1.Comin' At The Game
2.Dyin' 4 Rap
3.What If
(＊puffin in background＊)
Yo what up son？
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea i'm jus chillin in the coupe
K'nawm sayin？
Windows up,drivin through the city
Smokin a elfadolough
You know how we do
This shit i be thinkin about is crazy son
What if notorious was here？
What if he was around？
Would all these niggas claim to be king？
Who would wear the crown？
Yo, what if pac was still thuggin？
What if he was alive？
Would all these niggas still be screamin out 'ride or die'!
What if milli vanilli's record never skipped on stage？
They'd be the illest con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if jordan never had scottie？
What if sammie never ratted gotti？
What if new york without giuliani？
What if mike tyson fought ali in his prime？
What if will smith got gangsta
And start cursin rhymes？
What if erik never met parish？
Think they'd be makin dollas？
What if they neva made candy paint for impalas？
My down south niggas'll wil' out,word up
My west coast niggas'll wil' out,word up
What if computers shut down for the y2k？
What if nwa neva had dre？
What if eminem was black？
Would he have sold five mil.
Or would he be 1 out of 5 million rappers with no deal？
What if you had to pay for air？
A dollar a breath
Half the hood would fuckin pass out and choke to death
What if hip hop was banned in 52 states？
They'd give you 5 years a piece
For records, cd's and tapes
What if the world stopped？
No more time,fuck a watch
What if there's no laws
No jails,and no more cops？
Shit is crazy
Shit i be thinkin about
Yo, it's just questions
That i ask myself
When i analyze the world when i'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when i'm by myself
Drinkin weed smokin hennessy all by myself
Questions,that i ask myself
When i analyze the world when i'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when i'm by myself
Drinkin weed smokin hennessy all by myself
Its questions...that i ask myself
Shit is craaazy,shit i be thinkin about,thinkin about
Yo, what if snoop was the president？
Shit we'd all be high
Blowin chronic in the white house
Smoke in the sky
What if they neva made the coupe 5
What would i drive？
Probably a 430 drop,ruthless,wit buggy eyes
What if red and meth freestyled
And battled on stage？
What if daz had bald heads
And onyx had braids？
What if history was changed？
Slavery reversed
Would black ladies see white boys
And clinch they purse？
What if dialo didn't get shot,41 times？
What if the kids was popular
That went to columbine？
What if ewing would have dunked it
Instead of faded away？
Tha knicks woulda been the champs
He wouldn't a got traded away
Yo what if run neva met d
Would i'a been a mc？
What if its selow？
You in my rollin 1,2,3
What if the world stop？
No more time,fuck a watch
What if there's no laws
No jails,and no more cops？
Shit is crazy
Shit i be thinkin about
Yo, it's just questions
That i ask myself
When i analyze the world when i'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when i'm by myself
Drinkin weed smokin hennessy all by myself
Questions,that i ask myself
When i analyze the world when i'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when i'm by myself
Drinkin weed smokin hennessy all by myself
Its questions...that i ask myself
Shit is crazy,thinkin about
Lookin out the window
All i see is rain
Feelin the pain
Gunshots out my window
Ugh,ugh,ugh
Anotha nigga gets slayed
Wit tha mobs to big
Drinkin this weed
Smokin this hennesey
Aint anotha like,me
Craazy
Fuck all yall
Fuck the world
Fuck america...
4.Thug Warz
All my real street niggaz throw your guns up
Throw your guns up, throw your guns up
I'd rather have enemies
Cause fear last longer than love
In the streets nothing stronger than thug
We all bleed the same color
Weather you a crip or a blood
You want more you'll be comin with slugs
Yo yo
The head nigga in charge, king of new york
Greatest of all time, you wanna talk streets lets talk
We are the streets, forever check my war report
Theres no way out except entertainment, drugs and sports
Feds try to shut us down, without a reasonable doubt
Supreme cliental legal drug money on paper routes
Till the death do us part for money, power, respect
My road to riches dont want dies like life after death
Its hell on earth, the block is hot 400 degreez
The truth tell us what envy all eyes on me
A top-dawg said the game is to be sold not told
Pulled out the ill-matic 16 shots to your dome
Capital punishment black trash trapped in crime
The ghetto's trying to kill me, lisence to ill kriminal mind
To understand there was a comin' of age
We nigga'z fo' life, disaster strikes on judgement day
I'd rather have enemies
Cause fear last longer than love
In the streets nothing stronger than thug
We all bleed the same color
Weather you a crip or a blood
You want more you'll be comin with slugs
I ain't got time for dem lies, i gotta get mines
Muthafucka ask shyne he'll tell you i rise
Do 'em dirty this time, worked with phillis this time
You outta line tryin' to war with us shootin' that nine
Gotta our back against the wall, so its ball or die'
Outlaw (wha') cause of course u hate it, watch how we rise
Nigga i street talk, the gangsta' walk to be like this
Then i load 'em up, one by one shootin' dont miss
It's a critical game, we pledge plead for this blood
If you a thug it don't matter, the crypt fo' this cuz
Outlaw mutha, fucka then bust yo' rocket
Firestarr ~ n ~ other people attack yo' pocket
Yo' it's serious biz-, we hand deliver this shit
If you want, it's door to door service
Hand 'em and scream makes it more worth it
Hold up i'm lying cause shit i'm gettin' money now
So i drop fifty thou. and take a trip back to the isle
Come back to the states like 'shit what a vacation'
My mind on makaveli and this money we taken'
I'm gonna bust 'em and then vacate the scene
Before the sireen's scream, 2001 look how my team gleam
Comin' up quick, like we out there pitchin' them birdies
Terrorize the whole game, with my nigga'z from jersey
And if you in tha way well shit you be there long (huh)
We head strong, so fuck it nigga let'z get it on
All my real street niggaz throw your guns up
Throw your guns up, throw your guns up
I'd rather have enemies
Cause fear last longer than love
In the streets nothing stronger than thug
We all bleed the same color
Weather you a crip or a blood
You want more you'll be comin with slugs
5.Perfect Bitch
＊fredro talking＊
Now lemme do the intro
What up yo？, yo i'm
Smokin this joint right
And i was thinkin, what if i could make
The perfect bitch, get all the bitches i like
Knumsayin？and make my own bitch, fuck that, yo , yo
Chorus：3x
If i could make the perfect bitch
She would look just like th-is
If i could make the perfect bitch
She would look like mya, face like tamia
Lips like aaliyah, haircut like nia
Wit a twist of halle, body like jennifer
Physique like vivica, more soul then erykah
Not to say, bad as beyonce
Typical hood vitch like mary j, wit a
Ass like janet jackson, not toni braxton
Titties like janet jackson
Wit a splash of stacey dash, sittin phat
In prada bags, steppin out the topless jag
Skin tone like ananda, freak bitch like madonna
Wit a lotta prada, bada like donna
Legs long like tyra, and strong like mya
The perfect bitch jump into flames of fire
Brandy mixed wit monica, body like veronica, perfect bitch
Chorus：3x
If i could make the perfect bitch
She would look just like thid, begettes on her wrist
Down on the crist, exotic bitches, switch wigs like kim
Choclate like fox boggie, draggin her timbs
Wit a smiley face, take the charge my bitch faithful
Malibu spilffs is where i take you, wish i was trapped
On a island, wavy hair like kimora simmions, the baddest
Bitch like trina, wit a ounce of christina, you might've
Seen her brickhouse like eve, in the black beemer
Not to tall like lisa leslie, more like lisa raye
Short a mix wit lisa'left eye', and lisa bonet
She kiss the dice when i gamble, catch me cheatin
Start a scandal like taral hicks, my ghetto naomi campbell
Eyes like vaness wills, dress to killin em softly like
Lauryn hill
Chorus：3x
Where my down south, perfect bitches at
Where my up top, perfect bitches at
Where my west coast, perfect bitches at
Where my ghetto, perfect bitches at
Where my project, perfect bitches at
6.Electric Ice - Featuring X1 And Mieva
7.Who Fuck Betta
Chorus：1x
Who fuck betta then me, get sex wetter then me
Go down betta then me, can ya man girlfriend
You look better wit me, fantasy, you wishin
That ya man could be, slide ya body down the pole
Baby dance wit me, put ya legs on the dash
Boo be freaky wit me, turn you out
Be that bitch that i need you to be
Sleepin wit him, but you havin wet dreams of me
When you tired of the arguements, bills and fights
When ya sex life is boring, and he ain't fuckin you right
Hit my two way, we can do somethin tonight
Pick you up at the corner, hope in at the light
I'm that nigga that does what ya man won't do
Turn a small night, into a big mornin for you
I get more pleasure outta pleasin you,
I won't cum till you cum, it's all for you
I don't mean to be oppose, of my demandin threats
First date pushin a five, flirtin wit death
Throw the top down, let the wind blow up ya dress
Slight wind chills, goosebumps go up ya flesh
She tole me, stop the lex, then she popped the x
Then she cocked her legs, then my cock was next
We could fuck on the hood, leave ya heels on
Pull over get a quickie, leave ya thongs on
Chorus：1x
I'm ya pride to get away, mami give me a call
Rest ya head on my shoulder's, don't cry no more
Be secure, grab ya hand when you walk in the mall
Sneak you up to the hills, for a midnight call
My thug paradise, blue waters, and white sands
Fantasize, when you close ya eyes, ya flight lands
We could cruise the coast, give ya body a slight tan
I drive wit the left, caress ya hair wit my right hand
Get out the rain, the thunder＆storm
You gotta a man, i know it's wrong, but that pussy the bomb
C'mon now pretty girl, firestarr don't mean you no harm
You like it real slow, every touch turnin you on
We on the double dawn nigga, mantione, when you pop
Up in the mornin, i'll be gone
Ya pussy won't talk, my dick won't speak
What he don't no won't hurt him, he don't know you a freak
Chorus：2x
8.Big Shots - Featuring Sin
9.Soldierz
10.One Night - Featuring Begetz, Versatile, Ice T
11.Dat Be Dem
feat. begetz
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about
Aiyo, i roll wit the gods and them, the stars and them
Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them
Firestarr move deep like the mob and them
America mafia dot com and them
(yo, dat be dem) the wild life, livin it up
You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up
(yo, dat be dem) late nights, i-95
Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side
(yo, dat be dem) shots howl, rollin wit kings
Thirty ninth street, b.d.'s bringin me greed
(yo, dat be dem) goin uptown, coppin a war
Real shit, dominicans wit they glocks at the door
Word up
Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them
Before i get locked, i'mma bust shots at them
Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them
Pushin the back pocks so i can bust in them
(but, dat be dem) after-party, sexin wit chicks
Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch
(but, dat be dem) dice games： 4,5,6
Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4／5 bricks
(but, dat be dem) the bartender hold me a gat
Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back
(but, dat be dem) riker's island, h.t.m.
On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they timbs
Word up
Wild life, killa queens, ya runs wit them
My dirty brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them
Ferrari drop behind the rover, that's my dunns and them
Rob who？ what my niggas keep guns on them
(dat be dem) x-5, gbm
Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them
(dat be dem) glassware, cookin up drugs
In the club lost, lookin for love
(dat be dem) a hundred fans, chasin them down
Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now
(dat be dem) takin holes, a coke and ya grow
Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes
12.Dyin' 4 Rap - Featuring Capone-n-noreaga, Noble, Cuban Link
13.I Don't Wanna... - Featuring Aaron Hall
feat. aaron hall
God, i'm callin, yes i'm callin
For you, please help me
On the journey, please
When i die, i wanna die like princess di
Blastin ready to die late night pushin a five
Hit the westside high, doing ninety five
Let the will go, like 'fuck it' closin my eyes
Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
Catch a bullet wit my back turned, god forbidden
So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me？
Cuz see now ya face flash on the mtv
Front page of the paper, front of the source
Jealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorse
Every mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalms
Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs
When i'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verse
Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
Wakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweats
Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath
Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed
The second chance of life, got me feelin i'm lord blessed
I'm god sent, here to talk to the children
Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling
Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day
(i don't wanna die) god, i'm callin, yes i'm callin
For you, (i don't wanna die) please help me
On the journey, please
What up b-wiz？ it's been quite some time
I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89
And i still got the demos, before we got signed
Every rhyme i write, you be in the back of my mind
Yo big l, congratulations dog, your shit when gold
Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to be
Seen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flow
Had to catch a plane, i gave you a pound, hand it over
Freaky tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look fly
You in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lye
Shit yo eazy, what up dog, i know we never met
Used to bang niggaz with attitude, cleanin the tech
Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail
Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall
My nigga pun, what up son？ i ain't forget you kid
I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did
Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse
What up banky, who thought you would of made it here first
Big and pac rollin dice like they never had beef
Big stretch, side bettin, standin next to trouble t
Thought i never met kadafi, what up god, peace
By the way, you heard the record that i did wit your peeps？
It's love, buffy the beatbox, moore spurgs, scott larock
Dyin 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die
14.America's Most
But real niggas never die, word up
I throw my guns up for niggas locked up
To all my project niggas, niggas on chrome
To all my hustlers, my dealers
Fuck the squealers, word up
My ghetto inmates and fallen soldiers
To all my ignint bented bitches, word up
It's other people money, niggas word up
I told ya not to fuck wit this
Yo firestarr, i'm america's most
Firestarr, i'm america's most
Yo firestarr, i'm america's most
Firestarr, i'm america's most
Yo firestarr, i'm america's most
Firestarr, i'm america's most
Yo firestarr, i'm america's most
Firestarr, i'm america's most
15.Shining Through(Bonus Track)
I see your true color, shinin through
I see your true color, an' that's why i love you
I see your true color, shinin through
I see your true color, an' that's why i love you
Yo, father forgive, we all tryin to survive where we live
I'd rather feed the homeless eight times than talk to da kids
Show 'em life ain't no walk on the bridge
Damn as hard as it is, when i be dreamin i be talkin to b.i.g
In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo
Sneakers hangin from a telephone pole
In my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold
But tha was love from tha family when tymes are cold
I seen n analyzed tha world from my project roof
An' seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth
A good kid, i kept this burna in dis motha goose
A motherless child,lost in these streets loose
In the waterworlds away these are rainy days
My man got poped at an early age
These cowards run n say he flipped into his early grave
They say the good die young, we're headed for dem early gates
Chorus
Yo,they say this love wasnt meant to be
2 people from 2 different worlds, we wasnt meant to be
It musta been fate you were sent to me
We'll make it through these hard tymes, eventually
Tha standard fight,walk by faith n not by sight
We're all tha same color when you turn off tha lights
I take tha sunshine with tha pain
Wear my saraguards sad,dats when it rains
No fridge, kept tha food on tha window payne
We all breathe tha same air so we all tha same
Im trapped in this ghetto maze tryna make it out
If you dont know me dont judge me, wuthcu talkin bout
Im far dividable of ard of tha broken dreams
Single mothas yall my heroes, yall my queens
To get my moms out tha hood, thats my hope n dreams
To raise my son to be a soldier by any means
Chorus to fade
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