Look for me, Young, B Cruisin' down the west-side, highway Doing what we like to do, our way Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason All of my dates been blind dates But today I got my thoroughest girl wit' me I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel; it's true to the heart She rides with me--the new Bobby and Whitney Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City" She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over She's right back to being my soldier 'Cause mami's a rider and I'm a roller Put us together--how they gon' stop both us? Whatever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder When I'm off track, mami is keepin' me focused So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride till the very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride till the very end it's me and my boyfriend The problem is you dudes treat the one that you lovin' With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin' Dat ain't 'bout nothin If ever you mad about somethin', it won't be that, oh no, it won't be that I don't be at places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no, you won't see that And, no, I ain't perfect; nobody walkin' this earth's surface is But, girlfriend, work with the kid I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin' bag Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens 600 drops, Mercedes Benz The only time you wear Burberry to swim And I don't have to worry--only worry is him She'd do anything necessary for him And I'd do anything necessary for her So don't let the necessary occur, yup All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride till the very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride till the very end it's me and my boyfriend If I was your girlfriend I'll be there for you if somebody hurts you Even if the somebody was me (Break it down for 'em, B) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be And so I put this on my life Nobody or nothing will ever come between us And I promise I'll give my life My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend Put this on my life The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in I promise I'll give my life My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride till the very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride till the very end it's me and my boyfriend
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right Pigs coming up and shining the bright light Nothing better to do, than fuck with the pride When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride Billy club show me no love, think you above All the fuss and the locs is rushing in too close Let me lay it on the table, forget stable Freak niggas, coming to slay to the label You got nothing to lose, come on choose Stay away from niggas that bring down your crew Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself With the wealth or the chance to stay in good health Sword blade swinging you back off away And the track off the real, straight off the Hill What the deal motherfucker? I got nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) Nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) I'm going all out, showing y'all what I'm about Getting in your mental, knocking niggas out Taking this pencil, across the brain Ain't stopping there til the rhymes all drained All out my system, take em, and then I twist em Put em out one day and see, who want to diss em As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement Coming with the thunder and lightning Shit is quite frightening how niggas keep biting So I keep the writing, down for the fighting Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting And let me take space up, heat your face up I'm going all out, before the raise up I got nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) Nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) Come on, come on I'm going all out, nothing to lose, you better roll out Sold out, niggas be living in times run out In the present smell the prescence of what you stressing You get sent a lesson ain't missing the point blessing Expression, feeling the tension over the session The question, filling your body with intention Don't mention the profession, keep adressing The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention I'm goin the fuck out, Smith and Wesson You better stall me out, no extension Only the strong will ever be setting the pace When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace No worries, set you with flurries and no juries Eight million stories in the city of furies Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist I got nothing to lose so I gat fools with this I got nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) Nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again Coming to your record shop Check this out, we ain't taking no prisoners We chopping heads off And you stepping at me, you better be going all out baby This is war baby, from now until the new millennium
Say man ay ushers, deacons, lock the do' Yeah, first of all Givin honor to God, and all the ministers on the pulpits Ushers, deacons, and my lovely choir They sound so beautiful, don't you agree? Sing it sister Yeah, we'd like to welcome y'all inside this R&G Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece Such a, heavenly experience Alchemist, break it down for me nephew Let me preach to 'em one time, chuuch In the beginning as a child I was chosen Though not knowin' the reason while still my eyes opened Whatever the purpose, I surfaced above the fog Love was given to all, outside livin' the ball As an adolescent, one black child, I had a message To reach teachin' the masses, I wrote my first passage It was jotted down, created in the form of a rap I'm young, livin' in the city of jackers and gangbangin' And dope dealin', cold feelin' to be a product of niggas around you Once you get on top they down you But the temptation got me, streets caught me watchin' I found myself grindin' on the streets quite often With a blue rag, bangin' the dub, fo'-fifth coffin At the spot, 61st, 40 blocks from the Eastside Where most of the big homies had a Glock and flossed the G-ride Niggas throwin' up hands but it wasn't no peace signs Never fo' a second did I think to let my light shine Hardheaded, thought I was grown, messin up Disrespectin' my home, not carin' 'bout what moms what sayin And then I found out that mom wasn't playin' Today, I love you for it, back then, I couldn't understand Get my life right, step it up, nigga be a man Never be a victim, of what the system might hit you with Through the stripes still gotta shine my light I've grown, to comprehend the game; my name is Big Snoop Boss Dogg Just a block and a phone call away I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist I'm preachin' just what I practice To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to acros the globe Man woman young and old Don't gain the world, lose your soul to spite Many circumstances Doggy gon' shine my light 'cause I love you And the people that is locked up, locked down And the people that's locked down Also God, should purchase the new, Escalade On 24's, with the spinnin' thangs, ha ha I need you to, right now, look at your neighbors Cause a lot of y'all think y'all goin' to heaven huh And you ain't gon' go! So I need you right now to, look at your neighbor And say neighbor, say neighbor! You ain't going! You ain't going!
Yeah man, this shit here gonna be bigger than the O.J. case (What?) His dick (Another blast from the Long Beach section) (Break gangsta shit (Wake up)) (I thought these fools knew) Out on the scout I'm about my papers Cause ain't nobody doing Deee no favors I'm trying ta get major with minor risk Maximizing the minimum of time is spent on the heist, nice and easy believe me I take mine and make mine extra cheesy Keeping niggas in a headlock Undress em, press em down in a full nelson I hit jacks off six packs of the crooked one They slip and I'm booking em Fuck fingerprints, gimme from their fingertips Chips to the neckline 'cause I got a Tek9 Check mine like a pimp-main ho So hope you only see me when my grip ain't low I go up in ya like a skeleton So S-N-double O-Please let em know the crew I'm bailing with East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip and in my world a girl is considered a bitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doing what'cha supposed to so you gots ta prove something to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doing it for yourself it don't matter It was a wake up, wake up, wake up, Just to wake up, wake up, wake up, Wake up, wake up wake up, Get up, get up, get up, I break fools off like lepresy If they dare, you stare when they next to me I'ma threat to whoever sweat my style Hard gangsta aim to represent til death Reality, you battle me you be in the dirt quick I'm clever with whatever type of weapon I work with The bare hand man sleeper I even banked up and shank motherfuckers in the "penta" I sanked a gang of tough fools in my time so try me you're liable to lose on my line The 44'll be what cracks ya head 'cause that's exactly what I'm bout ta cap you with I figured niggas getting soft like jellatine So Doggy Dogg tell em all who we're sailing with Uh, gonna work that motherfucker and do the percolatin 'cause Snoop Dogg came back with the head raider Al Davis's? Nah nigga Tracy Davis The Eastside Long Beach greatest Criminal with style and boy you love that Sit back relax and let me drop another rap but this one's for the sisters and not the hoes The ones who be grooving it on the step shows Let a nigga in, I ain't diss ya friend and like The Staples I make sure we do it again But don't blow a nigga up or show a nigga up and don't think a nigga sprung 'cause you know a nigga fuck Love is a house and you got the key so give it to a nigga like a D-O-double G I'm from the Uh, gonna work that motherfucker and do the percolatin 'cause Snoop Dogg came back with the head raider Al Davis's? Nah nigga Tracy Davis The Eastside Long Beach greatest Criminal with style and boy you love that Sit back relax and let me drop another rap but this one's for the sisters and not the hoes The ones who be grooving it on the step shows Let a nigga in, I ain't diss ya friend and like The Staples I make sure we do it again But don't blow a nigga up or show a nigga up and don't think a nigga sprung 'cause you know a nigga fuck Love is a house and you got the key so give it to a nigga like a D-O-double G I'm from the
The dog saw I'm, they tear, they, looked liked they try to tear him off I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband I was sitting at the pound about to eat dinner Had a hard day at the studio, I was getting thinner My nigga Sparky-O was playing basketball And my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggs Dirty work gets cream, it's a good scheme But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team I squabble, Friday 'cause that's what I do Dogg Pound for life nigga, thought you knew But you didn't, you think I'm kidding nigga, my Doggs scrap They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate He gotta pit named Tiny mobbing behind him Now they've got Michael Corleone Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin He likes to smash on, And ain't no need to reach for heat 'cause you can't get your blast on Doggs we keep em, busters we sweep em And when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma We leave you niggas on stuck in paws And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey She got killed so I didn't need him It's like that, what about Sweetie? He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him It's a cold thang but it's a cold game But when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thing Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down Cause if you don't then you can't represent the Pound Now it's like a sport And if I get caught I'm right back in court So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell But you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick Cause I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs Ask my little homey Technique I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat But the rest of the pits they rolling with me We're laying low in the cut, holstered up in Chino Scrappy-do and the crew called the Gambinos Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me See now this bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet To get the bitch up off me And I can't tame her and I can't blame her That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all But I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz It's just Me and my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em) (Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese But as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm supafly like Priest I unleash my Doggs then I tilt my brim I'm bout to trip off Locko 'cause he go taken my swim I think cause my cream my low, get aback to the pound He gon' be itching like hell to put the bite on the clown And when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2 And ain't a damn thing that your ass can do I think it's cause he lost his big homey Don Killer see Who ran the whole yard and gang-banged OP And leave your ass red and yeah half-head He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head And all the kid do was cry like a bitch His life was a pit and mine's in the shit Me and my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em) (Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz It's just me & my Doggz I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard Just in case you niggas want to fuck and try to act hard Deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where people Encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove
Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn The way things is looking I'ma see central bookings Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time After re-concurrence for assault 2-9 I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain Can lead to a motherfucking suicide thing And plus my probation, a ill violation How the fuck did I get in this tight situation? I'm going all out you know moves I never fake And fuck the Jake, they can catch me at my wake And if I did burn a bag of blade Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care Son I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit I keep living like this, I might lose it My man is coming home from doing long ass bids What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinking long range And see their names in the Daily News third page They sent a kite to my nigga Killa It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin Reclined, and still came home with a shine
Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Hold the fuck up We gonna take this little intermission to listen To what the fuck I got to say, you know I been doing this shit for years: Holding heat, selling Using, abusing all kinds of drugs; Robbing niggas, running up in niggas' cribs You know, the whole shit So don't ever in your life get me confused With some of them other niggas that you might see On TV Or hear on the radio and such Know what I'm saying? I mean, this is me: P I'm speaking for my fucking self When you see me: At the show Or on stage Or on the street I DEFINITELY got the gat on me You know what I'm saying? And it ain't like I'm trying to be a tough guy Or trying to make people think I'm crazy By sayin' all this shit But what it is, dat I know how niggas gets down, alright? I used to be in the clubs: The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the fuck Niggas get they little drink on Havin' Fun with they little crew (You know what I'm saying) Start cuttin' shootin' whatever Things like that A lot of these so-called "rap niggas" Ain't never seen no parts of that shit You know what I'm saying You dig where I'm coming from? Word up, yo And I know a lot of y'all niggas Matter of fact, all y'all niggas Is right now listening to this shit Is like "We gonna see them Mobb Deep niggas We gonna see what they about Know what I'm saying We gonna see where they head is at" So yo I'm gonna let you niggas know right now: You ain't gotta waste your time Or your money On your hospital bills And if you step to me on a personal level I don't back down easy There's a good chance your ass is gonna get Shot, stabbed, or knuckled down One out of the three So don't gamble with your life, duke Word up And believe me I know very well I could get shot, stabbed or fucked up too, whatever I ain't "Super Nigga", I'm a little skinny motherfucka It's all about who gets who first, though You know what I'm sayin? So therefore, say no more To all my niggas: Get the money Frontin' niggas get deceased And, oh yeah, to all them rap-ass niggas With your half-assed rhymes Talking about how much you get high, how much weed you smoke And that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense Don't ever speak to me when you see me, know what I'm saying, word I'ma have to get on some ole "high school" shit Start punching niggas in they face just for living Yo, I'm finished what I had to say Ya'll can continue on
Uh uh uh I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all You better watch who you talkin bout, runnin your mouth, like you know me You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me" Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was Hanes Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants No resident of France, but you swear I'm from Paris Hundred-six karats, total? Naw that's per wrist Trying to compare this, my chain to yo' chain I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range You out of your brains, thinkin' I'mma shout out your name You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame All that pressure you applyin it's time to ease off Before I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss Don't be lyin' bitchin' and cryin suck it up as a loss 'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that I am, number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it ey I, am, number one ey ey, ey ey Now let me ask you man What does it take to be, number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ey) What does it take to be, number one? Ey ey, ey ey Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy? Move it all around? Let you get a peep before it touches the ground? Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn Willin to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay Or some, Internet access some, website chat line Mad 'cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line Oh if my uncle could see me know If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now Straight emulatin my style right to the "down down" Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo where the party?" Oh lordy, will I continue to act naughty? Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho' I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know, PIMP I am, number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it ey I, am, number one ey ey, ey ey And tell me now der What does it take to be, number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ey) (Tell me) What does it take to be, number one? Ey ey, ey ey (Check it, uh, check, yo) Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop Half the time you be them niggas who fuckin album flop You know! Boat done sank and it ain't left the dock C'mon! Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks 'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock Shh I'm awake I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life Taking nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my life Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the roof Baby name not Sigel but I speak the truth I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy) Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot With my family and friends, and my closest of kin And I'll do it again if it means I'mma win dirty, dity I, am, number one No matter if you like it, here take it sit down and write it I, I, I, I , number one 'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Number one 'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer Damn, need somethin' newer In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her I wish I won't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly I wish that I, could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side On the bench, cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry Cause I'm tryna stay alive, In the city where too many niggas die Dreamin' quiet tryna dodge a suit and tie Who am I? Aye who am I? (Yeah) Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better I always did shit the hard way, my niggas **** slangin' in the hallway Burnt Cd's and trees like this was Broadway, Times Square Kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller With more brown hairs than Chewbacca Whispers that he got it for the low low Sell a, dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peep game Got home snatched my mama keychain, took her whip The appeal, too ill to refrain I hit the boulevard pull up to my nigga front door His mama at home, she still let em' hit the blunt though I told her hello and sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash, and just asked "What a nigga gotta do to get that? Put me on" He just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga you know how you sound right now? If you wasn? t my mans, I would think that you a clown right now Listen, you everything I wanna be that's why I fucks with you So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you You bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices Either graduate to weight or selling number two For what? A hundred bucks or two a week? Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us If they ain't never want us why the fuck they never wore rubbers? " I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gear And thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you mama dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show ol' girl what she missing The illest nigga alive Aye who am I? Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better
I gave you all my love, all my love I gave to you Fell for the things I couldn't see But now I see through you & who knew? Cuz I never would've guessed it You ripped out my fucking heart- It's sitting right where you left it I set shit on fire when I find it to be flammable Couldn't take the shit talking That's when I knew that I had to go I'm mad & so, I'm crying every night when I'm relaxing Cuz I thought that I was stronger Hate the way that I'm reacting I miss you & I can't even find a fucken reason Besides the fact I love you & without you, I can't breathe & I ain't eating I ain't smoking I've been drinking- Help me cope with knowing me & you just shouldn't be together & I'm growing Weeds- Dandelions You see, I ain't smiling Been losing hella weight Hesitate. Keepin' silent I wanna fucken scream I know that missed I guess I just never thought that it would end like this One syllable. Love. Kill 'em all I'm gullible. Your lullaby sucked so bad (2x) I gave you all my trust. All my trust I gave to you Fell for the things I couldn't see But now I see through you I knew you was hiding shit But you'd never admit it All the red flags been waving at me Tell me that I'm "tripping" When I'm dipping through the evidence- Complain about your privacy It's in my fucken face- How could you still fucken lie to me? I try to keep calm But I feel it in my guts that you fucking other bitches When you calling me a "slut" I used to interrupt But eventually I'd just take it & I felt so ugly 'bout myself whenever I'd be naked A mistake & I swear to god I will never it Again cuz I know that if I built it You would break it Wide awake & I can't sleep I feel stupid So fucken mad Understand, going through an Episode of letting go It's tragic cuz I thought I had his love But dick, I never even had it One syllable. Love. Kill 'em all I'm gullible. Your lullaby sucked so bad (2x) I gave you all my heart, all my heart I gave to you Fell for the things I couldn't see But now I see through you & do you know you killed my self esteem? I used to be conceited- now I see what's wrong with me Boy, remember when you told me you was "Outta my league?" Please! My ex- Boyfriend is way finer & we both know the truth & ain't nothin' to be proven- If you really loved me you wouldn't have put me through it You told me you "downgraded" when you started datin' me Accusing me of sucking dick just to get a little tweak Now in see what I'm worth I remembered just how beautiful I am inside & out & now I see what isn't mutual I used to go to you whenever I felt depressed But I realize now you're the one that caused the stress! & I guess I forgive you cuz the tears coming slower But I promise Imma be the one girl you never get over One syllable. Love. Kill 'em all I'm gullible. Your lullaby sucked so bad (2x) You lullaby sucked so bad So mother fucken' bad I said your lullaby sucked so bad
[A$AP Rocky] Feeling like a vigilante or a missionary Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready Send 'em to the cemetary with obituaries Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready? I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount Ever since this new star fame came about Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar- Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws [Kendrick Lamar] We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play ball In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone That banana clip, straight from the rip I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze over You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was I carry traits of a traumatized soldier Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta Darts at your posters, dark nights like this I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my wrist Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff [Joey Bada$$] Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms The violence and the killin', so given They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet But pass the pot let me skillet Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks And I swear it hurt me soul I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their sales Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail But you my nigga, wish you the best for real [Yelawolf] When you mention my name amongst other white rappers Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin' Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in Trouble to body double or couple me to these others Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble That they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's I huddle with Nubians, new beginning again You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying duck If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us? Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a Flying duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow! Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze And thawed out for spa date at a Coachella show Yelawolf [Danny Brown] Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on Bitch pussy smell like a penguin Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis Bitch when I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest" Dick so big, stretch from Earth to Venus That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit That is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit Hoes on some God shit, stop it! You not this! Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the concert Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic Just bein honest, tell me, isn't that ironic? [Action Bronson] Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860 A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me You should've stayed with me Now many Asian bitches lay with me The face is silky like a tablecloth My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse Red roses drop on boxes very often Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton Outstandin' I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon The cloud of smoke like the phantom Damn this shit tastes like fantastic You see me comin' through in each state Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake Cuffed to my wrist I’ve got the briefcase The gavel slam, I’m a free man, try not to eat ham [Big K.R.I.T.] Big KRIT, shawty Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats After that, bottles I can’t pronounce, like, “How you ask for that?” Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch? All I had was rap, when all they had was wack All I wanted was love, all they had was dap Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your wins The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a bitch Walk the plank or break a bank, I’ve been in the business of sinkin' ships Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with Resuscitations cost the label, I’m taxing if you want a hit Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here Been a killer, ‘86er, nigga, that’s my born year Get the fuck from ‘round here, that’s just my country ways Suckin' on your momma’s titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade Grippin’ grain, fuckin’ hoes, candy paint like Everglades Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me? Most rappers hoping the world end so they won’t have to drop another album B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can’t you? In order to come up close, you’ll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey’s ass That’s out of line, but in living color? I’m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist
I've been on the low I been taking my time I feel like I'm out of my mind It feel like my life ain't mine Who can relate? I've been on the low I been taking my time I feel like I'm out of my mind It feel like my life ain't mine I don't wanna be alive I don't wanna be alive I just wanna die today I just wanna die I don't wanna be alive I don't wanna be alive I just wanna die And let me tell you why All this other shit I'm talkin' 'bout they think they know it I've been praying for somebody to save me, no one's heroic And my life don’t even matter I know it, I know it, I know I'm hurting deep down but can’t show it I never had a place to call my own I never had a home Ain't nobody callin' my phone Where you been? Where you at? What's on your mind? They say every life precious but nobody care about mine I've been on the low I been taking my time I feel like I'm out of my mind It feel like my life ain't mine Who can relate? I've been on the low I been taking my time I feel like I'm out of my mind It feel like my life ain't mine I want you to be alive I want you to be alive You don't gotta die today You don't gotta die I want you to be alive I want you to be alive You don't gotta die Now lemme tell you why It's the very first breath When your head's been drowning underwater And it's the lightness in the air When you're there Chest to chest with a lover It's holding on, though the road's long And seeing light in the darkest things And when you stare at your reflection Finally knowing who it is I know that you'll thank God you did I know where you been, where you are, where you goin' I know you're the reason I believe in life What's the day without a little night? I'm just tryna shed a little light It can be hard It can be so hard But you gotta live right now You got everything to give right now I've been on the low I been taking my time I feel like I'm out of my mind It feel like my life ain't mine Who can relate? I've been on the low I been taking my time I feel like I'm out of my mind It feel like my life ain't mine I finally wanna be alive (finally wanna be alive) I finally wanna be alive I don't wanna die today (hey) I don't wanna die I finally wanna be alive (finally wanna be alive) I finally wanna be alive (oh) I don't wanna die (no, I don't wanna die) I don't wanna die (I just wanna live) (I just wanna live) Pain don't hurt the same, I know The lane I travel feels alone But I'm moving 'til my legs give out And I see my tears melt in the snow But I don't wanna cry I don't wanna cry anymore I wanna feel alive I don't even wanna die anymore Oh I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t even wanna die anymore
Soy lo que buscabas para darle a tu existencia una razón de ser Reconoce, te toque Con mi apariencia y mi melodía Llegue y plante mi bandera Donde a ti mas te dolía Y ya tu ves Te me cole Por donde no imaginabas A mi tu no me engañas Yo soy maña de maraña Me extraña que siendo araña De la pared tu te caigas Vamo' a consumirla Vamo' a consumirla que te gusta a ti No me dejes solo Consume musica cubana Banamamasi yusanamama aha Vamo' a consumirla Vamo' a consumirla que te gusta a ti No me dejes solo Mi ritmo orisha viene a prisa No es cuestion de risa Yo vengo suave, suave como la brisa Mi rumba no te avisa Mi caña con petate, risa El mundo es mi objetivo, quizá Mi flow que flota entre mis notas Tengo mis dones, mis ambiciones Busco cima como al capone A mi tu no me engañas Yo soy maña de maraña Me extraña que siendo araña De la pared tu te caigas A mi tu no me engañas Yo soy maña de maraña Me extraña que siendo araña De la pared tu te caigas Y así entro mi voz, locolo Ruso feroz, locolo Tu vas a ver que esto es poco Lo que falta es mi tono para volverte loco Hoy me diploman con el titulo honorario de don rima Y aquí en la cima, mi flow te romperá el pescuezo To'os los huesos Del dicho al hecho aquí no hay trecho Hago efectiva con la mezcla mi doctrina De ti chico malo yo sere tu pesadilla Tumturum Tumbando andas como juanito alimañas Si te ve tu mala maña Criticando todo paisa Pero calma, ponle salsa Y hazme solo ese favor Que te doy tu descontrol Mi flow en tiempo sobre el micro Si tu quieres yo te explico Chico, nada entenderás, comprenderás Y mucho menos captaras Aha A mi tu no me engañas Yo soy maña de maraña Me extraña que siendo araña De la pared tu te caigas A mi tu no me engañas Yo soy maña de maraña Me extraña que siendo araña De la pared tu te caigas Ahora que Dime ya la verdad Te estremecí tu existencia, tu cuerpo y tu alma Quedaste alucina' Se que te voy a sorprender buscando La oportunidad, bombón De entonar mi melodía De repetir mi filosofía Y de robarme mi corazón Cuídate nene Mira que yo soy la escuela De pelea A mi tu no me engañas Yo soy maña de maraña Me extraña que siendo araña De la pared tu te caigas A mi tu no me engañas Yo soy maña de maraña Me extraña que siendo araña De la pared tu te caigas Te sorprendí (uh) Luego no digas que no te vi (a yo!) A mi tu no me engañas (que va!) Saca de tu mente ya esa mala maña Te sorprendí (ay) Despues no digas que no te vi (a yo!) A mi tu no me engañas (que va!) Saca de tu mente ya esa mala maña (sacala, sacala!)
10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them them a reason Well 'cause they'll turn it into Crip season The gangsta's back, the bank is fat The gangsta mac in a gangsta 'Lac Hmm, fools be like, ?Break off some cheese? Friends and enemies, oh *** please *** You thought who punked you up? Stop, you stuck too much, pop drop, you pluck It's all similar to gettin' laid On your back, on the mothaf*** case *** I grind for my shine, 'bout my business Lunatic on dis *** and I get ignorant Go on and proceed to *** with ease Wannabes, they can't believe how I leave Look into the mind of a *** that's crazy 17 years old, still a baby Gangstas real, they pop the pill You *** back, young mothaf***, it's like that 10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them them a reason 'cause they'll turn it into Crip season Wake up in the mornin' lookin' funny and *** *** a honey dip 'cause I got money to get Ain't no books, ain't no help, ain't no road to dis Stay focused, young homie, that's the code to dis Keep a *** in your pocket when you tip through the town 'cause there's a million mothaf*** tryna get you down A lotta pain in this game, *** is the thang If your money right, then you might get you a chain But if your money is low, there's only one way to go Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show So mean, so clean, Crip back to tha block Then brag to da homie, show 'em what you got It's a gangsta jack and gangsta plaque And they thought we just gangsta rap Yeah, *** we take your snaps Your shooby dooby, her rubies and your Scooby snacks It's like 10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them *** a reason Well 'cause they'll turn it into Crip season It's a whole lotta feelin' when you on da East Side On da East Side, we ride And it's a whole lotta dealin' when you on da East Side On da East Side, we ride It's a whole lotta stealin' when you on da East Side On da East Side, we ride And it's a whole lotta *** when ya on da East Side East Side, yeah, we ride 10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cause from the east side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them them a reason Well 'cause they'll turn it into Crip season They say it's crazy out here, it ain't no more fun I can't walk down the street without my ***
[Intro: Game] (Johnny Juliano) (Cardo got wings) Real nigga shit Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, Ob We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing [Verse 1: Game] Niggas called me to set you up Want me to come and wet you up Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie Heard about the shit with Diddy So I came through to vest you up And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what I got L. A. unified, you better off committin' suicide Teachers ain't testin' us See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up Tat you up, but it's Ovo Blood Money Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus Dawg, fame is a motherfucker Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth How soon they forget? Run up on you at your granny house, give you 9 like Fif' How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas? Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas Dre told me not to trust you niggas Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can't live? " Get this money, fuck these bitches though Thinkin' 'bout the beef like "We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical" This my city, nigga, everybody know it Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it L. A. niggas, be the craziest these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up [Hook: Drake and Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100 L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 L. A., all I ever asked is 100 L. A., L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 All I ever asked is 100 [Verse 2: Drake] Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin' Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors To every single fuckin' function Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny People been reachin' out to me And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit I would have so many friends If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments I would have so many friends If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop And I stayed on some conscious shit I would have so many more friends If I lost my success and my confidence I'm in the club every time that they play the competition If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid Might go to Jamaica, disappear again My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself [Hook: Drake and Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100 L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 L. A., all I ever asked is 100 L. A., L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 All I ever asked is 100 [Verse 3: Game] Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga If he was still alive, he would kill niggas He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though Can't think, so you roll up that indigo Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero' Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like "Here it go" Screamin' Frog name at the clouds they don't hear me though Guess they too busy with 2pac and Biggie though You niggas don't feel me though That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city though Not even to H-Town So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga Strapped up from the waist down That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga Shit was so simple when Henchman was out He had a young nigga right there with Meech So happy when Bleu Davinci got out We came up on these California streets L. A. niggas, be the craziest these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? Don't even matter, dog cause I'm a always be a real nigga Always be a real nigga I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga [Hook: Drake and Game] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100 L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 L. A., all I ever asked is 100 L. A., L. A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100 All I ever asked is 100
"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?" "We haven't spotted them yet." "But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity." A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct, Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good 'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood. And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who. When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. Point blank, They can kiss my black ass. I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck The Police". 'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. 'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall. Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. 'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin' "Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run." "FBI sources tell us that the four are headed" "100 miles to their homebase, Compton." Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear. So I can tell you why Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base. With a steady pace on the face that just we raced. The road ahead goes on and on. The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' marathon. Runnin' on but never runnin' out. Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out. Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do. But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude. Confused Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose. One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds. But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the see-P-T. Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E. So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E! And any motherfucker that disagrees. Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass. 'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past. My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. Now the FBI's all over my dick. Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock. That's when the E jumped off the startin' block. A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch. A little sprintin' motherfucker that they won't catch. Yeah, back to Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen. 'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time. Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind. Runnin' like I just don't care. Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there. Archin' my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out. From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by. Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass. A 100 Miles and Runnin' This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton. You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: "Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide." Good luck brothers. Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose. Show me on the news but I hate to be abused. I know it was a set-up. So now I'm gonna get up. Even if the FBI wants me to shut up. But I've got 10 000 niggas strong. They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song. And while they treat my group like dirt, Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts. So I'ma run til I can't run no more. 'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score. I got a urge to kick down doors. At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls. Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'. Dick-tricklin' at the sunny motherfucker's are ridin'. Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it. So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it. The number's even, now I'm leavin'. We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in. Her and the troops are right behind me. But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me. One more mile to go through the dark streets. Runnin' like a motherfucker on my own two feet. But you know I never stumble or lag last. I'm almost home so I better haul ass. Tearin' up everything in sight. It's a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight. Now all that chasing shit is done and Four motherfuckers goin' crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin'! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas!
Ooooooooooohhhhh.. Puerto Rico [Big Punisher] Toma [Chorus: Tony Sunshine] [Pronto llegara] el dia de mi suerte te lo juro por mi gente te juro que un dia llegara And we won't stop We always knew we'd make it Even though you player hated we still made it to the top [Big Punisher] Puerto Rock Puro, not Menudo no I'm not the one I'm studyin Judo, you don't know if I got a gun It's Pun, from the X side of things, baguette inside my rings Everything I want I gets, bada-BING It's mine I Shyne like money that sound like Biggie Fuck around my town, Boogie Down my city Come around get pound, to the ground no pity Watch the sound, fo'-pound twenty round milli' Get smacked silly, for coming out your mug I'm known for bouncin thugs from the Tunnel to the Salsa clubs Don't matter, put the chrome to your bladder Splatter your abs, have you pissin in a plastic bag That's a drag now you abnormal Don't make me go out to rumble, and put some motherfuckin stabs on you The night is young and I'm already fightin hidin my gun Promoter buggin screamin, Who the fuck invited Pun? [Chorus] [Big Punisher] From San Juan to Bayamon, I'm the Don Juan beside the Don Live long, get your party on Don't let the liquor fool you, cause I'll stick it to you Somethin sharp to the heart, or somethin big to move you The Desert or the shottie, whateva you the body that chose to be the dumb nigga at the party Too much Bacardi started speakin dumb Then you tried to snuff Joe - must have been Puerto Rican rum That's the hardcore, two years a sophomore Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls So get lost or take one, bones I break them Pigs are bacon, so get fried if they come You see that? I'm like G. Rap, 'Pac, Master P all balled up with a twist of Marc Anthony Recognize me I'm the one that's cockin the auto Tony Sunshine please canten el coro [Chorus] [Tony] It ain't over [Pun] I thought you ain't like the beat [Tony] Te digo que no se ha acabao [Tony Sunshine] La tierra del Borinquen donde nacido yo aha aha aha aha.. Es un jardin florido de magico primor aha aha aha aha aha aha aha... Un cielo siempre nitido, que sirve de dosel y dan arrullos placidos, las olas a sus pies [Chorus] [Frankie Cutlass sample] A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico.. A Puerto Rico..
One one one one two P-P-5-D Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D I'm sayin, yo Touch this yo, knahmsayin what? Yo-yo, yo, 100%.. [Black Thought] Yo! On these seventy-three keys, of ivory and ebony I swear solemnly that I'll forever rock steadily People wanna know where Malik? He right next to me The weaponry, the secret recipe Hard to peep this, deep shit, shows I eat with Contaminated thoughts I walk the street with I bayonnet cassettes and chop beats with this olympic lyricism you can't, compete with Globe travellin, throwin your verse like a javelin Things Fall Apart and MC's unravellin Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots back again Your crew practicin to catch this natural blend They packages read "care when handlin" It's all soft shit, batteries not included with Matter of fact, your whole front's a re-enactment I blow your ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah Check it out, yo (3X) Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee The Milli-illitant-tant, 'pon cock, ready to rock Power out, in the clout, it seems out, all through your block Posse don't play the cut, but what, you get sheist Got the personality named trife, ready to heist Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for the dunce Dialogues I moderate, cool out, we outta state Just blendin in the great, give me room to ventilate Most niggaz is fraudulent, the rap seargeant Bargin, through your regiment, call your president Hittin all targets cuz it's a cause that's lost Between the killers when they probably Teddy Ruxpin talk Droppin tears of steel, two drops up in the bucket Facin three ? and a cop so yo fuck it If I get abducted, trapped up in the belly Wacked up my celly, get known like Dawn Stanley You know the deally on the daily in the ? If I sense you got a bend to your kite, then send it up We press up on your corner with windows they're tinted up Lay our props face down on the ground and get it up, what? Face on the ground and get it up [Black Thought] Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Check it out While you pose for pictures, I'm the invisible enigma Down low, scope you off the roof like the fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin out this hot shit from Sigma Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente Yo, The Roots holdin it down, is all you can say Plus the Black Thought em-cey, professional-lay Push pen to paper like Chinua Achebe Thumpin, what was your assumption I lace your function, make it a Black Thought production Word up I'm on somethin, stellar hold off course I'm gone bluntin, travel light and broadcast via satellite, Illa-Fifth Dynamite Lyrically calculus in this arithametic hip-hop metropolis But loyal fiends coppin this hot shit Yaknahmsayin? Hot shit, word up Illa-Fifth hot shit y'all Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee [Black Thought] Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty Lyrical click, 100% Dundee [Malik B] Malik B, I represent the P-5-D Guerilla click, 100% Dundee
[Intro] Act One: Scene 4 [Chorus] Yeah, run, Ricky, run, run nigga, run, jump, nigga, jump Come here they come, run, run, run, run Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb 151 rum and a blunt Young nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga done [Verse] Son of a god, son of a bitch Son of woman and man, son of a sun, in a sunken abyss Summon a plan, please come with a script Cover my back, cover man, please come with the blitz Look at the stats, J.I.D like a magician Fuck that, this some real ass shit, I paid blood for this Taking cheese from the government Cereal boxes with the bugs in it Hand me down, this my brother brother's shit Don't compare me to no other other niggas In the city, boy they say they fucking with you Heebie jeebie, that's a bit disgusting but I get it I'm full attention, full of spirit but full of shit Standing next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him Shit, I miss him, I wish that that bullet missed him but it didn't And since I been living with it like a sickness Intimate, infinite rhymes, give me the baton A ticking, ticking time bomb, takin' the finish line Look alive, look in my eyes, look at you niggas tryin' And ya dumb, dumb, better run, run 'cause we fryin' em Eastside, where ya from, from niggas wildin' So be silent before my niggas creep silent With street knowledge, complete nonsense Delete comments, online, all lies, we see violence Every day in my eyes, they killing my niggas, die, nigga die Pull up with the fye, get 'em nigga, it's eye for an eye If we gotta ride, fuck it nigga, ride for the ride of ya life Diabolical minds, I don't mind it, I like it, I like it, I love it I fuck with you, you a thug, I'ma thug with you We can knuck, we can buck if a nigga fuck with you I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle [Chorus] Yeah, run Ricky, run, run nigga, run, jump nigga, jump Come here they come run, run, run, run Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb 151 rum and a blunt Young nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga-
Ladies and gentlemen We would like to present to you A group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill 16 men on a dead man's list Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! 16 men till there's no one left Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! So many fucking emcees claim supremacy On whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be One who is solo, running the whole game That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine But I'm taking on all comers, dropping bombers Reducing numbers, making it hot like the summer This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill Beaten broken and coughing and choking on the rhyme Like a hooker, sucking a dick for the first time His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swallow I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room Make em feel the contact, eating the mushrooms Playing with your mind, making you feel the Force Had to cancel out, two punk niggas up in The Source Tried to get XXL, they still fell Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel 16 men now there's 13 left Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! 16 men now there's 13 left Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! I'm tripping on the people controlling the airwaves Got it going on, you know it all, but God save Your ass for clashing with the Soul Assassin That's like Mike fucking with Poppa Joe Jackson Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind The physical, better run to the spiritual Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it From the lyrical, bitch-made niggas are invisible Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face The fucking cynical shit brains As I sit back and say, tally-ho! One of these days your punk ass gonna go Guess you had a key to figure the fucking flow But you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow 16 men let me see who's next Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! 16 men till there's no one left Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs Changed up to gain it all, but shared none Who made him all the money to overcome? Niggas up on the Hill, in the lab He was rolling big balla style, high profile Oh child, make me want to act juvenile All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now Welcome to the 360, degrees Pay a fee when you fucking your people over the cheese No soul, no conscience, no loyalty To the niggas who got him treated, like royalty Hey yo time's up, you're gonna end up seeing visions Of everybody, you fucked over, you're Scared Sober 16 men till there's no one left Yo-ho-ho them niggas has gotta go 16 men till there's no one left Yo-ho-ho them niggas has gotta go Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts Like Ass Miller, and that fucking ex-dealer Can't forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett Let me step, over the hump, and represent it You go down like Jerry, and get smacked Like Trick Leo, now here's your fucking eulogy-o! That was 16 men now there's no one left Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo 16 men now there's no one left Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
Death Row That's where motherf***ers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this n**** snitch Should I shoot his b****, or make the n**** rich? Don't want to commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin' while I'm walkin', and talkin' behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this s*** to win it 'Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too f***in trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me N****z gettin' jealous (jealous) tryin' to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'm a dive and pump your a** Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a b****, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin', but swear I'm nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And f*** five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn't a let him catch me Instead of livin' sad in jail I could a died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin' torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, n****z countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) 'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath I'm bitter cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a s*** And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherf***er never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin' On the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan To keep a n**** in the state pen And to my homies out buryin motherf***ers Steer clear of these Aryan motherf***ers 'Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row
The brand new beginning A brand new year The season of the cruddy niggas (ha!) The super producer Kay Gee is in the mother fuckin house And on the microphone, the naughty boy number two, Vin Rock is in this place (ha!) And finally the king of the panty raid, punani don Treach, wrecking up the set (ha!) Now coming straight from a hundred and eighteenth street, Ill Town, East Orange Naughty by Nature introduces, ha, the year we take no shorts, Anybody caught dissin, we’re takin it straight to your mother fuckin face. Ha. And we ain’t bullshittin. Ha. Haha Nineteen ninety three three three Word Here we go Come on (Verse 1) As long as I can shit solids and piss liquids I'ma kick it I ain't got to say I'm wicked scalping ass whippin tickets And for those who has to swear we stay here We don’t relief to the streets nobody in there helped us outta here Pile up the switch up Switch up the style up Say something fouled up You come to step to us I say you’re towered Go and get your neck knocked off Get a wreck off So step off Before you wipe the floor like a step cloth They like to do all Jumpin hoes on low Like judo My bite Leaves your brain feeling light Like to heav- you know You know I ought flows ago Cause my version go Having mo than yo Toe to toe and much mo in sto Keep you nose on my dough How much I made? Don’t get dis grin Just know my income comes in There's really nothing left to throw Tell us wheres the flow to show Uh oh so here we go Come on Oh here we go (Verse 2) You ain't hard enough to hit wind Knock down breath fight through rain Here's the perfect record Starring rappers where's my name? And if you can’t say hello at the same show Then don't sit your R&B ass in the same row Cause I might have a fit yall I might try to twist your wig off And tell you when the hits off Prissy ass of the week Has a dissy ass of the month Papa just says he rappin to a sissy slum End all for your whole body snotty oh no I got more talent in my shrinkin stinkin pinky toe I didn't know how many rhymes that flow I sprouted talent Started music in my notebooks all that counts So it's time to make em shout The way we feel we might drop another album two days after this one comes out Word to rap I won't let For no one to know Ho So here we go Come on Oh here we go (Verse 3) My circle working hurt the urkel Now the vietical skirt show jerk They get so fat they get had by the mad circle And what you gonna feel How you gonna feel when I flow oh I wanna know I wanna know I want to know Yo I'm the fear of the year Yeah I'm that fear And I'm the same trigga nigga from last year A plenty of MCs is lackin Writin slicker I'm whippin And if your girl is missin that's the new kitten I'm hittin So don't put out an A.P.B Put out an O.P.P Done by you know me he he Hanging like a tassle Honey wanna wrassle I tear you a new hiney like the rotten rascals Past hoes have no place to roam They're alone So find them on thier asses Send the hoes home And best not have an attitude If you every ho with an attitude If I stomp you that should flatter you Never dis the flavor unit cause well do a battle You punch it out of you They might want to battle you We got tricky hes for the tricky shes We got La, Salt N Pepa, Yo-Yo, Lyte and Nikki D And they come figure in the higgy G And how your lost ass was found is still a fuckin mystery And you can bring any one friend I'll leave you crying like an onion walking crooked like a bunion Come on Oh here we go
[Intro - Notorious B.I.G.] 19, 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somthin' [Verse One - Notorious B.I.G.] 1970 somethin' Nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late So I had to plan my escape, out the skins In this world, the fly girl Tangere or Hennessy until I called Earl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit New York, New York ready for the lights of this Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st 2:19 is when my mama's water burst No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical chord's wraped around my neck I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy." [Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith Evans 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' 19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' [Verse Two - The Game] Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive? Swear to God, to reverse, that I'll give my Left Eye With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed-Sty Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior high If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive In 2006, it might sound like this NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez Puerto Ricans with fat asses Blazed ducth masters, we dump ashes On models in S classes for you bastards Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin' You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wraped in plastic Tell the captain to ask Rog' What's Happenin'? I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum [Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith Evans 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' [Verse Three - Notorious B.I.G.] Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck the football team Risk it, rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin' the coach scream, made my lifetime dream I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Ma' said that I should grow up, and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight Not able to move, behind a great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail [Outro - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith Evans 19, 70 somethin' 19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin' Nine, 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin' Nine, teen, seventy, somethin' 1970 somethin'
1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same thing You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these days Niggas actin' woke, but they broke, umm I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days Man, they barely old enough to drive To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I? I heard one of em' diss me, I'm suprised I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya' See if I can paint for you the larger picture Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's house I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house I see your watch icy and your whip foreign I got some good advice, never quit tourin' 'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name I hear your music and I know that rap's changed A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing 'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now Trap drums is the shit that's hot now See, I've been on a quest for the next wave But never mind, that was just a segue I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey But I love to see a Black man get paid And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that But have you ever thought about your impact? These white kids love that you don't give a fuck 'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin black They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels So when you turn up, you see them turnin' up too You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you True, you got better shit to do You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew I know you think this type of revenue is never endin' But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true One day, them kids that's listening gon' grow up And get too old for that shit that made you blow up Now your show's lookin' light cause they don't show up Which unfortunately means the money slow up Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot again But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends Now you old news and you goin' through regrets 'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin' 'Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'bout It's a faster route to the bottom I wish you good luck I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look But if it's really true what people sayin' And you call yourself playin' with my name Then I really know you fucked, trust I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked Just remember what I told you when your shit flop In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga
[Intro] Clap ya hands (hahahahaha) Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (Uh) Clap ya hands (Uh, paging Reggie Noble) Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (hehehehe) Clap ya hands Man I'm hungry muh-fucka Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (Ow!) Clap ya hands Skills, nigga Clap ya hands everybody [Verse 1] I'm so amazing, flow is cajun Fly, everything aviation Feel like Clark, and I'm on vacation I throw it in the park, now I'm back to basics Who need teaching, I'm cocky, I'm reachin' It's ugly, like when old lady's ain't decent I don't like beefin', my weight like a vegan But compared to y'all on the mic, you ain't eatin' I ain't talking Lambo's & F1's More like Rakim & KRS Ones (hahahehe!) I'm killin' em, you can keep your money Our boss need a big desk just to write the check on I know I'm difficult, rap got typical, but I got visual (Yes) The bam like Bigelow (Yeeeeees) I'm like the i12 app for risers [?] so rush represent from New Jersey's finest [Chorus] Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is) I said, slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!) They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin' 1990 Now!" [Verse 2] Yo, I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the new niño Have Italian chicks grab my libido You got the swag, but I got skills I'm half Huxtable, way I'm after them feels Yes sir, nigga, I'm a hustler too When I hit the rap game, where the fuck was you (where was you nigga!) '92; I was G Rap cool on camera Was all in the zone like Deion Sanders New niggas hate that, old niggas make that That's like a Maybach, built with an 8-Track Scrubs, they get Ajax ASAP Niggas who wouldn't squeeze a mayonnaise pack 70's; I was Commodore's & Whispers Rival gangs like Cowboys in Pittsburgh When I was putting up Muddy Waters Stickers You was a young cat, trying to meet Big Bird [Chorus] Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is) I said, slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!) They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (Let's Go!) [Interlude] I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the niño (Woah Woah Woah) Have It-The fuck is you talkin' about? (You said that shit already) Ah, I did, right? God dammit! Bring it back [Verse 3] Yo, when my camp on fire; Smokey the Bear So only fadin' is mostly the hair Got women clumsy, like Sinclair And so many Jordans my nigga owe me a pair (I swear) I can afford to take losses With all these exhausts on the horses (Doc!) You won't find me up in the office When it's Friday and I want Ms. Parker Yeah, I'm kung pow around a sundial I should be rich now like the Rothschilds Rather, I'm in the hood with a black'n mild Listenin' to y'all demos on Soundclouds [Interlude 2] And- Y-See!? (Aw!) Y'all done fucked my vibe up, man (No!) Fix y'all shit, man [Chorus] Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin' (The year is! 1990, 90) 1990 Now!" (There it is) Clap ya hands, everybody, (Aw Man) cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin' (The year is! 1990, 90) 1990 Now!" (Let's go!) (Yessir) I said slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everybody (Brick City, what's good baby?) They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is) (Whoooo) I said slap ya hands, everybody, (Latifah what's good baby?) cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" (Gilla House) I tell 'em Music slows down & soon cuts off: Turn yo mother fuckin' mu-u-u-u-u-u-u-s-i-i-i-i-i-i-c... [Outro] Yo, What the fuck! AW! Who the fuck turned off the power!? (Fuck man) Fuckin' Assholes
(Fala pra eles Drik Barbosa...) 1. 9. 9. 2 1. 9. 9. 2 1. 9. 9. 2 Sou de onde o trampo é sério As conquistas é nóis por nóis Resistente igual Angela Davis, 25 anos depois Vou cantando alegria e luta E buscando os prêmios pra nóis, pra nóis Persistente igual Viola Davis Enfrento olhares, vencendo medos desde cedo Sendo mais que uma em mlihares Vocês querendo prosperidade, mas não têm respeito Ódio em seus olhares, que contradição Sigo, fogo na missão, consigo me manter sã Sempre fui som, nunca fui só Sempre com caneta e papel na mão, minha salvação Descendo e subindo a ladeira da Souza Vivi tanta coisa No caminho do bem que nem Karol de Souza Viva Ruth de Souza Fiz dos ressentimentos veso certeiro Kriolão e Mike, tão desde o primeiro Sem pala pra comédia E pros terceiro, dica Jamais falem do que não viveram! Sempre tive a frente Minha mente além do que eles disseram que eu poderia ser na frente É, eu sou a surpresa que cê não esperava mas viu que era quente, quente Viu que era quente, quente Nas ideias, nas rima avançada Não segura a gente, não segura a gente Vim pra agregar Desfilo na vida, poderosa tipo a Naomi Sou cria de vila e a responsa já tá no meu nome Versátil, sou peso nas rima Chego foda nos Love Song Versar, tio, é mais que ter views; é postura no microfone Drik zica, também quero as onça Fartura, conforto, pra minha família Rap tomo de assalto e já domina A mídia tá pirando com a mão pra cima Cria de Sp, quero arte nos muro Graffiti é cultura, nóis faz barulho Provo pra você As preta no topo, tô que nem Taís Araújo Sempre tive a frente Minha mente além do que eles disseram que eu poderia ser na frente É, eu sou a surpresa que cê não esperava mas viu que era quente, quente Viu que era quente, quente Nas ideias, nas rima avançada Não segura a gente, não segura a gente Avisei que é só começo das benção Foda-se o que eles pensam Só eu sei dos corre que eu fiz e da intenção Tive que ser forte até quando doía o coração E com 12 anos era mais madura do que cês com 30 ainda nem são
Ay These motherfuckers, man, yo (Elite, Elite, Elite) Check it, yo, check it out, ay Since 1993 I've been smoking weed, ask about me Niggas know not to Oh, wait, niggas know, oh, fuck, ay Uh, I'm drunk at a party, ain't put down my cup The fuck is my water? I pick this shit up Then drank all the water and threw this shit up It's ash in my cup, I'm mad as a muh', huh I push pack like USPS, you is a b-itch Ay, yo, yo, shut the fuck, ay Don't even rap, nigga, you, ay, hold on Hold the fuck up, nigga Tell me why you wanna come get high tonight I only got one reason, I'm top dog tonight I let the broads borrow my room and I got caught tonight Drunken partying, slobbering, 'nother sloppy night Always fight with my mama, but look, on my leave night I'll call her, when I'm a baller, I promise that I'ma score you Until then, I'ma ignore you, it's nothing personal (sorry) I'm just tryna fuck a couple girls and go Can't do that while I'm on the phone I'm not a mother's boy, I'm a motherfucker Ay, ay, ay, hold on, hold on, nigga Can I smoke? Can I smoke? Can I smoke, nigga? (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Yeah Sittin' sideways, side steppin' side bitches Side eyes, light skin, need stitches, mind your business You're slurring, my baby, you're surfing, no turfing My girl drippin', dirty whispers in my ear I don't mumble A-B-C your way up out the convo Lookin' for sluts, oh? I know a couple Bro, bro, bro, bro, ay, bro, bro, bro, bro Ay, nigga, come on, like Nigga, stop rapping, start passing (Oh-oh-oh-oh) like can I? Nigga bro, bro (Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up) (Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up) (Roll up, shit) Look, okay the weed so strong it got me stressed The stress so strong it got me weed I'm so on, it threw me off (yeah) I'm throwed off, yes indeed I threw up after my threesome On my threads, had to leave the crime scene like criminals do She wanna come to my crib and give me a genital smooch Typical, typical, get the piccolo, skididdle, skedaddle I sling peen like a lasso That mean king save the queen from the castle I grab the saddle Prisoner to prescription, it's changed, jackal, Jack Daniels Shawty tryna tell me Motherfucker, ay, didn't I say? Nigga, ay We can't rap, nigga, we smoking weed Stop rappin', nigga, this is not a rap session We gettin' high If I smoke a blunt right now I'ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down Around my ankles Still no stranger to the blunt smoke, gun smoke You niggas don't want smoke No guts like that Swisher we just smoked We cutthroat, niggas (hold, hold on, hold on) Wait, w-w-w-wait W-w-w-wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, ay, wait Shh, shh, shh Wait, wait, wait, okay, Watson, Watson, stop 'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads He think he smoke now Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin' That's the end of the song, nigga This the end of the session, we goin' home I just called my Lyft I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean Let me try one more time
Aw yeah Drop it for a nigga That ass up [Hook: Lloyd] Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo' time Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] She say I only love the way she drop it, well maybe so She say I'll probably leave if she don't pop it, we'll never know Cause she get down on us, scrub the ground on it, with no shame Give her time on it, roll around on it, do her thang I ain't, the type to trick but she go hard for the cause Type to bust it open wide and have me close down the mall We ain't, gotta take it slow, she's-a hit the door Let it show, for the give and go, get it on the flo' Woo, ayy, shake it like you never ever got to shake it If pussy popping was a college, she done graduated She need a bow for that ass just to celebrate it A lot of clapping and a standing ovation when she [Hook: Lloyd] Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo' time Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you [Verse 2: Lloyd] I be in the streets with my woes And I be on the creep all the time with these hoes Can't help that I'm a freak and it shows See I be eating pussy, kissing titties, sucking toes Million dollar nigga since a youngin And if the police coming then I'm runnin' And if I go to jail then my baby post the bail Nigga, nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothing She got some ugly ass ways Aw, but she sure look fine She know how to blow my mind When she drop that ass for me like it's 1999 [Hook: Lloyd] Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo' time Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] You know I love you shorty, or maybe I'm just kidding But the way you pop that, pop that pussy, shit I'm all up in it, tightly fitted Bounce that ass up, got to climb up the pole If she ever hit the stage, I'ma be at her show Cause she my favorite life, favorite type That bust it open, bust it baby, but she lady like Ooh, I'm talking head wraps and sundresses, heels for her flexing Ain't no time she won't lend me that box, it need stretching On the late night She got the kind of glove to catch me if the play's right That fly you out, you and that ass have a safe flight And I'ma be there when she lands Cause she never stood a chance in that bow-legged stance Told her back that ass up [Hook: Lloyd] Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Back that ass up like it's 1999 Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo' time Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you
You on point phife? Once again tip You on point phife? Once again tip You on point phife? Once again tip Word Watch me bust they shit Okay Oh, you did it to me once again my friend I swear you do it to me everytime 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and on On and on and on This is the year that I come in and just devastate My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate? My rhymes are harder than last night's erection Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight Amping up the mic making sure production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock My name's malik my hobby's putting mc's to the test And if you front I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop You crew is loose, you might just want to call the cops Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper The only tip I got for a waiter Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble We be the real mc's and you dead, bring a shovel Revitalize, the vital tribe nigga, what? The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts You know a fellas good for the moola Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me slick tip the ruler Oh, you did it to me once again my friend I swear you do it to me everytime 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo you got it goin on, on and on and on On and on and on Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure points But I can break a fella down like sex You eat wheat chex but still light in the ass and can't flex If one nigga front I'mma make more pay 'Cause tonight, we gettin off like o. j And yo I got a dawg that bites, fuck the barking Yo I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and I fought my shit up on linden in the one-nine-two Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do Hoping to battle, but most mc's ain't ready yet But if they utter one word then it's as good as set You have mc's dropping bombs that's incredible Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable As for me see I just do how I love to do Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along The freaking fame, someone tell em that this shit ain't games You gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soul And if it's real only then will you be on a roll I try to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose Four albums deep as a quester but still we payin' dues So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself 'Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self I'm coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang And yo, we'll see who can hang yo You on point tip? Yo once again phife You on point tip? Yo once again phife You on point tip? Yo once again phife Ayo that kid is marvelous Oh, you did it to me once again my friend I swear you do it to me everytime 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo you got it goin on, on and on and on On and on and on
Wake up, wake up, wake up, it's tha 1st of tha month Get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on It's the 1st of tha month Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day And I won't front wit' ya. Why? Cause it's the first of the month and I'll be smokin chokin rollin buzzin sippin On 40 ounces thuggin Come come we got tha blessed rum from Chokin all night we high. Where east 1999 I get wit my nigga they gimme some Yeyo double up nigga What you need we got weed to get p.o. D'd think for the green leaf double up for Tha first for sho' better lay low Cause tha poe-poe creep when they roll so (oh no) If you can't get away betta toss that yeyo Keep your bank roll roll (yea) We havin a celebration we gonna stay high And you betta believe when it's time to Grime I'm down for mine crime after crime Betta creep to tha pad cause mom's got Tha grub on the grill If we got tha food oooo You know it's tha first of tha month and my Niggas we chills for real Wake up and I see that my sista was already dressed Shw said I'm a run and go get in my stanze watch And make sure no one snatches my check Thinkin that tha mailman sort thru tha mail And put it up inna me pockets I'm head to tha ninety nine to get me drop of 40 ounce Ride tha regal hop on tha 10 to clair Gonna get up witta me those thugs Gonna catch get buzzed man gotta get there Playa playa holla holla st. Clair got much To offer weed on 93 or off with That glock-glock for some dollarz so geta bag of dope A quart of o (ohhh) Most of my niggaz got tha Same and we gonna roll it all up and smoke it Hittin that reefer hydro we on tha cut So fuck tha po-po Around we taggin that ye-yo with bone and say ho Went into tha alley gettin a malley sundiel january November december whenever tha first of tha month Gotta grind gotta get mine in tha hood That claim where I slang on tha double nine Gotta find them dubs holdin that 40 Can a thug can get buzzed whas up Try to slang on my corner nigga yous a gonner St. Clair nigga don;t like that and sellin them dummies Makin that money come back nigga get pap pap From tha first to tha 15th niggas smoke plenty weed But I gotta save gotta come up Put my rocks in cut When I get high gotta blaze that blunt up (huh) Gotta roll to tha pad count up my Profits add it to tha stack Gotta watch my back see for niggas Thats trying to rob me fool but never no short And no losses Dumpin keppin thse niggas up off me see Tha whole block thug smoke a lot of weed On tha first Wakin up with a buzz up early in tha mornin' Scratchin I'm yawin' light weight drink Chugaluga take a fifth to tha dome some static Gotta kick it wit my trues same I'm gettin my hussle on Hop on the phone callin up krazie bone Wanna know yo o.g check come She put me down gonna hop on tha bus wit b. Nigga Let's get drunk And I come wit blunt after blunt of this skunk Nigga t. Just put me down Oh God, how I love when tha first come around me Gettin me black and myles right across town Cause nigga tha first get celebrated rushin to tha Block cause I want to get faded Nigga no waycause I need my hair braided We heavy off into this game true to tha first Just call me that po slang Tha nicke;s and dimes at 20's and 50's Tha first be tha day for tha dope man Slangin' that cocaine fool and I'm workin late tonight And all them friends be lovin' tham thugs Because they got them rocks for them right Come come wit tha endz I got a get paid on tha first gotta blaze up my splif Gettin' live with tha bone thugs Poet hustlers and tha graveyard shift on tha first