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Nusagi vs. Hip Hop vol. 1

by Nusagi

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Yeah You know sometimes I think they don't truly understand me, You know cause they don't Can't change the world unless we change ourselves Die from the sicknesses if we don't seek the health All eyes be my witness when I speak what's felt Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt Three K's, Two A's in Amerikkka I'm just a black spade spawn out the nebula And everything I do is and say today is worthwhile Went for showing and inspire action in your first child I'll begin my verse now Sometimes I speak and I feel like it ain't my words Like I'm just a vessel channeling inside of this universe I feel my ancestors arrested inside of me It's like they want me to shoot my chance and change society But how do I go about it? Tell me where I start? My destiny rerouted when I chose to follow heart You told to follow suit, but tell me what it do for you? Except weigh you down, now you trapped inside the cubicle they built for us The first step in the change is to take notice Realize the real games that they tried to show us 300 plus years of them cold shoulders Yet 300 million of us still got no focus Sorry America, but I will not be your soldier Obama just wasn't enough, I just need some more closure And Donald Trump is not equipped to take this country over Let's face facts cause what's the real motives In the land of the free, it's for the free loaders Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors They disorganized my people, made us all loners Still got the last names of our slave owners In the land of the free, it's for the free loaders Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors They disorganized my people, made us all loners Still got the last name of our slave owners Can't change the world unless we change ourselves Die from the sicknesses if we don't seek the health All eyes be my witness when I speak what's felt Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt Three K's, Two A's in Amerikkka I'm just a black spade spawn out the nebula And everything I do is and say today is worthwhile Went for showing and inspire action in your first child Trickery in the system, put my n****s in prison All of our history hidden, ain't no liberty given We all fit the description of what the documents written We been lacking the vision and barely making a living We too worried to fit in while they been benefitin' Every time you submittin', we all guilty admit it The lord won't get you acquitted, but you still askin' for forgiveness Put opiates in syringes then inject his religion How many times do I gotta tell you I'm a man on a mission Many times I gotta tell you I don't need no permission Or human supervision, ain't no livin' condition I'm reaching out to my children, just hoping that they will listen Start a new coalition against corrupt politicians Its not enough pots to piss in, too many murder convictions Another family evicted, another black man a victim That's as real as it's getting, you should take recognition In the land of the free, it's for the free loaders Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors They disorganized my people, made us all loners Still got the last name of our slave owners In the land of the free, it's for the free loaders Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors They disorganized my people, made us all loners Still got the last name of our slave owners Can't change the world unless we change ourselves Die from the sicknesses if we don't seek the health All eyes be my witness when I speak what's felt Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt Three K's, Two A's in Amerikkka I'm just a black spade spawn out the nebula And everything I do is and say today is worthwhile Went for showing and inspire action in your first child Without love, cold is the season Without love, lonely the hard Without love, cold is the season Without love, we are miles apart Without love
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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Guess who's bizzack? Still smell the blow in my clothes Like Krispy Kreme, I was cooking them O's (cooking them O's) Like horseshoes, I was tossing them O's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow (recycle the flow) I'm emotional, I hug the block (ay) I'm so emotional, I love my Glock Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer? About the scrilla, call me a Ghostface Killa (yup) It's kinda hard to be drug-free When Georgia Power won't give a n**** lights free Switched hustles, been killin' em ever since It pays to tell the truth, dog, it only makes sense [Chorus: Young Jeezy] When they play that new Jeezy watch the whole club go crazy And watch the whole club go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang (ay) [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Buy 18 the hard way (let's get it) Have a humble n**** thinking about gun play (chea) Now who the fuck wanna play with guns? A lot of holes, a lot of blood, dog...the shit ain't fun (nope) So I suggest you don't play with my chains I'll send these hollows atchya, let em play with ya brain (that's right) The streets is watching, the name is warm The product's white, a star is born (yeeaah) And I'm so fly, if I take this parachute off, I might fall and die (damn) Wrap the work like spandex with the latex (yeah) Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex (ay) [Chorus: Young Jeezy] When they play that new Jeezy watch the whole club go crazy And watch the whole club go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang When they play that new Jeezy watch the whole club go crazy And watch the whole club go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang (ay) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] More than a hustler, I'm the definition of it Master chef, Lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homie, it's Hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Mariott If money talks, the whole world's 'bout to hear me out See, I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money, my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z Blue Don't follow me, young'un, follow my moves, I'm not a role model My bad influence got the world drinking gold bottles When Puff was in that tub spilling Mo' I was at my video, Cris' on the speedboat In My Lifetime, n****, go through your research St. Thomas, my n****, that was me first Chrome-shoe'd the GS, I came feet-first In the game like a baby born to breech birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, a dime at a time My n****s love it when I talk like this My corporate people start bugging 'cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like "Nah Hov', talk that shit The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z!" See I'ma '80s baby, master of Reaganomics School of Hard Knocks, every day is college You ain't did nothing I ain’t did, n**** pay homage Or pay the doctor, I spray Llamas still The time'll reveal, you know I'm being honest Ya ain’t pull my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your shades 'cause your boy that bright Goodnight! [Chorus: Young Jeezy] When they play that new Jeezy watch the whole club go crazy And watch the whole club go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang When they play that new Jeezy watch the whole club go crazy And watch the whole club go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang [Outro: Hannibal Buress] There's this rapper Young Jeezy, he has this one song, "how stupid? dumb big, my rooms got rooms!" Aye. Nah, Jeezy, those are closets. Those aren't extra rooms in your rooms. Jeezy!
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[Chorus:] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breaking down the good weed rolling the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Riding through the hood got me gripping the grain And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lanes Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the creep Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cause when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me N**** your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These n****s is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Riding around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes It's purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples It's going down! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass n**** roll that blunt Let's get high n**** smoke us one Car pull out the phantom N****s can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and Stack My G's Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cause I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cause them n****s still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] What's up Mary! How you doing? Mary Jane stanky n**** Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You ain't met no dudes spitting cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a n**** who smoke Reggie Miller Coughing and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a n**** running back Where the n**** really good sticky number at Cutting through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey n**** got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I!!
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[Jay-Z] R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit The takeover, the break's over n**** God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?) Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy N****s'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One] I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor Well - we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody could read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one - I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo! R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One] I know you missin all the - FAME! But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain N****; you are - INSANE! Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your - FAME! - career come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend N****; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a corn n**** you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAIN! You said you been in this ten I've been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years n****? I could divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic" That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so - INSANE! N**** switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the fuck outta here) You n****s gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit "Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One] A wise man told me don't argue with fools Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, n**** I'm grown Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's, not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you n**** I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes you breakin my heart You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga You only get half a bar - fuck y'all n****s
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[Intro - Kendrick Lamar:] Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume, go, go [Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar:] I recognize your fragrance, hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh And I know your taste is, a little bit hmm, high maintenance, uh Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet, where your friends and 'em? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off, fuck that Pour up plenty of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party N**** don't approach her with that Atari, n****, that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, P.S [Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song [Verse 2 - Drake:] I really hope you play this, 'cause ol' girl, you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been taking clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense Young East African girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your momma to the motherland, I could do it Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's alright here in the city and you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but Goddamn, you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh Good God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more And they say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, P.S [Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song [Verse 3 - Kendrick Lamar:] Every time I write these words, they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb It's you looking in the mirror, love is not just a verb It's you looking for it, maybe, call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common and what we have common is pain I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb And I can see power steering, sex drive when you swerve I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, uh-huh That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, uh-huh Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly and right before you go blind, P.S [Hook - Kendrick Lamar:] You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song
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"Let me show you somethin'" "Let me show you somethin'" Dr. Octagon paramedic fetus of the East With priests I'm from the Church of the Operating Room With the strike support scalpels since the holocaust I do indeed in greed explore meet the patients Back to brooms with the nurse with the voodoo curse Holding up office lights standing at huge heights Back and forth left wing swing to North East and South with blood pouring down your mouth I come prepared with the white suit and stethoscope Listen to your heartbeat, delete beep beep BEEP Your insurance is high, but my price is cheap Look at the land... Blue Flowers! Drawing by the purple pond, in the purple pastures Blue Flowers! Drawing by the purple pond, yellow ink that flows Blue Flowers! Drawing by the pond, look, it's raining yellow Would you care to listen to me more? Thank you Holding bags on down right from the hospital It's a patient that's worth to keep the germs off the turf Cybernetic microscopes and metal antidote Two telescopes that magnify the size of a roach Three computers to cup of coffee planted with my hand and Astroplanets detached turn on rear foggers Cut the light on the kid, and turn the bright on Supersonic waves combine and burn as brainwaves I see the mascot of Evil he's not Knievel Shakespeare's gone don't even think about it Yes, as I'm going to the park, I see... Blue Flowers! It's raining green, by the pond Blue Flowers! It's totally raining green, pouring Blue Flowers! I smell the bees and the birds Blue Flowers! Different aspects of life, blue flowers "Let me show you something" "When the patient woke up, his skeleton was missing, and the doctor was never heard from again!" "Anyway, that's how I lost my medical license." "Archimedes! No!"
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The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tec-9 holder They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fishscale Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist Man, please, the stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies Ban me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks (is it?) Hot enuff black (for ya) It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, both show skills Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my n**** go? Figaro, Figaro O's beats and my rhymes attack A scary act All black like Ms. Mary Mack Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano DOOM sings soprano like "una duociano" My momma told me Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E Not to be troublesome But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum No stick of bubble gum I like ice cream We could skip the weddin' Have a nice dream She only let him stick the head in
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[Gucci Mane & Migos:] Hah It's Gucci Drop Top Wizop Hoo (Skrrt) Yuh (Skrrt) Ayy (Go) [Quavo:] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash) And a car came with a blunt in it (Yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot) And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah) Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yah) In Italy Got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Brr, ayy) Drop the top when it's cold (Drop top) But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy) Be real with me, keep it one hundred (Whoa) Just be real with me (Ayy) Eat it up like it's a feast (Eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (Yep) [Takeoff:] Percocet pill on me (Percocet) Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (Ice) Them n****s that flex in the back don't say nothin' Them n****s will kill for me Back ends I count 'em asleep, on fleek Hundred K spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe) Bitch, I'm a dog, you're my treat (Hrr) Hop out the frog and leap (Leap) I put them bricks in the fender My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner) I used to break and then enter Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple (Whew) It's simple, I play with the mental Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (Mama) Canada, cause I'm a money symbol Walkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (Money) Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (Tip her) A nickel for me to take pictures (Nickel) Not from L.A. but I clip her (Brr) Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis) Fox on my body, no Vivica (Fox on my) I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your) Look at my wrist and it's critical (Look at the) Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (Droppin' the) I get that bag on the regular (Bag) I got a bag on my cellular (Brr) Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (Bag) Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (Cookies) Cocaine, codeine, et cetera (White) Cocaine and lean, it's federal (White) I take off, landin' on Nebula As of now twenty M's on my schedule (Takeoff) [Quavo:] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash) And a car came with a blunt in it (Yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot) And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah) Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yah) In Italy Got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Brr, ayy) Drop the top when it's cold (Drop top) But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy) Be real with me, keep it one hundred (Whoa) Just be real with me (It's Gucci, ayy) Eat it up like it's a feast (Hah, eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (Yep) [Gucci Mane:] I know that these n****s gettin' sick of me These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece I won't even like to freestyle for free I put in the key and I ride the beat I won't even come out the house for free I pay a n**** to drive for me JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me I do what I want, cause I'm signed to me (Damn) I get the, I get the, I get the bag They get the bag, had to cut it in half Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laugh Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash (Gucci) Convertible Wop, convertible top My dope got a vertical, look at it hop Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot Came out of jail and went straight to the top Take it easy, baby Middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby Don't leave me, baby Just drop to your knees and please me, baby I'm fascinated Two bitches so fine that I masturbated Congratulations She brain me so good that I graduated (Wow) They had to hate it I don't fuck with them n****s, they plastic, baby I trap a baby I rap but I own all of my masters, baby It's tragic, baby I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby A savage, baby I'm killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby [Quavo:] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash) And a car came with a blunt in it (Yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot) And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah) Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yah) In Italy Got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Brr, ayy) Drop the top when it's cold (Drop top) But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy) Be real with me, keep it one hundred (Whoa) Just be real with me (Ayy) Eat it up like it's a feast (Eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (Yep)
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[Verse 1] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser But they don't know about the stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray So you can reminisce and wish You wasn't living so devilish shit I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping oldies 62s 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G, I had to get P-A-D That's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps trying to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court for an assault That I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand 'Cause man [Hook] It'll all be over (x4) [Verse 2] I had the master plan I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs And when he start to bust He like to ask who's next? I got my honey on the Amtrak With the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon' to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed At last I'm literally lounging black, Sitting back counting double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead with six to the head Then I got the phone call It couldn't hit me harder We got infiltrated Like Nino at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy she'll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, that's me blowing like a bubble In the everyday struggle [Hook] It'll all be over (x8)
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[Intro: JAY-Z] Je t'adore, JAY-Z, je t'adore Course I love you... I love all y'all Hehehe, hehehe, for real [Chorus: Biz Markie + JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour [Verse 1: JAY-Z] I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me "cabron" plus "maricon" Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento, mami, slow up your tempo" I got this black chick, she don't know how to act Always talking out her neck, making her fingers snap She like: "Listen, Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to French kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist "Ma cherie amour, tu es belle" Merci, you're fine as fuck but you giving me hell I got this Indian squaw, the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with: red dot or feather She said: "all you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough" Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black That's fried chicken, curry chicken.. damn I'm getting fat Arroz con pollo, French fries and crepe An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate I love [Chorus: Q-Tip + JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, uh-huh Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll [Verse 2: JAY-Z] I got this young chick, she so immature She like, why you don't buy me Reeboks no more Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Got to toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holla Got a project chick that plays her part And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene God damn she's fine but she parties all the time! I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat back love So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae Bo That means I'm new-school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first class seat [Chorus: Slick Rick + JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out Got a chick from Peru that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that gets shit through Got this weed head chick, she always catch me doing shit Crazy girl.. wanna leave me but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick 'Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half" I got this ho that after 12 million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov' Got to tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I've got so many girls across the globe [Outro: JAY-Z + (Biz, Tip, Rick)] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls..
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[Intro] "I decided to mix the little bits that were left in every liquor bottle. In my haste I had grabbed a bottle of the kids' cough syrup." [Hook - 2x] Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours [Slim Thug] Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window These niggaz don't understand me cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade I got it made the big boss of the north Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!) [Hook - 2x] [Interlude] "30 cases of cough syrup, sign here." "Ahaha! I got hooked on this stuff in the service." [Mike Jones] Four fours I'm tippin' Wood grain I'm gripping Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping Turn your neck and your dame missing Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping Like do or die I'm po' pimping Car stop rims keep spinning I'm flipping drop with indvisible tops Hoes bop when my drop step out I'm shaking the block with four eighteens' Candy green with eleven screens My gasoline always supreme Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean It takes grinding to be a king It takes grinding to be a king First Round Draft Picks coming Who is Mike Jones coming Slab shining with the grill and woman Slab shining with the grill and woman I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't clone me Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me (I Said!) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me [Hook - 2x] [Outro] "The secret ingredient is..." "Homer, no!" "Cough syrup. Nothing but plain, ordinary, over-the-counter children's cough syrup." "Shoot."
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[CLEF:] We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned. Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn. Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm. Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade. That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families. What's going on? Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. [CHORUS (Lauryn):] Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [LAURYN:] Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon, Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees. Hey Hey Hey Try to take the crew and we don't play play Say say say Like Paul McCartney, not hardly, ODD-ly enough I can see right through your bluff N****s huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died. I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes, Don't remove my Polos on the first episode. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La. [(LAURYN) CHORUS:] Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ:] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories, Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees, Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me. From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like, Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan. [(CLEF) REPEAT 2X:] What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. [(LAURYN) REPEAT CHORUS 2X:] Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
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[Intro] "Come on, you really think you'll be able to get through Gaara's defenses just by dropping a couple pounds of weight?" [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, ("Blow!") first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparking and busting mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hang glide, holding on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react like a convict and start killing shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealing in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway No question, I send your ass back right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you resting While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwing n****s off airplanes 'cause cash rules (cash rules) Everything around me, black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them n****s, son) [Interlude] "Uh oh" "Yeah, uh oh is right. Your friend with the eye makeup is getting the stuffing beaten out of him!" [Verse 2: Raekwon] AKs black bust back like seventy MACs I'm all that, street n****s knowing my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see Marvelous menace for society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit And then you know I'm running through the penal Foul, four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it One love kid, no I'm not doing a bid Too much to get for what 'cause six n****s got Stuck and the n**** chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap, sneakers stay Jet-black floating in the flyest Ac', n**** Bring it! Yeah [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats [Verse 3: U-God] Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force you're doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Well, I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from Is comin' through with nuff n****s and nuff guns So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin', contestin' You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Phony n****s are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin' n****s like an 18 wheeler With a drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin' [Verse 5: Raekwon the Chef] Rough like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan in 'Yota Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the n****s with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We pack chrome TEC's, nickel-plated MAC's Black AC's, drug-dealin' styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though 'Cause I got to get my props and win it, yo I got beef with commercial-ass n****s with gold teeth Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef Straight up and down, don't even bother I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill n****s' fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack My peoples, are you with me? Where you at? Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats [Outro] "Well, is that all?" "My speed will not be enough. He is impossible to get at behind those sand defenses. But maybe, if I can get him up off the ground and away from the sand, then hit him hard from above... with the lotus. Get ready."
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[Verse One: Big Boi] Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell, there he go again talking that shit Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see this Southern player serve I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fucking shine box, and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison [Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)] Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Everybody let me hear you say Oh-Ye-Yer [Verse Two: Andre] Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender, ain't nothing better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that n**** syndrome Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone They alienate us 'cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say... [Chorus] [Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre] Everyday I sit while my n**** be in school Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey I'm home but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just made it Like you made the B team And like the daddy's wife you making the coffee You heard the A-T-L-iens So back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger not to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God works in mysterious ways so when he starts the job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay [Chorus]
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[Quavo:] Yeah, yeah (Deko) Woah, hold on (OG Parker) Uh Walk it like I talk it (walk it) Walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it like I talk it (walk it) Walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it (hey) Walk it like I talk it (walk it) Walk it like I talk it (walk it) Walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it (talk it) Walk it like I talk it (ayy) Walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it, walk it like I talk it (yeah) Take my shoes and walk a mile Something that you can't do (woo, hey) Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves) I like to walk around with my chain loose (chain, chain) She just bought a new ass but got the same boobs (same boobs) Whipping up dope, scientist (Whip it up, whip it up, cook it up, cook it up, skrr, skrr) That's my sauce, where you find it? (That's my sauce, look it up, look it up, find it) Adding up checks, no minus (Add it up, add it up, add it up, add it up, yeah) Get your respect in diamonds (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice) I bought a Plain Jane Rollie These n****s bought they fame (woo) I think my back got scoliosis 'cause I swerve the lane (skrr) Heard you signed your life for that brand new chain (I heard) Think it came with stripes But you ain't straight with the gang (gang, gang) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (let's go) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it [Drake:] Ayy, [Snoop Dogg:] "...right now everybody tryna rap the same style with the... I don't know who created it if it was Future or Migos but all them n****s sound the same" [Drake:] I gotta stay in my zone Say that we been beefing dog, but you on your own First night, she gon' let me fuck 'cause we grown I hit her, gave her back to the city, she home (She at home now!) That was that So I can't be beefing with no wack n****, got no backbone Heard you living in a mansion in all your raps, though But your shit look like the trap on this Google Maps, though We been brothers since Versace bando, whoa Name ringing like a Migo trap phone, whoa Used to be with Vashtie at Santo's That's on Tommy Campos, we live like Sopranos and I— [Quavo:] Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (let's go) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it [Offset:] Woo, woo, woo, Offset N****s pocket watching (watching) I want that thot, this thot, ménaging (which one?) I bought a franchise to double up the profits (franchise) We make a land slide, chopper get to popping (landslide) Eliott got me rocky Blow a socket, chicken teriyaki (brr) Take off rocket, keep 'em in pocket Water gon' lock it, quadruple the profit (profit) I walk like I walk (hey) talk like I talk (woah) What's in my vault? Load of cash and assaults (brr!) I put a lab in my loft (lab) She cook up and jab with the fork (jab) By the pair, I got karats that choke (by the pair) By the pair, I got karats each lobe (by the pair) Private life, private jets 'round the globe (private life) Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the 'cho (hey) [Quavo:] Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (let's go) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it [Takeoff:] Watch it buck, no Milwaukee (hunnid) Walk it, like I talk it That's my bro, he know the lingo (lingo) Ain't no walkie-talkie (no) This some, "You know, why don't we know?" (We know?) Hold out on that coffee Smoke the cookie, get the coughing Drop-dead fresh, I need a coffin Balling, something we do often (ball) Take the pot and I'm splashing up, dolphin (splash) I take the nine and go buy me a faucet (nine) Walk it like I talk it, a n**** done bought it (uh) I play the coach so I gotta call it (call it) Up in the shits, some n****s just dormant (shits) Walk in the building, they start applauding (applauding) I get a rebound, I ain't talking about Spalding (ball) [Quavo:] Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it), walk it like I talk it (let's go) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (woo) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey) Walk it like I talk it (walk it), walk it like I talk it (yeah) Walk it like I talk it, walk it, walk it like I talk it
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[2pac:] Turn it up loud Hahaha, ahahaha, hey man You a little sucker for love, right? Word up, hahahahaha [2pac:] I shoulda seen You was trouble right from the start, taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps We had some problems but we workin at it, and now The arguments are gettin' loud, I wanna stay But I can't help from walkin' out just throw it away Just take my hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be your man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin' for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin' Soon as I open up the door with your jealous questions Like where can I be you're killin' me with your jealousy Now my ambition's to be free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin' me to come back, I'm a sucka for love [Eric Williams:] What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up [2pac:] Just when I thought I broke away and I'm feelin' happy You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy Don't wanna fall for it, but in this case what could I do? So now I'm back To makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true What if I'm wrong, a trick to keep me holdin on Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin' close To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control My heart is sayin' leave, oh what a tangle web we weave When we conspire to conceive, and now You gettin' calls at the house, guess you cheatin' That's all I need to hear cause I'm leavin', I'm out the do' Never no more will you see me, this is the end Cause now I know you've been cheatin, I'm a sucka for love [Eric Williams:] What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up [2pac:] Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away It wasn't always a hit and run relationship It use to be love, happiness and companionship Remember when I treated you good I moved you up to the hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood Me and you a happy home, when it was on I had a love to call my own I shoulda seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes Preoccupied with gettin' tossed, no need to lie You had a man and I knew it, you told me Don't worry bout it we can do it now I'm under pressure Make a decision cause I'm waitin', when I'm alone I'm on the phone havin' secret conversations, huh I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness But I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love [Eric Williams:] What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up What you won't do, (do for love) You tried everything, but you don't give up What you won't do, (do for love) You tried everything, but you don't give up Do for love, yeah baby yeah Do for love
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[Verse 1: Jay Z] Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food Even though a n**** gotta move like a crook move We was together on the block since free lunch We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view ‘cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in We're somewhere in a small town Somewhere lockin' a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with But deep inside a n**** so sick [Hook: Jay Z] I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I got to let the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry [Verse 2: Jay Z] On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch" Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip!" Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick A n**** had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor, but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed and we got flipped Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see — that's it It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy And then they got fuzzy And they don't remember that, and I don't remember you [Hook: Jay Z] I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry Yeah, I've seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I got to make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry [Verse 3: Jay Z] A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin' at me That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a n**** livin' was whack But you don't get a n**** back like that! Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don't throw away what we had, just like that I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever I'll mourn forever Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever [Hook: Jay Z] I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I got to let the song cry I know, I've seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I got to make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry

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A collection of original instrumentals crafted by Nusagi, paired with vocals taken from a diverse selection of Hip Hop artists.

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released September 1, 2019

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