullshit
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah
(We tired of that bullshit)
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
I'm bring real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bring real rap back
[** feat. Pitbull and Jarvis:]
[Verse 1: ~Pitbull~]
This for those that chose to sleep on Pits
Not knowing I had a plan for every letter in the alphab-tch
My life's been diarrea boy I've been through some sh-t
Turned it all around and now my bank account is oh sh-t
Could have took the coke route, heroin boy dope route
Chevy gets dressed up, choppa's get chocked out
AK Quatro Siete dale mete machete
Perico's been a part of my life since I was chupando tete
I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts
To f-cking dope hoes and houses with beach fronts
I hit a lick yeah muthf-cker my life changed
But chico won't change, I'm forever Dade
Invest in my future so I'm forever paid
I don't play games f-ck boy I ain't EA
Go ahead and hate me til I'm dead in the ground
I'm D-A-D-E Dade county
[Chorus: ~Jarvis~]
I'm all in and I rep my city till I die
As long as I'm thinking and breathing I'm gon ride
On the east to the west side
Kept it 100 so I'm good for life
Give a damn what a hater gotta say
Make it this far I'm a do it my way
I'm a do it my way, do it my way
Give a damn what a hater gotta say
I rep my city, rep my city
Rep my city, rep my city
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, rep yo city
[Verse 2: ~Pitbull~]
Miami's red cross when they need me I'm there
I'm from the era when there was gang wars at the Youth Fair
I'm ten years ahead of the game, I know it ain't fair
Used to go to Santa's Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard
Sat on Santa's lap and showed him some crack
And told him for Christmas all I want is coke that comes back
Something about a 75k a show,
Next year it will be 300 per show yeah fo sho
Pits always had it on lock
I'm from the bottom b-tch ya'll can keep a f-cking top
My dog [? ] bout to jump out [? ]
Look at the way that Chico been running the crib
From rocking stages with uncle Al Virginia key
To rocking sold out crowds at MSG
And I ain't from New York I'm a Dade county representer
Dat right fo sho let's ride
Khaled, check this out right
I know we global now, world wide 305
But I see that they are trying to bring down the movement
I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me
One time, new Diaz
(That's right)
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
You're back won't last with checks you can't cash
Keep disrespectin', in the everglades they'll find ya
I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper of forty-ninya
I grew up listenin' to Lou, and, and, and pumpin' Trick
Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed
I got love for Rick, and congrats you made it
I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies
I seen them trying to bring you down
But fuck that dog you one of the greatest
Khaled mix 96er, but even back then though you had haters
I remember the Temple at Oynx, I was too drunk to get in
I was still outsider selling Chronic you know getting' it in
I remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win
Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash
One time TS, two times Fat Joe
I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short
I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti
All running with zozs, Banana Azuri, soft drop top that's fo sho
Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before
Dammit been paying dues, now its my time to blow
Even when 50 come through, he don't roll no less than 50 zozs
Cause they will push your shit back, way back to trues and vows
My dog Noseshaker, come through the block on something clean
Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dream
Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck
That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash
I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street
Low key and stay quiet, that's how these Chico's in Miami eat
I love it when these boys come from out of town
And thinking Miami's sweet
All of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet
That's when they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treat
When the choppers start a raining, its hard to stop a Miami leak
That's what they get for thinking Miami's just Miami Beach
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be about it, hey)
You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash
Hah, you know how this ain't a neighborhood right?
Don't let your mouth write a check your ass can't cash, ha, ha, ha
If the moneys on the wood, it's all good
But if the moneys out of sight it going to be a fight
I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad
I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab
I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime
I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown
I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad
I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab
I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime
I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown
I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta
A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta
Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordless cutta
Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda
What a fucked up predicament
(Damn)
A scary scenario
Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial
They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial
Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go
Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and
Nigga we got all yo' soft in yo' hands so don't pretend
Like this ain't what it was
(Was)
Or we ain't what you say
(Say)
I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day
'Cause in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic
Watch what you say when we meet
'Cause they know might get yo XXX kicked
End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga
We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthafucka
I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad
I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab
I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime
I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown
This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson
Choppin' up tha slab, spokes turnin', bobbies searchin'
Shoppers splergin', caked up 'cause my pockets swell
I'm callin' plays, pullin' broads, I just think and roll
I'm from that lone star, tippin' dime dat candy car
Get it shined on 59, lean and tuck I'll cut some more
Hoes wanna who we are, fathers wanna know what we get
Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad 'cause they ain't hot
They ain't got the cash that I got, they don't know what my hood 'bout
They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop
Countin' cash and stackin' not, South victory back to Scott
Crawlin' like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch
I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho
Rick boy, yeah, that's fo' sho', breakin' 'em off, you already know
Drive slow like Kanye West and Branyan Wayans and Manny Mesh
A Swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, we are the best
I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad
I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab
I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
[Krayzie Bone]
I Told Em Ima Get Up Get Out N Get Something
But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In the City Thuggin
Never Been A Nigga Thats Never DoneLess Than 100%
The Hustles Thats In Me My Thug Mentality
Showed Me What To Do To Improve My Salary
Dont Nobody Move Or You Could Be A Casualty
Why You Would Really Wanna Cross Paths With Me
One Nigga Left And They Thought We Was Done
Done Think You'll Get Rid Of The Twist Of The Tongue
They Thought We Was Finished But We Just Beginning
They Want Me Commited For The Murder 1
No Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die
Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme
Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm
Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My Cash Growin
And Ass Showin These Niggas Cant See Bone They Already Know
Came Down With A Style Unfamiliar Sound Thats How We Kicked In The Doooor
What It Be Like Bone Thug Nigga Born And Bred In The Cleveland Street Life
And Believe We Aint Goin Nowhere We Permanent Posted Up Like Street Lights
We Do It Still Get To It Undisputed Who Would Of Knew It
We Stay The Truest Suited And Booted
They Aint Doin It Like We Do It Do It!!
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
[Wish Bone]
Nigga tell the truth for you get inda booth
You know think about the bone flow for hoes
I aint nice like ??wanna split ya mouth
Betta get you that dough you old hoes
Wheres the respect when you cash that check (huh)
Nigga break bread well bust your head (yup)
Ill bring to it the heart rather leave em dead
Before my time but im still ahead
Of yall (all yall) like a nice bitch hit a nigga raw dawg (raw dawg)
And any nigga with him catch a sawed off (sawed off)
And im ready im ready know what it is
Nigga bow down(bow down)nigga show some love
Aint no hoes in us we can swing dem buds
We can share some blood (blood [x6])
Let a nigga loose ima smack him like i do (do)
Ima come and see you fuck that rappin in a booth (booth)
I aint no studio or nothin my name in yo mouth
And ima show you somethin fuck it
This the first time double back dumpin (dumpin)
Deep in the club they some suckas rush em (rush em)
Get it how we get it dont let the singin fool ya
We gets dirty dirty dirty never nervous
Nah aint no love there (aint love there)
Watch yo mouth or one day them thugstas yes
They will run up on ya (on ya) and thats when its over cus
We dont play no games so when we up on ya
Believe we gone let it rain
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
[Layzie Bone]
In the hood where its good yea we get respect
On any street man its time to bill collect
Its a promise little homie no need for threats
We da best in the business we breed the next
Nigga ride with a thug on a cleveland quest
We really aint mad at you clones
You gotta give credit where credit is due
Why wouldnt they give it to bone
If you ever gave props den a massive thanks
Now you thinkin how a master thanks
Way back in 94 stage stayed closed
We opend the door nigga get that bank
Flip that flow city to citymy niggas is gritty and ol boy
Reppin that bone thug mo thug thugline
Hit em with one rhyme they be like OH BOY (Oh boy)
Now most of the greatest done did it
And some of the latest done did it
Rest in peace to the b-i-g
Been 13 years and they still fuck with it
Jay-z done did it j.d done did it little bow wow did it and killed it
I love when a real nigga do they thang some wanna plead not guilty
Nigga get filthy aint no playa hation some of yall niggas its congratulation
Got your hand on my dick try to masterbate it
Let me bust in face since you had to taste it
Smash and takin whats rightfully mine
Nigga betta check my profile
Niggas is up in myspace eternally this be bones style (bone style)
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
[DJ Khaled]
This is, this is,
This is, this is,
Im about Unity,
Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida
Listennn,
Chorus - [Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[Jadakiss]
Yo the hammer and the muzzle came together,
All I had did was hold on to the pieces untill the puzzle came together,
Before it all got hyped,
I was in the corridor,
Apple before it got riped.
So I aint gotta act like,
I'm on top of, or in front of them,
If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them,
Listenn I'm a different kind of boss,
I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth,
These niggas is different kind of soft.
Everybody know it all,
Nobody follow a protocal,
The money's only good until you blow it all.
Stacking every cents,
Guliani knocked John Gotti, What?
So now he's running for president.
It's a shame what the game's became,
But the truth is,
There's really nobody to blame,
But the music.
Lets give it a minute,
Wtih no wack gimmicks,
Just hard beats and rhymes,
blow breath back in it.
[Chorus - Jada and DJ khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[Fat Joe]
Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this,
You claim king, but we in control of this,
Name another rapper you see on the streets,
huggin the block at the height of a beef,
Yellow tape and white sheets,
Yea that's my back drop whenever I speak,
I know alotta y'all would love to ice me,
make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy.
But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit,
Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant,
Joe's the business, Ask about me,
In the middle of the desert,
and they still can drought me.
You know Coka baby he stay on that new york shit,
You see weezy coming down on that forklift,
And money aint a thing, unless he come off with
Then Ima have to hit em with these little bricks often.
[Chorus - Fat Joe and DJ Khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[Ja Rule]
New york, New York nigga never went no where,
I just took off a couple of years,
But Now I'm back on my day to day,
Old school, Gucci frames like day to day,
Who gone tell New york times up, Flava flav,
Cuz as much as things change it remains the same
And you can gimme the city of God
And Mecca, the temple, the mas
An inspiration, the inception, The art..
Of Hip Hip was born
And the rap game was formed
From niggas dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms
Against all odds,
and argue all day about who's a bigger star,
Joe, Jada, or Ja.
SO close but so far,
So many there's no star,
I can't belive Fifty Cent and NY fell off,
And L.A. came back, and the south is running shit,
Then one blood group, shit's all developing, NEW YORK
[Chorus - Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[DJ Khaled]
Comme si je n'existais pas
Elle est passée a côté de moi,
Sans un regard, reine de Saba
J'ai dit, Aicha, prends, tout est pour toi
Voici, les perles, les bijoux
Aussi, l'or autour de ton cou
Les fruits bien mûrs au goût de miel
Ma vie, Aicha, si tu m'aimes
J'irai où ton souffle nous mène
Dans les pays d'ivoire et d'ébène
J'effacerai tes larmes, tes peines
Rien n'est trop beau pour une si belle
Aicha, Aicha, écoute-moi
Aicha, Aicha, t'en va pas
Aicha, Aicha, regarde-moi
Aicha, Aicha, réponds-moi
Je dirai les mots, les poèmes
Je jouerai les musiques du ciel
Je prendrai les rayons du soleil
Pour éclairer tes yeux de reine
Aicha, Aicha, écoute-moi
Aicha, Aicha, t'en va pas
Elle a dit, garde tes trésors
Moi, je vaux mieux que tout ca
Des barreaux sont des barreaux même en or
Je veux les mêmes droits que toi
Du respect pour chaque jour
Moi, je ne veux que de l'amour
Comme si je n'existais pas
Elle est passée a côté de moi,
Sans un regard, reine de Sabat
J'ai dit, Aicha, prends, tout est pour toi
Nebgheek Aicha wenmoot aleek [Je t'aime Aicha et je meurs pour toi]
hasy saynett hayaty w hoby (hobi) [Ca c'est l'histoir de ma vie et de mon
amour]
enty omry wenty hayaty [Toi, tu es mon âme et ma vie]
Temeneeit en eesh maak gheer enty [J'éspère de vivre qu'avec toi]
[DJ Khaled]
We the best
I represent the hood
I represent the ghetto
I represent the people
I represent you
LISTEN!!!
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[The Game]
Ayo Cali
Walk with me
Yeah thats what got me here
The chucks the khaki suits
All the swap meet years
The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks
Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop
Thats why I love the hood and everything we got
From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops
All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch
I'm that type of nigga yall made my city bigger dawg
Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss
So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs
When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas
Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project
From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so.....
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Jadakiss]
AAHHAA!!!
Yeah ugh
They know
Yeah ugh
Aint no help there just food stamps
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care
Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it
Everybody know eachother if not they realated
You can get shot or get bladed
Theres dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you just to cop out
Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out
Fights break out when you wired and start joking
Alot of OG's retired and started smokin
House party games of spade sweet kool-aid
Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid
So therefore I could never be too paid
I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Trick Daddy]
Haha
Tell me this how come
Black folks get a little doe
And forget where they come from
Man we used to have good times
But since you moved on up you aint cool with us
We still support you tho we dont see you much
You aint the first fool its cool with us
But why you living out your idols dreams
Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs
Now its cool that your adress changed
But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same
I guess new homies came with his fame
But see true homies will stay the same
Through all the up's and down's in your career
A couple wives few kids scattered here
And when you dead or broke without a deal
All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
Ana pharl rlia ountia la
Manderlek brida manebki rlek
La zharl la mimoun la gozel
REFRAIN:
Didi didi didi di hazine di ouah
Didi ouah didi didi di hazine di didi hey yeh
Manederlek brida manebki rlek
Manederlek brida mane sakse rlek
La zherl la mimoun la gozel
REFRAIN:
Didi didi didi di hazine di ouah
Didi ouah didi didi di hazine di didi hey yeh
Manederlek brida manebki rlek
Manederlek brida mane sakse rlek
La zherl la mimoun la gozel
REFRAIN:
Didi didi didi di hazine di ouah
Didi ouah didi didi di hazine di didi hey yeh
La baâdek rlia el jbal ghaka
Derl el makadelech bal el ghaka
Hsabt el rnilioun ou rIa mendarga
REFRAIN:
Didi didi didi di hazine di ouah
Kingston, Kingston, Kingston
[Chorus:]
I see them coming from afar
I got my eyes open I'm ready for war
When I fight mon' they know who we are
A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through
I see them coming from afar
The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar
When I fight mon' they know who we are
A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through
My mom is my hero
Two three nine zero
Doctor was looking at us talk
From then I've been strictly on a mission
I got twenty-twenty vision
All the haters I can spot them from far
I'm sure
Jamacains on slash date
Probably representin' and bringing it home
After I sing my songs
I duck trouble but it keep on lurkin'
Things going to well the devil start workin
I see them coming from afar
I got my eyes open tough luck for ya'll
Crush, Crush the wall
I'm still a young boy that drive all the grown folks right up the wall
I'm aware of the snakes cause they near
They plottin' to get me
I'm watching my peers
Bout time in a million
It's close man i swear
I feel it in the air and i'm order for them
[Chorus:]
I see them coming from afar
I got my eyes open I'm ready for war
When I fight mon' they know who we are
A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through
I see them coming from afar
The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar
When I fight mon' they know who we are
A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through
I'm what it is i'm Macdola hype with a game to back
Spitting a big ticket number one in the track
Ease along, baby say ease the bar
My b's the door
Bout to take the game by storm
The one and only
Haters got nothing on me
I can feel the vibe
I see it in their eyes
They praying for my demise
They don't want to see me blow yo
Rather see me low low
Or I be on the floor yo
But no yo
I'm pull through this game of tug o' war
What you fellas fussing for
Maybe cause i'm grubbing more
Not unless i'm paying my dues
Don't hate me
A little hard work will get you here too
I got next, better yet i got now
Everybody got faith and yelling cause my hot style
86 the bullshit they don't want me hostile
I'ma reign supreme until the day i drop down
[Chorus:]
I see them coming from afar
I got my eyes open I'm ready for war
When I fight mon' they know who we are
A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through
I see them coming from afar
The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar
When I fight mon' they know who we are
A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through
...................
[Chorus:]
I see them coming from afar
I got my eyes open I'm ready for war
When I fight mon' they know who we are
A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through
I see them coming from afar
The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar
When I fight mon' they know who we are
[DJ Khaled]
Yeah I met this shorty last night right
[Fabolous]
Real Rap
[DJ Khaled]
And you know she looked like she was with her man
[Fabolous]
He, he, he
[DJ Khaled]
And you know I see you with your man
she was like nah thats my friend
[Fabolous]
Oooh Okay
[DJ Khaled]
So that was my cue
Ayo Fab
[Fabolous]
Ey Khaled
Shorty wanna give me the go ahead
that ima stay even when i need to go head
and if I feel something ima try
figured you winked at me not just something in your eye
See shawty you aint got to tell me what I know
That was E40 who said tell me when to go
I know I got the green light
And ya'll get the red light
So if the head right I'll be there err night
Err night like a playoff game
You hard working haters take a day off man
We the what? [DJ Khaled: We the best!]
Thats so true, when I walk in this bitch baby thats your cue
[CHORUS]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
Girl tell me, what's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
What's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
[Rick Ross]
Its the boss
You know we global
DJ Khaled, Flo-Rida, ya know how it is
Baby you need international phone call to call me
Its Global right here
I need bitch who motivated
And know multiplication
It's serve collect calls
'cuz i got multiple cases
Let it be house, yea the comfortable places
Married to the game on a prenuptial basis
Khaled, he the best in the game when he break it
She the baddest in the club, and I'm willin to take it
We got a lot 'o dollars, gotta be willin to make it
And if you wanna baby might just be willin to taste it
Boss, I'm thuggin and she lovin it
Gotta have protect one, sippin on that bubbly
Its hard not to notice me, we known globaly
Sittin on the top of the world just so comfortably
[CHORUS]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
Girl tell me, what's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
What's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
[Flo-Rida]
Ayyyy
Let me get the OKAY shawty, what's on your brain
I wanna know i see you lookin, I been peepin your game
I get a rhythm, see me jookin t, teach you a thang -
Or two, I'm in the dang zip, you wanna come entertain me boo?
We can do that, there, just gimme the go
Been a playa unprepared, everybody grown folks
'Round here, them gold bottles hold them up
Then we can say, cheeers [DJ Khaled: Let's take a toast]
No wheat or white bread in my Pilsbury dough
Just give me the right head with the letters G-O
All eyes if you like your momma, lame as a video
Imagine you and other kitties(?) strollin all over the city
[CHORUS]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
[Fat Joe]
Crack! How hot is hot?
She on fire baby burn the block
I even taught her how to turn to pot
You cool it off, and it come back rock (crack!)
Yes! I am him
Pull strings like a violin
Then I cross over like I'm Iverson
To Z100 out to Ireland
White chicks is standin on line
Black chicks is standin on line
Don't discriminate, I disintegrate
So much cake, maybe we can get away
[CHORUS]
I know you see me starin girl
I see you lookin at me
Go find and it's apparent girl
You feelin luck in the street
Girl tell me, what's on your mind, let me know
Girl give me the go, give me the go ahead
What's on your mind, let me know
CHORUS:
shes blazin up
shes blazin up the gucci man it is from the wildy F***
beacouse the side and up u too t bae i guess beacouse the
wildy tup
beacouse shes blazin up
shes blazin up the gucci man and its from the side and up
beacouse the side and up she a man uh a wanton fire shes blazin up
MISSY:
missy be the shigady
u bomb digady
i can take ur man shawty
thats foshigady
foshigady
i make allot migady
money aint a biggady
i make ya so sik of me
i make history like KHALED make a movie
its yours truly ill send g'd like a purpo d
spend the new g's
on the bag and the shoes see the gucci gucci
the fendy and the look on me
i got a groopie that wanna do me
i got a hotter chingalling a taste ov oochi
oouchi wallin baby
u got a probleme baby go get me baby
F***in wit da hottest baby
K.H.A.L.E.D
u got ur boys then i lok em on me eh eh eh
id rather spend a ching-aling on it eh eh eh
id rather spend a ching-aling on it
WOOOO
CHORUS SEAN PAUL
VERSE SEAN PAUL:
become in love dem ott gurls
duffle man dey bring da gi and da vaga in 2 my world
sport center to the F*** gurls
cenemar left dem out now dey cum out on my word
so im dickin on my ladies
so every women out dere start likin me apres dis
so wen i get to say dis
every boy named K-a-led to da k space
out my wife to uh dingin apred dis
duffle man out ther wish im not ladies
wen im at the bar man champagne outrageous
stick ur body out in my sister mercedes
blazin ooh man ur energeny is outsa
blazin ohh man stick ur body outa
on my need on energy on us
streight upon the lies the busta mere putsa
CHORUS SEAN PAUL
BUSTA VERSE:
i dont giv u non
knock on would
im a mutha F***in freek
and yo ass look good
and i giv it too u good
until the day we through
heard u a freek ya me too
o ill monkey F***
in a way u never heard of
chokin wit my tung
im a peal or a pearl
my little mama open
and there aint no denyin
shawty gobblin up my meat
and i will nigga drive
u got enough to eat
well heres a sip of aquafina
mouth so pretty
with lips like angelina
i aint neva seen a chik
look like such a winner
shawty got an extra bite
she got a little foreign in
her house
she give it to me wen we had to
do it do it
she was makin funny noises like
ouit ouit
she was lookin at me funny
and i know i wasnt buggin
shawty giv the kinda sounds like i was dik
You don't want to get me started ho
You don't want to get me started ho
Ace Hood
We the best, YMCMB
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that's just how I remain
Don't get me started, don't get me started
My nigga, my nigga don't get me started, don't get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it's sweet then try me
Don't get me started, don't get me started
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers
Clique full of niggas and killas
When they cut me I don't pay them
With the two them nigga eyes remember
I'm the same lil nigga from the block ho
And I drive still walk with the Glock on
I'm about that cream, guaplage on
Don't get me started up ho
I come to whip in the Phantom
Y'all niggas really can't stand it
Them hoes really be jocking
Diamonds that got them watching
Say Ace ain't getting' no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don't wanna get me started
You don't wanna see how I'm ballin'
Ok ok, what it look like?
Well that good thing got and it's good night
With a bad bitch, she's so thick
She rolling, I know this
And her neck gon' froze, better know that
Act up, I smell like a Kodak
And these niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas won't hold back
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that's just how I remain
Don't get me started, don't get me started
My nigga, my nigga don't get me started, don't get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it's sweet then try me
Don't get me started, don't get me started
Ok them pussy niggas be hating
Focus on what I'm making
Came through in tha Phantom
Them pussy niggas can't take it
Spit big bread on my chain
Still on stroke with your main
I'm rich nigga like yea nigga
They hoping I stay the same
They say I changed when I got fame
Bitch niggas, they complain
Flat black in that 2 door
Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne
I'm like damn hood what it be like?
Hold 'em down as your knee lights
New bitch like every day
Swear to God you won't see her twice
That purple that got me leaning
They don't wanna get me started
Come on this hook, no phonics
Introduce this shit and go retarded
Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing
Extended clips that's standing tall, two chain
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that's just how I remain
Don't get me started, don't get me started
My nigga, my nigga don't get me started, don't get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it's sweet then try me
The season has returned
DJ Khaled!
We global now, we global
We international now
International
Nasir!
Money fall out the sky when I speak
Gotta valet can't leave mine in these streets
Can't carpool the crew is too deep
Why tuck it all in? The jewels are too sweet
You should ball if you could
I be diggin' in my pockets
It ain't trickin' if you got it
And since a niqqa from the projects
Champagne out of a can would be the fly shit
And I'm a history major
Hood motivational speaker
Rap Led Zeppelin, best dressed list
Show you how to bubble off of large investments
Ya heard me, and this journey I'm the journalist
Line around the block to hear the words of the herbalist
Send ya girl to the Dominicans to perm her shit
Tell her tonight, we gonna see Nas return to his murder shit
It's still nasty, bone in the flesh
God's son, never gone, never left
King, I play every card in the deck
The whole world waitin' for what I'ma do next
And y'all already know where I came from
Queensbridge reppin' since day one
Nigga I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Nasir!)
Come on!
Out of the shadows, into the lights
I have a power, take back what's mine
We have a power
We are alive
I'm God's hit man
Chopard wrist band
New York crown jewel
No if-and's
Top five, I'm the one, two, three, four
And the fifth man
Smoke a hookah in Istan-bul
I'm quicksand
I'm 5 Mics, five points of light
Hit the stage like a meteorite
They wanna all hear Ether tonight
But we ain't beefin' tonight
That's history
So now when you mention me
Say I'm a mystery
Like six degrees or the seven hills of Sicily
I need a vasectomy
They resurrected me
But nothing is left for me
Just when you thought you'd seen the best of me
I take it a notch higher, yeah
Sip more wine than a Somalian
Get around town in a private lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still nasty, bone in the flesh
God's son, never gone, never left
King, I play every card in the deck
The whole world waitin' for what I'ma do next
And y'all already know where I came from
Queensbridge reppin' since day one
Nigga I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Nasir!)
Come on!
Out of the shadows, into the light
I have a power, take back what's mine
We have a power
We are alive
Power, paper, palace is so high
Lookin' over skyscrapers, wildin' out in Dubai
Do I look like I never seen the better things?
Emerald ring, I chase cheddar mean
Pockets on swole since eighteen years old
Gettin' my dough, cigars are hand-rolled
From Guantanamo; Gallardo's, the car shows
The Narco Gestapo Optimo's
'Cause I love the dough
More than you know
Still ain't reach the pinnacle
Braveheart general since 9-4
Got the belt to show
Certified classic
9-6, Street Dreams was blastin'
And no way, they wanna hire assassins
They still harassin'
I'm so platinum, it's natural
A niqqa is my acronym
Lights, camera, action an'...
It's still nasty, bone in the flesh
God's son, never gone, never left
King, I play every card in the deck
The whole world waitin' for what I'ma do next
And y'all already know where I came from
Queensbridge reppin' since day one
Nigga I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Come on!)
I'm on (Nasir!)
Come on!
Out of the shadows, into the light
I have a power, take back what's mine
We have a power
We are alive
Nigga I'm on
I'm on
Come on!
This is...
We global now, we global
We international now, international
[Akon]
Oh, oh
[Khaled]
DJ Khaled!
[Akon]
Konvict Music, yeah
[Khaled]
We the best
We takin' over
Listennn!
[T.I.]
Ay, ay
Started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Phildelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches
Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it
[Akon]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Rick Ross]
Triple C, Black Flag
We rich, yeah
[Khaled]
Listennn!
[Rick Ross]
Boss, it's what I does
I get money everyday, everyday I does
That Benz, is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride
You better, move! Ak all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm (B.I.G.) like Diddy
Damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie of my city
Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
The (?) can get (?), stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous
Miami on fire, you better be, cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see that you know I'm from Port City
I run in 'cause Rick Ross is boss shit
[Akon]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Fat Joe]
Cribs Mania
Khaled!
BX, TS nigga
[Khaled]
Listennn!
[Fat Joe]
Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'ma tell you like a g told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace
You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees
Nigga please, I spit crack every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!
[Akon]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Khaled]
Listennn!
[Birdman]
Birdman daddy, I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the fam', I'ma give him son
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run
Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long
Been a g in the game now my son on the throne
[Lil Wayne]
I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I am untamed, I need a leash
I am insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
and I like, my spite ease the peak
And my wrist special pah but the Mula's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust, you're a do-er
That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor
Red like red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?
[Akon]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
DJ KHALED!
It started with some packs (Go!)
Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
Took over the block (Let's Go!)
And then we
Ball! [x7]
(That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)
Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
Motherfuck the law (Victory)
Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
Cause we move alot of raw
And so we
Ball! [x7]
(Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)
I started from an ounce (28)
Stretched that to 42 (ehh)
Flipped that to shawty blue
Took it to the sporty coup (Go!)
Now, I can get it for a 23
So short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)
BALL!
I'm all for it like Brandon Roy
Long story short, let's fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)
My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)
My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)
Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)
Tell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)
They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)
So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out
BALL!
It started with some packs (Go!)
Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
Took over the block (Let's Go!)
And then we
Ball! [x7]
(That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)
Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
Motherfuck the law (Victory)
Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
Cause we move alot of raw
And so we
Ball! [x7]
(Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)
It started with some packs
Then a couple cars
Wake up with my dogs
Took over the block
And then we
Ball! [x7]
(Show me the money... What's up now!)
Now we run the city
Motherfuck the law
Push the latest cars
Cause we move alot of raw
And so we
Ball! [x7]
(It's not so funny now... I can't hear you niggas now!)
I'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)
Private plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)
I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)
It's all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)
Tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)
The weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin...)
We make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)
With them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)
I'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)
I'm a need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)
I got these bitches duckin dick like... (HAHA!)
When they see me pull to the spot, we're like...
It started with some packs (Go!)
Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
Took over the block (Let's Go!)
And then we
Ball! [x7]
(That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)
Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
Motherfuck the law (Victory)
Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
Cause we move alot of raw
And so we
Ball! [x7]
(Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land... I be back when it's warm!)
We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly
So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)
Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies [coughs]
Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)
You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out
Spendin money nights out, till the lord say it's lights out (pour out some liquor)
My... is callin'... (uh oh!)
And even with the lights all off,
You can still see the jewellery
It started with some packs (Go!)
Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
Took over the block (Let's Go!)
And then we
Ball! [x7]
(That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)
Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
Motherfuck the law (Victory)
Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
Cause we move alot of raw
And so we
Ball! [x7]
Brisco:
ha Yeah Triple c CMB poe boy Boss what it is nigga?
Birdman what up The Goons to be king How u love that pussy nigga?
Yeah Blood Money
The definition
I'm Clutching on my slippin in
The Way I'm Feeling Right Now
A Bitch Could get the Business
Just know my niggas squeeze on side
Only problem is we doin this head knock
I told Ross
We gon show em how the Gutta do
All black skis
Black ones
And the Jumpsuit
Silde in the silder in and out night vision
Scopes on the AR
To hit em with precision
And did I mention this one here's for the thugs dummy
A little drugs bunny
We did it off of Blood Money
More pieces of crown Vic surround us
We runnin up on niggas
They jumpin off of counters
One time for my allies
I'm a poe boy that like my guns
Supersize
CMB what it is
I'm cookin up them kids
Rick Ross:
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
Ace Hood:
Okay we getting from us servin weight
Get it cause we servin ye
See the way we get the cake
Like every days a boring gay
Blood Money
And I'ma count it till they come for me
The feds hate it
They mistakin me for Blanco Buddies
I'm puttin Blood, sweat and tears for this cash money
I'm talkin crooked unidentified bags of it
I'm talkin yellow table paper
Put the tags on it
You play with mine
Bet I turn you into crash dummies
Better not need heaters
I spit them shells like the beatles
I have my people go see you
I squash you out like a cheater nigga
I for that drug money
Underneath the rug money
My niggas love money
Yeah I'm talking Blood Money
Rick Ross:
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
Rick Ross:
Hammers in the Hummers
Sticks in the lids
Sweets in the trunk
Streets gimmie sneers
Money comin fast
Blood comin slow
Who dem boys with the H
Feds wanna know
Gators on theif
Neighbors gon sleep
You dealin with a G
And the haters gon see Boss
I'm in the dealership
With a duffle bag
Couple Mazaradihs
Couple Hundred Stacks
Far from peaches and cream
Niggas deceased on the scene
I'm just countin my green
Chillin sippin' my li
Keep investigatin
Cause you got a job
Better keep your vest on
Bitch cause we got a mar
Rick Ross:
I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
Birdman:
Well I'm the mob chief
Givin orders
Callin all the shots out
Make a nigga understand
We Gangsters
We don't play out
Came from under the sand
Lift my own weight up
Bought a house off the curb
Was patient so it paid up
No pleasure and pain homie
Just the price for the flight
Don't get'cha head chopped
Fuckin with them five stripes
Eagle land it went south
Now we got the cake
Paper plate money
Every time I hitch a state
High on this pressure life
Famous from the mud
Got the game from some old heads
I took it up in Blood
Yeah the only price nigga
Is a price
A mill on some whips
A hundred on ya life
Rick Ross: I'm countin Blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We countin blood Money
Ain't mad cause I love money
Came up getting drug Money
We talkin drug money
We talkin blood money
We talkin blood money
Straight Blood Money
We talkin drug money
It's drug money
It's drug money
Drug Money
Birdman:
Yeah the big Things 100 Big dog status CMB
[DJ Khaled:]
I would usually scream all over this intro
But I'm a let my friends tell you
We Global
We Global Now
We Made It
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
We da best
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Blast through
When I come through, all the pretty women wanna know what it do
Make Moves, I break rules
And baby when I leave I want your friend to come too
We rich nigga
Money make the playa haters sit, go figure, straight go getta
And when I tell you we da best, it's no lie.
We Live, it's televised
And if you feel me, put your hands in the sky
Let's make a oath that we never be broke again.
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global (We Global)
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
We da best
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
I'm second to none
They're descending upon
Tattoo on my arm?, Tony Montana the one
We da best (We da best?) Yes We Nigga
Just got that new yacht to get em sea sicka
Yeah yeah, I love the way she do it
Mask on her face, first she chop it then screw it
Niggas coming ready raw, cause I speaking fluids talking money
That's something that you don't what to do with, I done rock with,
Mary J Blige, my nigga, try petting the recession, yeah some that nigga
The big boy get the big boy's rush, the only nigga made 20 mill,
Fuckin' with cats
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
We da best
[Verse 3: Ray J]
I'm so independent, but the radio play em
Fuck em all night, and hit the streets in the AM
A milli off top if I video tape em
I seen a lot of girls, from LA to Jamaica
Yeahh, And all the girls, they wanna get freaky with me
Yeahh, I'm in the club with a girl? spenchafanece?
Ya my nigga DJ Khaled, girls alone and you know we the best
And we so flawless, It's your boy Ray J gettin that money.
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
We done been around the world,
Seen a lot girls, girls
We started off local,
Now we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
See, we do it for the hood,
Make it understood, we bought that paper
And we global
And baby, we da best (we da best)
We da best (we da best)
They doubted me all my life
Now it's Victory
Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost
I'm willing to risk it I'll take the loss
I put it all on the line
In a hustler's state of mind
Yeah, I'm gonna make history
Just so we can claim victory, victory
Oh, victory, victory, Nasir
Speedboats, three tokes and pass it
Grass lit, hitting slopes in Aspen
No coke, just an oath to stay thorough
Till we're back to ashes
Driven in fly sedans to the MGM Grand
Picture lots of sand, two blondes, implants, remy in hand
We tryin' to tan, deal my cards with an honest hand
A modest man, aware of any kind of scam
Palm trees, magnum Don P's, LV Monograms
Hottest girls flew from Rio
Mohitos, mucho frio, my libido
Sex so strong, without the 'e' though
Hollow threats, we don't see those
Higher death toll whenever we roll
That process is pivotal
My pitiful poverty struck criminals will get at you
Then we lounge at a Spanish style house
Till it all blows over, Dolce Cabanna out
Contemplating, there is no bond with Satan
Say a little prayer for me like Aretha Franklin
For my hustler's, here's some motivation
He who has begun is half done, why you waiting?
I'm too impatient to pray, Too much patience for stress
There's too much paper to rest, fuck around you face death
I know some niggas from Astoria that'll cut your daughter up
Like I used to cut a quarter up
Making all the bucks, banana clips are bought in Georgia
Bucks kill all you fucks, easy
I'll be on the golf cart sleepy, ya'll beneath me
Ya'll be at the pawn shops pawning watches
Obnoxious, can't stop us we shocked 'cause
You say you're killing Pablo? Impossible
Nas says preposterous, bizarre at best
Unfulfilled promises, I feel intelligence is my wealth
However, how enormous is Nas' pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers
See me at the Oscars looking dreamy, Hood opulent
That means esoteric how I wore it
Exoticness, makes you curious to see how serious my closet is
Shareholders want to invest in that Nas stock, it's just
We be on that real shit, luxury four wheel shit
Niggas acting first on some just got a deal shit
Ha, for that victory we will kill shit
Get out the way playboy, this is real shit
Khaled
Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost
I'm willing to risk it I'll take the loss
I put it all on the line
In a hustler's state of mind
Yeah, I'm gonna make history
Just so we can claim victory, victory
Oh victory, victory
Just so we can claim victory
Oh victory, victory yeah
Just so we can claim victory
Work in the kitchen? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
Right
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
With this bud be it khaled
You know that it's a winner
You know I got the yams like a thanksgiving dinner
I'm trappin on ham like a thanksgiving dinner
And bringin a drummer like I'm mr. thansgiving nigga
The game it's switched up
In white winter black
So gimme? hook me up the fact though
Mo money mo ice
I ain't buying no price swear I'm on that one time
They lookin' so nice
These old ladies saying he look like a low life
I'm in the foreign with a foreign makin your wife
Got me a piece of a pie
Now where's your slice.
Work in the kitchen? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
Shawty in lights
Roll another dice
Big money bitch
Cash money life
Flip another chicken
Bought another chicken
Cook another chicken
Fucked her in the kitchen
Pack another meal
Hot up in the feel
Always strapped
Me and khaled in the hill
Diamond close to ice
Fly poppin flights
Uptown solider spit the meal on the watch
And as I proceed to make some more G's
Represent my city
Shoe for bee
Uptown G's
YMC B's
Work in the kitchen? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
Soulja Boy Tell em
10 diamond chains on my neck
I called DJ Khaled because I know we the best? can't never cup another check
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog mutha fucker dead leash
Put your lighters in the sky
Soulja boy tell em
Work in the kitchen? money on my phone
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Gotem goin crazy like I just came home
It's time to hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I stay down from day one so I say
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
One more time
Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas
Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say
(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
Man this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm James Harden
Money counter go burrr, when you sellin' out the Garden
Four car garage, pornstar ménage
Birdman go brrr cause he know this shit retarded
Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed
That's what your ass really call it started from the bottom, yes lord
OVO sound man I'm proud of my niggas,
Knew that we would make it never doubted my niggas
All my bitches love me
If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer then a lot of you niggas
Aye that's luxury dawg, day one niggas man ya'll stuck with me dawg
Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school
Fuck with me dawg, yeah
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I stay down from day one so I say
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
One more time
Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas
Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say
(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
Your bitch all in my photographs, ho niggas got hate for me
Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me
Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame
All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing
Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that's my dress code
All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that's my flesh tho
All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress tho
Smoke good I love life, strip club like erry night
Every night my same niggas day one straight menace (Rozay!)
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I stay down from day one so I say
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
One more time
Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas
Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say
(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
Ugh, I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly
They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me
And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience
I thank God for my homies, I wish we could trade places
Bitch we good-fellas, boy all them niggas with you they just pall bearers
And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast
Young Money, stay young
I been Cash Money since day one
Tunechi
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I stay down from day one so I say
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
One more time
Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas
Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say
(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
It ain't nothin' for me to ball on you
It ain't nothin' for me to spoil you
If I adore you, I'mma give you that theory
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be where the commas will be
But I need a hood nigga with the lawman degree
Get the limited edition, Audemars, it could be
In a pivotal position, gotta pardon the fee
Cause he bought a couple bags and he sent a couple whips
And he took a couple trips, then its dinner and a Myx
And he's never with no other bitch, fronting like he's slick
Cause it's levels to this shit and she could never be Nic
Niggas be fallin' in love with this pussy
Mean stew chicken, and bake him a couple of cookies
Dick on veteran, ain't fucking with rookies
Saw the High School video now he wanna play hookie
Baddest bitch, I'm the catalyst
Ain't never been done, bitch I added this
Nah, I ain't gotta shoot, I got mad assists
'Bout to put a couple pieces on the mannequin
Got a big billboard out in Madison
At the Trump, and you bitches at the Radisson
Got the .22 on me, and it's thin
Shoot movies, Jennifer Aniston
You decide you'll be mine you can come inside
You the type that can make me prioritize
Hittin' my phone, it's alright
Hittin' my phone, it's alright
You reply, what's your sign? You're a Gemini
You deny that you're shy, maybe we should slide?
I wanna be with you, baby
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' purses too easy, payin' bills too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' cars too easy, poppin' bottles too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Everything you do is brand new
Make that bad bitch my shorty, hit the club, throw forty
My hat bent like 'Uhh!', my chain drip like water
Car paint like tar, I'mma sex her harder
Bitch let go my hand gave you the keys as soon as I bought it
Voom, voom, oh yeah, big bank, I'm too real
My money right in them boys you with be dead broke, two years
Checked it, look her, you ain't even know, big deal
On site, act right, I shop hard, pack light
That ho chick gets you no play, all I talk is cocaine
White tee and these rope chains, blow the roof back - Kurt Cobain
Phantom cost like four dollar, flo' seats, hoes holla
Underground with this pimp shit so smoke one for Port Arthur
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' purses too easy, payin' bills too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Ballin' on you too easy, splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' cars too easy, poppin' bottles too easy
I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you
Everything you do is brand new
Suffering From Success
You witnessing greatness.
I'm the best that ever did it
(I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you)
(I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you)
(I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you)
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