1.Jockin' Jay-Z
i see you jockin jay-z cuz he got a mercedes and you know about
his ladies
i see you jockin' jay-z
jockin' jay-z (4x) (im so dope boy fresh)-2x
WHOS HOOUSE!!!!!! Hov no doubt
Bout the only rapper still gettin money in the drought
I moves out, into global, i'ma mogul
fifty-thousand feet in the air and I'm still on my mobile
Fuck talkin bout the recession, its just depressin'
I rock wit Obama, but I ain't no politician and I
Chill wit the thugs and the gangstas too
I ain't a blood, but I'm at war wit the boys in blue
Crooked Officer, Crooked Officer
Why you wanna see me in a coffin sir
Is it against the law the way I'm flossin' sir
Benzes, Rolls Royces, and Porches, UHH!!!
Hatas Like 'Hov why you still talkin money shit？'
Cuz I like money bitch!!!
I like fly shit, you like gossip
I let you do you
why you ridin my shit？？
i see you jockin' jay-z
jockin' jay-z (4x) (im so dope boy fresh)-2x
That Bloke from Oasis said I couldn't play guitar
Somebody shoulda told him I'ma fuckin rockstar
TODAY IS GONNA BE THE DAY
THAT I'M GONNA THROW IT BACK TO YOUUUU!!!
I'm livin' life as a rocker, I'm like pimp c patna
Comin down in mercedes, peelin off on the boppers
Worldwide show, I'm comin down in a chopper
Hundred Eighty-Thou screamin hov wit the roc up
It's to eaaasy
I got ladies on shoulders, showin me they chi-chi's
I met honey at the show last year
And now I'm actin brand new like a World Premire
Yeah, I know, life ain't fair
But chill baby girl, my girl is here!
I got models in a mosh pit
Dancin off beat, but they know the words to my shit
I see you jockin' jay-z
jockin' jay-z (4x) (im so dope boy fresh)-2x
You ain't gotta jock Jay-Z, jock fly shit
You ain't gotta jock me,homie jock my chick
Jock her cinotti, she body you wit the fit
No thats not pillotes her, body's just thick
You ain't gotta jock her, nigga jock my clique
Jock the dope boys cuz we all tossed bricks
Federallis jock me while I'm crossin the bridge
Click, Click, Take a portait of this
I ain't no pretty boy I got a gorgeous wrist
Cut Handsome checks, and my flows pretty. sick.
I'm so ghetto sheek
I'm in the hood in high fashionique
OOH WEE I'm like the camoflauge lui
How you niggas want it？ The tux or the tooli？
Hatas,i ain't mad at you
If I wasn't me I'd probably jock me tooo
I see you jockin' jay-z
jockin' jay-z (4x) (im so dope boy fresh)-2x
2.Swagga Like Us (ft. T.I. ＆ Lil Wayne ＆ Kanye West)
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand, trillion
Ayo I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving do we even gotta question
Hermes Pastelle I pass the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That means it's permanent,
so I guess I should address it, huh？
My swagger is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on the track I asthma attack it
Why he's so mad for, why he gotta have it
Cuz I slaved my whole life, now I'm the master
Na-Na-Na, How it feel to wake up
and be the shit and the urine Na-na-na-na-na
Trying to get that Kobe number, one over Jordan
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner gotta bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans cuz my knots don't fit
No one on the corner gotta pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cuz my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by
Jocking my fresh
Jocking jocking my fresh
Jocking jocking my fresh
Follow my steps, it's the road to success
Where the niggas know you thoro
And the girls say yes
But I can't teach you my swag
You can pay for school but you can't buy class
School of hard knocks I'm a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap,
It's Hovaaaaa!
Dipping different rovers whipping with the soda
Hovaaaaa!
Could u even have any doubt after doubt if it's over
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner has swagger like moi, Church
But I'm too clean for these boys
I require what I desire I got stripes, A-di-das
Mami scream papi no mas
Run up in your shit just me no moss
Runnin this shit like I got four thighs
None has swagger like this four gods!
When it comes to styles I got several
Sharper than a swagger, dagger all metal
And my jew-elz blue and yellow
The type of shit that make em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet make you feel special
Haaa!
What the f＊＊k you boys talking about？
I know it's us cuz we the only thing you talk about
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
You go see Weezy for the wordplay,
Jeezy for the bird play,
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy,
All my verses picture perfect and they meant to serve a purpose,
You ain't living what you kicking and you worthless,
Looking from the surface it may seem that I got reason to be
nervous
Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it,
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical,
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do,
Ain't nobody hot as me even if they rap
They ass off blast off and have outstanding qualities,
Sell alotta records I respect and salute that,
But spitting real life on hot beats I'm the truth at
You kick it like me no exaggeration necessary,
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary,
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
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No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger swagger like us
3.Boys (Remix)(ft. M.I.A.)
How many tequilas in the place？
How many beers are in the case？
Boyz there - how many？
Boyz there - how many, how many？
How many dutty wine swing it away？
How many shots without a chase？
Boyz there - how many？
Boyz there - how many？
How many mash up and in a haze？
How many wacky dip fall on their head？
Boyz there - how many？
Boyz there - how many？
How many no money boyz are crazy？
How many boyz are raw？
How many no money boyz are rowdy？
How many start a war？
How many no money boyz are crazy？
How many boyz are raw？
How many no money boyz are rowdy？
How many start a war？
How many soldiers are ready to fight？
How many ready for war？
How many sick of them？
How many quit？
How many ready for more？？
How many people say nothing one idiot says it all？
How many people gettin frustrated waiting for Bush to fall？
How many soldiers are ready to fight？
How many ready for war？
How many niggas get locked up for drugs？
The Government slinging that oil
How many billions does it take before the troops are home？
How many banks got to collapse to know whatchu doin is wrong？
Gotta get Bush out the chair (yeah)
Give Obama the floor (yeah)
Lets bring back Reagan at least he would get in that brawl
These politicians dont give a shit the hood still getting
ignored
Gotta get paid now
Can you put your dogs away？
Can I get paid now？
Or must we continue to move the wire？
How many？
Do like fights？
How many？
Just to really do life？
American Dream dont last through the night
American pie, can I get a slice？
American Dream dont last through the night
American pie, can I get a slice？
How many, How many？ (x4)
Soldiers, stomp! (x4)
What we do now？
Duppa bounce
Dem der
Duppa bounce
What we do now？
Duppa bounce
Dem der
Duppa bounce
What we do now？
Duppa bounce
Dem der
Duppa bounce
What we do now？
Duppa bounce
Dem der
Duppa bounce
How many, How many？ (x4)
Boyz there
How Many？
Boyz there
How Many？ (x4)
4.My President Is Black (Remix)(ft. Young Jeezy)
My president is black, my Maybach too
And, i'd be gah-damned of my diamonds ain't too
My money's dark green and my Porsche is light gray
I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me？
My president is black, my Maybach too
And, i'd be gah-damned of my diamonds ain't too
My money's dark green and my Porsche is light gray
I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me？
My president is black in fact hes half white
So, even in a racist mind he's half right
So, if you got a racist mind you be alright
My president is black but, his house is all white
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I'mma spread my wings you can meet me in the sky
I already got my own clothes, already got my own shoes
I was hot before Barack, imagine what i'm gon' do
Hello Mrs. America, hey pretty lady
Red, white and blue flag, wave for me baby
Never thought i'd say this shit but, i'm good
You can keep your puss, I don't want no more Bush
No more wars, no more Iraq, no more white lies
My president is black!
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home, and daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale？
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be gah-damned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay？
Let's go!
5.History
Now that all the smoke is gone(lighter)
And the battle finally rise(give me a lighter)
Victory's finally ours (lighters up, lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long？
In search of victory, she keeps it
If only we could be together momentarily
We could make love, and make history
Why won't you visit me, until she visits me
I'll be stuck with a sista, her name is defeat
She gives me agony, so much agony
She brings me so much pain
So much misery, like missing your last shot
And fall to your knees .
As the crowd screams, for the other team
I practice so hard for this moment victory don't lead
I know what this means, i'm stuck in this routine
Whole new different day, but the same old things
All i got is dreams, but nobody else could see
Nobody else believe, nobody else but me
Where are you victory, i need you desperately
Not just for the moment. to make history
Now that all the smoke is gone(lighter)
And the battle finally rise(lighters)
Victory's finally ours (yea, yea, yea)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long？
So now i'm flirting with death
Hustla like a cheat, while victory wasn't watching
Took chances repeatedly
As a teenage boy, before acne
Before i got proactive, i couldn't face sheet
I just threw on my hoodie and headed to the streets
I swear i met success, we lived together shortly
A success is like lust, witch is good for the touch
Witch is good for the moment, but she's never enough
Everybody's had her, she's nothing like me
A success is all i got, unfortunately
But i'm burning down the block
I've been in it down defeat
But something tells me that there's much more to see
Before i get killed, cos i can't get robbed
So before me, success and death bandage
I gotta get lost, i gotta find free
We gotta be together to make history
Now that all the smoke is gone (lighters up)
And the battle finally rise(lighter up)
Victory's finally ours (lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long？
Now history is mine, it taste so sweet
She's my trophy wife, she commin with me
We have a baby who stutters' repeatedly
We name him history
He repeats after me
He's my legacy, son i'm a hard work
Future of my past, he'll explain who i be
Rank me among the greats
Either 1 2 or 3, if i ain't number one
Then i failed your victory
Ain't in it for the fame, that dies in 10 weeks
Ain't in it for the money, can't take me when you live
I wanna be remembered long after you breath
Long after i'm gone, long after i breath
I live all i am, in the hands of history
Bless my last will testimony
This is much more then a song
It's a baby shower, i've been waiting for this hour
History your ours.
Now that all the smoke is gone
And the battle finally rise
Victory's finally ours (lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long？
Now that all the smoke is gone
And the battle finally rise
Victory's finally ours (lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long？
6.Mr. Carter (ft. Lil Wayne)
Yo! Yo Joint Inf' did this
This right here is crazy
I-I feel big! You-know what I
Not, not big in the sense of weight,
you know what I mean
Like gaining weight or, nothing like that
Like colossal, like you know what I mean？ Like, ahh
I heard you were looking for me
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hello!
(Tell me where have you been？)
Ha ha ha, you know! Ha ha ha
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Yeah, ha ha, ha I know! Ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hey, Hello!
(Tell me where have you been？)
Shit, you know! Ha ha ha
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Ha ha ha!
Yeah, to you, forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say church, I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer than Beetle juice, Beetle juice, be-the-juice
I got the floor, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof
So I got shot and you can see the Proof
Blind eyes colored guide me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do？
But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you
'Cause I'ma murder, why I kill ol' and even you？
Man, I got Summer hating on me 'cause I'm hotter than the sun
Got Spring hating on me 'cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hating on me 'cause I'm colder than ya'll
And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck ya'll who hating for no reason!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where have you been？)
Around the world and I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me？ In case you're wondering
Haa!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where have you been？)
Around the world and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me？ In case you're wondering
Haa!
Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch!
While all ya'll asshole niggas been on the same shit, I flush
And watch it go down the drain quick
Two words you will never hear, 'Wayne Quit'
'Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call them April Babies, 'cause they Fools
And when they snooze, we up
Feet up, like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic, I parallel park
In a red and yellow thang, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from Collipark, but I'm from Hollygrove!
Now all my Bloods scream, 'Soup,' '？？Woo,'？？and 'Da da dooh!'
I know my role and I play it well
And I wear it well on my Libra Scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair don't even care
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where have you been？)
Around the world and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me？ In case you're wondering
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where have you been？)
Around the world and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me？ In case you're wondering
Cheah! I'm right cheah, in my chair,
with my crown and my dear
Queen Bee, as I share mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we came？ And if not, then why bother？
Show no mercy in Murcielago's
I'm far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's and the Marley's and the Marcuses
Garvey, got me a Molotov Cocktail
Flow even if you box well can't stop the blows
Kaboom, the Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto
Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euro's, that's right, plural
I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Young!
It's my go
Yeah, and I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, Hector Camacho, man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above status quo
Flow, so, pro
I know, I rise slow
And when I pass
They say, 'What up, killer man？'
Stop bringing up my past!
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, and Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy baby!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ay man
(Tell me where have you been？)
Yo!
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Ha ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ay Man
(Tell me where have you been？)
Hova!
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Weezy! Baby
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ha ha ha
(Tell me where have you been？)
I been hustling
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
Hustling hard, cheah!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth
(Tell me where have you been？)
It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
(They been asking, they been searching,
they been wondering why)
You can try me fucka, but when I squeeze it hurts
7.I Do It For Hip Hop (ft. Ludacris ＆ Nas)
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion
This my daily devotion, that verses stay deeper than the ocean
So hip-hop you owe me a promotion
Yeah, I do a little boastin' and braggin'
What's all the commotion and naggin' about
'Cause I'm still the champ in the south
'Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin' them out
Where they fired and these pink slips I keep handin' them out
'Cause this is Theater of Mind, consider it a sign
Of what's to come next, my money's just fine
Bank filled with dump checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop (bombs) like Mr. Funk
Flex
But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I'll do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start
I'll do it for the DJs, I'll do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it 'cause it's art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
And since nine years old, I did it for hip-hop
So, I don't do for the chains and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don't do for the chains and the flashin' rocks
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
They say I'm so low key, I'm socially awkward
Only those that really know me are the ones that I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark,
You call it beef, to me it's's just a fuckin' walk in the park
Because you are who you are when nobody is looking
That's who you are so when the cash and cars is gone,
the day after tomorrow
Don't be askin' to borrow, ski maskin' it hard,
like the way you rap in your bars
I could ride on you and whoever,
devise new endeavors I'm as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half poisonous sting, some just pollinating their leafs
It's just like rap, some will buzz some will attack,
Compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen, pardon the rest of my
niggas
But I'm the best whoever did it
I don't do for the cars and the fancy drops
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
I do it for hip-hop
And I don't do for the chains and the flashin' rocks
Why we do it kid, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
I do it for hip-hop
Hip-hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark can get the fuck
Off my back while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
The past of time when I was gettin' it in
Just so happens I'm so illegal with the pen, they
Ain't want me to do anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably would've got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash me ass
These other rappers couldn't wash my socks
That's why I took the number one slot
The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
Lord knows when I was on my clock
I probably never would've stopped
Thank God for hip-hop
I don't do for the cars and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don't do for the chains and the flashin' rocks
Come on, I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
8.Gutted (ft. Beanie Sigel)
Nigga ya gutted／ya paper on a budget
ya aint got a pot to piss in, no bucket
you niggas call ass on facts you cant cover
ya homie got bread, but you dead luggage
tommy tucker／neighborhood sucker
ya baby momma duck ya／bitches wont fuck ya
ya petty thief, ya name is don't trust ya
betta stay out them peoples' store fore the cops cuff ya
david ruffin／eddie kain puffa
nights like this ya wish for ？？？
when raindrops fall on ya head wit no umbrella,
fella eh eh eh／ya broke／ya busted／ya gutted
You gutted／ch ch you gutted
you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered
ch ch you gutted／uh uh you gutted
you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget
yea yea you gutted／ch ch you gutted
you see us v.i.p. gold bottles and dem buckets
yea yea you gutted／ch ch you gutted
wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered
Bicth ya gutted／whole twist fucked up
ya knees stay scuffed up, from sucking that nut up
just to get a buck to get your hair did done up
your manicure refill da barefeet shiekhill
or dem dollar store chinese slippas
ya weave track slippin／kitchen full of dishes
house full of bebe kids, that stay shittin
baby bottle empty／ya rent check missing
you rock Gucci this and that but ya kids bummy
you lettin strangers claim em for income tax money
you need a whole foot in your ass, that shit you pullin
you weekend looker／car change hooker／ya gutted
You gutted／ch ch you gutted
you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered
ch ch you gutted／uh uh you gutted
／you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget
yea yea you gutted／ch ch you gutted
you see us v.i.p. gold bottles and dem buckets
yea yea you gutted／ch ch you gutted
wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered
You just gon fake it tell you make it huh？
rented houses on mtv, you tapin them
fine hoes in your videos, you drappin them
green screens in the projects, you safe in them
fine cars in your videos, you pay for them
shit I cant knock your hustle tho, you make it fun
dear rapper ？？ you been foolin the public
people startin to think yall real and do something
things we do when niggas do 200
its something like platinum to us true snuff em
back to life you're the reality
you're salary is like celery
we eatin over here nigga, you like salad to me
get your weight up／get your steak up
those little acres, get your estate up
face us your gonna need a allen and some imaginary players,
take 2000／ya gutted
You gutted／ch ch you gutted
you talkin bout that bread but ya bread aint buttered
ch ch you gutted／uh uh you gutted
you talkin ace of spades but you ballin on a budget
yea yea you gutted／ch ch you gutted
you see us v.i.p. gold bottles and dem buckets
yea yea you gutted／ch ch you gutted
wit the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered
9.Brooklyn (Go Hard)
BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!!
BROOKLYN!!! WE GO HARD!!! WE GO HARD!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
This is black hoodie rap, there's no fear in my eyes where they
lookin at
Better look on map, Besides, me nah like to eye fight
Me nah think such a ting is worth a man's life (CHRIST!!!)
But if a man test my Stuy, I promise he won't like my reply
Boom Bye Bye like Buju I'm crucial
I'm a Brooklyn boy I may take some gettin use to
Chain snatchin, ain't have it, gotta get it
Same shitted, from Brownsville to Bainbrididge
Fatherless child, mama put double shifts
So the number runners was the only one I hanged widith
Before you know it I'm in the game, bang fidith
Fit no orangutans piddeals kid-daps like orange's I'm dangerous
PLEASE!!! Tell me what the name of this is
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them
I Jack, I Rob, I sin
Awww man, I'm Jackie Robinson
Except when I run base, I dodge the pen
Lucky me, lucky we, they didn't get me
Now when I bring the Nets I'm the Black Branch Ricky
From Brooklyn corners, burnin branches of sticky
Spread love, Biggie, Brooklyn, hippie
I pity, the fool with jewels like Mr. T
With no history in my borough, they borrow
With no intentions of returnin, tomorrow
The sun don't come out for many, like Annie
Half orphan, mama never had an abortion
Papa sort of did, still I managed to live
I go hard, I owe it all to the crib
Now please tell me, what the fuck's harder than this!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)
While I'm doin my time due to circumstance
Cross that bridge, face the consequence
Once pretend now I paid my dues
Risk takers we break the rules
Get so dark, but I see good
Bed-Stuy stay high in my neck of the woods
Now, let it ring out, it's a warnin
(BROOK-LYN!!!) Let it be sworn in
Gotta make it stick workin like we good color
Rip it to the core, underneath it or we oughta
Right into the clip, bring it to the floor
One step one step give it up more
The road is rough and the street's a mess
With big ass dreams and a sick death wish
Probably like the commercials says
Kill the voice screamin in my head
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
10.Blow The Whistle (freestyle)
Hey nigga I was in Oakland, Oakland like Brooklyn
Short! Dog! Yay area!!!
They showed me so much love
when I was down there I had to get hyphy on this one
Uh! Ask my nigga Lebron!
We so big we ain't gotta respond
When you talkin to a don,
please have respect like your talkin to your mom
We let the money do the talkin
As you see we be talkin rather often (chatterbox!)
The ROC Boys in the buildin
Another hundred fifty million don't it sound like we yellin？!!!
Who the fuck overrated？!
If anything they underpaid him
Hatin that's only 'gon make him spend the night
Out of spite with the chick you've been datin
We the best of the best
We 'gon be here so the rest could take a rest
I gotta get this off my chest
No pause none of that shit, get off my dick!!!!
BLOW THE WHISTLE!!! BLOW THE WHISTLE!!!
BLOW THE WHISTLE!!! BLOW THE WHISTLE!!!
Hold up, I gotta keep it real
It's gonna take seven movies by Will
Seven movies by twenty mil'
and you still ten short from what I did with one deal (DAMN!)
Don't compare me to nobody
I'd rather not be mentioned, I'm offended
Unless you talkin some not-your-James-Dean or
John Lennon (or) or Jimi Hendrix
I'm just a rock star, BEEYITCH!!
Keep it real, you know I got y'all BEEYITCH!!
We ain't in the same league
You could lie to yourself, you can't lie to me (uh-uh, uh-uh!)
I don't even know y'all name
I'm too big for ya, the rap Lebron James
Roc Nation, the new movement
And y'all money funny, what the fuck are YOOOU DOING？？
I don't know what y'all on
This is chess - know the difference 'tween the king and the pawn
BLOW THE WHISTLE!!! BLOW THE WHISTLE!!!
BLOW THE WHISTLE!!! BLOW THE WHISTLE!!!
Blow the whistle!
11.Maybach Music (ft. Rick Ross)
What is this？ (Maybach music)
I like this Maybach music
Sweeeeeeeeeeet!
Ha-ha-ha!
Come and take a ride
Come and take a ride
Billionaire
Yayo
JUSTICE LEAGUE
57 years, yes!
Blood for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up
Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule
Look at me, a model now
Models and bottles 'round
A Blood holla', ballin'
But the boys in blue, shot 'em down
Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental
400 off the lot, the block is monumental
Some things money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
In the rear, so many instruments I hear
Tucked behind curtain, no signs to fear (ROSS!)
I'm higher than a leer ／ Aaliyah
This Maybach music, designer shit I wear
May cause you to lose it
Close your eyes and inhale the smoke
It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga!
5 ounces, take a toke
Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote
BOSS!
YOUNG!
Fuck it then!
Black Maybach, white seas, black piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, +The Girl Is Mine+
+Life's A Bitch+, so +The Whole World Is Mine+
The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
They said it was not so
Certain things that money can't buy
Like being this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride!
I'm like G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my +Final Destination+
And the lair, closer to a leer ／ Aaliyah
Say a +Prayer+, hope I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here - baby, yeah!
But I don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the emblem
The partition roof, translucent and Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades two I store!
True story, my closet is like two stories
Cut to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel back!
You feel that？
YOUNG! C'mon!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
BOSS!
Can't be stopped now
We got too much cake
They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
And the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells - thanks to crack, I crack
Crab and lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters - got cha!
Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
Got a killer's intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition
Waiting on my Suge Knight
One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta' play my part
Never will I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming from the other side
Some things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my black car
Menagin' black broads, massage for frauds
I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks
In the +Killin' Field+ of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped!
I'm The Boss!
12.Ain't I
I'mma... I'mma... I'mma
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'm still winnin' and I'm no where near finished,
It's just the first inning, and I'm gunning for the pennant,
And I been this, God made me, ya'll hate me, ya'll A-the-ist,
Ya'll safety is at risk
It's the return of the messiah,
One and only Hov,
Nah I ain't God, but I've been made in his mold,
So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold,
I only fold bread, I stood for the best, I owed no debt,
I represent the hood 'til my dying breathe,
I took a pay cut to become an exec,
So the next muh-fucka can earn his paycheck.
And even though these niggas talk greasy 'bout me,
Ask these niggas how they 'gon eat without me.
Ask these niggas if they want stets involved,
And even if they don't like me, they respect the God...
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, Ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'm Hustlers poster child, I'm 'posed to style,
I ain't got nothin' to prove I'm 'posed to smile,
I ain't insecure, I'm 'vested in a piece of Carol's Daughter
I'm in Sephora,
Bricks are insignificant to him,
He's a grown man, you're an infant to him,
Take your baby money and burn, T-Ha,
I spent that on furniture
I got warhols on my halls walls!
I got Basquiats in the lobby of my spot!
I'm so sophisticatedly hood, S.Carter cashmere premium goods,
Thousand dollars for the sneaks,
Timbo on the track,
Two-Fifty for the beat, G4 back and forth 'til my flow seats,
I spent a couple mil just to lose to the heat...
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
Anything you aspire, to acquire I got
Any gun you say, you fired, I shot Any type of paraphenalia, I
am the seller
I guess you're sayin' that's how I started Roc-A-Fella,
Feds all fed up,
DEA can't tell the dirty money from a Roc-A-Wear sweater.
And I'm never ever going back, back,
Oh never that, never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that
Whoever rap, you be doin' that for practice nigga,
I'm in a twelve step program,
I ain't touched drugs in so long, I'mma sober man,
I'm clean as a whistle, official gotta way,
I'm the king of all kings, it's official
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
Well ain't I？
13.A Billi
A billi, a billi, a billi, a billionaire
Call me Philli Collins I feel the billion is in the air
I affiliate with Billy Gates
That's my peer
and ？？ is my consigliere
When i wear 'Billionaire Boys Club' is more than gear
I don't wear it 'cause Pharrell
I wear it 'cause i'm fo' real
'I see dead people'
I see Benjamins
and a billion other 'big head' people
imma natural born hustla
Marcy project mutha fucka
Turned proffesional journalist
reportin' live from the gutter
where girls carry box cutters
brothers shoot-up with undercovers
screamin' 'Fuck the World!!'
Why？
Cause' don't no body love us y'all
Carter, Sean Bell
What's the difference？ Do tell
50 Shots Or 50 Mill？
Ain't no difference go to hell
So raaahh, lick a shot for Barack Obama
change gon' come or imma
buy the whole hood lamas on me
Roc nation army
Million strong and the mantra gon' be ：
it is whatever it's gon' be
On three jump in the Humvee
Y'all could call it cold war
I'm declarein' i'm free
bumpin' Pac and The Outlawz
I'm flyer that all out doors
I ball out hard
I buy champion companies
I'm practically buyin' out bars...
but i do that
I'm so past G5's and G4's but i flew back
back, forth like Aaliyah - Rest In Piece!
Takes a nation of millions to hold us back
but when ya boy reaches a billion it's a wrap
Off of Rap？？
Yeah!!
Roc nation, it takes a nation to stop...
I'm signin' off as the hoods Barack
RRAAAHHH!
muthafuckas i'm ill!
14.When The Money Goes
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
When the top back, I know I got that
But when I'm locked up...
...Guru, let me get that again
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
I got it now...
When my top back, I know I got that
But when I'm locked up, and I'm not back
And I collect call, will she accept that？
Will she stay down, through my setbacks？
Through my downfalls, and my downpours
When them FBI boys is coming down for us
I know you riding with a nigga through the Gucci store
All through Prada, but what if I had nada？
Would the babe even bother if the block got hotter？
In the never-ending game that puts the cops versus robbers？
Am I in clouds or are you just along for the ride？
When I'm blasting out the window, will you grab the wheel and
drive？
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
When I fall off, and the drought hits
And it knocks me, out new outfits
And the charm you got gotta hit the pawn shop
And you feel like crying, but be strong and stop
It was all good just a week ago
Now I'm wearing the same clothes a week in a row
Trying to scratch back
Would she take a little check from her little job like,
'Nigga, you can have that'
You had belief in me, or would you beef with me？
Is the good life the only thing you needed from me？
Would she roll out？ Is she so out when the stoves out？
Or will she hold out？
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
And your friends know what Hov get it in for
But let's just say that I didn't ride Benzo
Would you say, 'Girl, why you still with him for？'
And if so, babe, why you around them hoes？
All they see is paper, not potential
And they don't have a nigga's back when he's in limbo
And I ain't asking you to do a life bid with me
I don't want you to die for me, baby, live with me
I'm just saying, when the going gets rough
Don't forget all the shines at the time I was showing up
Show me the same love you showed me when blowing up
You told me it was Roc for life, then throw it up
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
When the money goes, will the honeys stay？
When the grey skies replace the sunny days
Hey, hey, hey
15.Lost+ (ft. Coldplay)
Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost!
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm across
Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I don't get what I deserved
No better and no worse
I just got lost
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
Cause a long may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Oh and I'm just waiting until the firing stopped
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
Aha, I gotcha, uh...
With the same sword they knight you,
they gon' good night you with
Shit, that's only half if they like you
That ain't even the half what they might do
Don't believe me, ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggaz sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you're ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you have to be Bobby now
And the question is, 'Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all？'
Because I'm...
Oh and I, just waiting til the shine wears off
Oh and I, just waiting til the shine wears off
16.Put On (Remix)(ft. Young Jeezy)
The Recession on the way hey but on another note
Alot of soundin like Young tell 'em register to quote
See I rolled them back to back like I'm registered to smoke
Yea I got it on me now but I ain't registered to toke
I put on for my city and I bought a blue -ghini
Goddamnit just missed me, shoulda saw me shoulda seen me
Do me a favor see them haters tell 'em +Picture Me Rollin'+
Same time watch them Feds take a, pic of me rollin'
Got a phone call from 'Ye put my -libs on his song
So 3 million like us goddamn I put 'em on
I put on for my city yeah billboards everywhere
See me before your flight land, see me before your bag claim
Re-up in my city man you better check your bags man
Shouts out to the Eastside yeah they play them bag games
Southside boys will fly to your home
Yeah they play them tag games
Can't forget that Westside yeah they play them mask games
How you forget the Northside, Don't know I stay high as hell
87 stickers too, y'all know I stay fly as hell
I put on for my city yeah way before the contracts
Trapstar step back might get you a contact
Rap star no strap might just get your chain snatched
Call young brain stacks might just get your chains back
Call my name in the courtroom put me on blast
Still shinin' on they ass yeah its Mr. Birthday Bash
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
Put on - Eastside
Put on - Southside
Put on - Westside
Put on... Let's go
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
Put on - Eastside
Put on - Southside
Put on - Westside
Put on... Let's go
'Ey Guru, put a lil' T-Pain on my shit too
Know what I mean？ Uh
I put on... (Oh you bout to put on Hov？) G Mix
I don't need no T-Pain, I got this one, yes
I put Marcy on the map, I put Brooklyn on my back
I put Fab back on the charts, I put Biggie in my raps
I put Nas with Def Jam, I let Diddy do my tracks
I put on for my city that's a motherfucking fact
I put Mike Jack on stage at Summer Jam Billie Jean
I put Prodigy in his place on that Summer Jam screen
I put Preme in my truck told him leave them streets alone
I predicted jail would happen shit I tried to put him on
All these niggaz taking credit for the work that I put in
If you really put me on put yourself on then
I put miles on that hoopdie
I put hours in that kitchen
Put that on my dick mama this is fact not fiction
Feds were tryina build a case I was headed for conviction
Til the greatest flow in the world put me on television
I put on for my city so when I'm dead gone
I got one last wish put my Yankee hat on
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
Put on - Eastside
Put on - Southside
Put on - Westside
Put on... Let's go
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
Put on - Eastside
Put on - Southside
Put on - Westside
Put on... Let's go
17.He Asked For It (ft. Uncle Murda)
One day when I was ridin on the train I seen these two kids
talkin
About the (Roc-A-Fella) had fallen (YEAH!)
One day when I was ridin on the train I seen these two kids
talkin
About the (Roc-A-Fella) had fallen (YEAH! Roc-A-Fella y'all!
OWWW!)
{EAST NEW YORK! }
Before Stack Bundles died he said I was the new version of
Biggie
B.I.G. tell Stacks he wasn't lyin I really get busy (You heard
Diddy？ !)
I be listenin like damn I said that？ !
I should be a millionaire where the fuck is the bread at？ !
(Where the money？)
Come on niggas come up to me and say
You should have signed to 50 instead of signin with Jay (WORD!)
Man I got six figures from Jay I'm straight
You little groupie ass niggas get the fuck out my face!
(UHHHHH!)
Chris Lighty told me to tell y'all get off my dick
I'm connected how y'all know I ain't fuckin with Fif？ !
(G-G-G-G-G)
Hustlers holla at me like, whattup Murd？
I heard you got it but you overchargin niggas for that work (I
AM!)
You get it for the low low but your prices is WOOO!
(It's about to be higher!)
I'm like yeah that's the motherfuckin TRUTH! (But it's fire!)
Shit you know where I gotta go to get it
I be feelin like Frank Lucas before he started snitchin
He asked for it his man saw it so it don't mean shit to me
He's gone, and that's how it supposed to be
Check it out now! (I get away with mur-mur-murda!)
He asked for it his man saw it so it don't mean shit to me
He's gone, and that's how it supposed to be
Check it out now! (I get away with mur-mur-murda!)
Let's do this...
Yes, gangsta, gangsta, how y'all wanna do this？
I clap niggas down for yappin off follish
Ain't no stoppin this Roc-A-Fella movement
The name is Jay Guevara, homie, who are you and
Your offbeat DJ？ If anything he play, sound familiar
I'll wait 'til Pharrell say, ('Lame... ')
Now I have to diss you, Joe
You can get a smack for that, matter of fact
The gats are blown, the natural like Roy Harve'
The boy hard, your Toy Squad'll get squashed, BOY!
Yardee, y'all be lost in the source
Partly because y'all boss ain't a leader
He's a follower, (NO!) no, I'm not coppin ya
Album or your single, you likely to go coppa
The coke coppa, the quick K cooker
Sadat X like Master P, bring the hook up
He asked for it his man saw it so it don't mean shit to me
He's gone, and that's how it supposed to be
Check it out now! (I get away with mur-mur-murda!)
He asked for it his man saw it so it don't mean shit to me
He's gone, and that's how it supposed to be
Check it out now! (I get away with mur-mur-murda!)
18.Go Hard (Remix)(ft. DJ Khaled ＆ Kanye West)
I'm a bad M-a-r-c-y P-r-o-j-e-c-t
Ain't no other motherfucker in the rap game harder than me
I go hard and get it in like a porn star
Follow my moves you wanna make it to the top I'm on star
For new born stars
Even when the camera stop
I'ma hundred million dollar movie handle my cock
Big homie from the back block
When you first learn how to slap box
Then you even learn how to chill with the pill
Or handle the pot bring it back rocka
Number one rule if you ass get popped
Don't cheddar box to the matlocks
Death before dishonor I'ma honor the code they created
Number 2 ruined it and it might sound rude but yep fuck you paid
me
I drown my pain in porsches
I lost my partner to the bullshit
Still tryna hold on to my religion so
I put a couple diamonds in the crosses
Close your eyes see the darkness
That's what it's like where I'm from
No lawyers no doctors
So either I go the hardest
Or I could just call this a night
on dark nights its like I see better
on Dark Knights I'm like Heath Ledger
Even if I overdose on drugs
Motherfuckers can't kill my buzz
Wait I ain't done
I'ma freestyle this Khaled let it run
What's the hardest county in the Yayo
Cause ima go harder then they go
I'ma go harder than Baltimore
Philly gone say they can't touch the boy
Where you at Duval？
I'ma go harder than you all
Harder than New York
Turn the pro tunes in the booth off
I'ma go harder than Ye go
And Ye go hard
That's baby bro
Put some more beat on that joint
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard
But I wont let you get to me
You should already figure imma go hard
If you were as real as me
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin money ain't shit to me
This in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I am, I will , I gots to go
You got another way to live you gots to go on
I am gettin it in until the end I got to go, go, go , go hard
I ain't ever been scurred
Never been a type to bite my words
When I came up ya'll gave me shit
Now I'm gunna make ya'll eat them terds
Always said what the fuck I felt
Gon head spit that murder I wrote
Man I dont care what what you felt
Fuck you nigga I know I'm dope
Dope like I'm comin to get my all
Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall
Felt like niggas was stuntin on me
Funny how I'm flyer then them all
Now I'm at the top ain't know where to go now
Instead of me she gon go down
Maybe I would of slowed down if I knew what I know now
I'm scooby I know I'm dumb
It could get fuckin old but its good I'm young
But my heart get cold as the hood I'm from
Tell me what it take to be numba one
I guess its gon be what its gon be
But heres one thing ya'll got to hear
Imma tell you like george bush told me
Fuck ya'll niggas I'm out of here
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard
But I wont let you get to me
You should already figure imma go hard
If you were as real as me
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin money ain't shit to me
This in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I am, I will , I gots to go
You got another way to live you gots to go on
I am gettin it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go hard
19.You're Welcome (ft. Mary J Blige ＆ Swizz Beatz)
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher (4x)
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher (4x)
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher (4x)
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher (4x)
You would think I'm was on 'roids
I been hittin so long
And I'm a big headed boy
Nah, we ain't on HGH
Though I might pick up some weight
When I'm runnin through your state
Nah nah, nah, we ain't on the clare (？)
We on the runway
Get back-to-back lare (？)
Kick it, it's Ms. No More Drama and Barack Obama
All rhymers, feel honoured
I put my life on these tracks
You act like y'all don't wanna pay me for the facts
Luckily my therapy is to rap
I just beared my soul
I don't expect nothing back
You're all welcome
Long as you're welcome
I was gone, you motherfuckers
You know where the hell I'm from
I'm from the bottom
So I do this from the diapers
Quick fast, turn the Big Apple into cider
I do this, I'm a writer and a rider
Spew it cuz I'm nicer
But I do this for the lifers
I'm a writer and a rider
I spew it cuz I'm nicer
But I do it for the lifers
You're welcome
We're all of y'all
Keeping y'all in here
Just to see you smile
And enjoy yourself
You all
You all
You all
You're welcome
Everybody, get your
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher
You all
You all
You all
You're welcome
You probably never see again
Somebody so deadly via the pen
Viva Hovito padino (？) muy bien
Big up to Biggie and Pac
I do it for them
Until I rich, Kalik
I do it for him
Do for those who can't do for self due to the pen
May these bars reach through your bars
And ma, whenever saying it
Here's your heart
Cops show, least the stands fill, you all
Love is a battlefield
We all get scarred
I put my heart into this
This is much more than marketed music
The reason I gotta market to do this
Is people going through pain
I'm just walkin em through this
This ain't no marketed music
People going through pain
I'm just talkin em through it
You all
We're all of y'all
Keeping y'all in here
Just to see you smile
And enjoy yourself
You all
You all
You all
You're welcome
Everybody, get your
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher
You all
You all
You all
You're welcome
If it wasn't for your love
This would all be a dream
Then you made our dreams come true
That's why God don't need to thank us
Cuz we do this all for you
We knew what you were going through
Because we were going through it too
When no one seems to understand
We were all a-dance (？) and holding hands
Sure I taught you bout watch brands and watch bands
I also said watch the man hoppin out of vans
I ain't only teach you bout Evisu
I taught you how to fish and I let other niggas feed you
You're welcome
We're all of y'all
Keeping y'all in here
Just to see you smile
And enjoy yourself
You all
You all
You all
You're welcome
Everybody, get your
Hands up, hands up, hands up, higher
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