1.I Don't Give A Fuck
I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
So step but you better step quick
from the mutha-fuckin' underground
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger？
Who'd do yah figure!？
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck
Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And that's just his luck
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
Cause a nigga like me
don't really give a fuck
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where？
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck
They just don't give a fuck
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
2.Can't Stop (Feat. Akon)
ooh yeah, oooh yeahhh,
Ace Hood, Konvict Music,
i know they want us to stop,
but we immune to lose it,
hey,
hey,
I cant stop gettin this money now,
cuz im out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
and you know we dont play when its time to grind.
Thats how it goes,
you wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
but whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always told to eat fast,
never snitchin was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own.
real niggas get paid every second of the day,
hit the mall blow a quote that I cant fit in this phrase,
just know its two colors in that Def Jam chain,
lil money wanna scam,
bitch I'm outta your range.
Make way,
feed me,
gotta get this money.
smokin nothin but the best yeah the boy so flooded, and i still
want money..
I cant stop gettin this money now,
cuz im out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
and you know we dont play when its time to grind.
Thats how it goes,
you wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
but whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
See niggas shut down,
my money keeps comin.
You niggas take breaks,
my team keeps runnin.
They bring me back bags,
louis vitton somethin.
Dont really know the price,
just know it costs money,
and when it comes to money,
they know it aint nothin,
Throw a 100 on jewels,
make it back up on a monday.
Why niggas tryna floss,
they ballin outta budget.
Everyday on the grind,
bitch my mind is on my money.
Tell 'em roll up the trees,
and deliver me the scummy.
Forget a 9 to 5,
overrated me to quit.
Now a day since legit,
I get it opposite legit.
Me and my nigga 'Kon so addicted to the chips.
He gon let you know the ？？？？..
I cant stop gettin this money now,
cuz im out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
and you know we dont play when its time to grind.
Thats how it goes,
you wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
but whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
And whatever it takes,
Ace Hood bout money.
how much for the chain？
I spend bout a 100.
See you can dim the lights,
but my wrist still sunny.
They know im on the block,
and my fitted in the glock.
Dickies cut wit a frame,
and a half up in my sock,
Gotta get it anyway,
and keep it level from the cops.
Bitch I never play the grind,
first rule off top.
I been in it for the dough,
you niggas need props .
I'm just in it for the guap,
100 million in the pot.
Only know to go get it
so the printer dont stop.
Grab 50 hit a lot,
and go and dump it on the drop.
I'm starvin like marvin,
it aint no give and bargin, like target.
I cant stop gettin this money now,
cuz im out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
and you know we dont play when its time to grind.
Thats how it goes,
you wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
but whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
3.Get Em Up
Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up)
(Ay, Get Em Up) Chea
(Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey
I got my drop top rollin' and I'm headin to the mother land
Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag
Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the truck jack, pushin like a super pack
Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, lamborghini fruit snacks
Twenty-two, thats what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet
Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the louie rag
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak
Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go
New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england
That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin wit
Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side
Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds
Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up
I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit
Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip
Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it
Better quit that fussin, don't know what's in the bullpit
.45's a motherfucker, hit chu and your cousin
Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Got that oven heated up and bitch you lookin like lunch
Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts
Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck？
Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's
up？
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up
4.Gutta (Feat. Trick Daddy)
(It's so incredible)
Ace...
You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit
Talkin bout you get all dem bricks
I'm a have to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mamma stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let da automatic spray
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka
Boy there you go
Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin？
No talk, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back
I'm gutta. I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all crap
And you homies won't last
Til your somethin like paper tags
Don't make me slide the mask
To save from blast
Get his ass
Now let me get em
When I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face
Tell em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they really don't think
That I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas know where you lay
Actin like I don't know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs
What？
Y'ain't bout dat lie
Huh？
Y'ain't got no stride
Naww
You'nt really grind
Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
In the middle of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em
Now who am I？ mothafuckas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like coasters
Creep Creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me folgers
But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries included know that the clip be hands on
It'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get em)
5.Guns High (Feat. R-City)
6.Cash Flow (Feat. T-Pain ＆ Rick Ross)
We the best def jam
i introduce you to ace
ace lets get money
Cash flow... (haha)
its too easy nigga (bankroll)
we don't count money no mo
we weight that shit
(Rick Ross Adlibs)
Let's get it...
(Ace Hood Verse)
eh knock knock, bang bang
where the cash at
if u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
come up swinging at you ducks like aflac
then i fall in the suede black may bach
see im back for da money like i left dat
see i be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go)
and any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get
pumped on like Citgo
make his body bounce bounce like a 64
tall clips chrome lips see the big gold
im a duffle bag boy like i move coke big crack threw tha music
so the flow dope
i keep my money ova bitches til da door close
i need money like a bitch need dick mo
im tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants
and a swift bankroll
(T-Pain Chorus)
I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
i be bangin on your front door wit da nine
ima come see ya (see ya)
ima come see ya (see ya)
i need all my doe not a dolla short
and if u dont have it den u gotta go
ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
in da sky let em kno dat we bout that
cash flow..i need it on time im
talkin bank roll my money my money my money
cash flow...i need it
on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...
(Ace Hood Verse)
And where my money young niggaz gotta have that
rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
pockets fat like im carrying a backpack
a couple grand for the louie band napsack
understand im the man who you can't match
moneyman minivan full of brown bags
better grand anyman never top that
cause money and the gat pop those straps
getting loot in the top drop right back
i ain't playin creep ya avenue and i'll blast
bust shots like a new year day blast
and i ride all day like a buss pass
grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow
kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go)
im trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro
rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll
(T-Pain Chorus Repeat)
I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
i be bangin on your front door wit da nine
ima come see ya (see ya)
ima come see ya (see ya)
i need all my doe not a dolla short
and if u dont have it den u gotta go
ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
in da sky let em kno dat we bout that
cash flow..i need it on time im
talkin bank roll my money my money my money
cash flow...i need it
on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...
(Rick Ross Adlibs)
ace i see you nigga
trilla
you m o b now nigga
you untouchable
(Rick Ross Verse)
big money in the dope hole
see the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money)
seventeen and he got his own kilo
running green nigga living like nino
ridin clean wax sittin for the c note
it ain't green get it back with tha c loc
momma dead broke daddy fucked up
im'a make them come and hit me with the recoup
god dammnit im still in the dope spot
why the fuck you think i pull up in a dope car
gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
so she gotta suck four dicks i b me v i p dj khaled m o b
girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold
(T-Pain Chorus Repeat)
I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
i be bangin on your front door wit da nine
ima come see ya (see ya)
ima come see ya (see ya)
i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u
gotta go
ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
in da sky let em kno dat we bout that
cash flow..i need it on time im
talkin bank roll my money my money my money
cash flow...i need it
on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...
hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it again
7.Ride (Feat. Trey Songz)
(Ace Hood)
chea
Ace Hood
see mama, all i want you to do is hold it down for me
I want you to be my ride or die
while i go get this money, i promise im get us out the hood baby
(Trey Songz)
Chorus
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
(Ace Hood)
listen
Baby look, just ride with me
swear that i got us mama
one thing i love about it
see you aint wit that drama
you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde
promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house
that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9-5
gotta get this money, paper callin but you never whine
gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes
that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind
cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time
you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind
and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line
my gutta baby, never maybe always gonna ride
(Trey Songz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
(Ace Hood)
and um, we can do them long vacations
thinking jamaica lately
cant take them deep relations, baby just keep it patient
shawty know what i do
shawty know who i be
you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat
i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets
i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets
come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louie v
but you aint trippin never question bout a nigga g
we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's
i ride for you, you ride for me that's where we need to be
i hold you down, you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams
your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me
(Trey Songz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
(Trey Songz)
now what's the definition of a rider
through it all they gon stand right beside ya
if you got one look em in the eyes
tell em you gon ride
tell em you gon ride (ri ri ri ri ri ride)
till the wheel fall off or the day that i die
that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody
tryna tell you shawty that
(Ace Hood)
ace, and i promise this to you
imma get us out this hood
into them places that you thinkin that you never could
but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop
imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you
forget them haters
keep you tailored see whats sexy too
and i like your body all i think about is doin you
and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two
you ride or die same smile when you see the loot
(TreySongz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
yea yea yea
we gon make it out
we gon make it out this hood
8.Fed Bound
9.Stressin' (Feat. Plies)
A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now cause
a nigga almost got married to da liquor boy nigga so fucked up
out here cause
I'm stressin badda den a bitch my nigga...
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
Chea my rent due n I'm stressin'...
landlord jest called with a message...
say I gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis
mess...
it's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my
presents...
bad luck is all in my presents...
fuck round n I gotta chick pregnant...
what da hell umma do with dat baby...
how da hell I'm gone tell my lady...
I'm drunk ass hell in my zone...
I gotta fifth of hen n it's gone...
I'm fucked up n I'm stressin'...
I can't seem to ease dat pressure...
fuck nigga's can't make it no betta...
des craka'z trna take my life...
nigga's mad n hate what I'm makin'...
heard da feds is out with my face...
now I'm scared ass hell and I'm shakin'...
I can't go to jail I'm on paypa's...
now dem nigga's den start with dat hatin'...
I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paypa...
but dey dan fucked around with da fed...
now I'm stressed n pullin' my dreads...
dem fuck nigga's deserve to be dead...
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
Chea I can't win for lossin' I'm stressin'...
I dropped a quarch of my flesh... man I'm tired as god is my
witness...
tryna smile but pain is my vesion... man I'm tired of lyin' to
my folk...
fuck round n I'm serving' dat coke... baby mama tryna take me to
court...
tryna holla bout child support... fuck round n I got me on
paypa's...
now I'm mad as hell I can't take it... I drop n pray to my
maker...
Dear lord if hear my prayer... I'm stressed n I can't go on...
it's like I'm all out of blessings lord...
I'm alone n nobody to call I got bills but da money can't
solve...
mama cryin' but her tears jest fall... (ahhh I'm stressin)...
big cats what I'm gone do nah... des craka'z wanna take my
ride...
dey wanna take me away fo'life... see my body can't take nomo...
it's like a yung nigga life so wrong... no pain my feelings
gone...
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
Chea n I do it fo my nigga's in jail... doin' time tryna make
bail...
I hold it down fo dem nigga's don't tell...
let'em know dey gone see dat appeal...
let'em know it's da real nigga watchin'... n neva mind I
grindin' dey stopin'...
so middle finger's to dem fuckin' feds...
dey gave my dawg 25 in da pen... all mah snitch niggas say he
did it...
with no lawyers da judge don't bend...
CusSupa Jock I lov ya homie...
so I put dat shit on my kin n up on my unborn kin...
so we once u a nigga dat's gone... is locked up with a struggle
at home...
put'cha hands up in da sky... let'em know dat he ain't at
alone...
da real nigga's hold it down at home...
da real nigga's gone hold dey own... (yep yep) hold dey own...
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
10.Money Ova Here
11.Can't See Yall (Feat. Brisco)
Ace Hood, homie
Gutta, Gutta... Ace Hood... Brisco, let's go
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches dey love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ？ next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!
A to the C to the E to the H double O-D
Bitch I'm raised up in the streets
Keep it G-U-T-T-A
For my niggas servin yay
Movin weight and servin' packages dat pack it in the crate
We don't count dat cash every duffel gets weighed
Big money I'm paid bitch I'm feelin my soul
You could tell I'm gettin money Louie V San Do
And I wish a nigga'd make a move himself
See, I get money
It's comin' out my ass
And I don't fuck with hoes if dey ain't about cash
Opa Locka goon, 4 chevys and da dirtbike
I open up mah trap
Shit get back on da 1st night
Catch me in da Porsche
Or maybe on da porch
And we don't get jailed cause we don't go to court
Yeah, nigga stuntin'
Ya homeboy frontin'
Talkin dat shit but... he ain't bout nothin
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches dey love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ？ next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!
I'm lookin for a hood rat, hood rat, call her Stacy
She cuss real bad, and she still throw Maceys
I want it so bad, please someone pace me
Try and say a hater we don't sue, come hate me
Boty boy boty boy, dese chopp's hit dis boty boy
Bag his ass up E class, keep da party goin'
Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0
？, tell dem niggas come and see ？
And I'm a come see him blast like an airbag
Make his body bounce, bounce, 25 shell count
Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with 50 missiles
leave you livin with da dead, understand dat？
I got some bitches and niggas dat wanna bandwag
I double up with da jewels and let da pants sag
100 stacks in da bag, now where da cash at？
Yes, I am blind to you hatas I got cataracts!
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ？ next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!
What it do, what it is
See I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids, uh
I'm gutta, gangsta, projects
I know da block hot but I'm a open up regardless.
Yeah, and dey don't write dat couple gone topless
Vacant on da I, we a hunned and five
Me and Bris bout cash we let it blow in da skies
Not dat's blow money neva had no money
Now I'm da shit, believe dat (Whoah)
I know I got paper I just want a lil' mo'
I know you bitches talkin, so just talk a lil' mo'
Cause baby I'm me, and ya'll niggas hoes
Let's go
And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got em
See, I am just a product, receivin' all profit
See niggas wanna hate, tell em silly rabbit, stop it
See, me and Bristar outta space like martians
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ？ next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!
12.Get Him
{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
{Verse 1}
Hold up, where dey at
Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his children
No talk, time to get em
Fake niggas gon make me kill em
Make his body shiver like hes naked in a river
Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back
Im gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like pac is back
Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie wont last
See ya something like paper tags
Don't make me slide dem macs
To save one blast and get his ass
{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
{Verse 2}
Now let me get him when I walk up in da place
Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake
Fuck niggas and I really don't think
that I know where dey lay ducktape dey face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas, know where you lay
Actin like I don't know where you stay
Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs
(Whaaaaaat)
Yee aint talk that lie
(Huuuuhhhh)
Yee aint got no stride
(Nahhhhhhhhh)
You really grind
leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em
Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town
We gon g-g-gettem
{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
{Verse 3}
Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova
Big hold and ya body like coasters
Creep creep we deep with soldiers
Black hoes that'll carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me foldiers
But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters
When I see where your family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas umma call you dead
Click clack then your t-shirt red
Hand em a tampon
No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on
And I take your mans arm
Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn
{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
13.Call Me (Feat. Lloyd)
It's so incredible
Gutta
So baby holla at a G
I keep you away from pranksterz
You can my mistress i can be your gangsta
Send you on a money rock U bring me back the paper
Give you back half just for doing me that favor
And yeah thats a thug's move
Show you what a thug do
Beat it while i feed it to you good like soulfood
Fuck it up i'll go thru
Call him Mr. Used to
I can put it down like my top on my new cope
Baby thats ruthless
Tell you what the truth is
Niggas cant hit it right
Than baby he useless
Ima a young thug
Give to you with my jewels on shoes on
Just in case a youngen gotta move on
When at home alone at night Cuz that other nigga aint loving you
right
Just call me
Girl i can put it down
Your spending money on him but he aint Hood
And no worries baby its all good
Just call me
I'll always be around
U kno He bought you that watch
Yo man aint nuthin'
So holla at a G
If you need some thug loving
Late nights on the call say She wanna feel something
She say me put it down
I fuck her on hundreds
I give her refunds
And her body keeps coming
She know i put it down
Baby girl stop running
So what you wanna do
Cause im young and still thuggin
Just take this good while im headed to the money
Taking shots of the goose
Just to mess with getting blunted
See I can brighten days
Keep your wrist south stuntin
Your boyfriend's lame
Tell em guttah getting money
i keep it one hundred
That why you keep coming like that
When your home alone at night Cuz tht other nigga aint loving
you right
Just call me
Girl i can put it down down
You Spending money on him but he aint hood
Aint no worries baby its all good
Just call me
I'll alwayz be around
Baby i can show you new things
Something you aint used to
Kickin it with the guttah Any otha u need a thug do
Type of nigga beat it in his jeans and his tim boots
Hit it from the back till you feeling like fruit juice
Feed it to the back sit he can eat it what you man do
Aint doing his job hit me on the hip boo
Ace you know the name a real nigga
Heavy off in the streets you man ima deal with him
Baby he play it out like the tommy the hilfiga
Call me your boss boy or just call me your deal giver
Heard you need a thug so here come im your meal ticket
Baby girl dont worry ima gonna hurry n get it
When at home alone at night Cuz that other nigga aint loving you
right
Just call me
Girl i can put it down
You soendin money on him but he aint Hood
Aint no worries baby its all good
Just call me
I'll always be around
When at home alone at night Cuz that other nigga aint loving you
right
Just call me
Girl i can put it down
You spending money him but he aint hood
Aint no worries baby its all good
Just call me
I'll always be around
14.Ghetto (Feat. Dre)
15.Top Of The World
Take a look at me now
im from the gutta but I made it
I made it to the top of the world
Nothin holdin me down
I told them haters I would make it
I made it to the top of the world
Verse 1：
Congradulations all you fakers as you see I graduated
heres a favour for you haters, kiss my anus boiiii
I made it out the ghetto, I made it out the gutta
but still I keep the street and now im hot as every summer
They said I couldn't do it
but who are they to call
I started rappin and ended chances of playin ball
And now the doubted, but young is sproutin above them all
straight out the ？ county gutta skippin metaposs
No homo I keep it solo but I will never fall
now every call I get the money is so involved
2 stacks of betta is easy cheddar to hit the mall
I get the money to throw em so every day I ball
Take a look at me now
im from the gutta but I made it
I made it to the top of the world
Nothin holdin me down
I told them haters I would make it
I made it to the top of the world
Verse 2：
And yes I made it, you cant mistake it, I know they hate it
they see my face in the paper next to they rappin favorites
I am so amazing I am no one like im in the matrix
And I made it mama, and don't stress your problems imma get us
out tha
forget the drama that people holla just follow godda
And he will lead you right through the problems I promise mama
and I swear that to the day I parish
tell em khaled I will bury every nescesary cat who said I
wouldn't homie
Look at me now yea im laughin at you non believers
screamin gutta while im ballin err fuckin season
I use to pass my cd me and fo fifth in 80
I use to bag em to listen but they were not believing, GO
Take a look at me now
im from the gutta but I made it
I made it to the top of the world
Nothin holdin me down
I told them haters I would make it
I made it to the top of the world
Verse 3：
And as I rap I create a classic, who would imagine
that I would inherit all the traits to be the greatest homie
the world is mine and everything, lets get the money
see tony montana said it best, yes it's quoted truly
so add this song to your list of greatest and classic movies
and imma roll the credits, just in second, just get this message
shout out to everyone who supported me from past to present
and I wanna thank khaled because without him there will be no
sessions
and I wanna thank fam cuz wit them they taught me this lesson
and I wanna thank god cuz without him there will be no message
and I wanna thank all of my fans cuz they are a blessing
this for BET refrence
I got my speech ready
Take a look at me now
im from the gutta but I made it
I made it to the top of the world
Nothin holdin me down
I told them haters I would make it
I made it to the top of the world
Take a look at me now
im from the gutta but I made it
I made it to the top of the world
Nothin holdin me down
I told them haters I would make it
I made it to the top of the world
16.Ride Remix (Feat. Trey Songz, Rick Ross ＆ Juelz Santana)
chea
Ace Hood
see mama, all i want you to do is hold it down for me
I want you to be my ride or die
while i go get this money, i promise im get us out the hood baby
(Trey Songz)
Chorus
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
(Ace Hood)
listen
Baby look, just ride with me
swear that i got us mama
one thing i love about it
see you aint wit that drama
you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde
promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house
that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9-5
gotta get this money, paper callin but you never whine
gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes
that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind
cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time
you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind
and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line
my gutta baby, never maybe always gonna ride
(Trey Songz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
(Ace Hood)
and um, we can do them long vacations
thinking jamaica lately
cant take them deep relations, baby just keep it patient
shawty know what i do
shawty know who i be
you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat
i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets
i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets
come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louie v
but you aint trippin never question bout a nigga g
we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's
i ride for you, you ride for me that's where we need to be
i hold you down, you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams
your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me
(Trey Songz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
(Trey Songz)
now what's the definition of a rider
through it all they gon stand right beside ya
if you got one look em in the eyes
tell em you gon ride
tell em you gon ride (ri ri ri ri ri ride)
till the wheel fall off or the day that i die
that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody
tryna tell you shawty that
(Ace Hood)
ace, and i promise this to you
imma get us out this hood
into them places that you thinkin that you never could
but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop
imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you
forget them haters
keep you tailored see whats sexy too
and i like your body all i think about is doin you
and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two
you ride or die same smile when you see the loot
(TreySongz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood
yea yea yea
we gon make it out
we gon make it out this hood
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