Joc, Yung Filmography

• Video Girl 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Get to Steppin' 2 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Top 12 Moments of the BET Awards 2009, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 21st Annual Soul Train Music Awards 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• MOBO Awards 2007 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen

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  It's Goin' Downshow lyrics

  It's Goin' Down

  [Lil Boi]
  This a nitty beat (boing)
  [Nitty]
  Here we go again
  Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)
  You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
  I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)
  Dis nigga go by the name of jock (jock?)
  He resides in collegepark (collegepark cp)
  But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
  We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)
  [Verse 1]
  Niggaz in my face
  Damn near er' day
  Askin a million questions like
  Jock where ya stay
  Tell 'em collegepark
  Where they chop cars
  Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
  Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
  I'm on that patron so get like me
  69 cutlass wit the bucket seat
  Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
  Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
  Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
  If a girl choose let her do her thang
  Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain
  Er'body love me I'm so fly
  Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by
  I know ya wonder why
  I'm so cool
  Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  Meet me in the trap its goin down
  Meet me in the mall its goin down
  Meet me in the club its goin down
  Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down
  [verse 2]
  Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
  Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
  When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
  I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
  Time to flip the work make the block bump
  Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
  Dope boi magic seven days a week
  Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
  Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
  Lights camera action when I walk through the door
  Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
  Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
  Bitches in the back
  Black beamer coups
  Girls like girls time to recruit
  If ya got a problem say it to my face
  We can knuckle up any time any place
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3]
  Time to set it off let these nigga know
  Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
  I ride real slow no need to speed
  Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
  Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know
  I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
  Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye
  Ask 'em how I know its me surprise!
  Put it in the air rep where ya stay
  Take a step back blow the kush in they face
  Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats
  I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it
  [Chorus]
  [Outro]
  Yung Joc...
  Nitty strikes again
  This a Nitty beat
  Playmaker
  So So Def motherfucker

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  Knock It Outshow lyrics

  Knock It Out

  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  First thang first, I like all kinda hoes
  Some go to Spelman, some dance with no clothes
  Momma name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thang
  When I throw the dick, they come back like boomerangs
  Beat the pussy up like a old beat machine
  'Whoomp, There it is', bring a friend, Tag Team
  Then I beat her mouth like the woofers in my vert'
  I give her Tylenol 'cause she say her jaws hurt
  Meet a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true
  Baby, when I cum, guarantee you cum too
  And like Three 6, the dick 'Hypnotize Minds'
  I put that on my momma baby if you think I'm lyin'
  Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
  All night, I'ma beat it up
  That mouth, I'ma beat it up
  That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right
  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  One plus one, yep, that equals two
  Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you
  Just the way I like 'em, straight A-Town
  Meet me in the room, guaranteed to go down
  Now your baby daddy mad, you went and spilled the beans
  Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team
  I turn virgins into sex fiends
  I turn nightmares into wet dreams
  Make her juice box wet, make her thank she on her cycle
  Hit her from the back when I grab her by her micros
  Make her touch her toes 'til her knees turn weak
  Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep
  Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
  All night, I'ma beat it up
  That mouth, I'ma beat it up
  That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right
  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  When it's time for round three, strap on another glove
  T.K.O., now the hoe all in love
  She love to call me Tyson when I nibble on her ear
  I hit her with a combo, now she call me Holyfield
  I know it sounds vulgar but that's the way she like it
  Got the world's biggest shh, don't matter, just don't bite it
  No, I'm not conceited but see, I keep it trill
  Playboy, shawty, Mr. Black & Decker Drill
  If your girl say my name, please don't take offense
  Handle it like gents or get in some gangsta shit
  Now I don't thank it's worth it if you really want the truth
  'Cause at this present time, she givin' brain in the booth
  Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
  All night, I'ma beat it up
  That mouth, I'ma beat it up
  That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right
  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  Yeah, I been there and I done that
  Used to knock the pussy out, now she runnin' back
  So I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out
  Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
  All night, I'ma beat it up
  That mouth, I'ma beat it up
  That back, I'ma beat it up
  Lil' mama, I'ma beat it up
  All night, I'ma beat it up
  That mouth, I'ma beat it up
  That back, I'ma beat it up, that's right

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  I'm A Gshow lyrics

  I'm A G

  (feat. Bun B, Young Dro)
  [INTRO (Yung Joc)]
  Is that right?
  Block
  Hustlenomic$
  BNT ho!
  A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
  BNT ho!
  Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go
  [Chorus]
  I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
  And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
  And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
  Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
  [Verse 1: Yung Joc]
  You can catch me in the A
  Check my DNA
  What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
  The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
  The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
  I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
  I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
  Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
  '77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
  And I a true balla n G playin in da deck
  Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
  You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
  Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?
  [Chorus x2]
  I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
  And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
  And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
  Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
  [Verse 2: Young Dro]
  Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
  Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
  Rocks stop comin i'll probly sell codeine
  Shoot a nigga ear off from up da street, no beam
  Work for my cousin down in Florida named Dorien
  All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
  Tell 'em again they see it man, my wrist on jack frost
  I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin 'bach cost
  30" Ashantis on the Escalade Lac cost
  Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rap talk
  Catch me out on Simpson road tearin' up da asphault
  Took alota cash and bought
  Jewelry, scurse(excuse) me
  Eights on da donk make it hard to steerin wheel
  Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I got the fists of fury
  Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
  A general I'm surely man I sittin perty(pretty)
  I got this shit locked, tell mama don't worry
  [Chorus x2]
  I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
  And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
  And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
  Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
  [Verse 3: Bun-B]
  You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
  Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
  I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
  Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
  I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite
  You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
  You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so
  No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow
  Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp
  Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu
  We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too
  Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla
  Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla
  I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
  Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type
  [Chorus x3]
  I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
  And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
  And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest

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  I'm Himshow lyrics

  I'm Him

  Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga (I'm him)
  Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka (I'm him)
  Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga (well I'm Him)
  Have ya ever (I'm him)
  have Ya ever (I'm him)
  I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song.
  Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a fuck boy?
  Dats absent mind, aint nan notha chevy out here fast as mine.
  26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time.
  Im da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, dont get served.
  And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition.
  If ya work good, jus hold out.
  So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back.
  Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat.
  In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat.
  Now days its ya jays and bomber coke.
  Yall cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons.
  Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me u as soft as a woman.
  Bitches will never know how i get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine.
  Yeah, dats how its done round here, quiet as kept nigga Im da Don round here.
  Now check my rapsheet, I aint a convict,
  Go jail get rite out, aint dat Don shit.
  I know alot of cats, real hood niggas.
  Some kill, some steal, some good niggas.
  But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me.
  Yung J-O-C come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D.
  I give ya brain freeze, Im so raw.
  Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw.
  Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk.
  Ya brought it on yaself,
  Its yo fault.
  Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope?

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  New Joc City (Intro)show lyrics

  New Joc City (Intro)

  Now showing
  New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted
  In an action packed movie about gunfights
  grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money
  Oh you already know what it is folk
  Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's coming
  Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop
  Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks
  My intuition tells me, here come the cops
  First nigga run, last nigga get knocked
  A couple hours later when it's time to get bonded
  Ten percent of four stacks cost you four hundred
  I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted
  Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm running
  New Joc City!
  210, we have a visual on the subject
  Roger that
  (Five-oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five-oh nigga
  (Oh shit!) Nigga that's five-oh (Run nigga!)
  Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire
  It's hot like the thermostat was set on high
  I need another spot just to stash those pies
  I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by
  I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh
  The first time she get wrong it time to check her
  Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up
  I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up
  The saga continues
  Baby see who the fuck who it is
  I don't know!
  You got, you got somebody coming over here?
  Nah, I mean, you know nobody coming this late
  Man, who the fuck is that man
  Them motherfuckers acting
  like they trying to get in though man - OH SHIT!
  That's when the do' swang open like WHAM
  Niggaz pointing choppers at me like Uncle Sam
  Thanking to myself "What the fuck, God damn"
  I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam
  I'm looking at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him
  He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum
  I tell him, the block's in that box on the flo'
  But if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode
  New Joc City!
  10 seconds 'til detonation
  Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye
  (kaboom)
  This has been another Bad Boy South
  Block Entertainment production

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  Pak Manshow lyrics

  Pak Man

  See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars
  I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood
  They call me Pak Man shorty
  In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
  In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
  In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
  1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name
  2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name
  (Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man)
  I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man
  (See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man)
  So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man)
  (Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus)
  (Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up)
  So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood
  (Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood~!)
  So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park)
  So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn)
  So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones)
  So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun)
  Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin
  So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock)
  Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc)
  Why T.I.? (Cause T.I. he the king)
  (Jeezy say YEAHHHHHHHHH on everything)
  (I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin)
  (Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic$)
  HUSTLENOMIC$! (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what?
  ((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA
  (I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean)
  (Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow
  (I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's)
  (In my hood just like Ball and 'JG)
  Let me show you how it's done, ay
  Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left
  With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath
  Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin
  Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya)
  Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
  Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
  Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man)
  P-P-P-Pak Man
  Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it
  Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old
  But I was always told man, do what'cha do

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  Livin' The Lifeshow lyrics

  Livin' The Life

  I'm just, livin the life, of a young baller shot caller
  Dope rider don't mind me I'm just doin my thang
  Livin the life, of a go-getter, no-quitter
  Gotta get to the money, get money money hey
  Livin the life
  Livin the life, livin the life, livin the life
  (I'ma live every day like a holiday)
  (Gotta get to the money, get get to the money)
  I've been around the world just like dosey do
  Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
  Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho'
  Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know
  Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked
  Been gettin money since my debut dropped (CHA-CHING~!)
  Pop a couple tabs with my man and them
  Date an international chick now I'm landin them
  International suites now I'm stayin in them
  International freaks I'm playin with them
  I can porco hoes, hit the sand with them
  We fuck all night then I abandon them
  Take a top model chick to the cabin man
  Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin man
  She call a few friends, run a caravan
  I call a few friends, I love sharin man
  You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
  Nigga Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram
  She love takin snapshots on the phone cam
  Knockin out a ringtone that's a jam
  I see shit that every nigga don't see
  I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree
  Convinced her to skip town, just her and me
  Hit the P and bank exchange my currency
  Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late
  Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the states
  M-I-A yo or Cuban bistro
  Feel the wind blow, from the seasho'
  Six hour flight back to the West coast
  Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin close
  Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her
  I got some nerve to take this picture
  Now you don't have to like what I do
  I'ma do me, and you do you
  I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
  I'm a G, and I gets mine
  Yeah I can't lie man, I done seen amazing places
  Amazing broads with amazing faces
  Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
  Baby let's rinse off, we bathin naked
  Time to change clothes, we Bathing Ape it
  This lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it
  Leave no paper trail, the feds can't trace it
  Blow a couple hundred thou' around the world, let's make it
  Now you don't have to like what I do
  I'ma do me, and you do you
  I say that you don't have to like the way I ride

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  Mommashow lyrics

  Momma

  Ay you know what, eh-heh
  When I started recordin this album
  I said I wasn't gonna do a, y'know dear momma type of record but
  I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma
  But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that
  if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma
  SHIT~! I got to have her
  Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma
  But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman
  If I find another girl, like my momma
  I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under
  Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start
  This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade
  The angel that I call momma was sent by God
  Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard
  Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy
  Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy
  Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin
  Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin
  When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due
  Mom was a O.G., did what she had to
  I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal
  Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional
  I love my momma
  Yo, yo
  I remember - my first BMX, she showed me how to ride
  She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes
  Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs
  She could take Spam and make a first class meal
  When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried
  And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time
  Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong
  Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long
  We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown
  She played both roles, king and queen of the throne
  I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest
  This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it
  I love my momma
  I'ma try to stop the music one time
  Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon
  Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands
  If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
  If you love your momma clap yo' hands
  If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
  Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out
  You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out
  Momma you stayed down, you never faked it
  Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it
  And when I had a son, they said I need a job
  That's when you told me son, just follow your heart
  And so I did that, I went through all the drama

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  'Bout Itshow lyrics

  'Bout It

  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do it like a pose like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  I'll get your mind off ties
  Cause the hustla don't stop
  If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc
  The money don't flip then the block ain't hot
  If she don't scream your name then your game just shot
  I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss
  Il'l drop a couple stacks and watch your ass get lost
  Joc the real shit Shorty bes believe that
  If you ain't ride till die
  Bring them car keys back
  Take your foot off the brake
  Baby gon ride out
  If them suckas wanna hate Put um in time out
  I get that cake you'll soon find out
  If you ever cross me you'll get crossed out
  I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
  Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
  Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
  Cause we can ride b straight to the top
  Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
  Cause I dont care what im lookin like
  I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do it like a pose like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
  I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
  Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
  Put your click in chick if you step outta line
  I ain't Kanye but I been thru the wire
  Couple more albums before I retire
  Most of these rappers ain't nothin but liars
  How are they The Killers when they sing in the choir?
  Straight from the bottom and im tryin' to get higher
  Too many strikes, Got too many priors
  Messin with us like playin with fire
  Get your wick split, time to meet your messiah
  I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
  Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
  Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
  Cause we can ride b straight to the top
  Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
  Cause I dont care what im lookin like
  I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do it like a pose like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  Now I been walking up this road tryin' to find which way to go
  Tryin' to pull my faith
  Sometimes it seems like I don't know
  Now I gotta chance to touch ?
  And the answers right in front of me
  Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do it like a pose like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  You think you know me but you have no idea (No Idea!)
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do it like a pose like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I don't doubt it

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  Hustlenomicsshow lyrics

  Hustlenomics

  Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot
  Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
  Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not
  Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock
  Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
  I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
  Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up
  Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor
  Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
  Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
  Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers
  cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker!
  Yeahhhhhhhh
  Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city
  Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin
  Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty
  Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy
  I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
  Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
  I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
  I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and
  Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar
  Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi
  I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
  Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near
  Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year
  Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
  Roof on fire, sound the alarm
  We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn)
  Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2
  Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
  Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help
  On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette
  I need a material girl in a material world
  Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl
  Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit
  Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it

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  Hustlenomics (Intro)

  Ya see son, there's a lot of goddamn things dat im good at (um-hm)
  & hustlin is one of 'em, dat all i've ever did (yeah)
  Ya know what im sayin' , y-y-you gotta know when, to sell da mercedes, back to da benz
  U see, d-d-dats some classic shit (right)
  Ya see, cuz im da flip of da flippa
  See dey called me flippa when i was comin up (flippa ?)
  If u aint got no name in dese screets, u aint gon' be shit son (right)
  Now see, u don' made a name for yo'self doin ya own kinda hustlenomics
  U see what im sayin ? dat what dis game is all about, hustlenomics son (yeah)
  Now see-s-s-see, muthafuckin nigga, gon' try to trick me,
  Outta some change dat i don' already muthafuckin made
  & it happened to be some change, dat i don' put on him
  U see now im whoopin' his ass wit his own shit
  See dem hustlenomics (yeah), dem hustlenomics
  See u gotta know how to flip (well lemme talk to 'em dad) u flip,
  Dats why dey called me flippa son
  My momma was a hustla (yeah),
  My daddy was too
  Dey both played da streets,
  Did what dey had to do(do)
  Dats all i've ever known, i guess to say its in my veins,
  My daddy ran numbers (dollas),
  & he sold cocaine
  My momma sold da weed, dats all i've ever seen her do (i seen 'er)
  I seen 'er smoke a lil hard, but dats between me & u (shhhh...)
  Now da question stands, "joc, whats ya hustle nigga"
  Plan my work & work my plan, dats my hustle nigga (hustle nigga)
  I mean listen (im listenin)
  By no means, ways, shapes, or form of fashion (right)
  Do i mean to a... u know slander your character, or offend you (i mean. its okay, say it)
  But, u know what sets u aside from all the other quote on quote hustlers
  I mean, im hearing this termonology or should i say this new reacting (right)
  Using hustle-nomics (hustlenomics, dats right)
  Could'ju do me a favor (whats up)
  If u dont mind, if u hav the time to joc, (okay) can u elaborate (i see, well lemme talk to 'em shawty)
  Well lemme spell my name its h-u-s-t-l-e
  U wanna know da smell of money well hell smell me
  Yall niggas dont understand, yall nigga hooked on phonics
  Well me on da other hand, im hooked on hustlnomics
  I buy da work really cheap, mark it up a couple hunned
  Check my re-up, re-invested, while ya'll suckas out derr stuntin
  Wonderin what i do, potna mind ya own bizz...
  I aint finna play wit'cha, i got my own kids!
  Boy im so proud of you
  Boy i tell ya, takin after my own heart, see ha
  Goin platinum & err'thing, like dat
  See ya daddy was born platinum, boy
  & im gon' die platinum, huh

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  I Know You See Itshow lyrics

  I Know You See It

  Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
  How many bitches from the club won't go
  I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
  I'm like inny meeny minny mo (mo)
  How many niggas in the club won't go
  I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
  Now you can call me tipdrill (drill), playing my song (song)
  Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thong (thong)
  When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone (with my phone)
  She love my cologne, I call it perk body zone (body zone)
  Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down (it's goin' down)
  Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round" (another round)
  And when I make it rain, money all over the ground (the ground)
  Fresh force ones, Sean John button down (button down)
  And then I'm like "oh (oh) boy (boy), a clique fulla stars (stars)"
  Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars
  At the end of the day, when it's all said and done (done)
  I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one (one)
  Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
  How many bitches from the club won't go
  I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
  I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
  She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
  I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (see it)
  I'm like inny meeny minny mo
  How many niggas in the club won't go
  I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
  I'm like bim bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
  You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum
  I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
  I ain't never been the type to show off in the club (club)
  Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of (of)
  Bub, don't smoke but I got much perk (perk)
  Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp (hey)
  Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song (song)
  Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue (lemme feel your tongue)
  It's T, miss B nigga, let me get you laced (laced)
  Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face
  I ain't talking cush nigga, I'm talking a rat race
  So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste
  Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop
  My bitches are superstars, so gushy you need a mop
  Inny meeny minny mo (mo)
  How many bitches from the club won't go
  I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
  I'm like bim (bim ) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
  She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
  I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it)
  I'm like inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
  How many niggas in the club won't go
  I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
  I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
  You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum
  I know you see it (I know you see it), I know you see it (I know you see it)
  I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck
  New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete
  I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
  I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow
  Got a Mohawk blowin', air forces that glow
  I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
  Inny meeny minny (minny) mo (mo)
  How many bitches from the club won't go
  I know you see it (see it), I know you see it
  I'm like bim (bim) bam (bam), I know you want some (some)
  She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum
  I know you see it (see it), I know you see it (see it)
  I'm like inny (inny) meeny (meeny) mo (mo)
  How many niggas in the club won't go

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  Bottle Poppin'show lyrics

  Bottle Poppin'

  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
  I pull up to the club, jumpin out of rovers, lookin like a car show, dats da way we roll up
  Dope bois showi luv, all da ho's know of us
  Need extra security, dey know dey cant controll us,
  I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker
  So I v.i.p my way standin on da sofas
  U can watch me demostrate, da way a playa possed ta, I don burried cha weight, u know we throw dem toasts up
  Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it, finna set-up shop, well we aint even worried bout it
  Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pies
  I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat'll get dat work up out 'em
  I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk yea u smell dat fruity fruit ? err'time da wind blow
  I throw away dat chump change, im all abot dat bigga dough
  Joc he a hood nigga, jus like Gorilla Zoe
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
  When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin,
  When dem ho's start jockin, bottles start poppin,
  When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin
  Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin,
  Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back,
  I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back,
  She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall,
  She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dwags
  Got boi's in da club comin straight from the trap,
  Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks
  We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs,
  Got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs,
  Now da 4o dont stop cuz dey we got dat guap,
  She gon' make ha booty clap & imma throw another knot,
  When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap,
  Bottle poppin ova herr, tell da dj bring it back
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
  When my nigga steve died,
  U know we popped dem bottles,
  Nigga's tried to run & hide,
  We went lookin wit dem choppa's,
  Now its time to take a ride in dat all black impala,
  If u niggas think im lyin' I put dat on my momma,
  & dats y err'time, his birthday come up,
  Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up
  Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drug up,
  Fo my nigga, im a clown
  Like the numba 1 stunna
  Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two
  Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho' "im felling u"
  Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dats what im finna do,
  Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to ?"
  Den she started blushing, tell me bring a friend or two
  A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut ha' like a gin-su
  Flexin knots of money, dats da shit beginna's do
  She know im gettin money & she wann be a winna too !!!
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
  Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
  We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,

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  Might As Wellshow lyrics

  Might As Well

  Might as well, might as well, might as well
  Trap stupid (boy you comin through)
  club jumpin (boy you comin through)
  my girlfriend say she ain't wanna fuck with you
  Say whaaaaaa
  Paint the chevy, throw some rims on it too
  Roll a blunt for me, and roll one for you
  Fuck with me, you're fuckin with the whole crew
  Say whattttt (might, might, might as well)
  Joc eyeball the purp, I don't need no scale
  Got a real trap house, and real clientele
  Buy 72, the biggest motor chevy made
  built 7 on the horses, real heavy weight
  I get head then cake, everyday my birthday
  Birthday sex with your bitch, fuck her everyway
  Bought to mount it up, goin throw them 30's on it
  paint stupid wet, boy i put my ladies on it
  Im a guap boy, body all mugged up
  tryin to be a hot boy, get your body ___
  In high school I brought jewels for show and tell
  Oh well I'm fly as hell, might as well
  Trap stupid (boy you comin through)
  club jumpin (boy you comin through)
  my girlfriend say she ain't wanna fuck with you
  Say whaaaaaa
  Paint the chevy, throw some rims on it too
  Roll a blunt for me, and roll one for you
  Fuck with me, you're fuckin with the whole crew
  Say whattttt
  Smash that, make you tires scream like a choir
  Stare at me with butterflys like mariah
  I bought them all, and all the tires I desire
  Swag team I started my own empire
  3 strikes and the judge be the umpire
  so i do my dirty night like a vampire
  I aim higher than you could put your lighters
  I hope you got heat, my whole team fire fighters
  My sway make your granny wet, make you change her diapers
  The bitch that you with... pshhh I one night her
  Rowdy rowdy typer, that boy ring bells
  beat that nigger til he swells, might as well
  Trap stupid (boy you comin through)
  club jumpin (boy you comin through)
  my girlfriend say she ain't wanna fuck with you
  Say whaaaaaa
  Paint the chevy, throw some rims on it too
  Roll a blunt for me, and roll one for you
  Fuck with me, you're fuckin with the whole crew
  Say whattttt
  My last ten dollars, Ima spend it on the kush
  Obama, middle fingers up the bush
  Nothin in my face, bitch i might mush
  Cuz of your shades, fresh fade, make em look
  Ima rep my city
  Crawlin out the chevy, what you sittin on
  Oh halle berry I wanna take her home
  Trap stupid (boy you comin through)
  club jumpin (boy you comin through)
  my girlfriend say she ain't wanna fuck with you
  Say whaaaaaa
  Paint the chevy, throw some rims on it too
  Roll a blunt for me, and roll one for you
  Fuck with me, you're fuckin with the whole crew

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  Hear Me Coming

  All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting
  Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming
  All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping
  Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder
  I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer
  A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?
  My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!"
  I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope
  Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk
  Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty
  Blue star keep a nigga riding cuji
  If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go
  Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord
  I beat the block up
  You can hear me when I'm coming
  If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming
  My niggas flip birds
  Your niggas flip burgers
  My niggas got work
  Your niggas just workers
  My niggas, we get heard
  Your niggas is unheard of
  My niggas murder
  Your niggas get murdered
  My niggas win niggas
  Your niggas get drenched
  My niggas play the field
  Your niggas ride bench
  My niggas is quarterbacks
  Your niggas just receive
  With a single flinch boy, your niggas retreat
  My niggas take the coke and they let the shit cook
  Your niggas experiment with dope and get hooked
  Now ain't that something, let the story get told
  As the plot thickens and the script unfolds
  I get back around three
  We can do it more again
  Message to them hater middle finger to the wind
  Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk
  Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk
  Everybody know that I do it for the hood
  Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good
  Word on the street, Joc got the heat
  Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet
  Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money
  When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money
  My wrist gone froze
  Make em jump out of they clothes
  Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go
  Ha ha ha, nigga
  Rookie of the year, play ya position nigga, ya'll fuck boys stop ya husstling, ya'll niggas know how we do it.
  Ya'll know what it is.
  All the way from the motherfucking west side to the south side nigga.
  ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny.
  What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh.
  Rest in peace my nigga Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the motherfucking south side nigga.
  College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P nigga. What it is. I see ya out
  there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigga? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya nigga. Ain't nothing but
  love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. Bitch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up

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  Choose Me

  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  You chose me
  You chose me
  And I chose ya
  And I chose ya
  You chose me
  You chose me
  And I chose ya
  Yeah yeaah...
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I'm single and horny, won't you get up on me
  C'mon baby, give it to me girl.
  You should get to know me, but first you gotta show me.
  How you gonna rock my world
  And how you gone ride for me, you got your eyes on me.
  I'm a pull your cart, after this I win your heart.
  Baby you gotta be, the baddest thing in this club.
  But first you gotta know...
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  You chose me
  You chose me
  And I chose ya
  And I chose ya
  You chose me
  You chose me
  And I chose ya
  Yeah yeaah...
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I'm such a leader not a follower.
  I know how to do my own thing.
  Fall off in the spot dirty d woth the home ting.
  Rip the qwip though say your own thing.
  MJs wak to criminal with the chrome thing.
  I'm on a grown man I'm never outta place.
  Ask about my swagg oh yeah, it's outer space.
  You'll go by the bar, joc by the whole place.
  You buy it buy the bottle I'll pop the whole case.
  Posted on the sofa blowing fat spilfs.
  Linix small tags I shop at sex spil.
  Hard em up the k christian artisha.
  Your bitch keep watchin me she thinkin,
  What she ought to say.
  I'll leave her speechless had your girl
  I can tell she freaky and just don't know how to tell joc.
  I gotta leak and vicky secrets on flash floods.
  I just need some good lovin I ain't lookin for love.
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  You chose me
  You chose me
  And I chose ya
  And I chose ya
  You chose me
  You chose me
  And I chose ya
  Yeah yeaah...
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love
  I ain't come up in this club, l-l-l-lookin for love
  I ain't come up in this club, looking for love

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  Yung N***a (Interlude)

  Dat nigga might be dope though.
  Naw dat ain't dope.
  Dat nigga young, what is this nigga 23?
  He on''t even remember the "Smurfs" the "Snorks" or nothin'.
  Young ass nigga, what is he rappin' about?
  What the fuck is he....
  what could he be talkin bout right now in 2006 that ain't nobody else talkin' bout?

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  Play Your Cardsshow lyrics

  Play Your Cards

  Y'all know who it is
  Ha ha
  Back for the second round
  Sophomore
  Fuck a jinx, nigga
  Let me talk to y'all
  Well I guess it's safe to say I'm on my job
  And everything I say seems to come from the heart
  And even if you hate, you gotta play your part
  Or just sit back and see the way I play my cards
  Okay I'm back, sit back and listen
  First album platinum plaques, now watch it glisten
  The baddest broads, The fastest cars
  I'm sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours
  But since it ain't, y'all niggas said I can't
  Y'all laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank (Ha ha)
  Now I'ma let it happen cause we ain't gotta start
  Haters mad at me cause I'm on my job
  I congratulate you, somebody's gotta do it
  I'm not mad, I'm used to it
  And if you feel the same, then you's a friend of mine
  Won't you tell the lames? Don't get out of line
  Play your cards
  Don't get out of line hoe
  Call it Hustlenomics, hustle by any means
  I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes
  And not enough fingers for me to count on
  My stock's way up, call me Dow Jones
  I been around the world, in almost every hood
  I walk in anywhere, my face card is very good
  And they don't play round down in H-Town
  Take ya to the bottom, I'm talkin Dade county
  I'll take you out west in them low lows
  You scared to rep your set, that's a no no
  I take you back to the A-Town, head down
  Play round, I'll make them boys make you lay it down
  I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention
  Respect the grind, respect my intuition
  Don't get out of line, Just look and listen
  And soon you'll find I'm what you been missing
  And the bottom line is I'm on the clock
  24/7, the hustle don't stop
  Yeah I'm from the A, that's my stomping grounds
  But if you on your job, we stand on common grounds
  Ay, Cool & Dre
  Y'all know what it is
  Hustle or get hustled, nigga
  I know you see these 10 pounds around my neck
  The H by itself, 3 nigga
  You see the dookie roll, that's 7
  Count it up, 10 nigga
  Been there and I done that
  Block E-N-T

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  Price Tag

  a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
  verse 1
  watch him die slow, then his eyes roll
  in da back of his head now his body cold
  a couple grand, a couple shots, a couple drip drops, now ya leakin won't stop
  bitch im da man, just ask block, shots rain out, u can hear em from a couple blocks
  bitch wats my name? call me yung joc, I got a great aim, all I need is one shot
  errbody talkin in my neighborhood, I got great lawyers, 'cause my paper good,
  leave ya body riddled, weazin and coughin, hear bout it live, fox 5, and monica coffman
  u fuck wit mine, I cross ya lifeline, im a graffiti artist, paint chalk out outlines
  and the worst part,is im not a coward, visit yo wake and give ya momma dead flowers
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
  verse 2
  this is not a movie, no reruns, all sales final, no refunds
  once I make the payment, the hits out, im not jeezy I aint swappin shit out
  first I tell him, were I want it done, in the backyard right in front of the sun
  then I tell him, were to drop him off, in the chattahoochie wit his dick chopped off [damn!]
  yea it sounds harsh, but its well deserve, feed his ass to the sharks or orderves
  no remorse, no pity, this can happen to you in new jock city
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
  verse 3
  i got a couple killas, got a great choppa, blast through ya fool,shit ya guts leak out,
  the sheriff call ya momma, and she freak out, got a hit meant fo her, dial yo momma speed dial
  oooo it aint nutn, but a call away, come home, find yo baby sista in the hallway
  9-1-1, but its too late, she lookin like a maxi-pad bleeding through da duck tape
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  a couple grand, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head

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  New Joc City

  Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
  I hear you daddy
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, I'm blowin' on some good lime, skatin' down two eighty-five
  Wouldn't believe half of the shit that's skatin' through a nigga mind
  Seven forty-five complimented with leather and wood
  Chickens on my dick, 'cause a nigga fresh and smellin good
  Jack boys plottin' for my stacks on deck
  Wanna put the tech to my chest for the ice on my neck
  Oh yeah, it's easy to attain it all, harder to maintain it all
  If you want a perfect picture only God can paint it dawg
  Niggaz in these videos with multi-platinum projects
  Can't even get credit cards and they momma stay in projects
  How is that? Scracth my head, somethin' don't seem right
  Your teeth full of ice so when you smile I seen lights
  Seems like I'm hatin', I'm just statin' the facts
  I ain't fin' ta smile in your face and put a blade in your back
  Now, now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks
  'Cause everything ain't picture perfect nigga listen to the hook
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, I'm off in Magic City, trickin' off on ass and titties
  Bitches blowin' me kisses, makin' me wanna hit it
  I must admit it got a good chick and she been holdin' me down
  But I ain't fuck around, there's too much shit goin' 'round
  Like the rims on my pickup, scared to get my dick sucked
  Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
  Pick up the pieces to the fuckin' puzzle
  I'm affiliated with niggaz who murder rob and hustle
  Plus you think I'm ballin' 'cause I'm poppin' Crist' and spendin' G's
  I'm just tryin' to drink away the pain that killed my nigga Steve
  Nigga please, I ain't shit, cookies and cream
  Feelin' like Marvin, it make me wanna holla and scream
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Now half the shit you doin' already been done
  And that's why half my niggaz dead, locked up or on the run
  That dope money ain't sufficient, it don't last always
  Niggaz trap all night, in project hallways
  All day long, niggaz front like stars
  On them big ass rims, that cost more than they cars
  Spent three hundred on the outfit, a hundred on some Nikes
  But his baby needs wipes diapers and Pedialite
  And you probably got a cousin, brother or a friend
  And this song sound like him from beginnin' to end
  Then again it might be me and I'm tired of the nonsense
  Can't sleep at night 'cause I got a guilty conscience
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see?
  Can't you see? Can't you see?
  Can't you see? Can't you see? Hey

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  Couple Grand

  Chrous
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head leave ya layin where you stand
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head price, price tag on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head leave ya layin where you stand
  Verse 1
  Watch him die slow
  then his eyes roll in the
  back of his head now his body cold
  a couple grand, a couple shots, a couple
  drip drops now ya leaking won't stop
  Bitch im da man just ask block shots rang
  out you can live for a couple blocks
  bitch wut's my name call me Yung Joc
  I got a great aim all i need is one shot
  Err-body talkin in my neighborhood
  I got great lawyers 'cause my paper good
  Leave ya body riddle, weezin and coughin
  Here about live Fox 5 with Monica Coffin
  You fuck wit mine i pause ya life line
  im a graffiti artist paint, chalk outlines
  And the worst part is im not a coward
  visit ya wake and give ya mamma dead flowers
  Chrous
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head leave ya layin where you stand
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head price, price tag on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head leave ya layin where you stand
  Verse 2
  This is not a movie(cut)
  No re-runs, All sales final, No re-funds,
  Once i make a payment, the hits out,
  Im not Jeezy, I aint swappin shit out(that's rite)
  First i tell em (what u tell em)
  Where i want it done
  In the backyard rite in front of his son
  Then i tell em (what u tell em)
  Where ta drop em off
  In the Chattahoochee wit his dick chopped off
  Yea it sounds harsh but its well deserve
  feed his ass to the sharks for ordurves
  No remorse, No pity, this could happen to you
  in New Joc City
  Chrous
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head leave ya layin where you stand
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head price, price tag on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head leave ya layin where you stand
  Verse3
  I gotta couple killas, down in three traflan
  Blast shoot in ya fugee shit ya guts leak out
  The Shrieff call ya mother and she freak out
  Gotta hit mamba up got em on speed dial
  Oh it ain't nothing but a call away
  Come home find ya baby sister in the hallway
  9-1-1
  But its to late she looking like a maxi pad
  Bleeding through the dutch tape
  Chrous
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head leave ya layin where you stand
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head, on ya head, on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
  on ya head price, price tag on ya head
  A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag

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  Amenshow lyrics

  Amen

  Mercedes ride, hallelujah [?] where is baptized
  Foes on the front 6 on the back [?]
  Haters on alert and my jury don't shine
  Black car auto I'm always on time
  Can I get a with it? Well, alright, amen, amen, amen,
  amen,
  Can I get a with it? Well, alright, amen, amen, amen,
  amen,
  The industry flow sound for me [?] because I had it
  first
  Don't give a fuck if who don't like it
  You don't like it, disperse
  Now we ain't [?] shit, everybody know the sound
  Dope boy magic, yeah niggers going down
  [?] nigger jump shit [?] y'all niggers did right
  I'm not scarface but my shit's still right
  Get a witness, I represent for the ai
  College part niggers [?] all day
  Used to sell weed [?] behind hallways
  [?] report caught [?] head all aces
  My swag is a gift but my shit's still exclusive
  Jack on the past, on the present, on the future
  Fuck these niggers I ain't talking kama sutra
  You fuck with these niggers got some killers come and
  shoot you
  With the fish scales and the stone like medusa
  Now I'm passing glas blowing 9 to 3 [?]
  Mercedes ride, hallelujah [?] where is baptized
  Foes on the front 6 on the back [?]
  Haters on alert and my jury don't shine
  Black car automo I'm always on time
  Can I get a with it? Well, alright, amen, amen, amen,
  amen,
  Can I get a with it? Well, alright, amen, amen, amen,
  amen,
  Mind my own bizness I ain't [?] talking
  [?] like a bitch and you don't see me too often
  The coop look nice the way the shines moon walking
  I'm a stone cold stunter call me Steve Austin
  I'm flexing, I'm flossing approach me with caution
  Drop a hundred thousand and the [?]
  Got the [?] cellie by the ounces
  Bitches love my cologne I'm smelling like an ounce
  Make her give me face times, make a movie on the phone
  The way I cash them pays, yeah, call me Julio jones
  Yeah I know the hood [?] cause they thinking nigger
  dissing
  I just did what I thought to make you motherfuckers
  listen
  Mercedes ride, hallelujah [?] where is baptized
  Foes on the front 6 on the back [?]
  Haters on alert and my jury don't shine
  Black car automo I'm always on time
  Can I get a with it? Well, alright, amen, amen, amen,
  amen,
  Can I get a with it? Well, alright, amen, amen, amen,

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  What's Really Good

  yea ...i woke up this mornin thought bout this shit..lot of niggas got questions, niggas got rumors, muthafuckers got speculation's...
  but check it out..
  (chorus)
  whats really good,huh?(x3)
  is he really hood?
  imma let u kno,kno(x3)
  ill tell u on tha low
  whats up wit joc? whats really good?
  where he really from? is he really hood?
  is he really koo? is he really paid?
  where tht nigga stay? he really from tha A?
  did he really trap? did he really move work?
  i heard he had a como fit used to move tha perp..
  does he really beef? or is he really ??
  i heard he used to do them skims wit them credit cards
  is he really from tha west side or college park?
  in 04 did he really loss 4 of his boys?
  at 14 was he really whippin up tha hard?
  was is record clean? he ever have a felony charge?
  did he ever rob? does he have a squad?
  does he have heart? or does he think like a broad
  so wats he really like? is he really down to earth?
  if a nigga tried? would he lay them down in tha dirt?
  (chorus)
  wats really good? help me understand?
  was he really dissin jeezy on a couple grand?
  does he really rap?or would u call he pop?
  did he have anything to do wit TI gettin knocked?
  i jus want to kno, wats up wit dude?
  did he really try to go into tha airport wit his tube?
  DAMN , he he a fool? sum thing dont sound right.
  i think they set em up, yea thats wat it sounds like.
  i got another question,do he really be taxin?
  i heard he got something V, for 75 stackion.
  thats jus for tha verse,at least tht wat i heard
  dont even kick it no more, kick each other to tha curve
  thts fuck up,is tht how it goes down?
  i heard Nitty wrote tha lyrics to "its goin down"

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  Do Ya Bad

  Babe, if it's a problem go on let me know
  And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
  But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
  Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
  Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  You on that dumb shit ain't wit it man
  That's the main reason murders get committed man
  It can go down any minute man
  Goon squad jump out, that black on black mini-van
  So you better be quick and on your toes
  Where them chopper bullets stop, nobody knows
  Babies cryin', niggaz dyin' all over the place
  Momma cryin' 'cause there's blood all over her face
  This is not a game, this is not a test
  Swiss cheese your brain, mayne you'll be laid to rest
  I'll bust your head ask questions later
  Throw the deuces, sayonara to you haters
  Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
  And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
  But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
  Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
  Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I don't know your bitch, she don't know me either
  I suggest you keep it movin' if you wanna keep her
  You don't want these problems, that's a bad idea
  Machete'll have your ass runnin' like diarrhea
  Nobody move nobody get hurt, shit
  If I pull that tool, everybody hit the dirt, look
  This could be avoided only if you keep your cool nigga
  Act like you grown instead of still in middle school nigga
  You really want this beef bruh
  Put in back in the freezer
  You'll freeze up when I pull the heat
  Then squeeze from the knees up
  This is not a game this is not a test
  Slow your roll or you'll be laid to rest
  Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
  And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
  But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
  Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
  Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  Yeah, I'll sell you wet dope just to make it weigh right
  Call them boys, set you up in broad daylight
  Yeah I'll bang your bitch I'll do you bad
  Nine months later, now she screamin' you're the dad
  If you lose your bump, say I never found the shit
  If I owe ya guap', pay your ass with counterfeit
  Oh yeah, I'll flex ya nigga, don't think I can't
  Have my broad put some suger in your gas tank
  Cut your brake line, slash your back tire
  When you crank your car your engine catch fire
  Then now I don't know what you've been told
  But these are brief descriptions of how this hood go
  Babe if it's a problem go on let me know
  And if it ain't shit, nigga go let it go
  But while it's on my mind, I need to let you know
  Them choppers on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
  Yeah, I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad
  (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
  I'll do ya, do ya, do ya bad

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  Posted At The Store

  chorus: x2
  catch me in the hood posted at the store
  catch me in the hood posted at the store
  catch me in the hood posted at the store pistol on me lap on the phone counting dough
  yung joc: verse 1
  hey know the name they hear the swagg when they hear this shit they gone say he's baaaack
  a hundred niggas we suited up did you here that bitch we tooted up
  sweet potatoes in the kitchen they cooking boy point em out point em out the fedds looking boy
  i got boo-goo work but i never seen the shit i never touch the dough bitch no finger prints
  posted in the monte carlo with the t's i sold the davas on it went thrown some d's on it
  skittles and the thrax got it by the bo-lo's city on lock bitch put it in a choke hold
  we gettin chickens i a breast man im not a charade menjoc dont confess man
  and if you got some shit to got up off yah chest man you look sleepy hear some rest man
  yung ralph: verse 2
  i be posted on the block wether rain or sunny yung ralph cleveland ave mr. get money mr. sick risk mr. crazy charm drought season work cost a leg and a arm
  i be posted at the amoco getting cash yeah im parked at the pump but i aint pumping gas
  i be on a mission making transitions on up the iner-state with bricks in my transmission
  running back to back to cars like a track meet army guns clip long like shaq feet
  they call me shell shawty and i remember that it's summer time but my wrist bring december back
  i heard a rumor out say i wont do shit but i keep goons around me i aint got to shoot shit
  joc roll the kush and a promote the lean billionaire status we repping swagg team
  chorus:
  now the cookie cutter cut the butter starter just like dauterman now camaband is sworming in they say im drug loitering
  smoking on a stem or yah spoking a coc-can still got the party bag so come and have a party
  flat shoals to bouldercrest so call me gazavalley man 98 caprice and it's sounding like the marching band
  see i pack em and like pakistan the souljas in afghanistan it's gucci mane the african and im a black republican
  see my watch is frosted flacks and my chain to casam call me gucci mane gamasam i come from burmaham
  thats my alabama atlanta riding in a phantom my purple lamb my purple phantom smoking green marijuana
  and the aroma from the arizona stronger the phenomia call me gucci mane im looking at you baby girl im on
  cause i wont yah and i got yah got yah rite were i wont yah the aroma of the arizona stronger the phenomia gucci!

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  Get Like Me

  Get like me - DJ Scream ft Yung Joc
  (Chorus)
  just bought a zone, J's on my feet
  im on that patrone so get like me (2x)
  er'body love me, im so fly
  niggas throw the deuces er'time i ride by
  er' er'body love me, im so fly
  niggas throw the deuces er'time i ride by
  Yung Joc:
  cmon tell me what it do
  i do it for the A
  when the top drop rock the platinum CAR-DEE-AY
  got the microsoft, they call me Bill Gates
  links around my neck looking like i bill gates
  im Mr. Amacove, yeah i got da pumps
  pockets on swoh, looking like they got the mumps
  i mount my change, gotta get the riches
  sprung a look a thangs, yall gettin JC pendants
  pass that patrone, the limes right thur
  rock wit it, lean wit it in my night gurr
  wink my eye at your bitch now she wishes she could touch
  see the J's on my feet as she love the diamond cuts, fresh to death, everyday, like i jump up out the casket
  ask chino dollar bout that dope boi magic
  connect it like apartments, keep one in the cartridge, chevy seats ostrich, nigga im starvin'
  (Chorus)
  Lil Boosie:
  ok im on that patrone, im on that dro
  im on a couple pill, dont fuck wit the blow
  ya boy style back, miss the zodiac
  gotta stay high, rollin on the sack
  my niggas in the room, left to the right
  we rappers on 3, thats the westside
  watch us 2 step, throw the head back
  im in the strip club, cuz thats my trap
  yall better know it, bay da on the hill
  one in the chamber, 50 on the trail
  all the hos love me, they best friends like me
  popped a couple pills now i got them hos dikin'
  hit me on the phone, catch me on the screen
  14 grands on the purp for the 3
  dress to impress, gotta stay fresh
  roll wit ya boy and your fuckin wit the best
  (Chorus)
  DJ Scream:
  take it to the hand, toss it on back
  gimme that patrone we dont want no yack
  i see u, u see me
  (yup)fresh to death from my head to my feet
  gotta bad bitch and she gotta bad bitch
  so when we hit the do' now we got yo bitch
  dont get mad, you keep it cool
  i hang wit them goons and the boyz keep'em too
  i hussle all day, imagine how i live, stack the big faces throw away dem dollar bills
  its like a fairy tale, you can call me robin hood
  read from dem suckas and i drop it in the hood
  neighborhood trapstar in starbucks
  tell me where i go and i leave star strucked

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  Brand New

  Yung joc (sup)
  What it do nephew
  All brand new sh*t
  It aint my fault
  (it's not my fault partna)
  That everything you get is used
  (you prolly cant help that)
  And i buy all my sh*t brand new
  (i dont have a problem with spending the money ya know)
  When i walk into the room they choose
  (i mean im yung joc man)
  Cuz they know my whips my ice is brand new
  From my fitted down to my shoes
  I enter the room and your b*tch might choose
  Look me up and down from my head to toe
  They point the exit then i tell em lets go
  S5 dont forget the fifty
  What it cost me? about a hundred fifty
  Damn whats this? why so sticky
  Thats good kush woulda cost ya bout a hundred fifty
  Still on another level still brand new
  Lookin at the sky through that panaromic view
  She say she like my jeans even like my sneaks
  Thats the new guccis 500 a piece
  I make her smile and i smile back
  Check the doors caddystones ya i bought that
  Baby we can go to paris or toronto
  Brand new shades whose that
  Never drive the same car twice
  You still buying chains
  Im in there chipping ice
  Ya know is it real or fake
  How much a killa make
  Im bout owning something ya digg real estate
  Im in the '08 escalade with brand new gucci shades
  Im flanging it singing it we staying up for days
  You know my entourage i does it extra large
  Blue bezels for my nizzles double what you charge
  So whenever u see me you know im fresh2death
  French tip on my nails and now my hair is fresh
  In some brand new clothes with some brand new hoes
  Is that phantom doors on that brand new rolls
  On another level blue rose petals and when
  I walk the the block i make everyone wanna talk alot
  To brag and boast that aint my style
  To high signing and profile
  I'd rather blow a pound with my pound and do what you say
  I let her fantasize
  Im a fanstay
  She couldnt fathom us f*cking on top of phantom seats
  Now we worldwide speaking different laguages
  Now can ya hang with it
  Im a boss girl you looking for a job
  F*ck me on your lunch break and you're sure to star
  Get a raise when that brain keep me in a daze
  Custom made suede gucci shoes im on another page
  And my money so long
  My money so long
  I sware my money so long
  Versalagos just for the car doors
  This the main event those niggers is side shows
  Where i reside oh you consider the side oh
  Ashtray and peanuts its time to slide off
  Where i reside oh you consider the side oh
  Ashtray and peanuts its time you slide off
  Yung joc what it do nephew
  All brand new sh*t
  Dat boi
  Im gonna smoke on out like that dere
  Im gonna jump off in this brand new car i got
  Brand new shoes brand new outfit
  This brand new sac of chronic i got
  Now im lookin a this b*tch like oh ya im acting all brand new
  I dont even know you fo real
  Thats the business
  See ya
  It aint my fault
  It aint my fault
  It aint my fault
  Everything you got is used
  Thats a used chain
  Nigga had that chain on like 4 years ago
  There some used shoes you got
  Your automobile is used
  Nigga you dont even...all that shit nigga
  Your b*tch is used too nigga
  Yeah it's all hood though
  It aint my fault
  We just gonna keep doing it
  So brand new

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  BYOB

  Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot
  Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
  Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not
  Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock
  Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
  I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
  Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up
  Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor
  Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
  Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
  Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers
  cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
  Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker!
  Yeahhhhhhhh
  Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city
  Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin
  Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty
  Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy
  I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
  Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
  I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
  I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and
  Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar
  Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi
  I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
  Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near
  Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year
  Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
  Roof on fire, sound the alarm
  We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn)
  Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2
  Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
  Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help
  On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette
  I need a material girl in a material world
  Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl
  Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit

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  Make A Movie

  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  Wanna see some actors
  Take ya ass to the movies.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  I'm off in the trap, with the trappers and the toolies.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  A hundred goons with me and security cant move me.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  Ima do my own stunts when I make this movie.
  Yeeeah bitch im flyin' in that flying spur, moon walking like thriller,
  Clutchin' that nina ross, bumpin ross yeah im trilla.
  Hood nigga in my trunk ma'gilla, gorilla,
  Here lizard-lizard bitch im sittin' on godzilla!
  I got alzheimers cuz I got old money.
  I made the fourps listen that was just show money.
  You musta played in Jason, you fallin' in this movie,
  I shoulda starred in like mike, I'm ballin' in this movie.
  I'm living Harlem Nights wit big birds and mobsters,
  You live on Sesame Street wit big bird and Oscar!
  Wanna be mad at me? I bet tha choppa change ya posture.
  You play on Graze Antamony cuz you gon need a doctor.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  Wanna see some actors
  Take ya ass to the movies.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  I'm off in the trap, with the trappers and the toolies.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  A hundred goons with me and security cant move me.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  Ima do my own stunts when I make this movie.
  Yeeah I'm hell boy, the block hotter than hells kitchen.
  To me yall just a simple case of pulp fiction.
  Passion of the Christ, ya betta count ya blessings,
  I am not Will Smith but bitch I am legend.
  I got a transporter bring the work from California.
  The whip southside and yeah its a transformer.
  I give ya bitch the cable guy like im Jim Carey, have her
  Askin' questions like, why did I get married? Or did I do
  That? like I'm Steve Urkel, ask me what I'm smokin' yeah thats
  That color purple. I monster ball when I'm off in Vegas.
  Playin 21 and yeah I got them smokin' aces.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  Wanna see some actors
  Take ya ass to the movies.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  I'm off in the trap, with the trappers and the toolies.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  A hundred goons with me and security cant move me.
  Watch me make a movie
  Watch me make a movie
  Ima do my own stunts when I make this movie.
  A nigga flexing we call him the lion king.
  5 Carats on my pinky, lord of the rings.
  The phantom of the opera cost me bout 300,
  You push a look-a-like, a Chrysler 300.
  So now I'm cool running, get tha playa hatas. I got some
  Boyz in the hood, make some great debators. New Joc city, yeah
  Its goin down, let me introduce you to the fam.
  Come and meet the Browns.
  The work goes around and come around like boomerang
  And we got the trap jumpin' call it money train.
  The snitches talkin' to the robo cops I'm tellin' ya.

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  1st Time

  There ain't nobody else to talk about
  Hey love, you remember your first time?
  Get dat with a real nigga? Heh, heh, heh
  Well, let's talk about it
  It ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
  There ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
  Ah, hold on this ain't no love song, mo' like a cut song
  You say your day was long, well, tell daddy what's wrong
  I'ma tell ya one time just relax and unwind
  Whisper sweet nothings now you're blushin' chills down your spine
  Oh yeah, you hot and tempted, oh no, not pretty Rickie
  But when you 'Grind on Me', I'ma leave you hot and trippin'
  Just slip in them satin sheets now go on and roll over
  Oh yeah, it's up and down motions like a roller coaster
  I see you up on top, you all on my 'Joc'
  I'ma do it non-stop until yo' cherry pop
  I'ma keep goin' and goin', the Energizer Bunny
  Mister Long John all in your tummy
  It ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
  There ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
  Won't ya let me introduce ya to thug Kama Sutra?
  This ain't no lovey dovey but watch how I seduce ya
  Girl I'm the man, I-I-I'm the man
  I push the right buttons and there's sex on demand
  Oh yeah, I like it slow baby, be easy
  Ooh, watch your teeth baby, be easy
  Tell me yo' Vicky Secrets, tell me all the dirt
  You smell like peaches, must be Bath and Body Works
  Love the way yo' body work, I'ma make yo' body rock
  Once you climax, you feel the aftershock
  I know I got'cha hooked on this lovin'
  Don't get it twisted, ccuttin', baby
  It ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
  There ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
  Yeah, I know, I know, I still ain't went soft
  But I gotta go let's hit the shower baby, it's time to rinse off
  I'll wash yours, you wash mine, I'll adore it the first time
  I blew yours, you blew mine, sometimes I'll drop you a line
  But look, don't tell nobody just keep it on the low
  Not yo' best friend, not yo' cousin, nobody's gotta know
  I know it sounds crazy but that's just how it is
  Yung J O C, long live, long live
  It ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you her and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty best beware
  There ain't nothin' like the first time
  I'm tryin' to tell you I can blow your mind
  Baby, if I touch you here and kiss you there
  Gonna fall in love shorty you best beware
  Mmm hmm, yeah I know y'all wasn't expectin' that
  Welcome to 'New Joc City'

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  WHAM

  Joc you ready
  This the Nitti beat
  Hah, yeah
  No time for games baby
  Tell her what she wanna hear Joc
  You grown, I’m grown, We grown, Let’s do grown up things, Ya dig
  (Chorus)-Slim
  Shawty wanna break it down, down, down, down, down, down
  Bust it open for me, bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
  Shawty like to move that thing Left to the right, left to the right, left to the right
  Bust it open for me bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
  (Background)- Joc
  Do it Wham, Do it Wham, Do it Wham, Do it Wham
  Verse 1- Joc
  Damn she pop bars
  Plus that lil move that she doin on the flo gotta nigga rock hard
  Call me cookie Monsta eat that thang for dinner
  You gone fuck around and make me pull it out and put it in ya (in ya)
  Juicy, Juice in them thongs when I bend-a
  Ova then I cutter like a sword from a ninja
  I been stroking, I aint, in the back of the phantom, legs up, doors open- mayne
  Similar to Chris Brown, I teller to run it (Run it)
  that arch in her back, now im digging in her stomach
  Like a bill collector, she keep runnin from it
  Neighbors hearin Screams so they think the house is haunted
  (Chorus 1x)- Slim
  Verse 2- Joc
  I remember that night, at club ?????
  I was on Ciroc on the rocks, she was Goosed up
  Headed out the door, down the street to the Flame
  Your homegirl was working so we went and threw some change
  Bout 2 O’clock on the dot we was out
  You, Me and her bucket naked on my couch
  All I remember, it was in December,
  Her name was September, munchin on my timber-mayne
  Then I went and pinned her down and we was round two’n it
  And you was in the middle of us two an’ now we doin it
  Blowin on my blowpop, Now they both is chewin it
  By the way they do it I can tell they aint new to this
  (Chorus 1x)- Slim
  (Joc) Ha Ha that’s right, we gone end this thing right
  Aye, Lets Go
  Verse 3- Joc
  When im on my tippy toes, you know im in my zone
  She want me to beep beep all night long
  And play wit that pussy, I man up in it
  Im juggin in her box, I stand up in it
  I said im playin wit that pussy, I man up in it
  Im juggin in her box, watch me stand up in it
  (Chorus 1x)- Slim
  See imam give em what they want

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  Ringtone

  {Intro}
  Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
  Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
  Ringtone, yo ringtone, yo ringtone let me be yo ringtone
  Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
  Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone
  Ringtone, yo ringtone, yo ringtone let me be yo ringtone
  {Chorus male female}
  Let me be yo ringtone
  You can be my ringtone
  Baby let me sing a song
  Baby you can sing a song
  When I ring...
  When you ring...
  Yo phone
  My phone
  {Chorus female male}
  Yes you can be my ringtone
  I can be yo ringtone
  Baby come & sing a song
  Baby ima sing a song
  When you ring...
  When I ring...
  My phone
  Ya phone
  {Verse 1 Miss B}
  Oh yeah you know the deal its Miss Behavin baby
  And im just being real you need to lose ya lady
  See im off in the club lookin for groupie
  Someone to do me good a superman a superthug
  You know the dealie-o I aint no silly ho
  I got that kill bill better than purple kush & dro
  See thats what kush is for it gets you high baby
  You touch the sky baby feel like you can fly baby
  See im the type of chick thats gotta have her own
  shot of that patruice that goose mixed with patron
  Goose get you loose patron get you gone
  Now he all in my ear give da number to my phone
  {Chorus male female}
  Let me be yo ringtone
  You can be my ringtone
  Baby let me sing a song
  Baby you can sing a song
  When I ring...
  When you ring...
  Yo phone
  My phone
  {Chorus female male}
  Yes you can be my ringtone
  I can be yo ringtone
  Baby come & sing a song
  Baby ima sing a song
  When you ring...
  When I ring...
  My phone
  Yo phone
  {Verse 2 Yung Joc}
  Now when I count to uno dos tres Baby I need you to be undressed
  Let me show you im the best
  Catch it there you can kiss my chest
  Im not Usher but I confess them other suckas cant contest
  Exchange freaky dialect bend you ova then ima jet
  Say my name say my name now I can help relieve your stress
  Say my name say my name so deep you feel it in ya chest
  Extreme precaution cause its slippery when wet
  Baby let me be yo ringtone we'll call it phone sex
  {Chorus male female}
  Let me be yo ringtone
  You can be my ringtone
  Baby let me sing a song
  Baby you can sing a song
  When I ring...
  When you ring...
  Yo phone
  My phone
  {Chorus female male}
  Yes you can be my ringtone
  I can be yo ringtone
  Baby come & sing a song
  Baby ima sing a song
  When you ring...
  When I ring...
  My phone
  Yo phone
  {Verse 3 Miss B & Yung Joc}
  Yep im supercool {cool} im superfresh
  Yeah but you gotta be it when you fuckin with a nigga like me cause im a vet
  Wrap my legs around yo neck
  Sound good baby tell me whats next
  Crack & weed I got that effect
  Got me flow like im on X
  I hear ya boy "she's a beast"
  Sweat drip from my Jesus peace
  Keep that thang like she's a beast
  Dick so good you grit yo teeth
  Eat this pussy like a feast on yo knees like you a preist
  You & me between the sheets
  {Both}
  Damn it 7 days a week
  {Chorus male female}
  Let me be yo ringtone
  You can be my ringtone

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  'bout It (Feat. Feat. 3lw)

  3LW:
  (Chorus)
  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do like a fus like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  Yung Joc:
  Ill get your mind off ties
  Cause the hustla don't stop
  If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc
  The money don't flip then the block ain't hot
  If she don't scream your name then your game just shot
  I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss
  Ill drop a couple stacks and watch your ass get lost
  Joc the real shit Shorty bes believe that
  If you ain't ride till die
  Bring them car keys back
  Take your foot off the brake
  Baby gon ride out
  If them suckas wanna hate Put um in time out
  I get that cake you'll soon find out
  If you ever cross me you'll get crossed out
  3LW:
  I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
  Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
  Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
  Cause we can ride b straight to the top
  Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
  Cause I dont care what im lookin like
  I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
  (Chorus)
  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do like a fus like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  Yung Joc:
  Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
  I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
  Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
  Put your click in chick if you step outta line
  I ain't Kanye but I been thru the wire
  Couple more albums before I retire
  Most of these rappers ain't nothin but liars
  How are they The Killers when they sing in the choir?
  Straight from the bottom and im tryin' to get higher
  Too many strikes, Got too many priors
  Messin with us like playin with fire
  Get your wick split, time to meet your messiah
  3LW:
  I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
  Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
  Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
  Cause we can ride b straight to the top
  Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
  Cause I dont care what im lookin like
  I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
  (Chorus)
  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do like a fus like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  Now I been walking up this road tryin' to find which way to go
  Tryin' to pull my faith
  Sometimes it seems like I don't know
  Now I gotta chance to touch ?
  And the answers right in front of me
  Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
  (Chorus)
  You think you know me but you have no idea
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do like a fus like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)
  (Chorus)
  You think you know me but you have no idea (No Idea!)
  Act like you bout it
  Well lemme put this in your ear
  If you really bout it
  Do like a fus like you don't care
  If you bout it
  I dont doubt it
  Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

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  A Couple Grand

  [Chorus]
  A couple grand price tag on your head leave you laying where you stand
  A couple grand price tag on your head on your head on your your head
  A couple grand price tag on your head price tag on your head
  A couple grand price tag on your head leave you laying where you stand
  [Verse 1]
  Watch him die slow then his eyes roll in the back of his head
  now his body cold a couple grand a couple shots
  couple drip drops now your leakin won't stop bitch
  I'm the man just ask block
  shots rang out you could hear it for a couple blocks
  bitch whats my name call me Yung Joc
  I got a great aim all I need is one shot
  everybody talking in my neighborhood I got great lawyers
  cause my paper good leave your body riddled wheezing and coughing
  here your body lye box five in monica coffin
  you fuck with mine I'll cause your life line
  I'm a graffiti paint chalk outlines
  and the worst part (What it is) is I'm not a coward
  visit your wake and give your mama dead flowers
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 2]
  This is not a movie (cut) no reruns (aww)
  all sales final no refunds
  once I make the payment the hits out
  I'm not Jeezy I ain't swappin shit out
  first I tell'em (what you tell'em)
  where I what done in the back yard
  ight in front of your son then I tell'em (what you tell'em)
  where to drop him off in the Chattahoochie
  with his dick chopped off (damn)
  yeah it sounds harsh but it's well deserved
  feed his ass to the sharks for hors d'oeuvres
  no remorse no pity
  this could happen to you in New Joc City
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3]
  I gotta couple killers down in free trail
  put glass in your boogie shit your guts leak out
  the sheriff call your mother and she freak out
  got her hittin member up got him on speed dial
  ooh it ain't nothing but a call away
  come home find your baby sister in the hallway
  911 but it's too late
  she looking like a maxi pad bleeding through the duct tape
  [Chorus]

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  Fuck U Pay Me

  Ridin 2 the hood yeah i got that good in the bac of the lac and this fuc u pay me A hot 16 if u know what i mean just holla at my guys know me fuc u pay me 2 my hoes in the club if they ain't showing luv put your finger in his face and tell him fuc u pay me if u all about them dollas then let me hear u holla candy paint the impala nigga fuc u pay me
  [Yung Joc:]
  they call me laffy taffy this ain't no bubble gum im a real nigga and this a trap song if your girl choose let her do her thing said that on another song and ain't shit change when u peep the swag tell me what u see grade A hustler certified G and yeah i jock get's all the honey's playboy bunnies murda mummies those the 1that get the money yeah i know u c it and if u choose the hate then pimpin so b jock of all trades a hundred and one different hustle just 2 get paid i love your lady face so when tissle how i taste did i strike a nerve oops my badd gone kick bac roll a bag take a drag and if she show me love then pimp she ain't yearn's oh what's your as nigga let it burn
  what it do lil nigga im trynna get paid watch sunny hit the set in his new escalade i got it made plasma screen in my car and im jammin on some screw purple drink in my jar M-16 fuc the law and them haters us NorthSide niggas roc black like the raiders got pounds at my bitch crib always counting stacks only i know where she live ain't no getting jack at the club acting badd neva had a dad pouring out liquor 4 my lil nigga chad fake fuc niggas get dealt with quick damn sumethin stink sunny v he the shit commity that's the click fuc u pay me we rich over the sky in helicopters baby we rich i wish a nigga would yeah it's all good i got gators in the pool in the middle of the hood
  Brand new J's on my feet what these pussy niggas think they know bout me mister itsy meige im cold wit a fever my complex baby girl i might leave u with your eye contact hit my sweet two times pass i puff thrax girl we some wise guys me and jock on the trac sunny v he the sauce hit the block just 2 floss got an 87 flee 7 coats xtra gloss lookin mean on the scene so clean im a kill em it's a new epidemic bird flu im a kill em wipe your feet on my floor mats im talkin picture perfect moments made 4 kodak all that bullshit gotta stop betta know that i bought a mini 14 as throwback U can hit me on my phone and if i don't answer im probably some where stickin Dic in a dancer

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  Dope Boy Magicshow lyrics

  Dope Boy Magic

  When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Numba one
  Turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders two
  A fresh pair of mariallen gators three
  Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late
  Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted
  Cotton candy coated Benz 7 grams of
  Presidential blowing in tha wind
  At 4am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
  In my neighbour hood so what now got one
  O left you can snatch it 4 the seven
  Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
  12 kreepin threw the hood like Jason keep it moven
  Friday 13th but bitch this ain't a movie
  I was only 14 when I dropped my first deal
  Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala
  I recorded this at 2:15 left dop boi magic beatin' through your 15s
  When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Supa calafragiilistic expealidotious
  Chino is the dopest worken water like moses
  Tadaow check my footwork its dope boi magic
  How it match my ice and t shirt I'm packing and stacking bread
  Ducking and dogen feds a hoe wid sum good head shawty I love dat
  It ain't no secret just look at my 26s every time you see me
  Make you move like russle simmons check my position
  I'm the boss of some wise guys wanna know sum well teach you how birds fly
  Show you how gats cry trap or ya fucking die hit it wid da soda
  Bring it back wid sum fia fia say OO my look what it done to me
  That dope boi magic got me rich as I wanna be
  Say OO my look what it done to me got me rich as I wanna be
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Numba one
  Turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders two
  A fresh pair of mariallen gators three
  Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late
  Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted
  Cotton candy coated Benz 7 grams of
  Presidential blowing in tha wind
  At 4am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
  In my neighbour hood so what now got one
  O left you can snatch it 4 the seven
  Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
  12 kreepin threw the hood like Jason keep it moven
  Friday 13th but bitch this ain't a movie
  I was only 14 when I dropped my first deal
  Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala
  I recorded this at 2:15 left dop boi magic beatin' through your 15s
  When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  4 tha last couple years I been maken dope tracks
  Ridden threw tha city wida A on my hat
  Nitty keep sum work just ask Mrs Beat
  Say you needa hit nigga come see me
  Spend 20 gz I can put you in tha game
  My beats cost bird fare nitty got game
  Quick to make hit just ask JB
  Dope boi millionaire thats me
  When I drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
  How you do that I call it dope boi magic
  I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket

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  Don't Play wit Itshow lyrics

  Don't Play wit It

  What it is man (sup?)
  Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
  Yeah, you wan' know somethin? (What'chu wanna know nigga?)
  I'ma take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know
  I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man
  (Preach on) Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money
  Your re-up shit ain't right (nope, nope)
  Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
  (Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y'all
  This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin
  You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin
  Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
  Like AT&T; I reach out and I touch a man
  Or I can let it go cause it ain't nuttin man
  But naw it's the principle so fuck what you sayin
  E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that
  So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback (shhh)
  Cause you don't want to piss me off
  And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal
  See I cain't help it, that's just how we get down
  Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown
  Yeahhh I know, you think I'm bluffin
  'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in
  Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in
  You say "I don't know" then your blood start gushin
  I done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice)
  Fuckin with my paper, you're fuckin wit'cha life (wit'cha life)
  Don't play with it (blam) don't play with it (blam)
  Don't play with it (blam) nigga don't play with it (blam)
  Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man
  Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand
  Fuckin with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast
  Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag
  Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad
  Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass
  I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack
  Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah)
  I ain't trippin now I'm lettin 'em pass, got that ass
  So I'm in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat
  Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
  Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that?
  I ain't feelin that, pay me for my fuckin pack
  E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that (nah)
  See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out
  Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot
  Better know the repercussions fuckin with my dividends
  Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen
  Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans
  If ye ain't tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin
  All I'm sayin; don't try to play me like I'm soft
  Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off
  That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
  Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce
  Fuckin with my paper - ye ain't right
  I'ma send them gators - in the middle of the night
  Let 'em split your tater - in front your wife
  No one can save ya - put out your lights
  C'mon man
  That ain't how you do the shit bruh
  Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit
  That ain't the shit to be fuckin with
  It's hard out'chea in these streets nigga
  Fuckin people fuckin wit'cha
  Niggaz rattin and shit
  That ain't what's up dawg
  It's the big dawg Diesel

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  Picture Perfectshow lyrics

  Picture Perfect

  Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
  I hear you daddy
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, I'm blowin' on some good lime, skatin' down two eighty-five
  Wouldn't believe half of the shit that's skatin' through a nigga mind
  Seven forty-five complimented with leather and wood
  Chickens on my dick, 'cause a nigga fresh and smellin good
  Jack boys plottin' for my stacks on deck
  Wanna put the tech to my chest for the ice on my neck
  Oh yeah, it's easy to attain it all, harder to maintain it all
  If you want a perfect picture only God can paint it dawg
  Niggaz in these videos with multi-platinum projects
  Can't even get credit cards and they momma stay in projects
  How is that? Scracth my head, somethin' don't seem right
  Your teeth full of ice so when you smile I seen lights
  Seems like I'm hatin', I'm just statin' the facts
  I ain't fin' ta smile in your face and put a blade in your back
  Now, now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks
  'Cause everything ain't picture perfect nigga listen to the hook
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, I'm off in Magic City, trickin' off on ass and titties
  Bitches blowin' me kisses, makin' me wanna hit it
  I must admit it got a good chick and she been holdin' me down
  But I ain't fuck around, there's too much shit goin' 'round
  Like the rims on my pickup, scared to get my dick sucked
  Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
  Pick up the pieces to the fuckin' puzzle
  I'm affiliated with niggaz who murder rob and hustle
  Plus you think I'm ballin' 'cause I'm poppin' Crist' and spendin' G's
  I'm just tryin' to drink away the pain that killed my nigga Steve
  Nigga please, I ain't shit, cookies and cream
  Feelin' like Marvin, it make me wanna holla and scream
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Now half the shit you doin' already been done
  And that's why half my niggaz dead, locked up or on the run
  That dope money ain't sufficient, it don't last always
  Niggaz trap all night, in project hallways
  All day long, niggaz front like stars
  On them big ass rims, that cost more than they cars
  Spent three hundred on the outfit, a hundred on some Nikes
  But his baby needs wipes diapers and Pedialite
  And you probably got a cousin, brother or a friend
  And this song sound like him from beginnin' to end
  Then again it might be me and I'm tired of the nonsense
  Can't sleep at night 'cause I got a guilty conscience
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  I'm choppin' twenty-fo's, blowin' good 'dro
  Yeah, I got plenty hoes but life ain't picture perfect
  Yeah, you see the ice and I dress nice
  Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect
  Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see?
  Can't you see? Can't you see?

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  500 Horsesshow lyrics

  500 Horses

  I walk in my garage (yeah boy)
  I got a lot of choices (yeah boy)
  Should I ride the Benz
  Or should I ride the Porsche
  Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces
  I need to build a stable, to hold all of my horses (yeah boy)
  I got 455, imagine having two
  Yeah, this is how it feels ridin' 500 horses
  I can't hear the music, the pipe's too noisy
  This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses
  High speed chase twelve(?) can't catch me
  Five hundred horses, that's a stampede
  Young, rich, and thuggin' plus the whole hood?
  Pullin' off the lot lookin' like I push big block
  '69 Camaro 396 big block
  All original interior I like my shit stock
  I'm the way to MLK I gotta make a pit stop
  Pull up to the rim shop flip flop, swag it out
  Porsche truck super sport, take it to my partner's house
  Four cups of that ocean spray, lookin like a tidal wave
  No leans? check out what the title say
  Harley Davidson truck pullin' up I got the right of way
  Perforated leather smell like? in night or day
  Connected all over the place, 52 United States
  ?, kiss my ass,? license plate
  I walk in my garage, I got a lot of choices
  Should I ride the Benz, or should I ride the Porsche?
  Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces
  I need to build a stable to hold all of my horses
  I got 455, imagine havin' two, yeah
  This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses
  I can't hear the music, the pipe's too noisy
  This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses
  I got 500 horses, the whip got me giddyup
  Where your top go? Man I had to get rid of her
  Take your shoes off baby doll before you sit in here
  Boom, then we gone, bout 150 m-p-h
  Pullin out the old school, just so I can see 'em hate
  Runnin through the city lights, watchin' for the city cops
  Got these people breakin they neck to see my diddy bop
  Could've had the 'maro but I'm always in the Challengers
  10 stacks to race, do I have any challengers?
  Wet like a?, 500 horses, that's 500 W's, I'm rackin' up on pink slips
  You can tell them little ponies I got 500 horses
  And when it come to hoes I got like 500 choices
  beat turned up loud
  Lean in my cup
  , yeah the kush bag loud
  Ran up my check, old school back in the shop again
  Call momma candy tell 'em go back in my block again
  Ooh, look I'm peelin out, lookin' like a star
  Hit the club racked up, I might just buy the bar
  Turbo twin pipe, hit the gas I'm on that fast shit
  Money, money, money, money, all about that cash shit
  Old schools, new schools, Lambos, Porsches

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  What She Likeshow lyrics

  What She Like

  (Feat. Yo Gotti)
  Chorus:
  I know what she like,
  I know what she like in the morning!
  When she’s lonely,
  I like it when she moanin'
  When she on it
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  She like it when I tickle that
  When I sit it on her back
  She like it when I toss that ass
  Or flip her like a acrobat
  She dig it when I dig in that
  Squeeze that ass she pleased with that
  She like it when I make her lose her mind
  Just like that jeezy cat
  We was on that....
  I never said a word...
  Imma leave with that, gon creep with that
  Gon sleep with that, Make her pay a fee for that
  She like the way I tax that ass, wax that ass
  Now bring it back
  Them legs cocked, knees bent, face off in my pillow
  bitch
  She scremin' joc cause she in shock
  She like it in the mornin
  Chorus:
  I know what she like
  I know what she like
  I know what she like
  I know what she like!
  I know what she like in the morning!
  When she’s lonely,
  I like it when she’s…
  When she’s..
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  Six o’clock in the mornin
  I wake up to head
  She’s my alarm clock,
  My breakfast in bed
  I like them red
  I like them dark
  I like it soft, She like him hard
  In the morning,
  I swear to God I’ma beat it up!
  Assault charge
  She lovin’ it!
  She touch her toes!
  I’m touching it,
  I know!
  To be told,…
  Cause she keep on dreaming it,
  Oh,…complaints… I just keep on beating it,
  I know what she like
  I know what she like
  I know what she like
  I know what she like!
  I know what she like in the morning!
  When she’s lonely,
  I like it when she’s…
  When she’s..
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  I’m kissing her on the knee,
  Girl you know….
  Scratching on my…
  What she like, what she like?
  What she like, what she like?
  What she like, what she like?
  What she like, what she like?
  I know what she like it,
  I know what she like it!
  I know what she like it,
  I know what she like it!
  In the morning, what she own it,
  What she moan it,
  What she like, what she like, oh?
  What she like, what she like, oh?

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  Hell Yeahshow lyrics

  Hell Yeah

  Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah)
  Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah)
  You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah)
  Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah)
  Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
  Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
  Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
  Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha
  Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now
  E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G.
  Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak
  Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood
  350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good
  Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could
  On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood
  Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies
  I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies
  Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck
  Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
  What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp
  Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp
  If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc
  The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop
  Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin
  And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question
  Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams
  Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin
  I love the streets boi, I fuck with D boy
  Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy
  Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe
  So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!)
  I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe
  All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo'
  From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood
  Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would
  Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel
  I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live
  Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man!
  C'mon check this out
  Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$
  The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished
  I know, you see it, think twice to believe it
  Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming
  Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back
  The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack
  C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill

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  Yung Nigga (Interlude)show lyrics

  Yung Nigga (Interlude)

  Dat nigga might be dope though.
  Naw dat ain't dope.
  Dat nigga young, what is this nigga 23?
  He on''t even remember the "Smurfs" the "Snorks" or nothin'.
  Young ass nigga, what is he rappin' about?
  What the fuck is he....

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  Hustlenomic$

  Alright boys and girls
  You finally made it to the end of the album
  I hope you learned somethin
  But the best is yet to come
  (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)
  Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
  Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
  Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
  Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long
  You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
  Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
  I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
  I'll rock 'til the motherfuckin feds come knockin
  The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
  Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
  I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
  Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
  I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
  Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
  And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
  I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now
  I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
  Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
  Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
  I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)
  Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
  This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
  I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
  I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
  Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
  Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
  Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
  Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
  And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
  Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
  Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
  Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
  Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
  Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
  Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
  Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin
  Hahahahahaha
  If you made it to this portion of the album
  Give yourselves a round of applause man
  I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
  For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
  To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
  To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
  Hustlenomic$ is what it is
  It's not a campaign for motherfuckin attention
  This is what I do
  Like I said, if you listen to this shit

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  Hustlemania (Skit)show lyrics

  Hustlemania (Skit)

  Lets play Hustlemania!
  I will be your host, Randell O.G. Cartright The Third.
  Last weeks contestants won over 1 million dollars cash in prizes.
  This weeks contestant is Pak Man.
  Tonights show is brought to you by Hush Lotion.
  If you're not sure, dont raise your hands, just Hushhhhhhh.
  Okay Pak man, are you ready to play Hustlemania?
  ay you know it
  okay if you would please, if could you please pick a topic from our hustlemania category.
  Yup, Ill take Got it for the low for a stack
  and so it is, got it for the low for a stack
  okay the question is, theres an 07 S550 mercades yung joc edition, with Ashanti's 22s, butterfly doors, refrigerated hccs worth over 200,000 dollars, how much would it be worth in the trap?
  well we aint payin full price for nuthin, half pimp
  Oh My god and he gets it right for a stack! Wow Pak Man you musta graduated from the IVY league.
  i aint never heard that before
  alright, if you could pick another from our Hustlemania category!
  Ahh imma stay with what i know carright, got if for the low!
  So be it! Got it for the low for 10 stack.
  Okay Theres 3 60inch Sony HD ready Flat Screens, A Brand new Frank Mular Icy Wrist Watch and a new set of 24" Dravins with 7" lips, and Pirellis Zero Rubberbands. Where would you go first?
  A. The Police to make a great deal and cash in on your award.
  B. Your Momma.
  C. The Trap
  D. None of the Above
  Boy Im not a snitch, my momma woulda whoop my ass, so you know its the trap.
  Oh my Pak Man guess what?
  what?
  you've just 1 million dollars in the hustlemania!
  OHHHHHHH!! Its goin down up in here
  are you serious
  wo wo wo wo
  pak man, you've also just won two tickets to the hustle crew

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  Gettin' To Da Moneyshow lyrics

  Gettin' To Da Money

  I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
  I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
  I-I be I be getting I be getting I be - I be getting I be getting I be
  I be getting I be getting I be get - I be get - I be
  I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
  I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
  I-I be I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be getting I be get (OHH)
  I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be get - I be I I I
  That right~! Talk to 'em; let's go
  I'm getting to da money twenty-four seven, ain't shit changed
  The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name
  I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance
  Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances
  Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (CAKED UP)
  Got murder men for hire now the (MURDER RATE UP)
  If snitches on the block, now the (TIP WAY UP)
  Block E-N-T bitch (YOU CAN'T FADE US)
  Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shhhh)
  Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went
  When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind
  I can make my money flip fo' times in no time
  Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units
  Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity
  Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin
  Shake the stack, nigga chopper go BRRRAP, at your medulla
  Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice
  Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order
  Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings
  Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay
  Plus I, get to da money like casinos
  A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe
  Ahh - you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay
  Girl and boy, fuck the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ
  Yeah, yeah
  Shorty who you bank with - the streets of America
  Who you roll with - the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya
  What that Chevy sittin on - oh it's them deuce-deuce Derringers
  What about yo' connects - Pablo from South America
  Where you stash the money - that shoebox in the closet
  How you move the work - I buy it and you haul it
  How you handle hoes - my nigga you call it
  Tell 'em how the game goes - keep ballin and stop stallin
  Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo'
  Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo
  And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga

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  Flip Flopshow lyrics

  Flip Flop

  yea, yung joc listen
  here baby yea won't you make ya
  move ya best move
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
  ridin in ya chevrolet drop top
  we can do alot of things wit the top dropped
  i see ya flossin like a boss babe
  oo suga make me wanna break you off babe
  shawty wat it is whats on ya mind?
  ya miss me fresh out hit da button top recline
  im glowing on the pine down martin luther king
  im looking like a dream cause the chevy so clean
  dem j's on gleam check my gangsta lean
  gorillas in my trunk so you know just how im vean?
  dem peanut butter guts so plush is wat im used ta hit the turbo booster
  the mr. throw the duece up
  paint still drippin like it's fresh up out the shower
  12 in the cut a couple shots of blunt power?
  i rep dat fo' five flat lands eighty V
  i skate off in the woods southside shady P (shady p)
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
  yo, yo pull up in da seven seven cutlas and im throwed
  got the swivel seats good shift and flow
  underneath the hood gotta fo'54
  plus the brain blowed out so i can blow out my dro
  chrome pipes roarin like lion in the jungle
  be careful not to stumble they know i got that work by the bundle
  catch me wit a quarter piece
  somethin from the middle east
  show em' the decator streets
  laid back in these ostrich seats
  im in the hood makin deals on the cell phone
  peakin at that ass crack bustin out that lil thong
  fuck em good grippin wood is how i get my gangsta on
  pussy nigga try ima put one in ya thinkin dome
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
  well ima keep it simple dont i ride clean? (yea)
  white cutlas wit the beat down system
  all black caddillac parailez on the tire flip flop candypaint the bitches goin wild
  my engine gotta hemmy hear me from a mile
  to when you see us comin bets believ its goin down
  catch me in the city it dont matter what it cost
  i can still get it wit the top peeled off
  like mj hit mo' mj jacket
  mj's on my feet just to match it
  p-i-m-p ima keep grindin'
  yall keep talking cause ima keep shinin'
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
  flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
  custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
  ridin in ya chevrolet drop top
  we can do alot of things wit the top dropped
  i see ya flossin like a boss babe

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  He Stayed in Trouble (Interlude)show lyrics

  He Stayed in Trouble (Interlude)

  Yo I can't here no music.
  What's this say here?
  They wanna know about this young man,
  well I'ma tell you about this young man, real fast.
  Cause that's what happens to everybody,
  they always wanna know what somebody else is doin', so here it go.
  From the westside
  AND the southside of Atlanta, Georgia, I bring you.....a trend setta.....
  Chino Doller's potna......Ms. B Fantley.....
  Block Entertainment's own....
  From Harper Highschool, Bannica Highschool.

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  Goin' Downshow lyrics

  Goin' Down

  This a nitty beat (boing)
  Here we go again
  Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)
  You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
  I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)
  Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc?)
  He resides in College Park (College Park cp)
  But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
  We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)
  Niggaz in my face
  Damn near er' day
  Asking a million questions like
  Joc where ya stay
  Tell 'em College Park
  Where they chop cars
  Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
  Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
  I'm on that patron so get like me
  69 cutlass wit the bucket seats
  Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
  Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
  Pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough
  If a girl choose let her do her thang
  Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain
  Er'body love me I'm so fly
  Niggaz throw the deuces er'time I ride by
  I know ya wonder why
  I'm so cool
  Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)
  Meet me in the trap its going down
  Meet me in the mall its going down
  Meet me in the club its going down
  Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down
  Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
  Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
  When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
  I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
  Time to flip the work make the block bump
  Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
  Dope Boy Magic seven days a week
  Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
  Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
  Lights camera action when I walk through the door
  Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
  Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
  Bitches in the back
  Black beamer coups
  Girls like girls time to recruit
  If ya got a problem say it to my face
  We can knuckle up any time any place
  Time to set it off let these nigga know
  Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
  I ride real slow no need to speed
  Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
  Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know
  I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
  Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye
  Ask 'em how I know its me surprise!
  Put it in the air rep where ya stay
  Take a step back blow the kush in they face
  Stunting is a habit let 'em see the karats
  I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it
  Yung Joc...
  Nitty strikes again
  This a Nitty beat
  Playmaker

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  Yung Joc

  welcome to Starblocks
  it's young dirty
  who sent you?
  its Young Dirty!
  oh okay what you need?
  hey I need some of them thangs, mayn.
  how many of em
  two of em, give me two.
  I got you, pull on around to the window pimp
  aiight shawty
  ay ay ay joc
  what up Patman
  cuh cuz out here say he need two of them thangs
  o yea he want two of em?
  yea, ay joc
  whatup?
  you know tha motto!
  hustle by any means nigga!
  First I take they order like the coffee shop
  then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
  and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
  (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
  okayy
  its just another day at the coffee shop
  I grab them coffee beans, time to heat them coffee pots
  turn them lights on, j's rush the parkin lot
  this the neighborhoods number one stop n shop
  no regular, we only serve the best
  for the low low, cheaper than the rest!
  I'm takin orders, tell me whos next
  only cash, no credit, no checks
  when your car stop, welcome to starblocks
  you wanna triple your knot? invest in our stock
  n now we doin numbers, like the closeout
  make sure you shop wit me, before its sold out
  First I take they order like the coffee shop
  then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
  and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
  (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
  cook it in the morning, sell it durin midday
  whipped cream the same color as your latte
  I tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe
  you can get the coca if you got tha get-it-green
  colombian, and I ain't talkin coffee beans
  12 to 12
  its always someone on the scene
  starblocks, we get it out by any means
  coffee shop, trap spot, hand to hand, get my guap
  pockets still ounce for ounce
  decafinated off the top
  rockstar, rollin rocks
  piano keys, work the block
  welcome to starblocks, we trap like the coffee shop... let go, see
  first I take they order like the coffee shop
  then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
  and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
  (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
  ah ha okay
  everybody on the block know my nick name
  when you drop by just ask for whip game
  and all my money get counted when the shifts change
  they get into it, ima let my four fifth bang
  if you need the number 1-800-starblocks
  coca latte damned to make ya heart stop
  and now the haters hot so they run n tell the cops
  shut this xxxx down, we set up shop on another block
  first I take they order like the coffee shop
  then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
  and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop

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  Grind Flushow lyrics

  Grind Flu

  Joc you ready
  This the Nitti beat
  Hah, yeah
  No time for games baby
  Tell her what she wanna hear Joc
  You grown, I’m grown, We grown, Let’s do grown up things, Ya dig
  (Chorus)-Slim
  Shawty wanna break it down, down, down, down, down, down
  Bust it open for me, bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
  Shawty like to move that thing Left to the right, left to the right, left to the right
  Bust it open for me bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
  (Background)- Joc
  Do it Wham, Do it Wham, Do it Wham, Do it Wham
  Verse 1- Joc
  Damn she pop bars
  Plus that lil move that she doin on the flo gotta nigga rock hard
  Call me cookie Monsta eat that thang for dinner
  You gone fuck around and make me pull it out and put it in ya (in ya)
  Juicy, Juice in them thongs when I bend-a
  Ova then I cutter like a sword from a ninja
  I been stroking, I aint, in the back of the phantom, legs up, doors open- mayne
  Similar to Chris Brown, I teller to run it (Run it)
  that arch in her back, now im digging in her stomach
  Like a bill collector, she keep runnin from it
  Neighbors hearin Screams so they think the house is haunted
  (Chorus 1x)- Slim
  Verse 2- Joc
  I remember that night, at club ?????
  I was on Ciroc on the rocks, she was Goosed up
  Headed out the door, down the street to the Flame
  Your homegirl was working so we went and threw some change
  Bout 2 O’clock on the dot we was out
  You, Me and her bucket naked on my couch
  All I remember, it was in December,
  Her name was September, munchin on my timber-mayne
  Then I went and pinned her down and we was round two’n it
  And you was in the middle of us two an’ now we doin it
  Blowin on my blowpop, Now they both is chewin it
  By the way they do it I can tell they aint new to this
  (Chorus 1x)- Slim
  (Joc) Ha Ha that’s right, we gone end this thing right
  Aye, Lets Go
  Verse 3- Joc
  When im on my tippy toes, you know im in my zone
  She want me to beep beep all night long
  And play wit that pussy, I man up in it
  Im juggin in her box, I stand up in it
  I said im playin wit that pussy, I man up in it
  Im juggin in her box, watch me stand up in it
  (Chorus 1x)- Slim
  See imam give em what they want
  Why not?

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  Hater Put A Seat Upshow lyrics

  Hater Put A Seat Up

  I went to go school
  motherfuckers blocked a niggr
  Boosie just wanted me to be in a video
  He wanted to give me a dollar
  Inside these people wanted to still video
  Without paying me a dime
  Man I was hungry starving
  I needed that cake
  I needed that cheddar
  I needed that glory
  Instead these fuckers blocked it
  chorus
  Theres a God and he gave me brothers
  I dont even have to fight these haters
  My brothers do it for me using their music
  This shit even makes my haters put their seat up
  So now I got labels chasing me down wanting to sign me
  I been signed though to young money for years
  been the first lady
  now its just gonna be official
  For real for real now
  Its gonna be official
  for real for real now
  Its gonna be official
  So what can the haters say now

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  Drip (ft. Lil' Wayne)show lyrics

  Drip (ft. Lil' Wayne)

  [Chorus]
  Yeah you better
  Calm Down
  Bow Down
  Or draw down
  Ya five rounds
  Drip[x16]
  [Verse 1 - Yung Joc]
  (Ay Weezy, let me talk to these niggas)
  Monkey nigga better not slip
  Feed yo ass banana clips
  Yea I'll bust yo head gasket and leave you with an oil
  drip
  And for that lettuce AK not gon spit your cabbage (uh
  uh uh)
  That shit get tragically cause now it's filled with
  maggots (uh)
  This is angus beef, you dont want to order this
  Two glocks like 2 pac, i’m on my thug immortal shit
  GPS goons show up to yo quarter list
  Chrome with the pearly take you early thats abortion
  bitch
  Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya nigga, no balls
  Throw slugs the same size as door knobs
  Sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob
  Blow ya whole face off thats a blowjob
  Shoot ya bitch in the throat and leave her voice raspy
  Too graphic? I'll paint a picture so ya'll niggas grasp
  I call your momma tell her pre-order ya fuckin casket
  Bury scary niggas I never bury the hatchet
  [Chorus]
  Yeah you better
  Calm Down
  Bow Down
  Or draw down
  Ya five rounds
  Drip[x16]
  [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
  Soo woo to the beehive, strapped like T.I.
  I keep that bitch on me, like the Book Of Eli
  I just shoot ‘em all, so i don’t have to decide
  Split your body up, they gotta bury ya ass 3 times
  Run up in ya house, leave ya brains on the couch
  Shoot up everything, the fuck is aimin about
  Empty that clip, than that bitch slide out
  Continue that procedure till them pussys dried out
  I'm a east side gangsta, i aint never been a busta
  Cina is a cold black bitch but i trust her
  I dont need a psychic to tell me i’m a hustla
  Cuz bitch, im all about my paper, like Usher
  [Chorus]
  Yeah you better
  Calm Down
  Bow Down
  Or draw down
  Ya five rounds
  Drip[x16]
  [Verse 3 - Yung Joc/Lil Wayne]
  I know Chris, Decepticon clips transform ya
  Leave niggas ghost activity, paranormal
  For my piece of the pie, (ha ha ha) Digorno
  Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno
  (Lil Wayne)
  Back to the subject, Ill kill ya in a heart beat
  I put bullet holes in everything 'cept the car seat
  Young Money bitch, I shoot one gun and switch
  When the cops came the body still twitched (still
  twitched)
  (Yung Joc)
  Keep thinkin you cute, you just flirtin with death
  Thats a straight suicide, don’t murder yourself
  Scared but can’t run, thats the stall factor
  And if that automatic rap i bet they all scatter
  Haiti eartquake ‘em, make they wall shatter
  Penetrate ya lungs and splatter they gallbladders
  [Chorus]
  Yeah you better
  Calm Down
  Bow Down
  Or draw down
  Ya five rounds

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  Jockinshow lyrics

  Jockin

  [Intro: Joc's Son]
  Daddy, I'm Not Tryna Be Funny Or Nothing
  But They Sure Is Jockin
  [Chorus:]
  They Keep Joc-Ing (Oh Yeah)
  They Keep Joc-Ing (That's Right)
  This I Know (Say What)
  This I Know (Oh What'cha Doin?)
  I Gets Money On Da Low
  I'm Choppin 24's (Ah Ah Ah)
  I'm Kown To Cut'cha Ho'
  So I Need Ta Let'cha Know (Ah Ah Ah)
  Don't Hate Me
  Don't Hate Me
  [Verse 1:]
  All Flava Bapes
  Joc Laced 'em First
  Jolly Rancha Birst, Wrist Watch Starburst
  Ya Need A Couple Stacks
  Come & Get It, Cash Money
  Ya Call Dat Ballin, Well Shawty Dats Gas Money
  Paying U Da Weight Man, Naw I Don't Buy It
  If I Get Knocked Da Whole Block Go On A Diet
  Ya Babymama Luv Me
  Baby Sister Like Me
  If Ya Say My Name, Watch Dem Ho's Get Excited
  Ain't My Fault, Dey Can't Help If Dey Blush
  I'm Not Omarion, But Dey Wanna Be Touched
  And It Don't Matter Where, In My House Or In My Car
  They Jus Wanna Get Down With A Superstar
  [Chorus:]
  They Keep Joc-Ing (Oh Yeah)
  They Keep Joc-Ing (That's Right)
  This I Know (Say What)
  This I Know (Oh What'cha Doin?)
  I Gets Money On Da Low
  I'm Choppin 24's (Ah Ah Ah)
  I'm Kown To Cut'cha Ho'
  So I Need Ta Let'cha Know (Ah Ah Ah)
  Don't Hate Me (Come On Na)
  Don't Hate Me
  [Verse 2:]
  A Dolla 50 On Da Kicks
  I Like Nice Shit
  Ask Da Price Tag On My Swag, Priceless
  I Keep A Semi-Auto, I Can Drop Ya Top With It
  So Don't Make Me Snap, I'll Make U Lean & Rock With It
  Dressed To Impress
  Fly Like Da Birds
  Open Up Da Zip & Now Da Whip Smell Like Purp
  New Joc City Beatin Through Ya 15's
  Alpine Amps, Push Button Flip Screens
  Nigga Watch'cha Ashes, Don't Burn Da Seats (Hol'up
  Pimp)
  Candy On Da Classic, Ya Holla Trick Or Treat
  Niggaz Got Jokes So Dey Call Me Jock-Strap
  But If A Nigga Think I'm Slow, Ya Betta Tell 'em Joc
  Strapped
  [Chorus:]
  They Keep Joc-Ing (Oh Yeah)
  They Keep Joc-Ing (That's Right)
  This I Know (Say What)
  This I Know (Oh What'cha Doin?)
  I Gets Money On Da Low
  I'm Choppin 24's (Ah Ah Ah)
  I'm Kown To Cut'cha Ho'
  So I Need Ta Let'cha Know (Ah Ah Ah)
  Don't Hate Me (Come On Na)
  Don't Hate Me
  [Verse 3:]
  I'm Often By Da Tap
  I Do Dis Jus 4 Fun
  It's Dark When I Enter, When I Leave Break Of Dawn
  The One & Gucci Shades Block Rays From The Sun
  Call In Sick, Cause Ya Day's Jus Begun
  Pleasure Pineapple Juice, 80 Proof, Barcardi Rum
  Liquor On My Breath, So I Keep A Pack Of Gum
  I Keep Da Hemi Cocked, So U Know It's Not On Safe
  (Yezzir)
  Potna Don't Hate, Ya Minds A Terrible Thing To Waste
  Block Got Da Keys To Da Suite, I'm On Da Way
  Dolla Got Dem Hoochies Poppin Coochie, Givin Face
  5-4-3-2-1 It's A Wrap
  Heck Da Sound Scan, I'm On Fire Like Da Trap
  [Chorus:]
  They Keep Joc-Ing (Oh Yeah)
  They Keep Joc-Ing (That's Right)
  This I Know (Say What)
  This I Know (Oh What'cha Doin?)
  I Gets Money On Da Low
  I'm Choppin 24's (Ah Ah Ah)
  I'm Kown To Cut'cha Ho'
  So I Need Ta Let'cha Know (Ah Ah Ah)
  Don't Hate Me (Come On Na)

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  Chevy Smileshow lyrics

  Chevy Smile

  Hustlenomics!
  Pull out the chevrolets nigga
  (Well if dey gon' pull 'em out, what years dey need to pull out trick ?)
  Pull out da 71's, 72's & 76 nigga
  (Ha ha, well tell 'em who ya is shawty)
  Don dadda, dunk rida
  (See what did, i said, imma go & get me a eal nigga who know bout' muthafuckin chevy's
  Inside & out, from the muthafuckin digi-dash to da muthafuckin pipes)
  U betta b-lieve it
  (U know who it is, trick daddy, yung joc, lets go)
  I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
  I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
  I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
  I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
  64 chevrolet ssm, 24 suntan dat fresh pimp
  U think im ridin peanut butter, naw dats chocolate chip
  I luv da way the paint drip, luv da way the paint flip
  Got the antique step, fishbowl lamp
  415 beat'n wit da 2 stolen amps
  Either way wit da butterfly, doors on suicide, 5 % tint keep dem ho's guessin who inside
  Now da neighbors mad cuz my feet down low,
  Now da haters mad cuz dey freaks down low
  Yeah da color scheme match dese new gucci loafers,
  Plastic on da seats like my grandmama sofa
  I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
  I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
  I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
  I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
  I got da work to match da hard top, fresh out da supermart
  Err'where i go dey follow da car show
  Yo, i hit a right, dey hit a right
  I hit da gas & leave dey ass bout 4 or 5 lights
  Gettin followed by dese bougie broads, because dey like da car
  Dey dig my swag, too bad bitch, dis aint for yall
  Dis for dem bottom bitches, all about da dolla bitches
  Independent, but luv fuckin wit real niggaz
  Dis for my thug niggaz, gettin rich drug dealin
  My trap stars wit big walls & fast cars
  Dunk ridin, trunk poundin, glass-housing, now dats some real down south shit
  I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
  I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
  I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
  I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
  Da grill on my chevy like tv juggins
  Smile so bright, u can see me comin
  Say u wanna race, playboy we can run it
  Say u got a hemi, my chevy'll out run it
  I hope u got navigation cuz pimpin u lost
  Police think u smokin good, dats jus my exhaust
  Betta get some anti-freeze & let'cha shit cool off
  Minks on my flo', bitch, take ya shoes off
  Treat my chevy like a lac, dont slam my doors
  Im ridin like a mac, backseat full of ho's
  I got a cush pack, we gon blow dis whole oathe
  Mattafact let'cha seat back & ride out slow
  I like the way, the grill on my chevrolet smile (the grill on my chevrolet smile)
  I like the way, the rims on my chevy go roun' (the rims on my chevy go roun')
  I like the way, the top on my chevy go down (the top on my chevy go down)
  I like the way, the chevy make the girls go wild (the chevy make the girls go wild)
  Come chill wit me, if u wanna see what im ridin on
  I might even take u home, i might even take u home
  In my chevy...
  (What'chu ridin on ?) dubs
  (What'chu ridin on ?) dueces
  (What'chu ridin on ?) tres
  (What'chu ridin on ?) fours
  (What'chu ridin on ?) sixes
  (What'chu ridin on ?) eights
  (What'chu ridin on ?) thirty's
  Listen to what i say
  (What'chu ridin on ?) dubs
  (What'chu ridin on ?) dueces
  (What'chu ridin on ?) tres
  (What'chu ridin on ?) fours
  (What'chu ridin on ?) sixes
  (What'chu ridin on ?) eights

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  Loveshow lyrics

  Love

  when i saw the beauty of my mother
  when i held a new born baby
  when i felt all the joys of the world
  when i breathed all the air and sunsine]
  when i see progess
  when i life
  when i feel good
  whn i know i have made a differene
  when i could do no wrong
  when life gives me a second chance
  when granma says heaven is so beauiful
  chorus
  Its no just a word.
  love is everything
  love is what keps me going
  love knocks down hate
  love is the ruler
  If i were without love i would feel paralsed
  if i were without love i would feel blind
  if i were without love i would feel lost
  if i were without love i would be dying
  if i were withou love i would hate everything
  if i were without love i would b a destroyer
  if i were without love i would be a sabotge
  if i were without loe i would be insecure
  chorus
  but i am with love
  but i am in love
  but i am loved
  but i am beloved
  so i spread the love far and wide
  all my bothers are behind me now
  they cry my tears and fight my battles
  through their music never a weapon or violence
  but always with love
  our lov gave us a black president
  our love opened up uncle toms cabin again
  our love teaches everyone.

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  Coffee Shop

  Welcome to Starblocks
  It's Young Dirty
  Who's this?
  It's Young Dirty
  Oh okay, what you need?
  Hey, I need some of 'em thangs, mayn
  How many of 'em?
  Two of 'em, give me two
  I got you, pull on around to the window, pimp
  Aight, shawty
  Ay, ay, Joc, what up, Pat man?
  Cuz out here say he need two of them thangs
  Oh yeah, he want two of 'em?
  Yeah, ay Joc, what up?
  You know the motto? Yeah
  Hustle by any means, nigga
  First I take they order like the coffee shop
  Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  Okay, it's just another day at the coffee shop
  I ground coffee beans, turn the heat in them coffee pots
  Turn the lights on, J's rush the parkin' lot
  This the neighborhood's number one stop 'n' shop
  No regular, we only serve the best
  For the low low, cheaper than the rest
  I'm takin' orders, tell me who's next
  Only cash, no credit, no checks
  When your car stop, welcome to Starblocks
  Wanna triple your knot? Invest in our stock
  And now we doin' numbers, numbers like a closeout
  Be sure you shop wit me before we're sold out, go
  First I take they order like the coffee shop
  Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  We cook it in the mornin', sell it durin' midday
  Whipped the cream, same color as your latte
  I tell 'em vámonos, that's rapido
  You need some mota? You gon' call Gorilla Zoe
  You can get the coca if you got to get it green
  Colombian, and I ain't talkin' coffee beans
  12 to 12, it's always someone on the scene
  Starblocks, we get it out by any means
  Coffee shop, trop spot, hand to hand, get my guap
  Pack the scale, ounce for ounce, sack for sack, raise the chop
  Rockstar, rollin' rocks, piano ki's, work the block
  Welcome to Starblocks, we trop like the coffee shop, let's go, see
  First I take they order like the coffee shop
  Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  Okay, everybody on the block know my nickname
  When you drop by just ask for 'Whip Game'
  And all my money get counted when the shifts change
  They get to, we let my four fifth bang
  If you need the number, 1-800-Starblocks
  Coca latte, damned to make your heart stop
  And now the haters hot so they run and tell the cops
  If they shut us down, we'll set up shop on another block
  First I take they order like the coffee shop
  Then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
  And then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  And it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
  Man, I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
  One hit and they'll be back to the coffee shop
  Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big
  Hey Pat man, when they in the South, where they gon' find us at?
  You ougthta know, the coffee shop
  When we on the West Coast, where they gon' find us at?
  At the coffee shop
  What about up top, shawty, where they gon' find us at?
  At the coffee shop

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  Bookoo

  Welcome to Mr. Robinsons neighborhood
  You know what it is
  It ain't no different form anyone elses hood (BooKoo)
  You come through here you gonna see BooKoo shit
  Playboy, talk to em
  Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)
  Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)
  Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)
  30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)
  Yo I got BooKoo flava
  I got BooKoo gators
  I got BooKoo paper so you know it's BooKoo haters
  I got BooKoo chips
  I got BooKoo dip
  I got BooKoo clips so it's BooKoo hollow tips
  I blow BooKoo dough
  I blow BooKoo dro
  I blow BooKoo smoke
  So I BooKoo choke
  BooKoo trap niggas
  BooKoo rap niggas
  BooKoo cap pealas
  Yeah, that's BooKoo claps nigga
  Underground railroad
  Cause I got BooKoo chains
  Night of the living dead
  Yup, I get BooKoo brains
  BooKoo miles per hour
  I switch BooKoo lanes
  BooKoo folks love me
  So I get BooKoo thanks
  Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)
  Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)
  Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)
  30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)
  I got BooKoo yoda
  I need BooKoo soda
  I got BooKoo pots
  I need BooKoo rollers
  I got BooKoo freaks
  Serve em BooKoo meat
  Hear me from up the street
  Yeah, I got BooKoo beat
  Check my sneaks
  I rock BooKoo ones
  Check my reciept
  I drop BooKoo ones
  BooKoo patron shots
  I need BooKoo limes
  I hear BooKoo shots BooKoo body outlines
  Jack and the beanstalk
  I got BooKoo beans
  I wanna fuck lil debbie
  Cause she got BooKoo cream
  BooKoo pipes
  BooKoo ice
  I bet you like my album
  My shit is BooKoo nice
  Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)
  Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)
  Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)
  30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)
  Yeah I BooKoo pimp
  I got BooKoo bitches
  Don't try me dog
  You'll have BooKoo stitches
  Check my hairline
  I got BooKoo waves
  I served my time
  I did BooKoo days
  You don't want these problems we got BooKoo tools
  Lights camera action we make BooKoo movies
  We make BooKoo plays
  BooKoo reruns
  We make BooKoo flips
  No refunds
  Pop BooKoo bottles
  Gone throw it up
  BooKoo niggas on your furniture
  We done tore it up
  Don't know how to act
  But we do BooKoo stunts
  We got BooKoo sacks so we need BooKoo blunts
  I got BooKoo grams
  You could have BooKoo lines
  By now you know what BooKoo is I said BooKoo BooKoo
  times
  Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)
  Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)
  Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)
  30 inches on your impala (we say BooKoo)
  Anything that you got alot of (we say BooKoo)
  Anything over 1000 dollars (we say BooKoo)
  Over 50 goons when you squad up (we say BooKoo)

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  Cut Throat

  Hustlenomics
  eh joc
  wud up nigga?
  a nigga quick produced this shit?
  Hell yeah
  shit crazy homie
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  They whip game real good, they got the best tho
  Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
  Razor blade hecklered and cocked,
  In California niggas back on the block,
  I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs
  We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these
  All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
  Original bad boys man even Puff know
  We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it
  We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses
  I was 16 then, little nigga inspired
  Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire
  If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire
  and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha)
  Nah, fuck you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' fuck you bitch
  On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb-hot
  And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  They whip game real good, they got the best tho
  Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course
  Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so
  Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
  My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
  Hey, nigga you don't want no static
  Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
  Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids,
  fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge
  When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!)
  Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
  We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs,
  I fuck with real Gs, like the Diplomats
  When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense
  Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress
  The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls
  Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  They whip game real good, they got the best tho
  Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  (Jones! Jackal!)
  Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
  Another one to block (its good)
  You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit)
  And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah)
  Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
  I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
  Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish)
  Either or, there was no inbetween, (no)
  It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money)
  20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper)
  Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly)
  Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?)
  The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what)
  In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin')
  till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride)
  Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow)
  He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L)
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
  I got some killas on the east and the west coast
  They whip game real good, they got the best tho
  Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
  y'all know who I be?
  haha who you be nigga?
  Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut
  throat niggas, muthafucka we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga,
  thuggin piece of my nigga, free my muthafuckin dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm
  leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the muthafuckin chevy nigga, ya we up to no

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  Patron

  (Ohhh!) Uh-huh (Shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
  New Joc City (Here it is)
  But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron
  (Heh-heh, aight) I'm talking 'bout seven shots up
  Y'knahmtalkinbout? (Seven shots? Woooo-ooh, shit!)
  (Boyz N Da Hood) The next round on you nigga, ha ha
  Now what I want y'all to do (What'chu want me to do nigga?)
  Take that shit to the motherfucking head, to the flo' nigga
  Let's go
  I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
  I'm on that Patron, so get like me
  I just bought a zone, J's on my feet
  I'm on that Patron, so get like me
  Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
  Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
  Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
  Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
  C'mon me tell me what it do, I do it for the A
  When the top drop, rock the platinum Cartier
  Got that Microsoft so they call me Bill Gates
  Ice links 'round my neck looking like I build gates
  I'm Mr. Amoco, yeah I got the pumps
  Pockets on swoll looking like they got the mumps
  I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches
  From the look of thangs y'all getting JC Penney's
  Pass that Patron, the lime's right thurr
  Rock with it, lean with it, in my Nike Urr
  Wink my eye at your bitch, now she wishing she could touch
  See the J's on my feet, and she love the diamond cuts
  Fresh to death, everyday like I jumped up out a caskets
  Ask Chino Dolla 'bout that dope boy magic
  Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge
  Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet
  I mix Patron and Everglow, I call it anti-freeze
  Take one sip her drawers fall to her knees
  Mister V.I.P., get it like me
  Ice piece on my wife beat I call it Ice-T
  Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
  She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick
  My swag so mean need anger management
  You call it what you want I'm on some ol' eleven shit
  These niggaz wanna hate, God dammit we can handle it
  Mad cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch
  Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar
  Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar
  I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge
  I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star
  You see the yellow ice, you holla oh my God
  Trying to guess the price, ehh about thirty large
  Ery'body wanna know, how I do my thang
  Yeah I get money and I let my nuts hang
  Pull up to curb, cut it to the left
  My rims sitting tall 'til I dim the knee steps
  I just see what I want, then I go get it
  The apple jelly Chevy with the peanut butter in it
  So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool
  I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools
  I hustle all day, that's just how I live
  Stack them big faces, give the strippers dollar bills
  Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P.
  And when you look it up, potnah tell me who ya see
  Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
  Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's
  I'm on that Patron, so gone that Patron
  So gone that Patron, so get like me
  So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron
  So gone that Patron, so get like me
  Get like me, get like me