I spent more... play smarter, thanks father, hard... flow smooth... artist
Shop in the neighborhood...
Can pack around, tell the king to come for that crown,
... Mike... time...
Separate the world for the... serving... Celine Dion,
... crowd looking over my shoulder,
Her grandma, look... older,
Trouble on my mind...
I never... so I keep it out of the holster,
... she's in a focus,
... of the kitchen... my pictures on...
Rockefeller... even though... it's still trouble on my mind,
Ever since it's...
Rockefeller... even though... it's still trouble on my mind,
Ever since...
Trouble on my mind like... speed the cause of the depth most of the time,
Trouble on my mind like my man... turn in time like... might fit,
Trouble on my mind like... trouble on my mind for my soldier... in the wind,
Trouble on my mind like... finish trouble occur,
... at the past...
... trouble on my mind... on the ground... because I run.
[Chorus:]
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
I got trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
All the time
I got trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble.
Trouble on my mind like pack man and dollars,
Trouble on my mind... in the towers,
Trouble, my work in the double, brother still got a hustle and still life and struggle,
All my friends in the bubble, some serve a couple, some serve in the,..
... in the hell,.. some... and drink it, and become addiction,
As soon as they can't get...
Trouble like... they try to get in the...
And I'm a have a trouble just tryin' to kill to listen,
Gotta be bullshit, no fulfill and you ain't see a trouble to world kick in,
Doors kick in, trouble at companies,.. trouble just tryin to hustle
God bless, yes.
[Chorus:]
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
I got trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
All the time,
I got trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble.
All the time, trouble.
I swear I swear you are
I swear I swear you are
I swear I swear you are
Hey girl
Between the clouds and the moon all I see is my star
... about the space baby see us a Mars
Biggest way the ball when you being the boss
... without seeing the cause
The... but take a vendetta, my paper thin never
Trips to... private beaches
Master sweet, that boy swag elite
Coop's zoning through the traffic, wi fi
... Saturday night live
Chef's amaze while latest I ride
Overseeing the ocean from the shower outside
Guess I get used to my future cause my past done
Can't front, you better than my last one
And I know you seen the... past
You just... in that ass
Baby you are, way better than my last one
Baby you are, fly and not because the fashion
Baby you are, I wouldn't think about passing
You up, cause you are, the star
Told them boys they ain't fly in this man
Over decade of balling
I swear I swear you are
Do it like we do it
I swear I swear you are
Nigs know what it is
I swear I swear you are
Home of the flyest, who's flyer than this
Fly without the... boy
Shit, that you... I can see it cause I be it
I could see it now, wanted to leave when I beat it
I could see the potential I don't know if they see it
I could see why them hating bitches calling you...
You the shit baby, and they ain't gotta believe it
Too much class to argue too cute to let them scar you
Much more than a star yeah you are boo
... I really wanna know who are you?
Favorite position to your favorite colors
I protect my lovers, yeah I stay...
You know how niggers... about they baby mothers
Crazy baby fathers, I know it's baby brothers
I ain't stunting that, stupid nigger ain't nobody telling you to come with that
And... exactly what come with that
... I like her better than my last one
Baby you are, way better than my last one
Baby you are, fly and not because the fashion
Baby you are, I wouldn't think about passing
You up, cause you are, the star
I swear I swear you are,
I swear I swear you are,
I swear I swear you are,
... you ain't a role model,
Tell them hoes... baby
They can't keep up
... she love my ghost
Love me for me that's what I love the most
Gee, I love them all
But I ain't in love
Cause l-o-v-e be the ladies worst...
Baby cure the... to make you mine
... sweetie can't decline
This seem to get addicted
The girlfriend thing turning to mistress
And I ain't getting married no time soon
... I just jump in the room
Working out know they hear me in the other room
Wake up to the pussy fuck her early after noon
... every time she leave
She suck it all out every time she please
Right there prepared every time I need
Might of met my match, my kind of speed
Baby you are, way better than my last one
Baby you are, fly and not because the fashion
Baby you are, I wouldn't think about passing
You up, cause you are, the star
I swear I swear you are
I swear I swear you are
[Freeway]
Yeah...for my street niggas
[Chorus - girl singing (Oschino)]
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves 'caine in the hood (everybody move them things)
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto (to my niggas stay in the ghetto)
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood (too hard, niggas be hatin)
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood (Freeway, Young Gunz)
This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto (Oschino)
[Verse One: Oschino]
Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack
When the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack
All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep
See the Benz like damn, what model is that
Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage
Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave
Fuck gettin the Source Award, or gettin Five Mics
I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike
A roof over her head and some Barbie skates
It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate
I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold
And bitches pop Van X's like birth control
I got bitches on death row, stuck with a cell number
So close to Jesus they got his cell number
The ghetto is trife, this is my life
How many rappers you know been down for murder twice?
[Verse Two: Neef]
Yo what up wit ch'all niggas
What it look like?
Throw it in the pot, see if the shit cook right
We can get it down, see if it bubble white or brown
Take it to the town and break my youngin's down
It's doin good, business is lookin fine
Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29
Youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin 'em nine's
I'm a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time
Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom (what else?)
And I was thinkin like, damn ain't that crazy?
But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby
I'm back home, thrity eight strong, out on my own
Thinkin, get it wit chrome
Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now
And this rap shit be my grind right now (now...now...)
[Chorus: girl singing]
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves Cain in the hood
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto
[Verse Three: Young Chris]
You wanna shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em
You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for him?
Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him
I'm on his head til the Fed's spread chalk for him
That's how we do it dawg, these the last days
Yeah I had my bad days, I been through it ch'all
But I grew back (grew back)
Got my groove back (groove back)
That's how we do in trainin, cockin them two's back
Same dudes namin', givin up news
Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news
It's fucked up what that pressure'll do
And you don't wanna fuck up when they questionin you
Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you
Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you
Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't right to do
Put that dough and get your body viewed
[Verse Four: Freeway]
Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity
That shit that you hear in the ghetto
They don't care in the hood
Cop four twenties and seven thirties
Then niggas disappear from the ghetto
Get snatched from the hood
Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt
Some live in grime, good with the work
Stick up kids get hit with the nine
But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid
Good with the hearst
Some niggas don't even grind
But still make a stack every other night, good with the dice
So it don't even matter, get hungry in the hood
Miss Low is sharp with the platters, good with the rice
And her daughter's just like her
Shootouts, they stash my guns, and I got away good with the knifes
The end of the nights, stash my ones
Cause I'm good with the rocks, the smokers good with pipes
[J. Cole:]
Uhh, what if somebody from the ville that was I'll
Got a deal on the hottest rap label around
But he wasn't talkin bout coke and birds, it was more like spoken wordcan't you see I'm putting it down,
Look this is the Roc bitch,
The new Roc bitch
They had it locked well I just copped a new lock bitch
Look how I hit em up I'm on some Tupac shit
We take it to a higher level two octaves
Cole, nigga I'm vicious with the flow
Don't take no cristal ball to predict that I would blow so quick
Get on your current events
Oh you ain't heard of that quit
No endurance, no insurance
You should be so embarrassed
Nigga you could have signed me
Now you little artist is garbage running behind me so
You wanna drop a man, your litter too much
Now get back to rap you niggas twitter too much
But I keep it hood I could finna Ku Klux
I ain't bitter with you pitiful fuck niggas
Couldn't tie my tennis shoes
Couldn't reach this high if you hit a few blunts
Sound like who, ahh bitches you nuts please
I run circles round these rap urkels
And if he act Hercules then he could smack purple
Relax this is the Roc and guess who stuntin for us
And yeah I run my own show nigga Martin Lawrence
[Young Chris:]
Young Boy outta Philly who was I'll got a deal
On the hottest rap label around
And way before he put together words
Them niggas was selling birds
Guess who puttin it down
This is the Roc trick that old Roc shit
I go tit locked I supply the whole block bitch
Gimme the loot listen to that old BIG shit
And we don't care about no vest's get your wig hit
See that boy vicious on the mic
Flow tighter than a girdle on bitches on a flight
Tight, pray for a bright day visions of a night
Good weed, little liquor pretty bitches get me right
Baby I'm a baller I was born on the March madness
What's the clarity it's a little bit flaw in your carrots
Silly rabbits little bastards nigga all of y'all average
I be the youngest Jackson with the glove I'm the baddest
Get the baddest whore's dime a dozen on tour
Box em out in the paint, d-cousins on boards
Hip hop deserve more for the strength of what we saw
Give an encore for Biggie smalls shakur
Big L and Pun, rest in peace to Pimp
The way they paved the way I could never be content
Give it up to underdog [? ] and the [? ]
And this ones dedicated to the ones appreciated
i see you got me
yeah
i know you ..
dress the piece, dress the piece ..
little finger to my neighbors that .. for the flavors
shot the bitches with the fabors ..before you haters
won't ..before you fix about the ..
the same ..be aware here on the ..shit
.. guess on my guess wait to many enemies
f*ck niggas .. christian ..my mistress
f*ck ..she f*ck up like the ..f*ck up ..on a nice ..
all the p**sy stuck up
come and f*ck up like a switch ..we snuck up
make the car a big ..come on pull the truck up
them nihhas locked up kill my niggas
we ain't stop until they drop..my index ..
nigga.. nigga ....we love ..
no fillin mother f*cker nice town nigga how can i .. on this f*ckin ..
halloween never .. shut the window for the title
keep that ak 47
for my mother f*cker ..takin a ..makin a tour livin the tour
life style the movie kind of ..the movie
..the major but they .. they say i'm stuck in the ..
say i'm stuck in the car ..
come f*ck with the .. keep the .. tall
come and f*ck with the ball nigga stuck when the ..
only f*ck with the stars
first round ..try to get that prayer
you know the rule say she .. gotta get that ..
fillin nigga only pretty ..
..special .. nigga fast
shot up to my nigga ..f*ck with the trash
only ..when this bottle ..
baby please don't live a trip don't ..
get a law let's go f*ck up this block money at the mall
f*ck what you talk shit ..
don't make me like you don't know more
[Intro - YC:]
What U Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
He Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
We Got (Racks On Racks On Raaaaacks) Leh Go
I Got (I Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
She Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
They Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
[Verse 1 - YC:]
Gotta Car Lot In My Garage,
Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars
Im Geeked Up Off Dem Bars,
Gotta Car I Aint Even Gotta Park
No Key Push Button To Start,
She Aint A Dime I Won't Get Hard
Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card,
Say Ima Dogg But I Dnt Even Bark
Got Em Biting This Swag Like Sharks,
When I Hit It Ima Knock It Out The Park
Trap Beat So God Damn Hard,
Got Kush Got Lean Got Bar
That Remix Hard To Scale,
Got Bricks Dnt Need No Scale
Im Plugged In With The Mayor,
Im Part Of The Cartel
That ReRock Aint No Clean,
62 Hundred For A Neen
Said Fuck It All Up On Jeans,
Ima True Religion Phein
Got Bands In The Pockets Of My Jeans,
Need A Kickstand Way I Lean
Promethazine Phein, Styrofoam,
Sprite And Lean
[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
[Verse 2 - Future:]
No Choice By Force I Sport,
To Go And Cop Sum Ice
Designer On My Mojo,
I Live In The Spotlight
Real Street Nigga Aint No Flaw,
Yung Future Gotta Keep Dat Raw
My Swag I Gave To You Niggas,
Ima Need Me A Round Of Applause
Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO
Gotta 100 Dollars Worth Of Clothes,
Im Froze (Im Froze) Im Cold
I Keep Me A Big Bank Roll,
I Aint Tricking Off On These Hoes
These Hoes Bringing Me They Soul,
I Will Never Sell My Soul
Cash Out On All These Cars,
These Foreign (Foreign) Broads
Gotta Nigga Living In The Stars,
Im On My Way To Mars
Got Keyshia, Pam And Nicki,
They All Wanna Do A Minaj
A.1., Free Band, Free Vans,
We Aint Never Gotta Got Dam Flarge
[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
[Verse 3 - YC:]
Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks,
I Stay Counting Them Stacks
Dem Girls Want Leave Me Lone,
One Fuck Now She Attaaaatched
Flow Hot Don't Need No Match,
Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax
Im Turned Up To The Maxx,
Don't Even Know How To Relaaaax
I Drink So Much Damn Lean,
Had To Wake Up On A Bean
Got Racks Off In My Jeans,
Man Busting Out The Sceeeene
Got Kush All In My Lungs,
Get High Like Ching-Ching Chong
Eight-Hundred A Zone,
Ain't Blowing It Less It's Strooong
She Hate On My iPhone,
Catch Mine And Then Im Gone
This Girl Want Leave Me Lone,
I Can Not Take Her Hoooome
Im Gone Off Them Bars,
Bitch Im Not A Star
Im Driving Foreign Cars,
Strapped Up No Bodyguuaaaard
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
[Hook:]
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
215 North Philly reside
Newest print on my lense
Five percent on my ride
King of Prussia keep me fresher
Got my Polos on
Let my cargos lay
With out the logos on
Hat low red fitted white P that's me
It's the act Nicholas one young EST
Gangster like Schoolly D
No fraudin in here
It's the Fresh Prince of the city
No Carlton in here
Soul Child of the music it's the home of the Roots
Living live like it's golden bumping Jill in the coupe
Head shots we run the streets on that DVD shit
And the bitches ride ruff on that Eve shit Yeah
[Hook:]
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
I put on here
Got the baddest jawns here
Can't be caught up though
These girls be drawin here
They be on that Philly shit
Fresh up out the dealership
Platinum in a week nigga I be on that Milly shit
I be on that Philly shit
Way before the fame hoe
I was on that Billy shit
Fully loaded milly clip
I be in the club where they play that Meek Milly shit
I be on my trendsetters shit no Aphilliates
I be on that Fly shit
Ya'll be on that high shit
I be on that South Street
Party like it's south beach
I be in Onyx in my bag with the models
Or catch me at Delilah's with a bag full of dollars
[Hook:]
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
PA side From the PHI
You on the witness protection You on the DA side
Nicetown get down
You know EA ride
76 to the Doc to the eway ride
Take a ride with your boy through the North of Death
Young legend baby chasing down more success
Get my hands on some plaques and see how many we can really get
Pardon the slick tongue poppin big willy shit
[Hook:]
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
That North West Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be I be on that Philly shit
I be on that Philly
I be on that Philly shit
It's South Philly
Oh, say you like it freaky,
I lay your body down right there!
I swear I'm talking about, yeah!
You're making the [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
But I really wanna hear is you say
Ooh aah, ooh aah!
I won't stop until I hear that ooh aah sound!
You can keep me on [?]
Rose on the [?] I'm a kill that pussy, call me oj on the run!
Hell, I'm a do my [?]
Yeah, she [?] kicki, that she wanna meet me,
First he get on top of she, riding like she's sissi!
So down, baby, easy!
Like [?] she wants sissi, so I bet she may like her [?] artist say no [?]
That boy [?] hoping like [?]
Plus she's running like fiji,
I'm hungry, baby come feed me!
[Chorus:]
Say you like it freaky,
(Lay your body down right there!)
I swear I'm talking about
(You're making the clichés,)
Yeah, yeah!
(All I really wanna hear!)
Would you say that?
(Would you say)
Ooh aah, ooh aah!
I won't stop until I hear that ooh aah sound!
Would you say that?
Ooh aah, ooh aah!
[?] she know, we can keep it.
Best [?] new places, champagne,
Few cases, his or hers, different furs, [?]
Yeah I like your style I was a bachelor,
Now I'm [?] thinking she can make her child!
Drop my temper, afraid to win, lead or lose [?]
Substitution I'm filling in, I've got the pussies coop,
I just roll them in!
My [?] make it easy, but I love it when she tease me,
I dig upon her deeply, when I'm done, I leave her sleepy!
Play that, play that, oh, oh, oh!
Damn, baby this is so good, I think I'll even stay down!
[Chorus:]
Oh, say you like it freaky,
I lay your body down right there!
I swear I'm talking about, yeah!
You're making the [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
But I really wanna hear is you say
Ooh aah, ooh aah!
I won't stop until I hear that ooh aah sound!
You can keep me on [?]
Take off your clothes, girl, I'm a keep you warm,
I'm slamming the door, oh, to watch you before, baby!
You're making it easy, but ain't easy,
Baby, you just know how mean I am!
Lay back while you please me,
You like it freaky, I promise I won't tell your man, oh!
You got it, I like it just like that,
I'll make you come right back!
You ain't never came like that!
You're the type of lady I want,
I'm the type of player you need,
Harass me, then bless me, she likes to stay on [?]
[Chorus:]
Oh, say you like it freaky,
I lay your body down right there!
I swear I'm talking about, yeah!
You're making the [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
But I really wanna hear is you say
Ooh aah, ooh aah!
I won't stop until I hear that ooh aah sound!
Come on sweetie, I know the game
Since a teen I was raised by a [?] tank
If you can't respect that it's when you know you changed
Haters throwing shots I don't feel shit, novacane
[?] is the pistol you'll be broken till you kidding
Face double backing overdose when it's the hit it
Tell the cane I got a match to came up young [?] the gutter
[?] my mother give a fuck about the fashion said fuck 9 to 5
Hustle to get fly tell it [?] leave nigger just to get by
Out all night nigger just to get a side
Young man's game this old lames is child
Thought he was over division one surprise
Motherfuckers left me but damn I'm alive
Flying kept my shot is my had low disguise
Bring em up to the penthouse deep so high
I think I started something, I got what I wanted
It didn't not came, can't feel nothing
[?] even when I'm fucking, viagra hopping
Every single record, auto tuning, zero emotion
You did emotion, bitch corrected, computing, emotion
Aha, I [?] on the model broad with the hollywood smile
Aw, stripper booty and [?] like wow
Brain like berkley [?] I went to see [?] she went to see
[?] perfect, I took a seat on a ice cold [?] she handed me a ice blue [?], whatever
She said she wanna be a [?] really bad, she's in school [?] born in the fact
At least she working
But girl I can't feel my face
What are we smoking anyway?
She said don't let the high go to waste
But can you taste, a little taste, novacane baby, baby
Novacane baby, I want you
Fuck me good fuck me long, fuck me numb
Love me now, when I'm gone, love me none
Love me none, love me none, love me none, numb numb numb numb
Sink full of dishes, paste in the kitchen
Cocaine for breakfast, yaikes
Bed full of women, flip on the tripod
Little red light on shooting
I'm feeling like stanley kubrick
This is a vision every shit
They trying to feel pleasure with my eyes wide shut
Whether keeps all moving
I blame it on the model broad with the hollywood smile
Stripper booty with a wreck like wow
Lover, forget ya, you put me on a feeling I never had, never had, never had
And ever since [?], been trying to get it back, to pick it up and put it back
Now I'm something like the chemist on chem
But there's no drug around, my life what I found you, you, you
I still can't feel my face, what are we smoking anyway?
She said don't let the high go to waste
But can you taste, a little taste, novacane baby, baby
Novacane baby, I want you
Fuck me good fuck me long, fuck me numb
Love me now, when I'm gone, love me none
Love me none, love me none, love me none, numb numb numb numb
Novacane, novacane, novacane, novacane, novacane, novacane
Numb the pain, bumn the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
Novacane, novacane, novacane, novacane, novacane, novacane
For the pain, for the pain, for the pain
Novacane, novacane, whoa ah, whoa ah, oh ah, oh, oh
Pretty girls above with me, making pretty love to me pretty
Pity, pity, all the pretty girls in love with me making pretty love to me, pretty, pity, pity
I can't feel the pain, I can't feel the pain, I can't feel the pain
Can't feel the pain, can't feel, feel, feel, feel the
I can't feel feel feel the
Novacane, novacane, I can't feel the
Novacane for the pain for the pain for the pain, I can't feel the, feel the, feel the
This folks flying up in the air, I ain't bought this hard in a minute
I spent a lot of money this year, gonna be a lot more when we finish
A lot of ice, a lot of juice, champagne lot of booze
The girls are chose, that's cool but none of them is you
Trained the bus, playing the trust, living a life to the fame's up
Yeah, god damn live in a movie
Hover boys can't fit in my Louie
... paper bottle with Louie
Saving every city and every motto of...
They all wanna sit at the table get a drink
I don't know what they think they will never get to the bank
Now the slow to my leg, yeah
Hurt... that they all wanna...
Well they changed how the home be
I can't let you be in my world, it's right after yo alls back to me and my girl
Never get what you caught, came who it is never get in your spot
Stick to the plan, take a little ride and I switched to the top
Chain tripping along I don't forget what I got, he lo
This folks flying up in the air, I ain't bought this hard in a minute
I spent a lot of money this year, gonna be a lot more when we finish
A lot of ice, a lot of juice, champagne lot of booze
The girls are chose, that's cool but none of them is you
... shows in the whose when there's nowhere to go
Cast money low, fast money slow,
I got her love, kissing and hugs meaning so much more than these bitches in the club
This is love, let's get married, hard to leave,.. to marry
All I need, Chris and... hard to breath, no air just lost my breeze
We're in the air, parked the V's
Shorty locked me down and tossed the keys
Last man was winning he lost the lead
Fuck her she got the brush a cup of tea
Right back to living my life
Long as you don't take away from me give them my wife
Home away, after dark, come and get us in the light
And there's much more patience when you're living by the night, work with me
This folks flying up in the air, I ain't bought this hard in a minute
I spent a lot of money this year, gonna be a lot more when we finish
A lot of ice, a lot of juice, champagne lot of booze
The girls are chose, that's cool but none of them is you
Oh I need you, oh
Nothing like you, oh you should see the pain, they don't stand the chance
Because you know you're the one now and hope to
To get back in love and baby can you
Can you even imagine you're not there
... and when I'm at your door, you know I'm waiting right here, oh
... to turn up...
This folks flying up in the air, I ain't bought this hard in a minute
I spent a lot of money this year, gonna be a lot more when we finish
A lot of ice, a lot of juice, champagne lot of booze
I gotta get you outta my head
And in my bed, baby
[Hook: JJ Daniels]
Make your way into the crib
Don't be shy, there's no one here
Follow me into a room
Ain't no telling what we'll do
Just me and you
Ain't no telling what we'll do
[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Just you and I
Apple jack, new jack, g money style
Got a stone in her wrist worth 20 thou
Yeah, cb, I chuck the deuces
Til my next, we're never loving the deuces
I was blessed with a young thing
Met me in the city
I'll keep it secret if you let me in your vickie's
Just you and I here, ain't no eyes here
Everything private til we fly lear
Shake that ass in the mirror
Going to the club, tight-fitting dress
Time to come up out of that...
Like the way it's fitting like the bed when it's soft
You gonna love the way I'm hitting, ah!
[Hook; JJ Daniels]
Make your way into the crib
Don't be shy, there's no one here
Follow me into a room
Ain't no telling what we'll do
Just me and you
Ain't no telling what we'll do
[Verse 2: Young Chris]
Kevin mcallister, no one here
Go with a higher caliber, they nowhere near
Get it poppin in there
Throw em all over like a cop in the rear
Have em locked in the bed
Yeah, skipping the kissing, kissing
Your kitten. switching positions
Stick the key in ignition
And she ride until she run out of gas
And she a spurter, so literally
She cumming out fast
Put my palm on that ass, turn that
Waist back around. before I come she
Turn her face back around
Say I tell that her lay down
Open your thighs, til that boy go
I know, I know, I know!
I know, I know, I know!
I know, I know, I know!
I know, I know, I know!
Officially I know...
I saw my... cause I know,
What you gonna... cause I know,..
I know, I know, I know!
I know, I know, I know!
I know, I know, I know!
I know, I know, I know!
I'm fresh as hell I know,
Got kush in my pockets I know,
Ice on my shirts I know
Horseshoes on my pockets I know,
Got racks in my jeans I know
Got a campaign yea I know
Your girl wanna smash I know
She a bad bitch yeah I know
Horseshoes on her pockets I know
Keep a bag on her arm I know
All my bitches Oughta Know
I know [x12]
Boy it ain't black ice I know
40 grand on my neck I know
Big rocks in my watch I know
Buy every pair of trues in the store
Louis, Gucci, Bally, got every air I know
That coupe don't make no sense
It ain't got no brain no more
That girl ain't your no more
Lookin' for a couple racks I know
Got every Louis bag
Yeah, I bought 'em yeah I know
She like to call her friends and brag
What you think I did it fo'?
I know, I know, yeah I let her know!
I'm fresh as hell I know
Got kush in my pockets I know
Ice on my shirt I know
Horseshoes on my pockets I know
Got lean in my cup I know
Got racks in my jeans I know
Got a campaign yeah yeah I know
Your girl wanna smash I know
Horseshoes on her pockets I know
Keep a bag on her arm I know
All my bitches Oughta Know
I know [x12]
I'm fresh as hell I know
Got kush in my pockets I know
Ice on my shirt I know
Horseshoes on my pockets I know
Got lean in my cup I know
Got racks in my jeans I know
Got a campaign yeah yeah I know
Your girl wanna smash I know
Horseshoes on her pockets I know
Keep a bag on her arm I know
All my bitches Oughta Know
I know [x12]
I'm fly as fuck I know
Blew the brains on my bass I know
Rocks trues or robins
Girl you already know
That girl don't wanna smash
Well girl you gotta go
Get the fuck outta here
And don't you call my phone no more (don't call)
All I hit is dimes
Get spins all the time
I'm on so many drugs
Done loss my God damn mind
800 on the kicks
400 on the jeans
That's a stack gone bitch
Money ain't a thing
I'm fresh as hell I know
Got kush in my pockets I know
Ice on my shirt I know
Horseshoes on my pockets I know
Got lean in my cup I know
Got racks in my jeans I know
Got a campaign yeah yeah I know
Your girl wanna smash I know
Horseshoes on her pockets I know
Keep a bag on her arm I know
All my bitches Oughta Know
[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
Hot shyt, hot shyt, come and get it, come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it, I don't know what the fuck to do with it
I wrote it down, took it to the studio and spit it
I tried to knock it in the game, a soccer, they ain't kick it
I twist it up in the dutch, mental lit it and hit it
My girl won't lick it, my moms won't cook it
The cops won't book it, my squad ain't with it
I shot a point black where the cage is still live in
I try to take it to Jamal and pray that they'll send us
Playa plies won't rip it, icepicks won't pick it
I took it to Jigga, he couldn't do nuttin with it
I threw it in the river, motherfuckers started swimmin
I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip
Who the fuck gon' buy it? The Roc won't drop it
Maybe if I put up "For Sale" sign, somebody cop it
State penitentiary cellblocks can't lock it
Hot shyt, bitch, DJ Screw can't +Chop+ it
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Uh! Come and get it, who want it I got it I'm runnin with it
I brung it from Philly Philly where the crimes get committed
Them rhymes is terrific, beyond scientific
I took it up in a gym, nobody couldn't lift it
Where the hell I'm 'gon send it? Will people 'gon dig it?
I took it to Rich he said it's somethin wrong with it
He took ut to? uestlove, he on the phone with it
He took it to Pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence
Who the fuck 'gon touch it? If Snoop won't puff it?
The streets don't love it, your peeps won't plug it
I took it to Jigga he said it wasn't in the budget
We took it to Jazzy Jeff, the brother couldn't cut it
I wonder who 'gon knock it, the world 'gon rock it
The squad 'gon pop it, your girl 'gon jock it
I lost my wallet, glad I had it in my pocket
When I'm up in the party, come and see me get retarded HOT!
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
[Verse 3: Tuphace]
Yo, come and get it, I admit it, I spit it kinda diff-er-ent
They, try to put me in the box, I wouldn't fit in it
Coke - wasn't shippin it, dro - wasn't hittin it
But flippin them downloads and folks stay clickin it
Labels won't push it, T-Pain won't hook it
[? ] campaign, straight George Bush it
Showed it to John McCain, said it wasn't crooked
Opened the champagne when Obama ran and took it
The kids won't heat it, the blogs gon' delete it
I sent it to L.A., the nigga couldn't +Reid+ it
I gave it to MJ and my homie couldn't +Beat It+ (Hee-hee!)
I showed it to Stevie and he said he couldn't see it
Where the hell I'm gon' spread it? My city don't get it
The radio gon' edit, the journalists won't sweat it
Dig it, I don't give a SHIT about a critic
I'm young, fresh, and gifted and I spit it how I live it
Come and get it!
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
[Verse 4: Young Chris]
Uh! My pops wouldn't raise it, Just won't +Blaze+ it
Judge wouldn't free it, Charles couldn't see it
And even if they had the horiscope they couldn't read it
He took it upon his self since Def Jam won't release it
Said the artist couldn't paint it, a poet couldn't speak it
Bullet couldn't seek it bad karma couldn't reap it
Said the farmer couldn't grow it, the cleaners couldn't sew it
Johnny Depp couldn't +Blow+ it, B.E.T. wouldn't show it
Said the law couldn't cuff it, my lungs wouldn't puff it
Tone couldn't +touch+ it even the phone couldn't crush it
Said a holster couldn't tuck it Superhead can't suck it
It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest
Said the barber couldn't cut it, rain couldn't flood it
McCain can't beat us so Barack had to lead us
It's the Roc motherfuckers, G-shots, undefeated
This flow is so insane T-Wayne Couldn't Believe it
MOTHERFUCKERS!
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
[Verse 5: Wale]
(Kill it!) Okay, Peedi said kill it, euthanasia's in the building
And Wale been on his business since Gang of Six kill it
The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building
A leader to my people, niggas hate it just a smidget
The city can't stop it, no keys gon' lock it
Believe I been popular, the freaks who been pockin
The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop
And name another new nigga with a sicker Twitter follow
And the politics are part of it, the radio ain't on it
Promoters say that most of them are 'fraid of my performance
I'm flawless with the spittin, the rappers don't live it
My [? ] lenses. my infrared sixes
My infrared maxes and I ain't even matchin
So gonna bring the bitches, and Peedi bring the Backwoods
And I'm a get some action, who said I won't do it?
I'm a take you out the game, you +Mutombo+ to it
Muthafucka!
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt
Just say the world can't [?]
Just say nobody to custody the [?]
[?] take it to the [?] in the [?], tryin' to push to this push [?]
He always out in the [?] gotta breath
Shawty always in the house he never let to leave
Got a [?] stressing that his young age, [?]
Can't pay, get it the best way, I ain't mad,
I ain't [?], I ain't [?], couple niggas [?] but I ain't smash
Damn [?] take a [?] without a [?] is the game
Tryin' to [?] is the chain and I can't even play is mu hustle
Got a [?] in the tableand I just say
[Chorus:]
Hey girl well I'm lost in the world [?] the diamonds or pearls,
So said just young girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls.
She's just a young girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls
You don't wanna be a lost girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls, pearls.
I know you 're claiming that I love you
But that's just to fuck you
Once you get [?] you [?] I know you,
So don't be listen to the [?] they 're gonna sell you,
You have a kid and they [?] they gonna tell you,
Have a sex without a [?] mother, and till the end of the day
Show you they wanna suffer, keep shop [?] in this fucked up world
[Chorus:]
Hey girl well I'm lost in the world [?] the diamonds or pearls,
So said just young girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls.
She's just a young girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls
You don't wanna be a lost girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls, pearls.
That's a shame when you call it the [?]
And that's the only way to get your change
You're the [?] in the hustle [?] pain,
When the good girl [?] to change
You got to make sex five days [?] but girl [?]
[?] money ain't right [?] end up the whole damn [?]
[Chorus:]
Hey girl well I'm lost in the world [?] the diamonds or pearls,
So said just young girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls.
She's just a young girl [?] lost of the world [?] diamonds or pearls
Hook:
F-ck couches, I'm standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf-cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I'm getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
I'm getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
Go hard money.
Turn the lights off, can we go hard
Show without a flow?
Bottles by the bar, models is by the car
American Express, ? to the deafs
I'm all about my money bitch,
I'm married to success.
Hundred carats on my neck, and none them would be better
Tell Debbie she left them.
Girls, we gonna arrest them, hit them
Split them, maybe forget them
Never love them, fuck 'em, tuck 'em
Won't catch me with 'em.
Do some for the catch, hundred cash for the princess
Double? couple year for the lenses.
Tell 'em I make clean, pass for the chains
And a? all mens, like is married to the fees.
Me, Terry yo I ball fag
You beez under the sleevez make the dog tag
And I squeeze this debt? get your dog tag.
Picture one in this motherf-cker.
Hook:
F-ck couches, I'm standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf-cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I'm getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
I'm getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
Go hard money.
Turn the lights off,
Get 'em cozy baby, turn them rozy baby
Get your money in robe before them nozy ladies
The flows be crazy, the hoes pursuade me
And the words are next, the boys calls it wavy.
?for the breeze, watch for the black star
Sure they ain't f-cking? bitches bad car.
We gon' tag the planet, tell 'em Chris is back up
All I got is my grand kids!
Bitch I'm the bad pawn, the clean is the fly to coolest
Got them stitch spinning like ice mixed with the soda.
Chopper in the park, we remove the tops
Got them hopped up in the truck, bitches flying to the spot,
Pushing to the? like them cops was on the top
That before? niggers, this is why I'm
Haters they tryna block. Won't let nigger winning
Bout the murder motherf-ckers, they ain't get it?
Hook:
F-ck couches, I'm standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf-cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I'm getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
I'm getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
Go hard money.
Go hard money (repeats)
I'm balls, bitch Hugo
Them ladies, might be new to you though.
This what I do bro, we bring the coop tho.
[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Check one, check two
Show them what the Tech do
Any nigga achoo
A Smith & Wesson'll bless you
Gunner still standing tall
Don't know what the rest do
Aim above the neck, so we don't care about what the vest do
22, 25, 38 special
40 caliber, 45, 50's to wet you
With a note for death too
Brought up in the pain
Don't get caught up in the rain
And sleep in death before they arrest you
All black everything
The skies, nigga guess who
Young D. Jackson on the fly, nigga catch who?
F you bitch ass niggas that's on my shit list
Big tips to help you niggas out on your fitness
First 48
Make sure you never forget this
If you catch him and beat him
Gotta make sure you bury the witness
Haters I'm shittin' on
Get my Blake Griffin on
Get the clippin' on
Any nigga be ready to flip the strong
Glock 23 like Mike
I put the Pippen on
33 extent, I'm retarded with it, I'm spittin' on
Niggas out the kit is who diggin' their cemetary
I'm a play a bitch for life
Might have been in the bitch you married
Young rich hustler
Millionaire in due time
Cam Newton in Auburn
Kemba Walker in Uconn
Sit them niggas down
We stretch them out; futon's
Bullets in their big ass heads; Jimmy Neutrons
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
2 G's on my new sleeves
Paper scenting the new breeze
Smells like money and blue crees
Don't bomb on my true speed
Feel the Malibu breeze
Bad bitches in cool keys
Way to cool to be booed up
Louis'ed down to the shoe strings
One of the very few kings
A Smith & Wesson burn
There's no tellin' where added 2's graze
30k on my mood ring
Dirty play how we do things
Burn your way with the blue flames
"Hood drain" on your Boolean
Who scared the crazy out ya, are you sane?
It's getting easier
Birdie flipped to the media
Money's the only medicine
Medicine, or we're leavin' ya
Lost homies to ballin'
I'm shittin' on you in front of all them
Been in hell and back up
Strapped up, now here's your order
Money change weather, big bills make it feel like it's pourin'
Thunderin' hail stormin' on them first thing in the mornin'
More than likely hella icey
I shift on niggas that wanna knife me
Try and strike me
Come right off your Nike
Poverty don't play games
Ain't no bullies, just bang bang
Went to Philly and same thing
Keep a milli and maintain
Shh, not in my character
Huh, a wonderful marriage
I'm hooked, but I ain't mad at you
Look, finally established the crook
Took what I needed, fuck playin about a Brooklyn speed
Chuck beat it
Exotic readin' and hollow heated
You can keep the love, my heart don't need it
Made it out the bottom, hardest part completed
Choose cards, odds and evens
check one, check two, showing that the text do
any nigger have shoes sniff a and bless you
gonna still stand and talk, don't know what the rest do
aim above the next so we don't care what the west do
22, 25, 38 special, 40 caliber, 44, 50 you, forget you
put up in the cane, don't get caught up in the rain
you see for death they arrest you
cold blood caravans, disguise nigger guess who
young d texting on the fly nigger catch you
f you, bitch ass niggers there's so much shitless,
to help you niggers solve all your fitness
first 48 make sure you never forget this
catching the appeal gotta make sure you bury the witness
haters i'm shitting all, get my all, get the clipping all
be ready to .. the straw, glock 23 like mac i put the pimping on
32 extended retarded with it i'm spitting all
niggers after kill us we digging their cemetery
i'ma play it bitch for life might have been in the obituary
grand rich hustler, millionaire i can't came on walker yucons
sit them niggers down, we stretch them out
bullets in their big ass heads, neutrons
on my loose sleeves, senator
money and blue don't bomb on my true speed
feeling malibu breeze bad bitches and cookies
wait too cooler be booby down to the shoe strings one of the few kings
where there's no telling whatever brings
30k on my mood ring, 30 play how we do things, burn new ways with the blue flames
who trained on your lane, come steal a crazy out till you sang
it's getting easy, i flipped in the media, money's the only medicine
medicine all we needing it, laws only to bore, i'm shitting on you for autumn
been to hell and back up, here's your morning money, chance weather, big bills
you can feel like it's pouring, thunder and hell storming on the first thing in the morning
morning might be hella icey, i should niggers that wanna knife me
trying to strike me don't play games, no religion campaign, we should be feeling the same thing
you get nothing you maintain, not in my wonderful marriage, i'm hooked but i ain't mad at you
look, establish the crooks what i needed for playing about the books
decided that we hollow in here, you can keep the love my heart don't need it
Hello Ladies
Omillio Sparks
Oschino Vasquez
Uh - Hunh
Mommy Do you want me?
[Hook]
Mami do you want me?
Cause I done grew feelings for you boo
I see what you go through
I'm going through the same things too
[Sparks]
In the beginning basic, live for the moment
Fuck it, swinging on the weekend
Elto and drinking, kickin
Relationship platonic
Meanwhile the time flying
I think I'm getting caught up in feelings
I ask myself Sparks what is you doin?
You drawin, You don't even know her
And already you Carl Thomas ‘Emotional'
What is it? The twat or the back massages?
This I, like you shit, got real confusing
I ran to my homies for answers, but they just say fuck it
But every time I turn around they trying to fuck you
Uncle Lano told me let you go (let her go)
But my conscience said NO, I think I got something here
She finish school and working on her career
[Hook]
Mommy do you want me?
Cause I then grew from
I see what you go
I'm going through the same things too
Mommy do you want me?
Cause I then grew from
I see what you go
I'm going through the same things too
[Oschino]
Met you on a ski trip
Just wanted to skeet quick
I think we was dancing to uhhh Fiesta Remix
You had ya ice and ya Louie Vuitton bucket on
But I was anxious to see you with nothing on
Ya skin was smoother than The Isley Brothers
I had rubbers, plus my pockets was filled with the Franklin Brothers
We had sex once, we had sex twice
Before I knew it we was smuttin every night
You was too fly for Lerners
Plus my dick fit perfect in ya wet, bushy, hot fur burger
My niggas said I'm open, they say I'm wrong
But they ain't see how ya ass just swallow a thong
Teeth straight like drug money
She had her own money
She had a son, he was fly he used to love money
She drink red Ali', I drink straight Belvy
Now she love when I come home so she can straight nail me
[Hook]
Mommy do you want me?
Cause I then grew from
I see what you go
I'm going through the same things too
Mommy do you want me?
Cause I then grew from
I see what you go
I'm going through the same things too
[Young Chris]
Holla at me Mommi
Excuse me miss
What's ya name? Where ya from?
How can I cum?
Possibly can take you out tonight?
I got friends with me
Bottle of Belvy in the Benz with me
Come to condo get it in with me
And tell ya friends that you been with me
Cause time the only thing you can spend with me
I tell her trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Chris do
Got a lot of girls but be good if I get you
Have the hood rats against you now
That's all I need is a mommy with potential
Know how to roll the trees up for Papi
Overseas trips to Papi
Type bitch I let count the cheese up without me
Yea show her to the family
and if everybody feeling you, then boo we can grow into a family
Holla
[Hook]
Mommy do you want me?
Cause I then grew from
I see what you go
I'm going through the same things too
Mommy do you want me?
Cause I then grew from
I see what you go
A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie
Rest in peace to you faggots that ain't standing behind me
Banana clips for you monkey, n-ggers that try to bomb me
Ya got a problem, bring Rico, he came to find me
We don't f-ck with Tommy's, only the ones for the hommies
Got the whole hood on sour diesel and (?), now it's hard to find me
At Puerto Rico with some mammies heatting bags, reminiscing the L.A. and the Bonnie,
Take it back they gave my n-gger life without parole, he didn't stay
I can't spend night without the hoes
F-ckers, what the f-ck are we discussing?
Beat them till they puss, you p-ssy tell us repercussion
Hollows to the vest's, thick tips through fleshes
Life shorter than websters, hot heads I wet you
Young heffers, f-ckers had a line making chedder
While ya'll was out f-cking with double ups, Mason Betha
It's the latest Hefner
Purple label keep me fresher, way better texture
Bitch out of line, you better check her, boy don't let me catch ya
She aint been around this thorough sh-t, cause you ain't gotta question
no guessing who's giving your girl dick
Earl Shank, OG, rode around the World with
media circle f-ck all you bitches on that girl sh-t
While n-ggers look mad and my pac bag
N-ggers better keep up with that block tag
Rest in peace to the young n-ggers that got tagged
Shout to all the mammas that's lost cause we ain't got dads, fags
Get off that Beanie Sigel Jay beef, mobile vans out n-gger, this operation safe street
Flawless stones up in the sentence division rapping
Biggest weapons, smallest pistol 357's send them pricks to heaven
Raise hell all you bitches Nobel,
F-ck it, we go to jail, pay the visit, this is how we live it
Buy the clothes, we by the code, leave them bodies cold
No discrimination, body hoes, everybody knows
We play that big body rose, black trucks when we lift the mags up
Adios, can't deny the flows
It been a minute with this rhyming,
I knew this sh-t'll happen, but this rapping sh-t is timing
I'm on my Philly shit, back up the chart you see me climbing
That boy division one, but n-ggers still throw up the Diamonds
Shout out Jay Cole, Whattup Hov?
Bleek, Rico, division one n-ggas
Yeah, wattup n-gger?
[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Criminal background, State Prop's back now
Lookin' for a squad like ours, picture that clown
Difference in them verses what we talk we live it too
They just beats and hooks far from lyrical
Just a lil' piece of mind I thought I'd share with you
They don't really care for you
Be a lil' careful, you
Might think you sharin' ya shit
And the weirdest shit
Then next time you hear his shit
You hearin' you
That just let's me know I'm gift with the lyrics too
While I don't take it personal
Reverse em' when they share with you
Keep her near you, unless you sharin'
Cuz I party mines
Sippin' on my name while you lames drinks Bacardi lime
I'm takin' brains for the game when it's party time
Thinkin' you here to hang with the gang?
Well I'm sorry ma
Go ahead ma, keep ya ol' man Chris
Not Ronnie, ain't no old man shit
Plus you know this
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
Criminals grindin', you hear us rhymin'
But at the same time nines is in alignment
State Prop, a problem try to hide ya diamonds
As if Peedi and them Youngins won't find em
As if B. Sig and Freeweez ain't behind em
Omilio Sparks and Oschin, perfect timin'
We criminal background, we back now
So lemme see ya motherfuckin' diamonds, diamonds..
[Verse 2: Peedi Crakk]
Now...
Know Crakk pick up on em bitches like Chevys
Got my Avalanche tinted, know who in it P and Lezzy (P and Lezzy)
Blowin',???? then he passed it to Haniffy
Tell me Crakk is off his grindin'
I'm in the heaviest weight class ho
C.R.E.A.M's say blast
Got a camera in my bathroom lookin' at ya ass
Know my whirl-a-frame playin' too bout to break fast
Get a half, while my nigga Tommy Buttas do the math (do the math)
It's like a capsule, you can see it from the past
From the way they call me Crakk, from upstate I'm countin' cash
From Montgomery's ass
I might blast you, look at my lap, I'm in the cash rule
The girls feel so good, but the brain is not ready, I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman, cuz their mind is so steady, now here we go
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Chris]
I undastand that the ROC a crowded family
But I gotta lotta family
And I'm one of the hottest
I know the fans runnin' to cop us
Will need that jam that have Def Jam want em to drop us
Can't none of them stop us, one in the top plus
Ya don't really live it ya'll runnin' the blockbust
They get it from the flicks (watchin' too many movies)
Now watch them cameras
If they don't get it from a snitch, they get it from the flicks
I limit on these chicks, and kinda when I get head
Ever since they told me you could get it from the lips
I never hadda pops, I can get it from some shit
Used to get it on the strip, or they get it from the clips
[Chorus]
[Outro: Young Chris]
Young C!.....P.C.!
Chad West, yous a problem!
Brian Crest, holla at ya boy!!
My nigga P!
Neef Buck, Face Dolla
Sigel, Free, O and Sparks
It's our summer
Should retaliate, hey, who can check me
Shout out to the chicks that left me you should have kept me
[?] the bunch of [?] I get them hit like dinero you come and test me
Having a threesome with my chicks, [?] quit
Don't worry about where I get it from know I get it done
They still asking about rock tell them division one
Domination, dedication and celebration
Tell the rats we exterminating the smell of hating
Light the candles in the cake, [?] blow it out
Way nothing like I'm type boy [?] out
Celeb status [?] showing out
Know that red carpet rolling out if we going out
Homie might of take you far but he never off
Never lay on time trip [?]
Holler hard till you hit them then they tell a guard
Then they stay away from the yard try to build a charge
Soon will drop below still kill them bars smoking out the hotel
Let them kill the chart
Homicide outside there's no [?] block money and rap money
There's know we getting to it
Some dudes is fake, can't [?] roll with a winner, she can't refuse us
Yeah them [?] got guns but scared to use it
Why the [?] and scared to move it
Every member of the family when they body all
Get boy get with me, a body guard
Fill up the nana, nana fill up the body
In case any visitors I will up the shotty
Dig a deep tish for this [?] we don't know that
[?] you all know them, me neither
Why self swagger, why 3 sneaker
Had a bad chick from overseas named anika
Know I should have kept her, said she was a keeper
Shout out to the divas got a shawty name geneva
Keep it 3.57 6 shots like a beeper
My seniorita, get out of life, you jump speeder
She put them deeper, [?] my swish is sweeter
Sweet as a marguerita
We the last board on the game, yeah it's hard to beat us
Hit them with the magnifying niggers is hard to see us
Couple of gallons of that [?] off all your leader
I ain't [?] call your leader
My name peedi crakk I like [?] and many max
[?] she's a hore so plenty back, stayin [?] sleep [?]
[?] the forty five complex I mean that, remember that.
The fact shake you [?] low ball shit nigga [?] need the best stop
Till I blow their chest out that's how little problems get solved
Get you check out [?] let's go, ex [?] heading to the [?]
Check o skino in a [?] that what be call ballin'
Nevertheless, you was in away so you drown from the [?]
[?] you're paranoid
Petrol [?] so professional you think I'm on stare [?] nigga is the crack flow
Don't get it twisted, the best that I hit [?] pinky ranks,
Stupid [?] it's just [?] I'm get in it, I got it, I'm pop that shit
And I'm sipping, stop it, but you're not fucking with me
[?] what critics got that you got [?]
Never thought success make a [?]
Gotta keep a few things you niggas [?] you sing
My boys kickin' the door but the [?] close down frazes
And nobody box and everybody blazin
Forty [?]
So if you cross this disrespect this [?]
But my boys keep them white girls around like hefner
Recognize the [?] I ain't seen us
My vision clear like [?] on a sixty
All of sublime [?], y'all niggas can miss miss
I did it with no [?] but young [?] despite the nerves and [?] face nace can hit me
Karma is gonna get you [?] like the sun when is gona hit you
Have a [?] everything [?] cementeries [?] play this [?] mother fuckers.
oh! following on that.. shit
celebration will say niggers.. our crown with,
fuck the judge, they ..my name , nigger full letters,
..more problems come with more chatter!
forty... for ya hating niggers, fuck ya!
i love ya!
starving ... taking .. above the menu.
he started it while i finished it, as i can tell you!
niggers don't wanna ride with i,
niggers afraid to die,
come and commit the suicide,
i'm leaving you a..!
you let 'em fly
..over the memphis, stars over the mansions,
when we get high we fly choppers over the
cool! has alaska
play the passion, niggers still wanna rap,
what has been a lyrical massacre.
..waited for the right time and moving over my
anybody wanna get a right here?
otherwise the nightmares!
doing no efforts, freshing my nighmares,
freshing my rights, seeing my
nigger i'm leaving hard, putting our free show here,
..used to be seven, i'm leaving the show here!
my nigger is in show here.
bitches is in..or welfare.
my niggers look sick, hope you can
counted a shit, i'm like the
division one, we get
..the whole fucking clip go bang!
we give them big
then in the park we leave them dead,
i bet his all fucking click, go sink.
Visions of a young boar, ready for that count war
Bring it to your front... death is what he kills for
Living life unsure, smoke weed,.. talking to them pigs,
It's like the shit you get hung for
When you dedicate to them streets
There's one rule, never defecate what you eat
Never get up, put up a fight when you're facing defeat
In this... fuck em but never put your face in the freak
Told me... niggers why I'm lazy and...
I'm the biggest stain since king James straight to the heat
While...
Taking... turning masters into slaves...
When that thing starts to squirt, and only gets worse
Never... shit in return, never...
Niggers this is how I'm living till I'm thriving in rehearse
Load em up, get your gun, nigger this division works
... Bitches with them slipping,
Young bar car needles, nigger this is where your... from
Differences I gotta...
Drama niggers give me none, baddest bitches give me some
Why you keep me here, no... baby give me gum
Cutting bag from my lungs, no weed, give me rum
Put it on my liver, all you pussy niggers say we jump
... when that boy picked up the pound,
... we don't put them in the hospital,.. we leave em found
It was... from the sound, well let's just stop the paying...
I'm the fellow what the fuck are they yellin'?
I'm a gangster, zone full of danger and memory they page ya
Chances wanna hang us, never been to street boy here complete stranger
Is when they come like a bet,.. like a ranger
But of war from Texas, get away when the text...
... they sing... and niggers death wish
Now this ain't no restless shit, we only waste this shit,
Get the dipping now get the hitting with the West&Smith;
Here we drip it, clip it, fully load it, take a hole...
... before you know it
Never told it... it's like an extras in the movie we never nodes
[Young Chris (Beanie Sigel)]
It's young C youngest from State P
All the thorough breads roll your la la la
And all the girls wanna spend the night tonight
Get right tonight, tonights the night
Its Young G's thats Young Neef
Thats right thats the other half of me
And all the girlies dream of having me
And they mad at me (ah motherfuckas yea)
Kept my business straight I'm learnin the game
Earning a little change of the realest thing
Half the realest fake got to check these broads
These niggaz ain't built a deck of cards
Man yall was on the steps with yalls
We had connects you lames
And was a threat to the set you claimed
And still is homie that still is closer than ever
You niggaz pussy and you know its whatever
So don't push me yea you would try keepin us back
Why don't yall dudes try to keepin it rap
And leave us alone can't leave it at home
In the streets where we at to get you
When you least expect it be your peoples that clapped
Its real in the streets of Illadelphia
All the boss can't pay fuck around and kill himself
Cant stop won't stop Roc-A-Fella records cause we, we get down
Bitches wanna get down niggaz run and get found
We confront with the pound and we squeeze it
Where ever niggaz standin we leave them
These niggaz really thinkin we need them (ah motherfuckas yea)
Like my man Sig. ain't the reason nigga please its a PA thing
Yall don't really wanna see they gang
Think of Philly we you see they gang
Got guns all the time on us
We from the block where the sun never shine on us
Get knocked on the one dropped a dime on us
Pee your own blood motormouth niggaz
Till they see they own blood and they on they last breath
I hit his mug ain't no open casket left over ashes
I was labeled as a left over bastard until that contract
They want me dead I see through them contacts
So they try to him me through them contracts
Yea the boy wonder they boy gunner
I stay fresh to death had the other boys under pressure
They had to step they gear up
If not they knew not to go near her
Cause she never messed with lames
She messed with older guys that messed with caine
We was the younger dudes up next in the game
But she was young and dumb so she cared less of the game
You know that game and the same old song
Now I ride around hearin them bitches playin my song
I tried to tell them its gon' be my turn
Now they tryin help an keep my sperm (ah motherfuckas yea)
It's ok I'm still young anyway I can last all night
We can hump anyday I got chunks put away
And some chunk on the way used the pump where I laid
Now its pumps where I lay chumps wanna play we backin them down
Thats what you get for approaching with out askin around
You know we get our toaster with out pattin us down
It's the ROC bitch holla get your ass on the pound
Let me show you how I do how a man can get down
Got to keep my sheets clean lay that ass on the ground
Think its all just rap let me arch that back
You ain't got to be shy baby toss that back
And most of these stories ain't worth the doe
I can't relate to commercial flows
I'm from the hood ain't nothing all good but you worthless hoe
[?????] work these hoes (ah motherfuckas yea)
I was broke gettin doe from hoes
Gettin doe gettin doe from hoes
Grown men drownin hold your nose stop
Falling through these chickenheads
And focus little more on your business here
You ain't radio you dudes is lames
We bringin the pain to the game you dudes radio
And most of yall one hit wonders
The ones who done a little number shit one hit done it
Your career was an accident
I ain't scared ill blast you bitch
And get the cash to get out or buy a nice lawyer
Get a high price lawyer
Ill be out soon as the judge see my status shit
You motherfuckas gon' be mad as shit
Once the young gunnas drop
Yea the youngest from the ROC
Just what Dame needed did a couple of futures
Did the mixtapes and got the game heated
The same little nigg' niggaz from the block
Talk they shit about the ROC and you just was a fan
Before I got Jay just was your man
Now you dislike us cause you ain't in our plans
I understand keep doing what you doing
Give up or you'll be givin up a hell of a chance
You niggaz bullshit with rap if you want (ah motherfuckas yea)
And I'll be laid back ?????? (Motherfuckas)
[Outro: Young Chris]
Relax on you chumps!!
Clap at you punk!!
What!....nigga!
Ahhhhhhhhh!!
Ahhhhhhhhh!!
Roooaaarrrr!!
[Intro - YC:]
What U Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
He Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
We Got (Racks On Racks On Raaaaacks) Leh Go
I Got (I Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
She Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
They Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
[Verse 1 - YC:]
Gotta Car Lot In My Garage,
Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars
Im Geeked Up Off Dem Bars,
Gotta Car I Aint Even Gotta Park
No Key Push Button To Start,
She Aint A Dime I Won't Get Hard
Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card,
Say Ima Dogg But I Dnt Even Bark
Got Em Biting This Swag Like Sharks,
When I Hit It Ima Knock It Out The Park
Trap Beat So God Damn Hard,
Got Kush Got Lean Got Bar
That Remix Hard To Scale,
Got Bricks Dnt Need No Scale
Im Plugged In With The Mayor,
Im Part Of The Cartel
That ReRock Aint No Clean,
62 Hundred For A Neen
Said Fuck It All Up On Jeans,
Ima True Religion Phein
Got Bands In The Pockets Of My Jeans,
Need A Kickstand Way I Lean
Promethazine Phein, Styrofoam,
Sprite And Lean
[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
[Verse 2 - Future:]
No Choice By Force I Sport,
To Go And Cop Sum Ice
Designer On My Mojo,
I Live In The Spotlight
Real Street Nigga Aint No Flaw,
Yung Future Gotta Keep Dat Raw
My Swag I Gave To You Niggas,
Ima Need Me A Round Of Applause
Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO
Gotta 100 Dollars Worth Of Clothes,
Im Froze (Im Froze) Im Cold
I Keep Me A Big Bank Roll,
I Aint Tricking Off On These Hoes
These Hoes Bringing Me They Soul,
I Will Never Sell My Soul
Cash Out On All These Cars,
These Foreign (Foreign) Broads
Gotta Nigga Living In The Stars,
Im On My Way To Mars
Got Keyshia, Pam And Nicki,
They All Wanna Do A Minaj
A.1., Free Band, Free Vans,
We Aint Never Gotta Got Dam Flarge
[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
[Verse 3 - YC:]
Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks,
I Stay Counting Them Stacks
Dem Girls Want Leave Me Lone,
One Fuck Now She Attaaaatched
Flow Hot Don't Need No Match,
Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax
Im Turned Up To The Maxx,
Don't Even Know How To Relaaaax
I Drink So Much Damn Lean,
Had To Wake Up On A Bean
Got Racks Off In My Jeans,
Man Busting Out The Sceeeene
Got Kush All In My Lungs,
Get High Like Ching-Ching Chong
Eight-Hundred A Zone,
Ain't Blowing It Less It's Strooong
She Hate On My iPhone,
Catch Mine And Then Im Gone
This Girl Want Leave Me Lone,
I Can Not Take Her Hoooome
Im Gone Off Them Bars,
Bitch Im Not A Star
Im Driving Foreign Cars,
Strapped Up No Bodyguuaaaard
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
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