1.Grindin'
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Grindin'
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to feel...
Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before
C'mon
(Pusha T)
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the...neighborhood pusha
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump 'base' like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why scram？
I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
(Malice overlapping last line of Chorus)
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap so the feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen
Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't help
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines me
I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
(Malice)
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasn't 'Abel／able', there was always 'Cain／caine'
Four and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
I'm Grinding
(Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line)
I move 'caine like a criple
Balance weight through the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel--
Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
I'm grindin' Jack
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
2.Intro
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Intro
Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns
Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb
Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I'm amazing, son
You niggas wonder where my grace is from
I speak with corrupted tongue
Recognized the underworld since I was young
Back in '84 when I saw Crocket ＆ Tubbs as the law
These eyes got big when they televised that raw
My mama should've seen it comin'
Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick
Hummin' Miami Vice theme music
Called the 'roin made me colder
I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older
Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too
Got a lot of money, keep militant tools
Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules
So I grab a tape and related to life's cruels
The meaning？
Pusha T's more than the semen
Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame
Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous
The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless
And I don't even watch my back
I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past
Shit could get hairy, I could lose my-self in a flash
Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that 'Mask'
I even went by the book at first
Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst, so I
Start my mission, leave my residence
Mama knew that I child like me had better sense
But something had to give, that's real I had to live
I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib
Scouts honor started with my grandmama
Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas
Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease
Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep
I don't entertain hate surrounding the street
If I was you, I'd be trynna get down with me
But no, see these niggas know too much
Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush
Cats act as if rap fell in my lap
I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back
And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles
Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles
Let 'em take it however they wanna take it
I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite
Hey, I one of the greats, I can't lie
I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die
Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to
It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you
3.Virginia
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Virginia
You ready to do this, nigga？
You ready to come down here？
It's Virginia, nigga...
We do this in broad daylight...
It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga...
You ready？
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about,
what？)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about,
what？)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about,
what？)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about,
what？)
In my 'Home Sweet Home' I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all
means
Lost it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved
In that ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her
mind
Look ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all happy
In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was wild
But what's the fuss about？
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J.
Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo
And your grams, too...
My nigga...
Fo sho...
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about,
what？)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about,
what？)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about,
what？)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about,
what？)
Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in
Virginia...
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about,
what？)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about,
what？)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about,
what？)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about,
what？)
Young'n... (Talk about, what？)
This is real, young'n... (Talk about, what？)
You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about,
what？)
This is real...
Live...
4.Cot Damn
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Cot Damn
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot' damn
Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us
You miss took me for a rapper huh
Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas that hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my
weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya shit
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
God damn, when that white hits the pen and
Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and
The streets molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My hearts on a sleeve-a
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, drop you homey
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
They call me Pusha for one reason
Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or down
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around
When it come to the money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth
Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times
I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal, like Curtis Mayfield's music
(Are you a pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook ya, partner
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is
So I bangs my cab-bage
Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money
Pull yo gun, ra-pid
Lee watch you see the situation be corrected
You know happens, why must I be so devilish
They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more
life lines
You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
Cause every move you make
I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood
Nigga on every breath you take
Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness
Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit
Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish
Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for
certain
Live in the living room, searching to hurting you
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot' damn
5.Ma, I Don't Love Her
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Ma, I Don't Love Her
I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Please let me love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
C'mon, I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Let me love you girl
Let me...
When we met I was talkin' that game
Parkin' that thang
Since then between us
A lot of things changed
Now it's like the world got a whole different name
I can't stop chics from sayin' my name
Most of it's lies,
If not, don't be surprised
You knew I was ballin' when I met you
But really, I started layin' low just to net you
I'm raw as hell yet can't deny that you special
These girls can't either
Winter, his and her Vivas
Summer, his and her Louie sneakers
You don't think that bother people
Guess again you even need to check your friends
Sayin that I cheat
Right, maybe with my heat
Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets
I greet wit her, creep wit her, even eat wit her
Late nights under my sheets, yeah I sleep with her
But thats it
Look
Ma, I don't love her
Don't listen to her words
She tryin' to split us as lovebirds
But that's not it
Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit (No)
You see me sendin' her on trips and shit (No)
If the answers no don't forget (How's she know you then)
I don't know
If I don't know I don't know, lets not go that road
I don't know who she is, don't care who told
Look stop flippin', no need to explode
I seen the number in the pager, I don't know that code
In the streets too much, c'mon, that's absurd
Gettin' no complaints when I be flippin' them birds
Your girls just talk 'bout this that and the third
Believe half what you see none of what you heard
You askin' me who's her I'm askin' who's mink fur
With that rock on her hand makin' their eyes blurred
Could that be you plus who cop every gem
Who spend like I spend, then act like it then
Got the dream home and we settled in it
Our lives too perfect that's why they meddle in it
Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game
You know who I'm about, who got part of my name？
Do you love me babe (Sho' you right)
You thinkin' of me babe (Well atleast tonight)
I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right)
Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night)
I'm not most men my heart truer than theirs
Of course your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs
We hardly fight, arguements way fewer than theirs
Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs
What they gonna tell us about us, Huh？
What they talk 'bout without us, Huh？
The envy got 'em speakin loosely
Tell 'em walk in your shoes
But first let 'em know they Gucci
And even if I did twist her
I promise I didn't kiss her
Won't shit touchy feely
Grudge on the floor like mister did the silly
No respect shown
My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone
Now don't you start
I spared your heart
If you ain't see it I didn't do it
Ain't I played my part？
Bricks chics whips chips, that just go with the grind
What else do you want from me, to say it, fine
Do you love me babe (Sho' you right)
You thinkin of me babe (Well atleast tonight)
I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right)
Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night)
That's not it
6.When The Last Time
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
When The Last Time
(feat. Kelis, Pharrell Williams (Neptunes))
(Get down!)
Niggas and bitches (Get down!)
You are now listening to... (Get down!)
The real... (Get down!)
And that would be... (Get down!)
Clipse, the Neptunes... (Get down!)
And the new label... (Get down!)
Staaaarrr Traaaak...
Top down, chrome spinnin'
You see the boss grinnin', I'm lovin' these damn women
I let two get in (Uhh...)
She tried to let the rest fit in
I'm like, 'Naw love, that's for...' (Get down!)
That's a problem to the wheel well
Trust I know them twenty's real well
Now we coastin', me, two chicks and toastin'
I turn up the volume watch the bass get 'em open
Soft-spoken, with a wild side
I love 'em in the ride, they love it in the ride
We was movin' bodies before we hit the party
'Fore the DJ started cuttin',
Cinderella these girls from nothin' to somethin'
Hit the parking lot, hear the club system thumpin'
Lose the face, you two's was great
But it's to the VIP, I got new moves to make (Get down!)
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
Hey, it's just a day in the life
Club nights, one of the reasons I love life
Chicks be, in the back tipsy
We gets in for free ea'eday wit' me
Two steppin', you see each crew reppin'
Slippin' on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweatin'
Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on
And I love how she move any time a song on
I like that ma, you do somethin' to me
Come this way and prove somethin' to me
Fast or slow, she got the right moves
And I got the right dough for any date that I choose
I'm open, but naw, I don't lose focus
If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm totin'
But I'm only here to party, y'all
Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Yo, you are now listening to the sounds)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(That are vibrating your speakers)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Please do not be alarmed)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(It will not hurt you at all)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For it is the real)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For all my real...)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
(Niggas and bitches)
When they say, 'Last call,' that don't mean the night's ova
That means it's time for her to show ya
How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers
Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the chocha
S＆M chick, ass pushin' a choker
But I thought about how rich I am and said, 'No sir!'
Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space
What is it the 'Whip Appeal', or my Babyface？
The night's still young and I'm already leanin'
Cruise through the lot on the deuce-2's gleamin'
The liquor in me and I don't need a reason
Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen
I pull up, let her get in
She know from the beginning
She added to list of them chicks that I done been in
Her head spinnin' and my head spinnin'
Mine from juice and gin-in, hers from neck and chinin'
I'm a winner, man
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
When the last time you heard it like this
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
And make the girls in the party just strip
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Only if you know you've arrived
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
From the club, to the park and ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
7.Ego
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Ego
Yes sir..
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass
'Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam...'
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man
I got guns 'cause they got guns
I get cash they get none
So I'm sure you see where that leaves me
In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach
I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech
When I say, 'Get low, these hold ten shots each
Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all niggas and my
nerves is bad!'
So sad, but I won't think twice
We rich, we get the best judicial advice
Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-in'
Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in'
Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in'
Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-in'
And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin'
If that thing jam, it's divine intervention
Click!
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass
'Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam...'
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man
Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...)
You know I can't sleep on his word
Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...)
All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse
Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah,
you know it...)
Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...)
Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...)
Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that
I respond with four words, 'Rat-tat-tat-tat' (In yo ass...)
Now, rap about that
I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...)
Some say Pusha's the coldest
Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless
Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less
Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders
(Bla-oww...)
Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget,
motherfucker)
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass
'Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam...'
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man
Yo..
You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us..
This is the real..
Bitch..
8.Comedy Central
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Comedy Central
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Say dog, let's not get involved
You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids
Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name
I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke
And we got word in the street that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo'
cautious
I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'
Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
Tonight friend, until we meet again
But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
I never front, like I'm something I'm not
Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not
Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that
And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on
They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease
This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you
If you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben ＆ Jerry
Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts
E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac
In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back
The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches
Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches
I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo'
That have under covers and po', with cover and slow
The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough
Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow
Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain
I turn over caine, over and over again
Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim
I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and of to my next venture
Blocks so white, June look like December
Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton
Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in
In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central
Minds mental, others is made up stinsel
When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it
Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it
Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda
You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
9.Let's Talk About It
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Let's Talk About It
Uh huh, oh
Oh, damn baby
Shit...........
How you get all that in them jeans？
Nevermind that, you hear this？
It's that Star Trak
Clipse, (get down!)
So So Def
Question - ask any nigga
Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger？
Naw, dawg, go figure
With the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit
to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it
(hahaha)
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said 'We can have more fun', I said 'How can we？'
Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question
You got a big ass bell？ Lemme see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell？ Lemme see you jingle it baby
Wanna talk about cars？ Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about a house？ Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about jewels？ Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about money？ Dont talk without it
Wanna talk about chicks？ Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits？ Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about cris？ Lets talk about it
But when you talk about cash, dont talk without it
Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger
More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
Hard for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game that I spit, and the length of my hair (Ok)
The more I come, the more I cum, get it？
What you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been done hit it
Cars been kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme (haha)
Big boy moves, big boy shine
Big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't
mess with me
Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no mo' (Oh)
10.Gangsta Lean
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Gangsta Lean
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak
Now let's smoke and ride
Oh girl ya taste is
Sweet like mornin' dew
I would go crazy girl
If I couldn't have none of you
I said ya from Jamaica
Straight outta my Mercedes trunk
You make me wanna roll ya up
And then you make my body slump
Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
I only love her on occasions
Keep my heart racin'
Love to take her on vacations
Where the time zone changes and money exchanges
And meters and kilometers on the dials of the ranges
Far away with my Jamacian sexy everyday is like a holiday
The cheeba got me in a slum sleeper
But when I try to leave her I just find out that it's cheaper to
keep her
Plus she keep my thoughts deeper, really zonin'
Like my Cali homies 6-4 rollin'
Or them Deroit 'Lacs trimmed in golden
Or my Texas family 150 white strollin'
Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix
But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves
I think a way to ship off these piano keys
Since the traffic in a gangsta lean
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a geangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga havea gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
If you put me where I need to be
Twist you anytime I feel the need
Love ya touch and how you set my mind at ease
In Virginia where you kept me motionless
From that point on I knew I could never get over this
Now they wanna see us broke up
'Cuz I'm lovesick, got me all choked up
Look, you keep my head in the clouds mami ,'till I can't breathe
And next to that heat seeker you my main squeeze
Plus I get twistin' didn't even spend my money on
Now either I'm a fool or you really must got me gone
You got me open these days I must admit
Body numbed up and in a slump like I been hit
But luckily it's just the green got me leavin' smoke streams
And blowin' smoke rings as I flee from the scene
Gangsta leanin' in a 850 beamin'
I'm like K-Ci and Jo-Jo, love you got me fiendin'
Oh girl ya taste is
Sweet like mornin' dew
I would go crazy girl
If I couldn't have none of you
I said ya from Jamaica
Straight outta my Mercedes trunk
You make me wanna roll ya up
And then you make my body slump
Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Her sex so sticky, I'm talkin' real icky
Have me gone and twisty
Make my other women miss me
Just by the way she kiss me
Hold her wit the index and thumb tippys
Ma I'm so trippy
Hard to hold back, scent so sweet
Got to Cognac and honey wrap her this ain't drink
From Taiwanese to Amsterdam greeny green
To hydroponic that make a weak stomach vomit
Listen, at times you hinder my vision
Blinded by ya love and you got the room spinnin'
It's not jealousy the reason why I keep you hidden
Hell, I hit you then I pass you to my man like I do my women
I know just what I'm investin' in
I done traded currency wit the Mexicans
In Texas just so we could get affectionate
Your complexion lime green wit red specks in it
I love you
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga havea gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Gimme somethin' to roll
Somethin' gangstafied
Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak
Now let's smoke and ride
11.I'm Not You
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
I'm Not You
No no no.....
I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and
shit
Naw, uh uhh, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha
I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches
Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends
fixes
One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches
Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can,
Fulfill my dreams of passion and green, more cash then ya seen
Within Ashton its green, me drivin up fast with the lean
Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys
Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit
Wreckless ass, God forbid they don't crash,
From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab
Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags
Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits
Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm
about,
Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out
Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie
Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it
They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile
But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style
Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is
filthy
You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job
But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I,
Could never hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got money
Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny
I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate
Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate
I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into hot sex
Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how？
What is it the return of the killer clown？
You don't put no fear in my heart
I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man
They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can
He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank
Coldchian left that nigga stankin
Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to
blink when,
I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em
Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em
The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you,
That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends
Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see
through men
And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men
Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death
Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the
rest
I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep
I hold it down, any place I step
And I love gettin slept on
Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been
stepped on
Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong
Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone
Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand
Cuz my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards
Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you
What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and,
Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor
Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller
Want ya insides out so I mean it when (？？)
Rappers is talking to me as if (come on)
We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh)
And you and I don't share no common bond,
So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No)
It shames me to no end,
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs at the same time cry
Yes it pains me to see them needness
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so
sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit)
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact,
I live from my kids and theirs and them youngins after that
12.Grindin' (Remix)
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Grindin' (Remix)
(feat. Baby, Lil Wayne, Noreaga)
We back y'all...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blinded
Lookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find
it)
You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (＊BEEP BEEP＊)
Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN')
You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters？
You know I got sons... (GRINDIN')
Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar bone
Hitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN')
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
Stand on that temple nigga, spit that cris nigga
Throw that chair, make em recognize this
Raw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin
cookware
Uncle Jamima, wit my braids wrapped
In 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jack
Coke price through the roof, SL blew the coupe
My niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop
Cuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhood
How the scale titer-totter, as I evolve
Weight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the
see-saw
Bricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch ya
Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get no ghetto than this...
Ay, ay 22's on new cars
BOY BOY, step it up BOY
Money...
Money...
Stunna...
Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly)
I cook／cut crack, that's the sizin
Them big, big rims on Tarzan, we shinin
Me and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla)
New Benz for teezies (holla holla)
Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy
From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yard
They on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that raw
Check the rims on my car
Naw, don't check em, no cuz they stuffed wit blow
Macy baby still in the kitchen
jet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchin
You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla
I watch the bass at home, I'm umpire, HOLLA
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
Niggas better stay in line when (WHOOF...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (WHOOF...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
213 South cross the Baybridge wit it
Bring the triangle, then mail, come and get it
The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention
When my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin
'89 was my beginnin y'all
Young snot-nosed, Cash Yams in a tennis ball
Cops swore we was playin catch, NO
We was at a stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breath
I ducked the feds, they seein my weight grow
Streets love Malice for his comeback gracial
If they got popped, we made sure they made bail
Cuz if not, we be scared they gon tell
Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies
Pie wrecked, mixed that, scrape the sides
Grindin', glock 9 in a line in
Make God strike a nigga dead if he lyin
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
13.Grindin' (Selector Remix)
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Grindin' (Selector Remix)
What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh？ (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh？ (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like？ (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like？ (Grindin!)
So whatcha name be like？ (Grindin!)
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
Tell dem!!! Connnect di dot yo
Dem mi friend dem ready fi hit di block yo
Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know how
If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo
Hail my friend and start collect di top doe
Now, with ease, takin over all territories
Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze
Mi shot can be heard from the West Indies
Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze
Trees, smoke di pound by di keys
Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas
Top notch we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch
Di way how we be clockin it makin these g's
Grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it
Yo, up inna your face definin it
Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind
in it
Yo, grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it
Hey, up inna your face definin it
Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind
in it
What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh？ (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh？ (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like？ (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like？ (Grindin!)
So whatcha name be like？ (Grindin!)
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread
Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red
Pay attention to like how easy man dead
It's ready been written man it's ready been said
Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head
Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led
Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled
Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds
We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead
And this di original di badily boom skegereg
Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic
Spittin like a damn automatic
So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic
Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo
Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance
Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes
di shine
Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that
designed
Special in crime, grindin fly
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin
me
Niggas tryin to stop my doe
Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck
Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth
Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house
Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon cock
Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north
Weh di man dem a seh？ Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten)
Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen)
Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean？)
Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know
Swell it to di seem yuh know
Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know
Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot
What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh？ (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh？ (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like？ (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like？ (Grindin)
So whatcha name be like？ (Grindin)
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
14.The Funeral
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
The Funeral
Wheter they gag me bound me hollow point round me (I feel ya)
Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (uh huh)
Spare my family the details on how they found me (yes)
Vigil by candle light and gather round me (farewell)
And talk about how I would lounge with fly women
How I was flossing in clubs in fine linen (preach on)
Hopping in them ill whips with chrome spinning
Malice was true to the game for 9 innings (ha ha ha)
We love sinning but now I answer for that
Apologize to my fam I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya)
A long line family and friends they signing in
My niece singing solo organs and violins (yea)
Wife in her black veil hands flooded with diamonds (ha ha ha)
Remaining calm under each arms my children
Daddys in a better place entering golden doors (talk to me)
With ivory all white pillars and marble floors (yow)
Brand new physical frame with no flaws
On my throne thats guarded by angels with 4-4's (yea)
Terror retaliate show em how real it be
A split second 'fore you blazed they probably thought you was me
(preach on)
Returning on some Crow shit let em know shit
They mess with the wrong click quick to blow shit (yea)
Yall know who owned this so they end my career
But still I put my tag on this earth Malice was here (I feel ya)
Take a walk on my side
No more tears no more fears no more telling me lies
I only want cheers and heartfelt goodbyes
My death march is here tell me whos gonna ride
(ride with me ride with me ride) {overlapped by last line}
Hold me high Gucci suit and tie (yea)
Let my casket reach the sky tell my girl dont cry (I fell ya)
Just sing me a lullabye and let the white doves fly (uh huh)
Cuz I heard from a bird its only sleep when you die (thats
wrong)
Break me in unison outside right thru the lens
My mother cried cuz she knew that I was only true to sin (yow)
Celebrate my passing with gun shots and systems blasting (uh
huh)
Blown up posters of Terror held by children laughing (preach on)
No matter how foul my burial open casket
Now simply so they can see my clusters and my diamonds smiling
(hello)
Im sorry I failed only cuz the ones I left were so real (uh huh)
For me my doggs will lie, die, shoot, cry, or kill (feel me)
First to Malice sorry that I left you half in a hole
But now you'll write for both of us ill channel thoughts thru
your soul (uh huh)
Emmanuelle remember this when you see my nemesis
Drop my picture on his chest and make his family reminisce (yow)
Revenge so sweet and I crush you with the heat (uh huh)
Your the first one I call when its time to put em to sleep (I
love you)
Now fo real grand dragon horns stabbing the skys (uh huh)
Turn Mag' em laser tag em couldnt sever all ties (yea)
My final request on the day im layed to rest
Take my body to the ocean and have a water front ves' (feel me)
This will be my burial this eulogy will be in stereo
Blue Angels will draw my face during an aerial (ahh)
15.Guns N' Roses
The Clipse
Miscellaneous
Guns N' Roses
(feat. The Neptunes)
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life
I wouldn't have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
Makes me cry some days
Lawless, riding backwards on a one way
De color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra
There's science to the way we move, cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose
Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that shit that determines your street size
Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes
That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs
Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships
Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay
Did this straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's
large
Sipping blue ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard
Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers
Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors
Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark
After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day time two both pies on waist sides
Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides
I make five which is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes
We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out
I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying bout
My speech is the reason my race is dying out
So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out
We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois
In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster
On stage recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious
When the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the
stained glass
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the
stained glass
16.Young Boy'(feat. Pharrell
(You out of line), mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em
back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks (You out of
line)
Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to a-tracks
Never stood a chance, exposed from way back (You out of line)
Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax
I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door (You out of line)
That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw
See in my household it was quite unique (You out of line)
Playin hide and seek, you might find a ki
Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental (You out of line)
Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental
Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 (You out of line)
And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich
How I turned out let it be no surprise (You out of line)
When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes
See, my family got a history of hustlers (You out of line)
Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, its tradition
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em
back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)
My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there
What's my excuse, cartoons were the root
Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in
Palm of the hand, what couln't I demand
See, thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean (You out of line)
Low brim, no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey (You out of line)
Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie
With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes (You out of line)
Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough
Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze (You out of line)
In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul
Tha streets had me to mold (You out of line)
Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen
Rebel like Shake Rivera (You out of line)
Tyco RC versus Carrera, peak
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em
back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)
I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum
Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure (You out of
line)
Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure
The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle
Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle
Let that explain me and how I got involved (You out of line)
Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal
Age fifteen, walkin through the hallway
Plate the new Jordans, first ones on the scene
See I could afford 'em, livin out a dream
Hustler on the rise, laces untied
Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride
Didn't know I was knotted in street ties
Teachers askin' how and why (You out of line)
Bitches passin' by, oh my, he's so gangsta
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em
back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line)
17.Grindin''(feat. Pharrell Williams
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to feel...
Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before
C'mon
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the...neighborhood pusha
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump 'base' like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why scram？
I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap so the feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got pot for a dozen
Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't help
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines me
I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasn't 'Abel／able', there was always 'Cain／caine'
Four and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
with two tips whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my water meaning the icing on the cake
I'm Grinding
I move caine like a criple
Balance niggas through the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel--
Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
I'm grindin' Jack
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
18.Famlay Freestyle'(feat. FamLay, Pharrell
It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me
I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea
See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya slee-py
Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me
Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke
So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat
This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke
Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga
Dark secrets, man I wont lie
They came to the light a man is gon' die
All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry
Cause I did shit the average man just wont try
Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun
I'm FamLay, and when my fucking chance come
I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit
See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it
See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is real
My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill
And I dare y'all to try and diss us
See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss
Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground
FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head'll be found, nigga
Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta)
Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tints, you see me
boy
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang
19.When The Last Time'(feat. Kelis, Pharrell Williams (Neptunes)
(Get down!)
Niggas and bitches (Get down!)
You are now listening to... (Get down!)
The real... (Get down!)
And that would be... (Get down!)
Clipse, the Neptunes... (Get down!)
And the new label... (Get down!)
Staaaarrr Traaaak...
Top down, chrome spinnin'
You see the boss grinnin', I'm lovin' these damn women
I let two get in (Uhh...)
She tried to let the rest fit in
I'm like, 'Naw love, that's for...' (Get down!)
That's a problem to the wheel well
Trust I know them twenty's real well
Now we coastin', me, two chicks and toastin'
I turn up the volume watch the bass get 'em open
Soft-spoken, with a wild side
I love 'em in the ride, they love it in the ride
We was movin' bodies before we hit the party
'Fore the DJ started cuttin',
Cinderella these girls from nothin' to somethin'
Hit the parking lot, hear the club system thumpin'
Lose the face, you two's was great
But it's to the VIP, I got new moves to make (Get down!)
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
Hey, it's just a day in the life
Club nights, one of the reasons I love life
Chicks be, in the back tipsy
We gets in for free ea'eday wit' me
Two steppin', you see each crew reppin'
Slippin' on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweatin'
Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on
And I love how she move any time a song on
I like that ma, you do somethin' to me
Come this way and prove somethin' to me
Fast or slow, she got the right moves
And I got the right dough for any date that I choose
I'm open, but naw, I don't lose focus
If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm totin'
But I'm only here to party, y'all
Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Yo, you are now listening to the sounds)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(That are vibrating your speakers)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(Please do not be alarmed)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(It will not hurt you at all)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For it is the real)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la
(For all my real...)
La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la
(Niggas and bitches)
When they say, 'Last call,' that don't mean the night's ova
That means it's time for her to show ya
How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers
Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the chocha
S＆M chick, ass pushin' a choker
But I thought about how rich I am and said, 'No sir!'
Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space
What is it the 'Whip Appeal', or my Babyface？
The night's still young and I'm already leanin'
Cruise through the lot on the deuce-2's gleamin'
The liquor in me and I don't need a reason
Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen
I pull up, let her get in
She know from the beginning
She added to list of them chicks that I done been in
Her head spinnin' and my head spinnin'
Mine from juice and gin-in, hers from neck and chinin'
I'm a winner, man
When the last time you heard it like this
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
And make the girls in the party just strip
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
Only if you know you've arrived
From the club, to the park and ride
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
When the last time you heard it like this
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Smoke somethin', drink somethin', get ripped
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
And make the girls in the party just strip
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Move ya ass, girl (Get down!)
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
Only if you know you've arrived
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
From the club, to the park and ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la)
How many chicks can you fit in that ride
(La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la)
Put 'em up, homie (Get down!)
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down!
20.Grindin' (Remix)'(feat. Baby, Lil Wayne, Noreaga
We back y'all...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blinded
Lookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find
it)
You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (＊BEEP BEEP＊)
Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN')
You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters？
You know I got sons... (GRINDIN')
Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar bone
Hitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN')
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
Stand on that temple nigga, spit that cris nigga
Throw that chair, make em recognize this
Raw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin
cookware
Uncle Jamima, wit my braids wrapped
In 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jack
Coke price through the roof, SL blew the coupe
My niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop
Cuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhood
How the scale titer-totter, as I evolve
Weight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the
see-saw
Bricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch ya
Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get no ghetto than this...
Ay, ay 22's on new cars
BOY BOY, step it up BOY
Money...
Money...
Stunna...
Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly)
I cook／cut crack, that's the sizin
Them big, big rims on Tarzan, we shinin
Me and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla)
New Benz for teezies (holla holla)
Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy
From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yard
They on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that raw
Check the rims on my car
Naw, don't check em, no cuz they stuffed wit blow
Macy baby still in the kitchen
jet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchin
You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla
I watch the bass at home, I'm umpire, HOLLA
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
Niggas better stay in line when (WHOOF...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (WHOOF...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
213 South cross the Baybridge wit it
Bring the triangle, then mail, come and get it
The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention
When my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin
'89 was my beginnin y'all
Young snot-nosed, Cash Yams in a tennis ball
Cops swore we was playin catch, NO
We was at a stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breath
I ducked the feds, they seein my weight grow
Streets love Malice for his comeback gracial
If they got popped, we made sure they made bail
Cuz if not, we be scared they gon tell
Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies
Pie wrecked, mixed that, scrape the sides
Grindin', glock 9 in a line in
Make God strike a nigga dead if he lyin
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha game be like？ (GRINDIN')
Whatcha chain be like？ (GRINDIN')
So whatcha name be like？ (GRINDIN')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
21.Guns N' Roses'(feat. The Neptunes
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life
I wouldn't have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
Makes me cry some days
Lawless, riding backwards on a one way
De color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra
There's science to the way we move, cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose
Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that shit that determines your street size
Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes
That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs
Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships
Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay
Did this straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's
large
Sipping blue ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard
Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers
Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors
Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark
After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day time two both pies on waist sides
Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides
I make five which is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes
We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out
I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying bout
My speech is the reason my race is dying out
So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out
We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois
In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster
On stage recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious
When the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the
stained glass
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the
stained glass
22.Popular Demand (Popeye's)
Yeah! Mami you miss me don't you？
Haters wish you？ could hit me don't you？
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listening to The All-Time Phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'
Now I'm laying out at the Delano though
But don't get it twis-ted the Uzi's in the lining though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like pirahnas though
Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo
Pull up in the C-L the shit's astronomical
Hoes lining up on the curb they fall like dominos
Used to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fucking LeBron, but shit I don't know
Like that Bron-Bron？ I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no
I mean the Delano I mean Pharrell'll know
The hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know!
(Yeah that bitch was hot..)
Yeah yeah but it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeenie, meenie, miny-moe!
Yeah, Mami you miss me don't you？
Haters wish you could hit me don't you？
Heh, You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
DAMMMNNN! Mami good down？ to the cuticles
I'm CAMMMM -- What's your name Beautiful？
Like MANNNN I could get used to you
Or the RAMMM, if you knew what I used to do
But call me Uncle yeah Uncle Cam
I tax 'em. (Like who？) Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam where niggas bundle gram
From below you tumble get merked on the humble
ANNNNDD the gat on the belt on the hip
ANNNNDD I keep a Pharrell with the？ Clipse
Drive a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin
Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied
I know ya moms well -- Tell ya mother Hi.
I'm the other guy that got ya mother high
Coke like a ca-ter-pillar I make butter-flyyyyy
Yeah, Mami you miss me don't you？
Haters wish you could hit me don't you？
Heh, You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
Goddamn the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snowcaps to avoiding the kojak
The pioneer of the coke rap
I'm dancing with the stars stepping on blow doing the toe-tap
The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack
It made its way home like a road map I fathered this
If I mislead any kid that's fatherless
That burden's on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost they saying they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever
I kept in the crib it made me a light sleeper
Whether watching for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper.
We're deeper than rap money and hoes, it's deeper than that
Fight the temptation but it keep coming back
Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them comments meant you could lose your common sense？
Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is Repent unh!
23.Kinda Like A Big Deal
Lyricist：Khalil Abdul-rahman, Pranam Injeti, Gene Thornton Jr,
Terrence Thornton, Kanye West
''Til The Casket Drops'
Third time's a charm right？
Come on
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's 'Unbelievable' you see my 'Warning' gives you B.I.G. chills
The flow runnin' on B.I.G.'s heels
My 'Life After Death', B.I.G. ain't get to see how this feels
Third time's a charm, baby
After two classics another stripe up on my arm, baby
It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession
With no second guessin'
We're ballin', drop tops we're floorin'
Champagne we're pourin', Re-Up is the Gang and I'm all in
To the powder and the flame I have fallin'
Get money, blow money is my callin'
Yeah, watch a nigga burn through it
Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push
They whisperin' about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin'
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
Ay yo, I'm sittin' on top of the
It's more than a feelin' ain't it？
I be killin', damn it, I'm illin' and I'm illin'
Meet Mr. Popular, go get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be
Spittin' fire on the PJ in my PJ's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ
Y'all ain't peep how I said Marshalls, replay
I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay
Meet Ye' alligator soufflé 'Got It Made'
Special Ed got head from a girl in special Ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
'What happen Tisha, your boyfriend cum fast？'
Turn around gimme pound like we folks
'Hell no, I went raw dog, three strokes'
They whisperin' about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money？ We ain't even finish countin'
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
Lights, cameras, action
The chain itself's a damn distraction
You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
I be hoppin' the ring, niggas should cash in
It's like stoppin' a train
Nigga think he's stoppin' my reign
Talk slick while droppin' my name？
I'm puttin' ya'll to shame
Diamonds in the little hand
50 percent splits I X out the middle man
A far cry from a stash in the rental van
I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
Ladies and gentleman, introducin'
The C4S with the rims protrudin'
The roof vamoose like a magic show
Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw
Ya'll twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe
But just as you reap, so shall you sow
They whisperin' about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin'
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
24.There Was A Murder
Lyricist：Pranam Injeti, Gene Elliott Thornton, Terrance Thornton
I wake up, wake up in the morning
'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning
Then I have me girl go flush it in the toilet
Them say did someone get murdered on the corner
Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot
Them say they saw me there
My nigga they won't break me
Man, I'll go crazy before they make me tell
There was a murder by the corner house
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Them boys asking questions now
No, no, no, no, no
Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know
What happened to the boy down the street a week ago
Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low
Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do'
'Cause niggas die out here for snitching
They die for snitching, okay
These niggas die out here for snitching
They die for snitching, okay
Those who break the code we dig them hole
What's worse than a street nigga that sells his soul？
Via the life we chose, we picked our roles
Bad man stands and fall but never fold
Gangster turn informer when the jig's up, your tool mix up, mix
up
Babylon boys get bodies left for pick up
Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple
Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble
Soon police come rush, whole family crushed
All because them pussies couldn't 'ush
Shot box mouths with no covers
Body 'pon body gets stacked one top the other
Wish them hadn't to suffer
There was a murder by the corner house
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Them boys asking questions now
No, no, no, no, no
Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know
What happened to the boy down the street a week ago
Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low
Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do'
'Cause niggas die out here for snitching
They die for snitching, okay
These niggas die out here for snitching
They die for snitching, okay
Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing, they ain't said a word
Just chalk and yellow tape with blood 'pon them shirts
Ashes to ashes, his body back to the earth
That casket dropped six feet then throw upon it dirt
Mum's the word, that's hustler's etiquette
Ya rather hang yourself than turn state evidence
Ever since I was young never talk to the folk
Tongue small like a rudder yet steer the 'ole boat
Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float
Telling the Feds everything they wanna know
That fatal blow took his very last breath
The power of the tongue, is life and death, you feel me？
There was a murder by the corner house
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Them boys asking questions now
No, no, no, no, no
Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know
What happened to the boy down the street a week ago
Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low
Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do'
'Cause niggas die out here for snitching
They die for snitching, okay
These niggas die out here for snitching
They die for snitching, okay
25.Champion
Lyricist：Gene Elliott Jr Thornton, Terrance Thornton
I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey
See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin'
'em
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
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They see I'm shining dog, you see these diamonds dog
They say I'm shining so hard I like to blind 'em dog
You got a problem dog, well, you can bring it on
I got at least a hundred shots and you can get 'em all
Hey, I did it, I really did it
I'm like a poster child for niggas that just get it, get it
I'm supposed to smile for my niggas who ain't here to live it
I'm putting money on they books so they can ball in prison
And feel the spirit of a boss, duel pipe exhaust
All we know is the floss
I'm cocaine castling throwing bombs to moss
My bitch keeps the newest and the latest
A street nigga, she know I'm the greatest, hey, hey
Hold up that Rosea, pourin' half the bottle out
If you from where I'm from, you know where I'm flowin' out
Overcame the odds, so we overdue them cars
We done balled around the world, now we reaching for the stars
Hey, hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey
See I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing 'em, hey I'm just steady mashin' 'em
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
Tell 'em what you told me
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If only I would have gotten what I had deserved
Lord knows I would have been done left this earth
Or either in somebody's jail rotten that's my word
If not yourselves then you need to have them kids in church
Mistook my work for selling crack
You should have gotten more out of that than that
My grandma would say you, boy you backwards as a hat
Whether in a trap, NFL draft pick or rap
Virginia is for hustlers, hustlers get it back
I thought that life was a bad bitch bad car
Life is with your kids watching 'Madagascar'
In the headrest of the H3 with crash bar
Rockin' playclothes, everyday's a catwalk
I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey
See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin'
'em
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
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Been there, done that, fell off, got back
Real nigga shit, only champions can talk that
Earn my respect, niggas hating 'cause they want that
Been to hell and back, only champions can walk that
Talk that put yo money where yo mouth is
T off on the green, golf courses where the house is
A long way from pumping out housing projects
Investing in real estate weighing out my prospects
I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey
See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin'
'em
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
Tell 'em what you told me
(Okay)
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Tell 'em what you told me
26.Eyes On Me
Lyricist：Keri Hilson, Terrence Thornton, Pharrell Williams
I keeps that dirty money I'm talkin' fast cash
I'm talkin' razor shaving Im talkin duffle bags
I'm talkin' you can count it papi its all there
I'm talkin' cooking up that 'Slumdog Millionare'
I like them fast girls who like them fast cars
Who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow
I know those YSL platforms ain't coming cheap
And plus I like to show I gets it from the streets.
I'm getting dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less hell na that wouldn't be me
Hate now all eyes on me hate now I skipped the line
For free bass loud how it's got to be
Hate now all eyes on me
I see your name in lights your face on the big screen
Lets cruise drop the top you deserve to be seen.
Rockin' them Prada goggles your my next top model your style
Like Jackie yo now just sit back and let 'em marvel
I know you see this paper I bet you count my cash
Countless trips to sex with her make Kata Perkin bags
New Kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right
Those bitches hate 'cause they just mad you had it first
I'm getting dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less hell na that wouldn't be me
Hate now all eyes on me hate now I skipped the line
For free bass loud how it's got to be
Hate now all eyes on me
She know that
Jockin' my swag ill pop tags
You'll be borrowing no drinks in here ya'll thirsty
We be swallowing don't matter where I go
Those haters be following me so hate now
I know what girls like know whatchu looking for
Them tights is fittin' right you hyped them up some more
You pulled that hair back stick that ass out for them boys
To see you damn near broke your heel from posing trying to catch
a G
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, your man don't do that, do he？
Now take the stage the floor is yours come on
Let's a movie work that camera mama rip that runway baby
Now pop yo collar see them dollar signs is why they hate me
I'm getting dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less hell na that wouldn't be me
Hate now all eyes on me hate now I skipped the line
For free bass loud how it's got to be
Hate now all eyes on me
She know that, uh
She know that, uh
Yes sir, uh
27.Popular Demand
Lyricist：Gene Elliott Jr Thornton, Terrance Thornton, P Williams
Mami you miss me don't you？
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you？
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listenin' to the all time phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'
Now I'm layin' out at the Delano though
But don't get it twisted the Uzi's in the linin' though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though
Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo
Pull up in the CL the shit's astronomical
Hoes linin' up on the curb they fall like dominoes
Used to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fuckin' LeBron but shit I don't know
Like that Bron-Bron？ I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no
I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell'll know
The hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P, let 'em know
Yeah, that bitch was hot, yeah yeah, but it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeenie, meenie, miny-moe
Mami you miss me don't you？
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you？
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
Damn, mami good down to the cuticles
I'm Cam, what's your name beautiful？
Like man I could get used to you
Or the ram, if you knew what I used to do
But call me uncle yeah, uncle Cam
I tax 'em, like who？ Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam where niggas bundle gram
From below you tumble get murked on the humble
And the gat on the belt on the hip
And I keep a Pharrell with the Clipse
Drive a hard bargain, I'm Harlem's only Gagarin
Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied
I know ya moms well, tell ya mother hi
I'm the other guy that got ya mother high
Coke like a caterpillar, I make butterfly
Mami you miss me don't you？
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you？
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
Goddamn the boy's back
For pushin' a mountain of snowcaps to avoidin' the 'Kojak'
The pioneer of the coke rap
I'm dancin' with the stars steppin' on blow doin' the toe tap
The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack
It made its way home like a road map, I fathered this
If I mislead any kid that's fatherless
That burden's on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost, they sayin' they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever
I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper
Whether watchin' for the Feds or avoidin' the Grim Reaper
We're deeper than rap, money and hoes, it's deeper than that
Fight the temptation but it keep comin' back
Money stacked to the ceilin' just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them comments meant you could lose your common sense？
Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is repent
Mami you miss me don't you？
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you？
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
28.Freedom
Speak, speak of freedom
Sing of amber, waves of grain
With every line written and all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self-made prison
I've taken inmate losses at the hands of this one
My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
Now is time to mend shit, time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long overdue
Thinking to myself what can I be wing you
They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I trouble T-boy, it's just a D-boy
Let me play the role of a common on his B-boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
All apologies, I bear the cross, I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don't share my brother's pain
Not to confuse our sentiments are all the same
I just don't feel nothing, I'm numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I turned away and didn't even flinch, yeah
The music drove me crazy looked up and lost the first bitch
I ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays she can't even face me I'm sorry for the heartbreak
I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompus motherfucker, just look what them jewels made me
I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
What a thing to say but what am I to do？
I'm role playing a conscious nigga and true is true
Cocaine aside all of the bloggers behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I own you all
Speak of freedom
Sing of amber, waves of grain
This is where the buck stop, here's where I draw the line
I touched the hem, God's work is so divine
I seen the error of my ways over time
Never to return, Malicious had been refined
Like wine, with time I get better
Napa Valley vintage, my flow is fermented
Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar
Run to these words as if there's no tomorrow
Never mind my car, careful what you wish for
Behind every curtain the devil and his pitchfork
Jealousy, I ask thee, what is this for？
How was I to know I was happy being piss poor
No whore, that's not love, we was fucking
I was in search of a chicken-head, you was clucking
And I was lusting, we were both out of order
I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter
'Am I My Brother's Keeper' or 'For Himself Every Man'？
I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands
Accept me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans
Careful what you speak of, I've come to understand, peace
What else do you want from us, huh？ What more can you ask？
(Speak, speak of freedom)
We give you everything, we lost life, we lost love
(Sing of amber, waves of grain)
We lost family behind this shit
This shit you call music, we call this shit life
We gave you proof, they give you shit, we gave you truth
Do I entertain you, motherfucker？ Well, dance then, bitch
'Til the casket drop, 'til the casket drop
'Til the casket drop, 'til the casket drop
'Til the casket drop, 'til the casket drop
'Til the casket drop, 'til the Lord say stop
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