1.Intro (The M)
2.Yeah (feat. Lil Wayne)
(feat. Lil Wayne)
All the whips on 4's
And my wrist so froze
Ain't no problem with these hoes
They don't never say no
All they sayin'
YEAH
I keep 'em sayin'
YEAH
Hey they be sayin'
YEAH
We got 'em sayin'
YEAH
And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don't never say no
All I say is
YEAH
Say bet I'm sayin'
YEAH
Say what I'm sayin'
YEAH
You know I'm sayin'
YEAH
I'm ridin' through the city blowin' purple on a saturday
See the APTP when you got to put the gat away
See them nigga comin' let it blow like Donald Hathaway
In the SLR's all the doors open that way
Supermodel, movie star, the stripper, brawds after me
Nigga try to battle me but all they do is rattle me
I ask them man what happenin' I'm laughin while they chattering
I'm bustin' they be scattering you know you lookin' at a king
Super clean in a new drop stuntin'
Nigga talk shit but it ain't bout nothin'
You'll get your ass kicked if your mouth keep runnin'
Keep talk slick bout the sound we comin'
Say what u want but this is how we run it
Niggas still tryna ball out we done it
My wrist so bright and my neck so shiny
When I tell her lets go she don't back up from me
Yeah, I'm me like a motherfucker
Flyer than a vampire lookin' for a blood sucker
I keep these hoes on E like a four runner
Man I could throw a 100 g's till my stone runner
Get a couple of philly's and some waters for these hoes stomach
I keep 'em rollin like no brakes up in that four runner
I don't stop I'm on the clock like the smallest hands
They look for me I move the bass up out that marching band
That ain't a coffee can, nigga that 400 grands
I keep the block jumpin', just call me bunny man
T make a blunt look like a arm without a fuckin' hand
T break a pound straight down like a bucket man
You could get it harder or get it lighter than a summer tan
The section leader over the stove like a drummer man
B-R-R-At-At-Tat, whip it up just like that
But if a nigga fuck with me wrong then its B-R-R-At-At-At-Tat
I like my whip so old
And my top better fold
And I party with these hoes
They don't never say no
All I say is
YEAH
I keep 'em sayin'
YEAH
You know they sayin'
YEAH
Ya dig
You know my click so bold
All of 'em don't slow
Niggas shot never broke
They don't never say no
You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
YEAH
You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
Ya dig
I'm in a drop 6,4 low low
When a hoe get hit no slow mo
5 mil on the tour no promo
I'm at the pussy niggas house no homo
(No homo, they slut like Tony Romo
So fuck them and fuck you too now go tell that to bono)
They hoes know she loves when I shoot my two
22's on the coupe I cruise
Sucka niggas tryna my mood
They do what they can I do what I choose
(I get these hoes the blues
Just call me BB King
If they can't feel the monster
How can they see the King)
3.Plain Jane (feat. Gucci Mane, Rocko)
Holiday season
Holiday season
Plain jane plain jane
Plain jane plain jane
Long smoke a lot of stink
A lot of pistol a lot of pink
Cause they lean I like the drink
My face got a lot f texts
My girl got a lot of gold
My mouth talk a lot of shit
My dick fuck a lot of hoes
Watch that nig be filled with shrimp
Ladies limping like it's close
Cause they's on my fucking plane
Ways all in my temp
My mind it be on the prize
Hands on with the 9
Might drop house they keep a line
Gucci mane a millionaire
My house I'll be seldom there
Ah I was beyond the road
Bank account got several o's
My britches be true religion
In my kitchen cooking chicken
Bought two 'raris spent the million
This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane
But I am gonna put some watch off in it anyway
You haters gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It's not that hot outside but I am gonna drop it anyway
Maybach's in way back
Said way back yes it's out back
She's got a fat ass and some big tits
With hew blow cause her ass in my louis v shades
Plus it match the eight of spades
Oh newborns talking automats
Nigga try it meat knock some lights out
That is a1 lbg free bossy free pinchy
Your house the size of my condo I just ra
Young dimes is ld school to where street songs
Where the money at I want some songs
You main bitch and your little sis
You know what time it is nigga it's three some
This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane
But I am gonna put some watch off in it anyway
You haters gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It's not that hot outside but I am gonna drop it anyway
This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane
But I am gonna put some watch off in it anyway
You haters gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It's not that hot outside but I am gonna drop it anyway
4.Leaving With Me (feat. Chris Brown)
You leavin with me
But I know u got a man though
And u know I got a girl so
Let's get out of the club
Don't none of that matter tonight
You leavin with me
Valet grab the benz so
Girl pls let your friends know
But don't none of that matter tonight.
I Know what the girls like
？ and big bank will change your life
That's
Got a man well he ain't tonite ＆ something tells me your man
ain't laying it right.
So here we go, take a shot of this to make sure your mind open.
Smoke this it's hard to focus and keep your eyes open
Inflatuation a waste of my time and your emotion ya been with
these suckers to long, time for a promotion
Witness strong attraction, my huge advantages
What she don't do in the van she'll do in the mansion
Just imagine me and you and a moment of passion
Overlooking the city on a circular mattress
Know that ass to nice just to be used for dancing
Tell me how could something so sweet be so nasty
And baby I don't mean no harm I'm just asking
Got ya hands in my pants with my belt unfastened so I guess that
means...
You leaving with me
But I know you got a man though
And you know I got a girl so
Let's get out of the club
Don't none of that matter tonight
You leaving with me
Valet grab the benz so
Girl pls let your friends know
I know it's only me and you
But don't none of that matter tonight.
5.Fighting Words (feat. Trae Tha Truth, Juicy J)
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You're an old nigga in a old school
I got new money and an old tube
Og's look when I roll through
Fuck niggas ain't beef, they toll food
I'm so cool, got a crew of hoes
And nosushi roll,
Right after that, we hit it back
To the condo where, eat Gucci hoe
I'm stupid hoe, run through the hoe
You dream about it, I do it hoe
Ass fat, they beautiful
Throwing my stack 20's they good to go
Niggas don't fear me, they should though
And they can't hear me, they would though
If they was up on my plateau
But I'm whacko, beat that hoe
All they claiming my set
I ain't claiming no seat
All I be needing my rep
Hoe what you know about that
These niggas steady be capping
Meanwhile I flips
Chasing after they checks
What you talking bout that, bitch
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Got a rocket in the club and ain't afraid to pop it
Nigga run your lips I put that barrel to your sockets
Haters out here hating cause that flexing never stopping
Keep that blue dream in my bomb and the hash for the toppings
That niggas all stay on me, so homie don't play with me
I keep them bills, I keep that lean, I keep a ak with me
A real street nigga, catch me in the streets nigga
Got something to hit your chest hard
And I ain't talking liquor
Don't need no nigga fuck rapping
Nigga talk that shit I'm blasting
That .44 to your face bitch, it's gonna be a closed casket
Your whole life is a storyline
You ain't gangsters, you niggas lie
Make cause like the
Turn this club into the
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Get the fuck out in this building
Ass hole, fuck what you feeling
Feel the 48 my wrist cause I'm killing
Pety nigga run they mouth and I'm stealing
Then I hurry a couple of niggas feel it
When I jump out the but no ceiling
With a bitch in the back on that fuck shit
I beat it up you can tell it wouldn't heal it
You don't like me, what the fuck is you talking
You can bitch it's whatever
I don't give a fuck you won't get it together
motherfucker like I was sipping
All on a nigga ass like a nigga who tripping
get this cake
Get the whole pot and get out the fuck my way
got a couple niggas that willbitch I got you
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe.
6.Oh Yeah (feat. Trey Songz)
(feat. Trey Songz)
Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I'm so turned up and I'm burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It's a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me
Hey you can catch me in Atlanta with my pedal to the floor
On that 5, 99 guts like a bloody nose
Ain't no secret how I kick it nigga everybody know
Bout my paper sorry no time for you haters gotta go
When I'm on the westcoat in that ghost on that low
One 5 for a movie, quarter mil for a show
Gotta pill in a bottle for the rod for a ho
Sweet heart to a lady, still hard on a ho
Thank God for my lady I know they be on that radio wiling
While we chilling somewhere on an island, smiling
On a big dot is he really that hot
Ain't you too niggga guess not
Bitches hoppin on my dick, 'fore I hop up out the car
Walk away with 5 or 6 as I'm passing by the bars
See I'm tuggin on my zipper as I fire up my cigar
Let's get this straight, you go get naked get it crackin till
tomorrow
Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I'm so turned up and I'm burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It's a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me
Yeah we in the same book, but I'm on another page
Peach king off the leash out the cage on the streets
Kill nigga like A's cut bitches like blades
Shine always, fuck you when whatever y'all say
Bitch nigga I'm paid even when I'm locked up
Heard nigga went broke, well shawty not us
Quarter K in the benz they say shawty washed up
To a bitch, bullshit then shawty popped off in yo motherfucking
town
Just to show it's going down, my brother and my lil cousin got
you lady goin round
Nigga I don't want her, I'm so superior by far
She'll never see the inside of my car
Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I'm so turned up and I'm burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It's a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me
7.Spend It (feat. 2 Chainz)
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it,
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it.
I'm smoking on exotic my girl ain't got no stomach
every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
I asked her if she worked it, she asked me do I want it
I said when I went to school b＊tch money wasn't a subject
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it,
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it.
I'm riding round my side of town
Boxer gloves, I beat the trap,
I had a coke, I had a smile
I had a code for every style, crocodile to gator type
I'm allergic to the hater type, i'll take your wife, give her
back
nine months after that, similac
Similar to sam's mama's baby's daddy maybe
when we had sex I was in the Mercedes
and I ain't crazy but if that's my baby
then we gonna have to name the lil' baby Mercedes
the money that I'm makin I don't see it like I'm blind
I rather spend money baby I don't spend time
My pocket's on full and so is my gas tank
And all my cars got gas in the ash tray
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it,
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it.
Photo-ready, my polo out the cleaners,
I'm the perfect definition of something you've never seen,
Maserati, Kawasaki, bought my girl a Beemer
The jewelry I got on is matching with the tequila,
Patron margaritas, double for my diva's
I bring all my guns to work deal for arenas,
Plus I'm killin' features and I'm killin shows,
I should have sex in a coffin 'cause I'm killin these hoes,
Filling these goals, climbing up the ladder,
Shoot your ass down you know I rep Atlanta, southside
I'm ridin around stuntin, smoking loud in public,
talking loud in public yeah my entourage is bucking.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it,
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it.
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it.
I'm riding round I'm gettin it.
8.I Do (feat. Young Dro, Big Kuntry King)
Giovanni rims, chrome on chrome hot!
Running water paint, slow it, slow it down.
Yeah I got the pat, smoking on that loud.
Hundred bags shorty, spending til Im out.
I do, I do, I do 3x
Im ballin like right now.
I do, I do, I do 3x
Im ballin like right now
Big Kuntry King：
Im falling out the sky, I dont even need a parachute. If it aint
God, who you suckas gon' compare me to. Hoppin in the cherry
coupe sittin on some berry boots, digital dash and the seats
look like leather suits. Even if you rich nigga I will embarrass
you. Nah, I dont stunt, just let my potna's punish you. Find me
in the pussy clubs, stripper, Im your sponsor. Paper takin off
yeah Im floating like a saucer. Bossed up pimp, dont you hear
them playin the opera. ？？？？？ Looking very awesome. Lookin for
your girls, homeboy you just lost'em. Im fresh to death like Im
laying in a coffin.
Chorus
Dro：
Spend a hundred bags (I do, I do , I do)
My president is black (my rolls royce is blue)
Polo to the floor (or catch in Akoo)Dirty rose gold ( I do, I
do, I do)G5 to china, I flew, I flew, I flew. Tokyo diamonds,
blue and blue and blue. Dro and Kuntry gucci gucci, louie louie
too. Smoking fruity, super cool and you know what it do. Black
boy white boy swag ho. PSC exact ho, Futuristic Leland if you
dont like it you's an asshole. Purp through my body, you know
that Im a fool, Spend a hundred thousand... man I do, I do.
Chorus
T.I.：
From Monday to the weekend, whatever city we in, we party,
smoking, drinking, keep them pretty bitches freaking. Half was
dominican the others puerto rican, Im married to the game,
wedding ring on my pinkie! Now playa put ya right hand high, do
you swear to take the game, for better or for worse, never go
out like a lame. From the cradle to the hearse keep a pocket
full of change..never change for the fame....huh？ Huh？ Huh？
9.Cream (feat. Maino, Meek Mill)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream (about that)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream
About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream (about that)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream
About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream
10.Topless (feat. Dr. Dre, Nas)
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R. Bring em back
to life beats like CPR. Made the west side world wide. No PR.
Gangsta rap god. Imma end all be all. California love from the
Bloods to the C-Dogs. The Compton monsters make ya wanna cut ya
M P off. The greatest in the game. Haters should be ashamed to
not acknowledge in the brain of the west coast kings. Brought
Kronic to the scene folded pills in the lean. Now the game full
of puppies look at me no strings. Again and again I've shown
you've seen me piss on niggas egos. Ruin they self-esteem. Sky
the limit no roof I can do what you dream. Done it all foe you
eva did a thing NA MEEN. Tees and black jeans no bling just
bang. Officially deranged. Clinically insane. Look Eazy aint a
damn thang changed. I promise still live like we did back when
Straight Out Of Compton. Taught niggas how to have attitudes on
some hood shit. Showed em what to smoke when dey was blazing
that bull shit. That's why you smell the drug aroma when my
record play. Not a blemish on my image decorated resume. A
legendary legacy. All that I was you'll neva be. Fuck is yall
tellin me？ Forever on top. Face it you'll neva be better than
the Doc. Ask Pac. Again I say it's neva gone stop. Face it
you'll neva be greater than the Doc. Ask Pac.
Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No startin I'm the
shootin kind. Front page all the time. You boys think sick but I
aint got no roof on mine. I drink Topless, I live Topless. Like
my girl is the game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I
live Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city now.
Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence. Yours is shabby and
scab while mines glistenin. Vivid on my skin how many continents
I've visit then you could journey with me to different places by
listenin. Shittin on em. Ya brutha got it covered we can slug
it, knuckle it however you want I love it. A hustler's wit. The
grit the grind. My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design. On
my calendar time when night meets day. I'm in a light grey
bugatti like a high-speed chase. Adrenaline like jogger the jump
in rope in place. The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates trying to
keep the ocean by me. Hit a rich man's wife see what these hoes
can buy me. Lookin forward but it's nice to see the rode behind
me. Hotel's a 7 star. Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the
private jet bowin topless.
Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No startin I'm the
shootin kind. Front page all the time. You boys think sick but I
aint got no roof on mine. I drink Topless, I live Topless. Like
my girl is the game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I
live Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city now.
11.No Competition (feat. Young Jeezy)
12.Grand Finale (feat. Lil Jon, Bun B, Jadakiss, Nas, Ice Cube)
'Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to
this motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What？!)
But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz
(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!'
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get
jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas
decided to
take the coke from Coca-Cola
Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill
The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel
Nigga just sound the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'
Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9／11
I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get buried
My niggaz'll send you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy
Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)
FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get higher than New York insurance
Try to keep shit clean like Florence
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance
And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry
Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, 'This lil' nigga's a fool'
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ？, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came
That's the way I remain
Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus
the perm
From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can
muster
Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to
youngsters
Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who？ For what？ They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in
pimp mode
The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna
chew ya
Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya
Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba
To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill
'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don
You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, please break me off
But never make Nas mad just in case cross
'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don't carry
Who the fuck is that？ It's Ice Cube motherfucka
He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka
Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka
What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay
Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50
See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay
When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an Eagle
Bitch, I roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie
I told you motherfuckas Kobe didn't take that pussy
Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit
Even if the DA is a piece'a shit
Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit
Another White bitch lyin' on thee Black dick
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs
Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks
So fuckin incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible
No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal
And that's my report comin' straight from Cali
Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' Grand Finale
13.I Do This (feat. Rico Love, DJ Khaled, Trae Tha Truth)
Let's give 'em something to talk about
This the streets
I do this
This Trae Tha Truth
I do this
Houston, where'd they go？
DJ Khaled
They countin' 3-0-5
We the best music up in here
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
Asshole by nature til them bitches remember
I'm a hundred a biller, chain cold as December
Bitch I'm packaging weather, talk and smoke like the winter
If I don't meet that same gorillas uninvited for dinner
Man the jury say fuck 'em, whoever these niggas who with me
Haters get VIP, send a whole clique, bet your section
Set me up for the automatic, that's at your discretion
Police need guns, them bitches flying with no direction
Realest nigga in it, won't that title nigga take your place？
Yea I'm on that shit that had these niggas tryna break your face
They know I'm a problem in the streets, I never believe in fate
Chopper in this 9 to lift
Have a T, get off the safe
Bid it ain't nothing greater
Ball first, never later
Give 'em half the clique, gilder not AB and relegator
They do what I tell them, I tell them run up inside her
Hater in the hood like a mechanic, flush 'em like a radiator
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
I do this (come on)
I do this for real, I do this for real
I do this for real, I do this for real
I do this for real, I do this for real
I do this for real...
They walk in here hundred, by the ball hunter play
Nigga don't want nothing with me, trying to say none of that
Got a problem with me, we you see me we can hammer that
Find out where the cameras at, then we let the hammer splat
Crack dealer, certified track nigga
Rap niggas reg it now where you at nigga？
It's hustle gang, known to let them muzzle thing
Making change on music, movies, cocaine and other things
I don't play with nothing but a long cane
Run up at a big nigga, lay him out the wrong way
Don't play with cyber thug, no matter what my balls say
Well, unless you catch a nigga on a wrong day
Call a bitch, you called a bitch, she with you while you talkin'
shit
Run up on you with that 8'er, all you say is oh shit
All of you they keep to deckin' while bustin' that
Fully automati-ti-ti-ti-c, what you lookin' at？
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
I do this (come on)
I do this for real, I do this for real
I do this for real, I do this for real
I do this for real, I do this for real
I do this for real...
Turn the lights on
14.Harry Potter (feat. D.O.P.E.)
(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile
G-4 flying, No Sky-miles
Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city
Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions
All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin'
And just a day back a quarter key was the mission
And now I'm weighing fish scale on a big scale
Hopin' I can envade the law and stay outta jail
My relative gave me work, I made it disappear
Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window seal
My cousin wanna a brick
Listen here you better bring my money back quick
And he replied like this
Man, I can't even fit this money in a rubberband
Right hand get tied I just whip it with my other hand
If I can't make that brick of bank I bet my brother can
Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man
And if they ask we got the whip game proper
If the brick game droppa
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter
Got the whip game proper
My clique aim choppers
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man
(Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Tuckin
Young boys got them racks in the sideline cluckin'
G's on ya head now you a fan of the packers
Phone ringing, It's about to have a ticket calling
Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin'
Yeah, cause I'm a whip it til it lock
Set it out till it dry and distribute it to the block
I'm motivated by big faces, I need guack
My only fear is God Almighty and snake cock
Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got knocked
Many quit the game and the other was in the box FLYA
UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter
Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry Carter
I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the swan though
And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm non-spoke
I mix the coke with the water like I'm chemist
I'm smoking until I'm finished
I'm focused and independent
You locals is my apprentice
Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her friend
And I just acquired another a fan, I'm truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'm a shoot his ass
I'm a young boss playa, make a thick game holla
If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee
(Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots
Y'all niggas trash and it's tragic
Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood attacking
With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another track and
If you ready for me, I'm a get it cracking
I'm a send ya ass packing
Jamaican Magician
I got the power! Y'all keep wishing
Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing
Forgive me Jah for I am sinning
Undefeated and I'm a keep winning
Some much money like I won the lotto
Keep it just in case like rocko
The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso
Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto
My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead
No choice but to follow
I'm all about my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said
No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I don't care who I'm
slaying
You can keep hatin' while I'm Bill Gatin'
Hope you understand what I'm saying
You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover
But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah
The trap hop, skip, jumpin'
Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin'
Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking fuck shit
Finger licking delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes
I rock the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian
Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion
Bird flappin' It's the home of the falcons
They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm
Whip transforming like the yellow camaro
Blockin' the skellos smokin the rellos
15.End of The Road (feat. Jim Jones, Bun B)
Jim Jones what it is homie
Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin
Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye
T.I.P. nigga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a aye
I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin folks
Dipset bitch. A town to muthafuckin NY
nigga you already know what it is. Bankhead
C-rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats
you dont like it kill yaself nigga. Lets go
Late night straight white fa ya base pipe
No mo quarter O's get ya weight right
Crack rock black glock kept it waist height (hey)
It hit ya mug you dont imagine what ya face like
American pie I'm tellin you guys
you want beef wit us well who the fucks preparin you guys
We sparin you guys get buried alive
What you rushin fa, act like you in a hurry to die
Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride
I paralize ya like Supermans horseback ride nigga
Walk up on ya car and scorch dat ride
Flat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse inside
A town break down straight pounds of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo
Pimp Squad, Dipset I know ya heard before
If we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe. Aye
I cop bricks of the crack (dat yayo)
And take it to my block, strip or my trap, my block strip is so
trapped
Cops quick wit a strap, and you'll be scared shitless
How they where the big fifth and load up flares and biscuits
I'll take ya bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick
(She Mine)
You can compare ballistics, but it's mere physics (Pimpin)
I'm 2-3's on drops, I used to play hoopties on blocks
plottin man like who he gon pop
In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin
4 tens headin down in ATL's Magic City
Yes the stash is pretty, and the mag hold 50
We take ova towns, then send the Rovers 'round
Lookin fa hoes to pound, ya local hoochie spot
Lookin fa hoochies hot, to get they coochie popped
I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz pa
Dipset, Pimp Squad yo lets get it pa
Yeah already trill niggaz in this bitch
UGK know what I'm sayin. Thats off top fool
You already know. Wreck it boyz. Go down like that
What up Jones. Dipset nigga
Bitch my Cadillac is candy and my pistol is pearl
My best friend is a pimp and his bottom bitch is ya girl
I got them 84's that clank, the big diamonds that blank
Plus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill, and sip drank
Fuck what ya think I'm tryin to tell you how life is give it and
take it
My lil brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin and shakin
We got a million dollar team, wit one gone
So I'm takin my 500 to flip in the game
to have somethin for 'em when he come home
My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em smokin
Principals gon be fucked up my lil neices and nephew heartbroken
Seein Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya mind up
So at this stage in the game I gots to really get my grind up
So you gon see me in yo city doin a verse or a show
Or maybe even servin these niggaz a couple of dem thangs on the
low
Dipset affiliated so you can hate it or love it
But it you keep pushin ya luck bitch my middle fingers gon shove
it
Know what I'm sayin
Somebody call the doctor man... RE-MIX!
It's like them haters out there got a sickness man that need to
be cured
Hey hey hater! Hey hey hey hater!
Hey hey hey hey hey hi hi hi hater!
Hey hey hey hater! Hey hey hey hater!
Hey hey hey hey hey hi hi hi hater!
Hi hi hi hi hi hello hello hater! (Remix come on man
yeahhhhhhhh!)
Look! Don't hide I see you hater
I'm a wave hi when I greet you hater
I've been dyin to meet you hater
Please don't leave me I need you hater
This is for the ones that's been prayin I'm 'gon fail
They hatin, rahter see me back in the cell
But I ain't in the jail my nigga I'm doin good
Brooklyn we did it I'm keepin it all hood
Keep hatin I'm rollin I'm goin past you
Chicks like oooh I like him you see his tattoos
{Go Maino! } Look at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV
Pants hangin down on BET
Still in the streets nigga you see me!
Hustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us
It's nothin, we major, you see me, hi hater!
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready!
Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready!
I ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin
Over the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics
Strip dancin, no panties, askin me to take advantage
Just imagine all the fun that I'm havin (It's scary)
On average, I'm travelin, gettin that cabbage
Performin in London, then I'm landin in Paris (Hahaha!)
If I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed
You carry no weight, words hold no merit
I talk big money, you cain't understand it
My picture won't fit on yo' cameras
Go win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families
THEN you can come back and holla at me
God dammit, it's SAD - but I could give a damn what a sucka
thank
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC.
Me and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think
It's all about the music 'til it escalade to other things
Sucka seen the Bankhead-BK connection
You can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch!
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
OK! OK1 Hi! my name is Swizz, your name is, hater
So you see 'em, hi hater!
On my watch, the padded Felipe
I don't lose no sleep, cause I don't fuck with y'all haters
My car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar
I'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far
I'm designin planes y'all lookin at cars (LAMES!)
Yeah! I try to keep the peace
If you keep talkin the hawk 'gon slide in 'em
What's up？ ! They all want the cake
But I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake (GET 'EM!)
Nine outta ten rappers - HATERS
They get emotional when they ain't got paper
When you get bigger than them then they hate ya
Fuck 'EM! 'Cause I don't owe 'em no favors
When rappers hot - THEY PRAISE YA!
When rappers get cold, they spray ya
We smarter than most, ask my lab-el
My first-week numbers, real major! (Dayum!)
Two hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa
Take by the minute now, half be my neighbor
I got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later
Forty thousand a show - now hater!
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
(Hello! How y'all doin？)
Yo! A million dollars worth the ice on
My wife beater show the pythons
Drug money kept the lights on, and besides the gunsmoke
The hate in the air is what kept the nights on
They 'gon hate anyway screw bein nice to 'em
Till you send 'em some hot ones or you put the knife on 'em
Hi haters! It's me Jada
Might see me in the D with pink gators
Or I might be in the streets with three shakers
Ten head cracks in a row with sweet paper
Yeah I'm just tryin to get my cash
The LP is on the way though, Kiss My Ass!
Let 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation
Yeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation
I let the haters take a break
Now I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake
If it's one thing for sho', two things for certain
I'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin
Naw - I ain't had a brush with beef yet
Some of y'all wake up hatin and ain't brushed your teeth yet
I come through, haters gotta know that I am paid
I be wavin like I'm on the float of the parade
Hola, bonjour - hi hater!
I keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator
Los'
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
Hi hater! Hi hater! You see me, hi hater!
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