1.Welcome To The World
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Scott Mescudi, Kanye West
I would like to welcome you to the world of
Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
Chief chains and the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts
And if you looking for your real love
You won't find it here
Yeah, if you looking for your real love
Well, goodnight, my dear
Ooh, if you looking for real love don't come around here
Ooh, if you looking for real love it ain't here, my dear
Move on
It's my pleasure to welcome you to the world of
Fast money, flashy cars, big guns
Undone, threw away for the love of the game
I don't need a chain or the fame
Still shine, spend time with the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts
Trying hard in the club looking for her real love
You won't find it here
All I got is hard dick and conversation for you
I was just high, even lying when I say I love you
My mind saying it were both, I just wanna fuck you, her too
Blowing loud, smelling like a bubba kush perfume
She coming home with me, she fixin' to meet her doom
She ain't sayin' I'm the greatest？ Fixin' to change her tune
The coldest and the hottest, call me December June
Deliver euphoria straight to your room
I hit that ass and I wait, I zoom
Make it rain non-stop, call me Young Typhoon
Top spot already filled up, no room
Thought I would put some paper in your purse so soon？
Well, wrong she is and mistaken she was
Tip broke？ Never heard no such thing, uh
I'll fuck you up, don't touch me 'cause
Just trust me bruh, it must be
L-l-living my dreams, don't wake me up
Y-y-you fake it 'til you make it, must suck
All t-t-the haters hate us for the flav' of the paper
T-t-that's why I can't love my neighbors
D-d-dangerous, don't kick, cut you
If you ain't welcome in my world, bitch, fuck you
D-d-dangerous, don't kick, cut you
You ain't welcome in my world, bitch, fuck you
I would like to welcome you to the world of
Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
Chief chains and the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts
And if you looking for your real love
You won't find it here
Yeah, if you looking for your real love
Well, goodnight, my dear
Ooh, if you looking for real love don't come around here
Ooh, if you looking for real love it ain't here, my dear
Move on
I would like to welcome you to the world of
Fake bitches, no love
What the fuck you take me for？ Show love
I hate haters in the club
You must not really know where I come from
Exactly where my heart
Or you would never, never, never
Where do I start？
People ask me shit about Illuminati
First off, what the fuck that mean？
He loved Jesus when he, he, he was worse off
Oh, I see
When they think a nigga is stupid rich
People just start coming up with stupid shit
Man, shit, I could never predict
Hold up, let me hit you with this
Rolling in a Bugatti with four chains is some foolishness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that'd be the shit
They'd rather see a nigga locked up, why？ For stupid shit
Look how they did my nigga, Tip
Soon as Wayne get out, Tip go in
Wonder why a nigga wanna make the clip go in
Wonder why it so hard when it get going
Hold ya head my niggas the system is
Made to make niggas fall
Made to make niggas fail
Especially if you ball
They don't take niggas well
Nah, you can't come through flying
In a, in a Bentley shining
I'm in the back, backseat driving
Screaming on a nigga like I'm actually driving
Welcome you to the world of
Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings
Chief chains and the girls of
Fake smiles, broken hearts
And if you looking for your real love
You won't find it here
Yeah, if you looking for your real love
Well, goodnight, my dear
Ooh, if you looking for real love don't come around here
Ooh, if you looking for real love it ain't here, my dear
Move on
2.Kill Em All
Ay say KT＊
I remember bro standing out ten of uh
Flip a bird split it up
Antenna stickin' up
For crooked cop patrollin'
If the rad-doh rollin'
All the dough I'm throwin'
Fuck a jail I ain't going tonight
Quick to pull a 4-4 in the fight
Under the street lights
Rollin' the dice
We was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison end should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way we thought
We'd go to jail for any case we caught
For all the yay we bought
Not a dime did we say we borrowed
Bought damn near every pair of jeans at the mall
Had our way with the broads
Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all
Seem like every other day we brawl
That AK on call
When I think about all we done
It's amazing to see how far we come
Remember
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
Ay say C-Roy
Remember days we was slangin' the hard
In a crib with no lights
We used to stay in the dark
Remember Captain Mac bonin' man
They were retarded
I don't know who kept us laughing the hardest
Since our sacks was the largest
Didn't take us long to corner the market
I remember everyday was a party
15 16 with dreams of being cocaine bosses
In pursuit of that
We made so many terrible choices
Like the time we made away with that Millennium
From the dealership
Before our day won we killin' em
Late nights
Gun fights
High speed chases
So close to the good life we taste it
Damn the consequences pimp
If it's a chance we take it
First case a month in juvenile and get probation
When I think about all we done
It's amazing to see how far we come
Remember
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
We started small time dope game
Hustlin' that cocaine
In the state traffickin'
High feeling no pain
Numb to the fact
That we was poisoning our own kind
I ain't give a fuck
He gettin' his so I want mine
Young and with that attitude
Somebody finally gimme that
I ain't give a fuck how I got it
It was real as that
So if I had to peel a cat
Somebody was dead then
Since I'm a killer
That's the condition my head's in
Can't work too hard to get my money
I refuse to
Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you
These streets are 9 to 5
You want it we can get it for ya
And even though they steady changin'
This is still a hustle
Still got them same rules
Man I be the same game
We'd even found some brand new money
Still we maintain
This ain't integrity
We upheld in the street life
Livin' the mother fuckin' dream
Niggas singin' like...
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
3.Get Back Up
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Pharrell Williams
I'm only, I'm only human dawg
(Hello out there)
I'm only human dawg
(Can you hear me？)
I'm only human dawg
(It's an SOS to let me be me)
I'm only human dawg, ay, ay, ay listen to me
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
Push the dirt off your jersey, then go for the cup
Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what
'Cause when you got the belt and the ring
People with ya poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around
As soon as you fall down all the haters pass a judgment
All eyes on me, I'm here to show that I'ma rise above this
Hey, what a deal world, yeah it's me again
Back before you, at your mercy, on bended knee again
No running from the truth as much as we pretend
That it ain't what it is, then it hits CNN
Apologies to my fans and my closest friends
For letting you down, I won't take you down this road again
Most of you now saying, 'Whatever, here we go again'
Blogs, radio, and television all going in
I laugh to keep from crying through all of the embarrassment
I gotta say you fucking haters is hilarious
How dare you sit right there and act as if you holier than thou
Point your finger now with me looking down
Same clown that was twitpicking at my wedding
On the same Twitter page disrespecting, wait a second
Never mind my imperfections this is fact, remember that
No mistake's too great to recover and bounce back
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
Push the dirt off your jersey, then go for the cup
Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what
'Cause when you got the belt and the ring
People with ya poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around
As soon as you fall down all the haters pass a judgment
All eyes on me, I'm here to show that I'ma rise above this
I admit, yeah, I done some dumb shit, disappointed everybody I
know
Try not to hold that against me though
My road to redemption has no GPS
So guess the time must be invested for this to be manifested
Yes it's hard living life in the spotlight
Trying to dodge the haters same time as the cop light
The Bible say, 'Let he without sin cast the stone first'
The sinner or the one who judged him, who was wrong first？
Yeah he go to work, never done no drugs up until the affair
He just drink his liquor, touch his kids, beat his wife instead
Difference is, my shortcomings hit the media
Thanks to TMZ, the AJC and Wikipedia
See the stairway to heaven while stepping down Jacob's ladder
My good outweigh the bad, God, ain't that what really matter？
A matter of fact I'm wrong but after that
The good I've done in your 'hood, should it overshadow that？
Got the world laughing at me for the moment
But it gonna be your turn 'fore it's over with
Even if you so legit that you get a house with a dog and a
picket fence
The people with you then, but when they turn on you remember
this
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
Push the dirt off your jersey, then go for the cup
Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what
'Cause when you got the belt and the ring
People with ya poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around
As soon as you fall down all the haters pass a judgment
All eyes on me, I'm here to show that I'ma rise above this
Hello, out there, can you hear me？ Can you hear me？
It's an SOS to let me be me
Hello, out there, can you hear me？
You gotta get, you gotta gotta believe in me, hey
Hello, out there, can you hear me？
It's an SOS to let me be me
I accept full responsibility for the all the wrong I've done
If y'all thought I were perfect
I apologize for being human man
But never again partner, You can put my life on that
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
And when they push you down, you got to get back up
Push the dirt off your jersey, then go for the cup
Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what
'Cause when you got the belt and the ring
People with ya poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around
As soon as you fall down all the haters pass a judgment
All eyes on me, I'm here to show that I'ma rise above this
And you can love me, or you can leave me
Before you judge me, just let me be me
And you can love me or either leave me
Before you judge me, see life ain't easy
4.All She Wrote
Lyricist：Lukasz Gottwald, Clifford Harris, Marshall Mathers Iii
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me bro
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm
Sewing up the game, destroying life, they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat then with me they join
Others sworn, under oath or banished, left completely scorned
You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hot
Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off
Better that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone, high stepping, prime time
Thought you niggas been on, ain't no blocking my shine
Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off livin' life, check to check, reciting rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate？ Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in this right mind
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me bro
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late
Your train left, mascara and egg smeared on your face
Night's over, goodbye ho, I thought that I told you
That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over
Never shoulda came within range of my Rover shoulda known I was
trouble
Soon as I rolled up, any chick who's dumb enough that there I
blindfold up
She still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her
mind, hold up
She mistook me for some high-roller when I won't buy a soda
Unless it's rock and rye cola, Satan's cheaper
Buy you a bag of Fritos？ I wouldn't let you eat the fuckin' chip
on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for you
Tryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five
molars
You get your eye swoll' up, I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear, bitch, you're
already bipolar
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These preachers knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
And I don't ever know where I'm gonna go
Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and it's all she wrote
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Yeah, life is sure a bitch but she know I'm rich
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring
in
Peso, euro, yeah, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gonna be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang
It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I'm on another level , but you niggas still can get it
It's over 'fore you finish, sorry bro, this road we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
Yeah, I guess, life is a bitch, ain't it, TIP？
And this one thinks they the shit
Shirt off my back？ I wouldn't give you
The dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these ho's a dose of they own medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
This dick is so fat, gonna stick your nose to forehead and
staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting
it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker that clock I'm racing
it, doubling time it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the
time
It may take you pricks to catch on while you strong arm like
Stretch Armstrong
Man, I still say K-Marts like there's an apostrophe 'S' on the
door
And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm
wrong
But if you're gon' tell me that the A＆W ain't the spot for the
best hot dogs, you can get the 'F' on dawg
And on my throne I remain all alone in my lane
I'm as strong as they came, they were gone fo' they came
I don't wanna hang, I slapped hands with the rap gods
They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
I roll like a desperado
And I don't ever know where I'm gonna go
But still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
5.No Mercy
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Terius Nash, Christopher Stewart
There's no mercy for me, no crying myself to sleep
No mercy for me, nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me, good morning reality
Will I wake？ We'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go, let me go
You've got to let me go
Right or wrong
Let me go
I'm on my path
Let me go
My mama loved me more than I do
She said you pop was just like you
Trapped in a vicious circle
Jesus youngest disciple
Tell the judge if he throw the book at me, make it the Bible
Start calling myself the king for lack of a better title
Loyal beyond belief to my detriment
It's so vital I change or blow opportunities like a choir
recital
Now while I do not care who tell it
Meanwhile selling powder puts food in the bellies
Well it's unfortunate the orphanage
Couldn't keep up the mortgages
Kid go to school stupid, they teachers ignoring it
Sorta just doomed, forced into being a goon
Selling kush in a jar
Mixing up the tar in a balloon
Consumed with the same way of life I left
Everything I know now learned by myself
All you see are the whips, the Maseratis, Ferraris
So they don't sympathize, don't nobody feel sorry
No mercy
There's no mercy for me, no crying myself to sleep
No mercy for me, nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me, good morning reality
Will I wake？ We'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go
Everybody's standing and waiting and they're hating
Gospels say they should forgive me
They'd rather hand me to Satan
Blatant displays the day of hypocrisy
Boy you got to be kidding
Could it be possible the second coming of Pac is me？
Remember that when he was here
And when he died you realized you need him here
God with me partner, ain't no one for me to fear
Hindsight 20／20, future not as clear
But I'm a rider 'til I die, put bullets 'tween my eye
I just ask that I can make my peace with God and say goodbye
Forgot the world like lady Di, hone the day he died
His wife and sons and daughters know that every day he tried
To be a better person, nah they wanted better purses
They could market to the merchants
But when they closed curtains
You could be for certain ain't nobody perfect
But when you're rich nobody gives a shit
No Mercy
There's no mercy for me, no crying myself to sleep
No mercy for me, nightmares have become my dreams
No mercy for me, good morning reality
Will I wake？ We'll never know
I'm late for my date with destiny
Let me go, you've got to let me go
Let me go, let me go, let me go
6.Big Picture
I got a couple blocks I've been charging, nigger!＊
I got a little brother...
That's right!
I got a... and ain't call it, nigger!
Straight gorilla, distorting niggers, hey what's up？
Black... vehicles, nobody knows stuff.
I raised the head in the last day,
The... was... by the last fist.
I was acquitted in the last case,
I got nowhere and I refused to be in the last place.
I got a couple blocks I've been charging!
I got a little brother...
I got a couple blocks I've been charging, nigger!
I got a little brother...
I've got a... filling that row,
Cooking that hard,
Cutting new rocks,
Creating the script to flew the block.
I've got a couple keys in Charlestown, nigger
A bad... in Boston, stocking, nigger,
I got a safe house and a safe city,
Every... and it got way in it
You turn pies; I turn white the eyes,
... and I fight!
I got a couple blocks I've been charging!
I got a little brother...
I got a couple blocks I've been charging, nigger!
I got a little brother...
I got a... call it my Legos!
I met a... boy, I had the games on!
I play with... , play to keep the...
I'm flipping like fables,
What a game, oh me？
What's a... pass？
Now I'm serving of the rock, like Steve Nash.
...
I got a couple blocks I've been charging!
I got a little brother...
I got a couple blocks I've been charging, nigger!
I got a little brother...
7.Amazing
Skateboard P make your face fall off＊
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
Niggas come through and make your face fall off
What the fuck you gon do？ make your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
Niggas come through and make your face fall off
Nigga what you finna do when your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
This automatic got a baller habit
Smoking mase is what you facin' when you hate
No rehabilitation for the monkey on my back
Hundred thousand dollar stack
Year aint heard, used serve five bird like a Pontiac
Rewind me back
And you know where they used to find me at
In the backsacks filling something for insomniacs
Dope boy trap nigga in my (？)
Now I just serve nigga plenty ackrite
You know where we at right here, like here
In the club on the furniture, fuck do I care？
Tell the club owner here, Rose, Remy bottle please
Got a car load of bravado and nobody on than me
I plan on being great, I go in, I don't play
Tell your friend that the game can begin if she stay
I pass out cake like your birthday bitch
If you lick both of those, take that, take this
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
Niggas come through and make your face fall off
What the fuck you gon do？ make your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
Niggas come through and make your face fall off
Nigga what you finna do when your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing, amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
A dope boy with the swag of a pimp nigga
except one thing, I'm paid more than them nigga
you see a bitch can't afford this life
had to fuck a ball player and I'm here every night
maybe twice, late at night we
be in white tee's, me and skateboard P no Nike's
just a pair of Margiella, get a broad tell her rain dance for
this paper
better get an umbrella
yeah, had guns like an arms dealer, dream team lawyers he aint
never been a dumb nigga
nigga, this ya girl, better come get her
turn her to a d-ck monster, nut muncher
sperm cum dumpster, left amongst her
bitches in the past, pretty titties, plenty ass
they just drink up what we give em
take shots without any glass
fuck her in the face till it fall off her till she gas, gas, gas
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
niggas come through and make your face fall off
what the fuck you gon do？ make your face fall off
oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
amazing, so amazing
baby baby
amazing, so amazing
amazing, amazing, so amazing
baby baby
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok)
niggas come through and make your face fall off
nigga what you finna do when your face fall off
oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
amazing, so amazing
baby baby
amazing, so amazing
amazing, amazing, so amazing
baby baby
And it don't stop
A lot of niggas out there think that they can do what we do
be my guest, go front for the people
but just like a store front, they gon see through
that you sweet like bubble gum and they gon eat you
how you blowing up nigga, they chewing you
and when you hit rock bottom, they shoo'ing you
like 'ooh you, ooh, get away'
Not you, yeah right, ok
Don't listen to these guys
these niggas full of lies
cut em open and they cover up the floor, you surprised
everytime they talk about what they gon get
they been looking at my blog, knife and forking my shit
while I'm tryna get the new G-5 with the kit
with the bed in the back cause my son hate to sit
and all that dark blue shit, ya'll niggas been had
my diamonds rainbow like the register for black
every aspect where the plane (？)
(？) brightness like a chain poster have
got it from the ring so they know that its great
plus the Audemar, I guess my wrists couldn't wait to tell ya...
8.Poppin' Bottles
Lyricist：Aubrey Graham, Clifford Harris, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When your maw ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a
bottle
Bring the 1738 Champagne, the boss switch
Gettin' money, make it rain, buy a bottle, pop a cork
Dork, if I may retort
I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
I pop bottles but I don't pour, save the glass for gash
We ballin' on a budget, fuck it, let your glasses rise
I'm straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised？
Ask any ho who know me, all I do is smash and ride
Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in her eyes
Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide, we gettin' money
Bank roll super-sized, whether rain, sleet, sunny
Let the good times roll and the bottle keep coming
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When your maw ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a
bottle
Yeah, okay, bring that shit to papa
I heard you talk 'bout other niggas, them other niggas no matter
The tag team back, bitch, boom shakalaka
Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka
And a Fiji for my nigga 'cause the police probably watching
Man, probation is a bitch, but goin' back is not an option
We be sonnin' all these niggas, put they ass up for adoption
Man, we start with straight shots, then get the bottle poppin'
We be working all night, telethon shit
Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit
Ooh, that's that fire, that's that 'have you calm' shit
You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit
Ahh, to each his own, I like a fruit that's grown
I like a bad bitch from a decent home
Me and Tip, it's that pimpin' that we preachin' on
And everybody tryin' to listen, nigga, speakerphone
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When your maw ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a
bottle
I know the sucker wish the judge woulda threw the book at me
'Cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me
Everything brand new, you get money, like who？
Spent 150 on my car and my Audemar, too
When I walk up in the spot, ain't nobody saw you
They see me like, 'There he go', look at you like, 'Ahh, boo'
Bought every bottle at the bar, shawty, you know how I do
I take 'em all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue
I'm still big shit poppin', nothin' changed but my clothes
Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
Tell a bitch I take you places where your man can't go
Can't be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me
Can't you see the difference 'tween us when I walk into the
door？
Got twenty-thousand worth of ones, start letting that money go
Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low
Fifty stack, I'mma show you how to ball, triple that
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When your maw ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a
bottle
9.Castle Walls
Lyricist：Holly Brook, Alexander Junior Grant, Clifford Harris
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble, if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls？
There's no one here at all
Behind these castle walls
Observing the estate through the gate
From the outside looking in
Bet you would think I got it made
Better look again
I got a butler, got a maid, and a mansion
The belief is that I'm living out a millionaire's fantasy
With Phantoms and Ferraris in the driveway
But you see, it came in exchange of a sane man's sanity
Your vision jaded by the Grammys on the mantelpiece
Just switch your camera lenses
You would see the agony
Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
On the canvas he may seem alright but all the disadvantages
His family encounters overshadows his extravagance
Walk in my nine's a while, I dare you, it'll scare you
While it surely seem like the king life seem glamorous
As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs
Because the camera doesn't see beyond the walls of the smiles
On the castle 'til it falls in a pile.
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble, if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls？
There's no one here at all
Behind these castle walls
Honestly to me, I think I'd lose every benefit
Of all that I've accomplished if my kids never win at shit
Me knowing this, why should the verses I've laid
Be more important to me than the persons I've raised？
I guess I'm saying that to say the opportunity
That they just don't equate to all the time they take away
From the kids all the shit I did right's a mistake
If they should end up a stripper and make jack slanging yay
How could I ever consider myself a great
If Messiah ain't paid and Nique Nique ain't straight
Would your favorite song about the whips, money and shit
Be relevant if you found out the money wasn't rich, nope
So me being the goat shouldn't mean more to me
Than see it to a king though
From a bad ass kid to man with some dough
Otherwise I may well have stayed poor
So while they stay focused on me beefin'
With Flip and Shawty Lo
Gucci or Ludacris, or if I'm fucking with a ho
Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over nonsense？
Internally I'm dealing with this conflict
So excuse me if I don't get the chance to kiss the hand
That slapped me in the face, ay, I'm just a man
If they saying I ain't the best at making hit records
It's 'cause this my life, these ain't just records
Bet you ain't think at all nigga that deep, did ya dawg？
See you can't see the castle for the walls 'til it falls
Bet ain't think it was that deep, did ya dawg？
'Cause see you can't see the castle for the walls 'til it falls
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble, if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls？
There's no one here at all
Behind these castle walls
Nobody knows I'm all alone
Living in this castle made of stone
They say that money is freedom
But I feel trapped inside it all
And while I sit so high up on a throne
I wonder how I can feel this low
On top of the world it's beautiful
But there's no place to fall
For the record ay, I give a damn if I never said shit again
My career was meant for me to come and tell you this
Honest interpretation of how affected when faced with
Matters most rappers choose to keep
Locked away in the basement
Every day that I walk away I ain't sayin' that I'm amazin'
Downplaying the way I kept fellas from catchin' cases
Won't take into consideration how much it mean what I'm saying
If when I say what I mean
Even when I'm surrounded by the fakers
From one of the greatest sinners
Blessed with most of God's graces
Who made his way amongst the greatest
From the grimiest places
So next time you rating royalty
And more is being given to recordings
Than the level of your loyalty
You obviously been ignoring me
Who else ya seen make it through the storm
Unharmed this charmin'
While all the critics was looking for Prince Charmin'
Disregarded the King of the South but raised doubt
Even though he made a castle out what used to be a house
He did shit that all your favorite rappers only rap about
But most of y'all don't see the castle for the walls
And it smiles 'til it falls into piles, so while
Everyone thinks that I have it all
But it's so empty living behind these castle walls
These castle walls
If I should tumble, if I should fall
Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls？
There's no one here at all
Behind these castle walls
10.How Life Changed
Ay say KT
I remember bro standing out ten of uh
Flip a bird split it up
Antenna stickin' up
For crooked cop patrollin'
If the rad-doh rollin
All the dough I'm throwin'
Fuck a jail I ain't going tonight
Quick to pull a 4-4 in the fight
Under the street lights
Rollin' the dice
We was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison end should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way we thought
We'd go to jail for any case we caught
For all the yay we bought
Not a dime did we say we borrowed
Bought damn near every pair of jeans at the mall
Had our way with the broads
Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all
Seem like every other day we brawl
That AK on call
When I think about all we done
It's amazing to see how far we come
Remember
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like what's the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
Ay say C-Roy
Remember days we was slangin' the hard
In a crib with no lights
We used to stay in the dark
Remember Captain Mac bonin' man
They were retarded
I don't know who kept us laughing the hardest
Since our sacks was the largest
Didn't take us long to corner the market
I remember everyday was a party
15 16 with dreams of being cocaine bosses
In pursuit of that
We made so many terrible choices
Like the time we made away with that Millennium
From the dealership
Before our day won we killin' em
Late nights
Gun fights
High speed chases
So close to the good life we taste it
Damn the consequences pimp
If it's a chance we take it
First case a month in juvenile and get probation
When I think about all we done
It's amazing to see how far we come
Remember
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like what's the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
We started small time dope game
Hustlin' that cocaine
In the state traffickin'
High feeling no pain
Numb to the fact
That we was poisoning our own kind
I ain't give a fuck
He gettin' his so I want mine
Young and with that attitude
Somebody finally gimme that
I ain't give a fuck how I got it
It was real as that
So if I had to peel a cat
Somebody was dead then
Since I'm a killer
That's the condition my head's in
Can't work too hard to get my money
I refuse to
Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you
These streets are 9 to 5
You want it we can get it for ya
And even though they steady changin'
This is still a hustle
Still got them same rules
Man I be the same game
We'd even found some brand new money
Still we maintain
This ain't integrity
We upheld in the street life
Livin' the mother fuckin' dream
Niggas singin' like...
I remember walkin'
Didn't have a dollar in my pocket
Now I'm watching stocks like what's the options
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
I remember hustlin'
Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us
Now I read about it in my office
Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
How life's changed
11.I Can't Help It
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Tyree Simmons
Hey you know me bitch nigga, I'm all of that
Hit your broad with a big dick, didn't call her back
Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack
Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that？
You turn rigor red, no cardiac
Get your hand out of my pocket, what with all of that？
Tell the sheriff if he can get these fuckin' charges back
Eleven months, still gotta thank God for that
Regardless, Big Bang can't fold it up
Ain't another nigga flowin' who as cold as bruh
Quarter mill for the show, really though, wassup？
Louis duffel bag stay loaded up
Get her to the hotel, betta know what's up
With the niggas out there get the holdin' up
We ain't never had a problem getting ho's to fuck
Suck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up
I let this nut get all over her
Another thick bitch kissing all over her
Bust the pussy wide open, can't close it up
Make her bounce that shit, when you found that bitch
She was layin' on the ground, panties down
Six chicks with a trash bag of money, tryna count that shit
Never will find me around that bitch
Unless she got them lips wrapped around that dick
Other niggas wanna make love, fuck that
I bing, bang, pound, beat down that clit
Sit with it like E-40 then
Fill up every ho in Georgia, show with 'em
This K.I.N.G. a.k.a. Big Bang a.k.a. Shawty Pimp
A.k.a. Shawty Pimp
Big Bank, a.k.a. Shawty Pimp
I get money, I can't help it
You can't stop it, you gotta accept it
You can't knock it, you gotta respect it
This is who I am nigga, I can't help it, I can't help it
In the ghetto with a drop Rolls Royce
They say keep at one hundred, I ain't got no choice
(I can't help it)
Always Big Bang, I'm so trill and you ain't
Cut it down, bitch I can't
(I can't help it)
See how I do it, I'm so hood
Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch I would if I could
(I can't help it)
The city wouldn't be shit without me
15 million dollar houses, still can't get this trap up out me
(I can't help it)
I'm a hustla all the way down to the bone
Terrorist everyday, out with that bomb
Stay on a date from the night to the morn'
Ain't gon' serve you nothin' under a zone
No fuckin' favors, don't ask for no loan
Shop with ya dog if ya tryna get on
Come on my spot, lemme call on my phone
You ain't tryna suck, leave me alone
Grindin' for days, I haven't been home
Don't plan on goin' until it's all gone
Playin' it strong on whatever you want
Gotta get right, give a fuck if it's wrong
Shots of Patron, whole lotta strong
800's on, boy ya know what I'm on
Yo bitch wanna fuck, let she know that I'm on
I don't wanna fuck her, I just want some dome
Kill me nigga, I got that tone
Need no help, I can handle my own
I terror yo squad, but I ain't from the Bronx
One in the bag, still play with that horn
Just know I don't play no radio homes
No radio play every song that I'm on
Case ya ain't know, I'm Rocko the Don
Zone 4 Camp'll tell you where I'm from
Gucci my hat, Gucci my drawers
Gucci my ass cheeks, Gs cover my balls
Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt
Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk
Gucci bandanna on top my shirt
Gucci boots on, I trap in the dirt
Get money everywhere I go
G code, G code, that's all I know
I get money, I can't help it
You can't stop it, you gotta accept it
You can't knock it, you gotta respect it
This is who I am nigga, I can't help it, I can't help it
In the ghetto with a drop Rolls Royce
They say keep at one hundred, I ain't got no choice
(I can't help it)
Always Big Bang, I'm so trill and you ain't
Cut it down, bitch I can't
(I can't help it)
See how I do it, I'm so hood
Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch I would if I could
(I can't help it)
The city wouldn't be shit without me
15 million dollar houses, still can't get this trap up out me
(I can't help it)
12.Strip
Unnn hunnn＊
Come hereeee
After the club... strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me...
And I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes
all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off
(strip) I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your
clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes
all off
Ayee we can buy the whole bar but when the club close off we
Immediately rode off... to the old loft
You know what I told ya'll we pull up your clothes off pussy
fill the whole house they trippin drop them hoes off... and no
panty no bra no shoes no socks see how good your toes are the
going good so far... they driping striping going in drinking
striping rolling pussy with it old shit spray trey say put your
nose in... first round going down pop another go again panty to
the floor again fuck her till she soar again pimpin in motion
I'm sexing no emotion I don't love err one of you I fuck who's
ever closest... we be on the grown shit that ganster alcopone
shit you know what you gonna get... strong back long dick you
say no that's the wrong shit that won't get you home with us you
hear this song bit know if it's us you going home with
After the club... strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me...
And I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes
all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off
(strip) I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your
clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes
all off
Aaayye look aye check this
Ayee shortys pocket fat rodger that beside your coat beside your
hat parda bag shorty bad ATL model ass Dro soon as she proceed
to strip I'm on top of that doogy style splash arch your bac oo
girl holla bac we up (up) in the club ain't to much that we can
do in here but pop a couple bottles and see who I wanna screw in
here I'm ryan bently cope tonight I can't be number 2 in here...
your girl was on that red bull I think that boy a fool in
here... bubble gum game tell that chick I want some tru in here
if all these brods strip in here I might just find my boo in
here... I'm a leave from the club show up at the house pig gonna
say shorty realier than a mouth I'm a show her what I'm about
when I push her head south tell ha go head blow a nigga out...
I'm showing out watching my behavior I got flavor... these
skills I have I'm always waiting on my neighbor and every time I
see them hoes I shock them like a taser and when I leave this
club only dick is what I gave her
After the club... strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me...
And I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes
all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off
(strip) I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your
clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes
all off
Unn hunn... come hereee
Unn hunn... come hereee
After the club... strip
When I get you home... strip
We on that grown shit baby hop up on this
You ain't neva meet guy like me
And when the valet pull up shorty ride with me...
And I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your clothes
all off (strip) clothes off (strip) clothes off clothes all off
(strip) I'm a take your clothes all off (strip) take your
clothes all off take your clothes (strip) your clothes clothes
all off
13.Salute
Lyricist：Jacob Dutton, Clifford Harris, Amos Henry Miller
Yeah, and when you see me
Salute me like a general
I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do
And when you see me salute
Commander-in-chief, conceal the truth
It don't matter whether the streets or the booth
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute, yeah
You ain't gotta speak
Homie, when you see me salute
Raise your right hand to your hairline
Stand that attention, hold it there until you're recognized
Once I return the salutation
Then is at ease as if you heard no conversation
Well, and let's just saying what it do G？
Decorated 5 star, general a true G
I made it fresher off the battlefield
Rip it for my niggas in the battle steal
Yeah, with more stripes then a jail suit
Been in the need, trail hoop
When I fail, two bitches standing their jails
Taking pictures with their cells
And let me tell you something 'bout a playa
Put me anywhere, in any jail and I shall prevail
If another man survived I shall as well
Now fuck rap, got swag for sale, you crop my path in Air Brazil
And when you see me
Salute me like a general
I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do
And when you see me salute
Commander-in-chief, conceal the truth
It don't matter whether the streets or the booth
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute, yeah
You ain't gotta speak
Homie, when you see me salute
Hot stain from the nonsense, remain conscious
The idiots make idiotic comments, a convict with a conscious
You lack mores, I can see your principles and not my mines is
So I guess what makes me special just to get from the curse
Like shit to get you rich at first so put your dick in the dirt
That's why I ain't gotta be the greatest of all time
Long as I keep it real in all my rhymes I'm fine
I ain't lying
Give me mine and I'm satisfied
I'm just happy, I got to make it before my daddy died
And all things considered
Every time destiny calls, I can't deliver
Not illa, a young heart with a old soul
Some hot holes and a cold flow
And as far as keeping it real go
Homie, when you need me don't forget the proper way to greet me
And when you see me
Salute me like a general
I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do
And when you see me salute
Commander-in-chief, conceal the truth
It don't matter whether the streets or the booth
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute, yeah
You ain't gotta speak
Homie, when you see me salute
14.Everything On Me
That's right
You see the .. got it in the ..
Chorus：
The turbo super fast so that the plan is ..
... burn it up in the area
I'm .. hit the ...
Count money, money, money, run to me
This is kind of ... facility...
I don't wanna lose the battle, is a blessing
Put down the hands of a better man
Be my future ...
Turn pain to progression and never studio session
.. profession ...ya, I'm an exception
Chorus：
Turbo super fast so that the plan is ..
... burn it up in the area
I'm gonna lose, the battle me, is a blessing
Put down the hands of a better man
I ran for the bottom to the ...
Be in the ..say you say, can't follow whom
Never to ask ...
15.Lay Me Down
Lay Me Down by T.I. Lyrics
Lay Me Down
Lay Me Down
Lay Me Down
Lay Me Down
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