1.Intro
Artist：Jim Jones／Max B
2.So Harlem
Artist：Jim Jones／Max B
Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris)
Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (fuck the feds)
The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded)
We act dumb don't approach us (watch yourself)
We hit the spot ＆ stand on club sofas (ballin)
So get the club owners (where he at)
Cause we the boss type knicks game court side
Big chain sporty ride
G4 the lord of skies (flyin)
And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)
Then pay homage to the board that lies
So many niggaz on my corner died
A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)
And nevermind that
My cash better find that (bring my cash)
We do the mask work
Kick doors cash search (I know you here me)
Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)
You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (fuck your
kid)
Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world
Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn
Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money ＆ this shit is gettin
funny to meeee
Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your
knee
We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads
Got the bitches sayin oh my darling
We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem
A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)
Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato
I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)
Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)
Who gives a fuck is the motto (fuck em)
The new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers (text mail)
And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)
It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)
It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)
You gon get it cause my crew G'd up
We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it)
3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)
Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)
A 1000 deaths to the cowards (fuck em)
You let him die no flowers (fuck 'em twice)
I use to drive 4 hours, (right)
Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)
You chumps want the power
But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope)
It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours (let's do it)
I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar
(ebonics)
Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (fuck squally)
And belligerent ＆ packin hammers (loaded)
And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)
Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)
I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)
If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)
We need to sit ＆ talk (2：12 with him) before it go further
Mo money mo murder ？？
And we will pop at you
And whoever you got with you (blatttt)
My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard)
Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)
Take guns to jumar
Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)？？
Now I salaam to that ＆ drop a bomb to that (stafalah)
It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep
nigga)
You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast (eat
you up)
The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash (Ballin)
And I'm oh so Harlem
15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)
3.Bright Lights, Big City
Artist：Jim Jones／Max B
Yea, Turn it up in the head phones
Ya Know....like that shit sound like rock music
You know what im talkin bout (Uh Uh)
Yea, My man Bruno just stepped in You know how we living it up
We all gettin money (ha) thats what he like to say
Fuck It....Its My Life Nigga
This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)
I had the butter and the fiends was in love with us (that
Fishscale!)
We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck with us!
(Dipset!)
And word to mother keep the thing in every truck with us
Now I was fronting like Rich was, and some of my bit-ches
Was going so hard, got some of us sick thugs (SNAGZ!)
And minor setbacks got some of us tripped up but
The guns we done gripped up so we coming to get ya!
And fuck the local authorities (fuck em!)
and hope the big boys don't pick up my case (pray for me)
Cause for these big toys and these chips, we get chased!
(balling!)
Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st base (Ya Hear
Me!!!)
But the....goons on 2nd, bust on 3rd (WATCH IT!)
You know they....move with the weapons, get bucks off birds
(iT'S CRAZY OUT HERE!)
It's like I'm playing Chicken with my life
Tryna get this paper moving pitches for a price
WE COME TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM NIGGAS BABY WE GETTING FIGURES
IT'S BYRD GANG......WE DOING IT BIIIIIG
BUT WE TOWERED UP, GET THE REMY I'LL GET A CUP.....YOU SLIPPIN
GOOD, CAN I GET A SQUEEEEEZE
I DON'T THINK YOU WANT IT WITH THEM NIGGAS
CAUSE THEM HAMMERS THEY WONT HESISTATE TO SQUEEZE
WE ON THE ROAD, TRAVEL CROSS THE GLOBE.....ALL MY HOMIES UP WITH
THIS GETTING CHEEEEEESE
Look....the nightmares of a trap star (SCAAARY!)
With white tees, Nike air's and my fast car (FLOSSIN!)
D.A tryna wrap me in the charge (Uptown)
But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage (Ballinnn!)
Now....me rapping what's the odds？ (whats the odds？)
We the last crew standing....DIPLOMATS NOW IN CHARGE! (Byrd
Gang)
Now.....$300 for the light show (WOOOWWW!)
Another hundred on the hand to watch the ice glow (DAMN!)
Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll
Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go (THIS IS
REAL SHIT!)
The bright lights and this big city (WOWWW)
I'ma live the nightlife until the pigs get me (Come n get
meee!!)
Range Rove'ing, Big Truck Series (YEAHH)
The chain frozen, big chunk jewelry (STUNTIN)
White girls say he's all semi cool (What else？)
But you don't want to cost him cause he got a short fuse
We live life on reality (TRUE SHIT)
And we flip white for a salary (GETTIN MONEY)
You might catch us at the light in the lavish V (BALLINNN)
But watch them 'Blue ＆ Whites' try and grab a G (SQUALLYYY)
Making some chips so the hate's getting thick (I FEEL IT!)
Watch the world through my tint, smoking haze in the whip (THAT
PURRRRPLEEE!)
Contemplate, maybe take a little trip (Vactionnn!)
Ocean Drive heavy glean in my necklace (WOWW)
Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of 'Wet Willies' (DAMMNN)
'Eu Seuy O Balling' but y'all foolish
Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish!
(STUUUUUUUUUPID!)
That's why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer (thats right)
Cause everytime I turn I'm getting chained up (gettin chained
up...THATS THE PROBLEM)
They say what they want to search, tryna tame us (FUCK EM)
I think they mad we from the turf and we dangerous
AND MY WHOLE CREW ICEY WE PLAYING HOCKEY LIKE THE RANGERS
4.Emotionless
Artist：Jim Jones／Jueliz Santana
Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second
True story
Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)
From bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet)
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya
You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a scandal
Put my emotions aside (why？)
Cause they can never take my alive (no)
I'm a ride (I'm a ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge
Guess what？
He can never take me alive (no)
I'm a ride (I'm a ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
Poured off Bentley
Looking like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It's Santana he fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want？ (What you want？)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at？ (where ya at？)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good？ (what's good？)
Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge
They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or die？
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk staring B
I need therapy
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that
mixture)
And it all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love changes
And since 9／11, the price of the drugs changes
5.Reppin' Time
I'M BACK! I'm on my Dipset shit, 20-30 grand in one pocket,
foreign car
outside...living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow
pokes
NYC...Here We Go Again!
DIP,DIP SET! I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET
ON EXTRA
GRIND...WHEN IT'S, WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN
IT'S REPPIN
TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME
I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND
I GET ON EXTRA GRIND WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP
DIPSET!)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP
DIPSET!)
It's Dipset Season, you ready to grind？ Get money, rep yours,
what you know
about that？ Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME？ I got
money on my
mind man, we the talk of New York
you niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya!
I'm in the coupe relaxing (like that)
you see the roof collapsing (drop the top!)
I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking! (smack the
shit out you!)
And it's God fearing, foreign car steering
60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing
You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom (diddy
bopping!)
Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom (ZOOOOOOOOOM!)
Back in population (what else？)
we cop drops to race 'em (BALLIIIING!)
we getting money over here WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION？!？!
We on top of things, and we got them things (them birds)
But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing？ (you a petty
hustler)
I know the real Rich...the REAL Richard Porter
RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners! (HARLEM!)
The bright lights and my big city
my ice bright and the wrist silly (FLOSSIIIIIIING!)
I'm risking Fed time, front page headline
make the pedal hit the floor til the throttle red line!
DIP DIP DIP DIPSET! WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S
REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)
WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP
DIPSET!)
I let my pants sag (why？), so I can show my ass (KISS MY ASS!)
It's twenty g's a pocket, that's cause we blowing cash (that's
NOTHING!)
And when the photo's flash (SMILE!), Gallardies going pass
Lights, camera's, autographs...'Wet Willies', call a cab
The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey (BLINGING!)
And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces!
Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge (Kelina!)
This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs
...and we invade the clubs standing on the furniture
Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked
(EASTSIIIIDE!)
and we will burn you up like three star alarm
WE ARE THE BOMB HUNDRED G'S ON THE CHARM (Byrd Gang!)
You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper
And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors (BALLIIIIIIING!)
We at the dealer dog (yeah), so how you feeling y'all？!？
....just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off!
The young and the restless...live life reckless
House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested
Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's
cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death
wish!
The rock star living (what else？), the hot cars and women
(LAVISH LIFE!)
...the God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em
(SQUALIIIIIIIIE!)
This for them niggaz that...at the club, throwing stacks
(BALLIN!)
At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back!
and I'm back, it's Mr. New York City
My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee
We still diddy bopping (yeah)
we still could get it poppin (yeah!)
ain't nothing change but the year of the Range
And the clouds still moving with the squamy (loaded)
and the gangsta's don't die, we get MONEEEEY and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
40 cal, an extra nine Dipset the cities mine!
6.Pin The Tail
Artist：Jim Jones／Cam'ron／Juelz Santana／Max B
Byrd Gang club banger
Tryna holla at ya shorty
One focus, one focus only
I'm tryna hit that thang!
Let's go
WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS
MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it)
WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE
IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA)
WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF
THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY)
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA
PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY!
It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling
(BALLLLLINNNN!)...
you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!)
They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed
out)...
and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!)
I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it
(bricks)...
then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's
nothing!)
We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should
(fuck a lease!)...
cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should
Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)...
buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin
twisted!)
I'm tryna get the dame to breeze....
but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name
nigga？!)
I told the lady I be...
doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE？!)
Middle name 'forty on the wrist'
last name 'you can't afford me bitch!' get a camcorder bitch!
(YEAH!)
Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!)
look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha)
We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it)
I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's
Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where？)
New York to Miami Beach (yeah)
Bitch I live the life of a hood-star
rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra
(AWWWWW)
Got em all shaking they tush like
I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!)
But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor
a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of
my good UHHHHHHHHHH!
I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant
I see it, I like it, I buy it baby
I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES？ UP TO NO GOOD
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES？ YEP, I'M SO HOOD
Uh...What up pimpin pimpin？ (what up pimpin!)
I'm exec already (fuck that!)
See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here)
I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic)
The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words)
Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it)
better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the
scenic
In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV
(flat screens watch flat screens)
Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)...
fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact)
Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons,
Bulls...
you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!)
Maesarati's back to back come ride with me
on 1100 not the bike....two 550's!
KILLA!
7.Get It Poppin
Artist：Jim Jones／Jha Jha／Princess
Now I am fresh out of bail
harder flyer than a muthafuck
I dont do the ？？
Sumthin like a rubber nut
Sumthin like a hustler
Got it runin through my blood
You aint bout dat money
Well honey I dont give a fuck
trynna ball wit a hoodie on
Cost about a stack
Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash
My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat
He put it on me good
and I throw it right back
Im a Playa
Ima pimp
I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar
And all ya chips
Gimme da keys
I want da Juice
Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too
Dey see Im doin me
Dey see Im gettin paid
I still be in da hood
Repersentin for da Days
Mercedes wanna hate
Try to stomp em
Ima Fake
O its all in da game
But im still gettin cake
If you a G
Lemme see
You aint gotta pay for da dinner
Its on me
Lets get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty
Lets get it poppin shawty
We got da cash (Flossin')
Buy out da bars (Ballin')
Drop da tops out da celing
You see da stars (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
I get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
Now what bitch dont want me (Who)
Young rich G (Ballin')
Gun beneath da seat
Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin')
Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat ( Foul)
Lambergini drop
Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em)
Easy Just loosen up da bra strap
Make em feel sexy
Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin)
And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little
And den you let da V do da horseplay
Turn da city streets to a horse race
Burn rubber (Vroom)
And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe)
And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully)
So if you want me come and get me
Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)
Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea)
I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)
I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA)
I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat)
You wanna ride wit a G
Now bout to get it poppin
If you ready for us
Startin wit dem shoppin sprees
Im givin honts so dey know it
Who said love dont cost a thing
Im from da city where da chicks are thick
Blingin on dey neck and wrist
And niggas poppin bottles
While da ladies rock dey hips
You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin
To go from lil money flossin
To doin super stuntin
Im always griindin so Im gettin money
Stick wit me and you'll go far
Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen
You say dat you a G
Well nigga let me see
I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be
I got a sassy mouth
And yea I'm from da south
And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out
I'm best dressed no doubt
Lets go it aint no thang
Princess im da chick
And dont forget my name
And this here wont change
You betta sho respect
Or we'll really get it poppin
Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset
8.Mr. Cool
9.We Fly High
I wear a mean dark pair of shades
Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent, you dig
We fly high, No Lie, You know this (BALLIN!)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)
We stay fly, No Lie, You know this (BALLIN!)
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus
Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign)
I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1)
Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle, Twinkle)
T 4 ？ Flights , 80 grand large (BALLIN!)
So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead)
'Vertible jones, mean with the top listen (Flossin)
I'm sayin clean with the bottom？ (Do It)
I Hop'd out saggy jeans and my rock glistenin (BALLIN!)
But I spent bout 8 grand
Mami on stage doin the rain dance (I think she like me)
She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What Else !？)
Got my pedal to the floor screamin fuck the cops (Do It!)
We fly high, No Lie, You know this (BALLIN!)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz
We fly high, No Lie, You know this (BALLIN!)
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus
Slow Down, Tonight may be gone tommorow (One Chance!)
So I speed thu life like theres no tommorow (Speedin!)
100 g's worth of ice on the Auto？ (Flossy)
And we in the street life until they call the law (BALLIN!)
I made the whip get naked (What Happen !？)
While I switch gears, Bitch lookin at the bracelet (Got Em)
Step out, show me what your all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin out (Harlem!)
1 a.m. we was at the club (What Happen !？)
2 a.m. Ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing)
And about 3 somethin I was thinkin about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs
(Twisted)
We fly high, No Lie, You know this (BALLIN!)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz
We stay fly, No Lie, You know this
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus
Nigga could you buy that
I keep 20 in the pocket (Light Change)
Talk a buck 80 If the bentley is the topic (That grey poupon)
But of course gotta fly ...？ (Where？)
To the hood to roll dice on the side of the curb
But I know a G Bent' may sound obsurd (Get Your Money Up)
Drive 80 up Lennox cause I got an urge (Speedin)
The rap game like the crack game
Lifestyles, rich and famous livin in the fast lane (BALLIN!)
So when i bleep shorty bleep back
Lou Vutton Belt where im keep all the heat strapped
I beat the trial over rucker (Lets Do It)
All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (Dipset)
We fly high, No Lie, You know this (BALLIN!)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz (We in the building)
We stay fly, No Lie, You know this (BALLIN!)
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus
You niggas need to stay focus
When your dealin with a motherfuckin G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
Only above motherfucka
This Dipset ByrdGang We Born To Fly
Ya'll know the rules fall back or fall back
Someone tell my bitch summer I'm lookin for her
Ya dig, Another day another dollar
Fast life fucker
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Jimmy, Jimmy I been callin you all muthafuckin day.
You on that Birdgame Dipset bullshit.
You got me real muthafuckin mad.
I went to the bathroom to rinse my muthafuckin mouth out after
suckin your muthafuckin dick and I find that you leave me a
hundred dollars.
Whats up wit that bullshit you coulda least left me a
muthafuckin ？
I ain't gettin shit out this muthafuckin relationship but a
muthafuckin dipset tattoo
What the fuck is up with that？
I ain't fuckin with you no more.
But when you get this message call me. Dipset bitch.
11.Love Of My Life
Artist：Jim Jones／Max B
They got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin)
Kush up till the morn (you know)
Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan (all night)
White t ＆ my pelly (crispy) thuggin like la fonz (got it)
Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones (ballin)
We got them gold diggers (what else)
Cold bitches that wanna party off patron liquor
Car hoppers the hard stoppers (you better watch em)
Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers (I see em)
We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers
They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars (ya benz)
And executives rap stars with black cars (imported)
So we could swipe it charge it to the game
Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane
She's got a thing for slippin clique ＆ goin clubbin at nights
Ain't nothin Like the love of my life
She likes the finer things ＆ fuck with niggaz whose money is
right
Ain't nothin Like the love of my life
She love the dick suck it till it cum
She say I'm the best fuck of her life
She give a nigga the energy he need whenever he feels nothin is
right
Now we in M.I. (sai pa say) party till the noon (ballin)
Hammers in the ride ferraris go zoom (speedin)
All types of incidentals (bottles) charges on my room (maxed
out)
From last night buggin we mobbin with the goons (byrd gang)
We hit the town hard (zo pound) fuckin with the ladies
(g-mackin)
Bottles of viva clique (twisted) puffin on the hazy (purple)
It's all deja vu (uh-huh) seen it all before (I seen it)
Got her in my drop heater on the floor (for real)
So I sped off from the spot (got her) gettin heady rock (right)
Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop (stuntin on
the cooch)
And when I woke all I seen was a note (what it said)
Nigga follow the trail ＆ meet me in A-T-L (let's do it)
Now we pull up in the a (atl) shoppin in lenox mall (ballin)
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball (stay fresh)
We thinkin 112 (112) or maybe even visions (maybe visions)
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin (what you drinkin
on)
Then she told me magic city (what) fat asses ＆ they pretty
(strippers)
They got me blowin thousands throwin stacks by the fifty (I need
singles)
Got some bitches out of strokers (fuck em) gotta get focus (stay
focused)
I'm tryin to play my cards like a game of strip poker (place ya
bet)
Flight up in the mornin (aw man) gotta get up on her (I got a
hour)
When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance (call
me baby)
And all the time M.O.B. on my mind (uh-huh)
The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. (21st)
12.Voicemail Skit 2
13.Weatherman
Artist：Jim Jones／Lil Wayne／Stack Bundles
This is 9 tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drout all week but it looks like
thunderstorms
all weekend. We fittin to make it rain on you motherfuckers (Ya
Heard Me)
Look Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em (YEH)
I make it rain on 'em (YEH) I make it rain on 'em (YESIR)
I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (CashMoney)
I'm fittin to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo)
Ballin gettin high throwin dolla's from the sky (balllllin)
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzlin)
Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive (Speedin)
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted)
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain)
We standin on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain't slippin got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave (getchu clapped haa)
That mean you diggin you a deep grave
Nigga's Jump yo ass have 'em missin you for 3 days (Where he
at？)
Cam says that this nigga's a sucker (fareaal)
So that mean that this nigga's a sucker (Ya heard that？ Capo)
I'm the, Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
(Ballllin)
Weathetman with that paper I bought a range on 'em (Capo)
20 grand worth uh money I bought champagne (Do it)
I make it rain on 'em (Do it) Make it rain on 'em (Do it)
Wezzy fuckin baby, Get 'em a leash
Young money Dipset you betta believe
That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesomi seeds
Auto-matic with the money like Reggi for 3 (laughing)
Big birds no Sesame Street, Bitch!
I'm to clean they ain't messin with me
I'm just trying to see my decimals speak
Now these niggaz just lighter then some good shit to me (Ok)
These niggaz sweet like a taheshin treat (Ok)
They say I'm full of hot air then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Daamn)
Know what I'm talkin about
Know what I meaaan like keep the sneaks
I go dolla for dolla, week for week (Yeeah)
And Birdman said you niggaz is bitches
So that mean you niggaz is bitches, And Me？
I'm the Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Still Ballin after the hundred K
I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yesir)
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em (Yeeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)
Look!
Nuffin changed I'm still ballin like I'm spose to be
Shot callin like I'm spose to be
I spoil her like she close to me (Yeeah)
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags I'm rollercoasterlly
Pockets full of kitty, these niggaz ain't gettin money like I
was
I make it rain on em, they callin scattered showers (WHAAT)
I'm the motherfuckin Weatherman (Yeaah)
Tornado money can't fit it in a rubberband (Naah)
Check tha news It's goin be a cloudy forecast (And whaat)
And when I move a couple goons in that R Class (Yesir)
She want a Doughboy nigga that do numbers
A smile likle lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeeah)
I Shows out and the whores all love it (Love it)
And when it stop drizzlin the floors all flooded (Yessir)
In one night blew bezzle on charm money
Fuck it it's nothin I'm still spendin Desert Storm money
14.Don't Push Me Away
Artist：Jim Jones／Rell
Now don't push me away, cuz when the first time I met you girl
you shook me in ways
You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay,
And because you knew the pitfalls and the tumbles of the game
You've seen the spotlight watch niggas fallin' to the fame
And all the time you tried to tell me to stay hungry and
maintain
When I was like lets go half on a baby, and if not then lets go
half on a 'cedes
Drop top coup while we pumpin' sweet sadie
Flyin' up Lennox, doin' us, pushin' 80
The late nights, the road trips got you pissed
The road trips, the late nights got us rich
The clothes that we wear, the place that we piss
Run and get shot, we ain't what we sit
So if I don't get a chance to tell you
Now too often girl your hand so helpful
In this cold world girl every man needs help too
So baby Im'a ride and no plans to fail you
Please, baby don't push me away
I want you (I want your love beside me baby)
(Please) Please, baby don't push me away
Cuz I need you (Cuz I need you)
I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin'
I'm tryin' to get to conversation and ridin' (Well)
Cuz I'm feelin' your essence your presence is just enough to let
me know that its destined
And since the day that I found you, there's something about you
that makes me want to lose it and pounce
ya
But it's not just your body, it's your mind, your spirit,
everything combined
And while I got a chance, take my hand and let me show you
something real, that love you can feel (Yeah)
Please, baby don't push me away
I want you (I want your love beside me baby)
(Please) Please, baby don't push me away
Cuz I need you (Cuz I need you)
Uh, now two years done passed, few cheers, few laughs
Coppin' Vs, shoppin' sprees gears in the bags
And who cares who's near, cuz most of the bitches would just say
you was there for the cash
And I ain't scared of your past, I prepare for the future
The one thing I ask is just don't tear a nigga coup up
You brang the bail when I was caged up
And back and forth the court to the lawyer now we case shut
You found the numbers in my phone, you was my face but
You know what they say the break ups to make ups
And I admit I'm getting better with the flirtin',
You know you dead sexy when you yellin' and you cursin'
You such a hell of a person so when I get home I'm gonnna tell
you in person
Face to face, Im'a run base to base,
And then Im'a slide home safe till I make yo body shake
You tell me every night that life comes with a twist
That I'm in the spotlight and I'm runnin' the risk
Hey you always say love don't come with a kiss
Its hard soakin' up game when its comin' from a bitch
But where's my manners, never take you for granted
Never take you advantage, most people don't understand it
Is you happy？ Look inside humor,
When you and I together what the fuck they gonna do wit us
Say ya prayer cuz we destined for glory,
And when the credits roll its Harlem's West Side Story
My vision of the lovin' is close,
That's how I want us to be when we doin our thing (Well)
Kissin' ya, lickin' ya, touchin' ya, rubbin' ya, tell me how you
want me to bring it
Because I know he got limits but baby I don't, and my feelins
they won't
Let you get away from me, come stay with me
Baby, Baby, Pleeaaaassseee
Baby don't push me away (When the sunshine)
When the sunshine turn to rain, baby I can take away your pain
(I can take away your pain)
Just call me up when you need some time, I'll take you out,
break you off like
Daddy come on
You don't have to settle for less and baby I can give you what
you want
(I can give you what you want)
Just call me up when you need some time, and you can get it from
me just like
Daddy come on
Shit, so don't push me away
15.Pour Wax
Artist：Jim Jones／Rell
16.Freekey Zekey Skit
17.Don't Forget About Me
Artist：Jim Jones／Max B
BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY....
WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW
I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO
SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE....
I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW
Now due to me (JONES!)
Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!)
Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!)
What influenced me (let em know)....it was the jewelry
Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!)
The 80's...big thick rope chains
life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA)
...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no).....
more like a hustler (yep)
all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right)
Jealousy, envy....gotta watch, they'll spray you up
But it was something bout the gun play....
rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS
NIGGA!)
And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in
the morn'd
So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub
The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs
Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that
purple!)....
get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke)
I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!)....
know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S ＆ C'S!)
You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow
motiooon)
And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up!
ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!)
'I'm in love with a stripper', alcohol on ya brain
Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT)
When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!)
Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)
'Sai Pa Say', on the block in Little Haiti
Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear
that？)
2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers
And all these O. T trips got me tired
drive the wheels til they fall off
and I just bought some new tires
18.I Know
Artist：Jim Jones／Chink Santana
19.My Life
20.Concrete Jungle
Artist：Jim Jones／Max B／Rell／Dr.Ben Chavis／Noe
21.Fucks With You
Artist：Jim Jones／Max B／Stack Bundles
Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang
Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz
WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU？
GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM STUFF WITH CHUUUUUU？
GET BRAAAINS, NIGGA I FUCKS WITH CHUUUUU....
CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!
WE FUCKS WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD SWANG
AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD GANG
NIGGA WE GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!
If trap is the way out then y'all niggaz stuck there (for' real)
Coffee shops the only way you see Starbucks here (for' real)
And I'm a different story (ha!), feeling out of line
in that deuce so I think I need a whole different story!
Can't judge a book by it's cover
comes to yay you can't judge a brick by it's color (what!)
You only know if it's butter when you put it in the raw
and that watch ain't flooded if you still see the border
If he doesn't hustle, somebody around him does
And if he ain't homie, somebody around him cuz
(Cause？) Cause gangster ain't easily portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor niggaz easily betrayed
Same niggaz from the sandbox, I bought drops (drops)
One year or two times we can watch the ball drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you niggaz ain't playing right (nah)
Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz ain't spraying right
Five seven with thirty five homie pitch a buck
Hit the club with the bitches, ma ain't the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific, you sluts can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him slipping again, he ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my scooter
my Ruger'll do ya like they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes thinking that they cushy
Lil niggaz got it confused thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I scream with the team cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank, blowing on the dank
my quarter across the border I ordered what it drink
Got ya daughter caught up in loops all up in the lane
All in the paint, we balling and caught up in the mix.....OWWW
We do it to the death, a hundred hoopties I done wrecked (Capo!)
I got a bitchy attitude but stay super duper fresh (stay fly!)
My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the curb
if I'm not out of town I'm up in Harlem on the curb
Or handling B. I, in the office with my feet up
Stay running through the city, stay cautious if you see us
Been known for going hard, be flossing off the meter
(balliiiiin!)
We gotta stay fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
Break the speed limit something sporty with a heater
(speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, you'll never be like us (not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know several lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and it's piped up
The wrist forty five, chain heavy and it's iced up
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