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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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9. |
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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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10. |
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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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11. |
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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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12. |
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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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13. |
Wu-Tang Lotus
04:05
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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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15. |
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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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