1.Recognize A Boss
(feat. Ms. Kane)
Sup pimps？ Pimps aint pimpin now that's why they got to get out
the game Women have mo' money than the pimp, aint that cold？
Hoe have mo' money than the pimp
Hoe have mo' money than the pimp
Amen, Amen
Hoe got mo' money than the pimp
Do a playa like Twista got game I do declare
All these niggas out here claimin they pimpin truly there
Like new rhymes I got to feel these hoes I'm in there like booty
hair
That's my duty there
And I got a public announcement for all you mufuckas worldwide
Word to me xxxx for Keenbean all let her pimp a dream team
If you aint got paper your girl tight
You let that girl slide
If it was me she would have to be out straight humpin
Shit she would have to do something
I was pumpin big back in 96' I need a new lick
But I got on a handle that function Legit Ballin or nuthin
I got it down kinda like dreadlocks
Smackin like Red Fox
Strollin slow
Smokin dro
Could you ever tell me how these ladies out here coulda flow
Paper than a pimp that's the way the game go
That's the way the game go
This xxxx done changed
Niggas done switched roles
Pimps aint got more money than the old hoes
Hmm, hmm, hmm ,hmm
Guess the po pimp need him a hood rat
Cause a chick like me want a house on a hill can you buy that
Where my ride at
Its type come out 99' stats
Let my ins, stack while you still po pimpin up in a old Lac
You got to school me though
Got me everything down to my kings so you owe it to dough
Treat a trick like flow it to dough
Don't be ashamed if your game fall short for the love of this
hoe
The name Cane and I'm lovin the dough
Nigga holla all night if your talking bout given me mo'
Got a song that'll make you fall like a body like a bottle of
Glyphs on shape
When I'm touchin the toes
Got you touchin the moves hittin the store
Type of daddy getting dollars from the block ha
Bet you pimpin in the block bringin me gifts furs and rocks
Ban Prada out of stock ha
Motion competition locked on
Getting Twista NBA droppin hot ones
I'm a chick and gotta clock ones
Get yo' game tight
You found it vic then you pop one
Steady pimpin in the cream dog
Sip on some Hen
Gimme the flame
Show me the bud
Now I'ma pull a call
But its difficult when these lames all call bout
'Baby girl I don't wanna break your heart'
Steady drinkin off
Takin her out
Pickin her up
Come up off in the club offerin love
And softenin up
Where you get that game from huh bruh？
You comin weak and cant be pimpin her on the daily and leavin
the dubs
Baby know you a scrub
You gotta be more like the pimps in the industry
Much love to Eightball and MJG, Too-Short and Ice-T
Pimp C, Bump B, and Suga-free
Playa exact is what you couldn't be
Cause you a lame used to have game but xxxx done changed
Couldn't take the reign caught up by these busy dames
And I heard you let em' the 6 and the Range
If you cant mack don't attempt to
Cause all women aint lame
Matter fact the hoes pimp too
Ms. Kane will xxxx around and pimp you
Coulda had control of her but they way you trick her she meant
to
You the type of pimp that's strange yo'
Have your girl flip the script on you or beat you out yo' change
dough
I hang low smoking the furry cango
While these sucks looking for love somewhere over the rainbow
Cause that's the way the game go
2.Love Me No More
Now how u gon？ tell me you don？t love me no more
Cuz I？m out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the Hood talkin bout they don？t need me no more
Cuz a mu？fucka push that GT
It？s a problem tryna take that from me
Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh
(Jim Jones)
I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell em keep talking funny (keep talking
funny)
Imma keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin？ in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or beam em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when it？s jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I？m talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York？s chilly nights (that？s
right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world？s apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)
Chorus
Now how u gon？ tell me you don？t love me no more
Cuz Im out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood Talkin bout they don？t need me no more
Cuz a mu？fucka push that GT
It？s a problem tryna take that from me
Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh
(the Game)
yo the weather-man is back, the GT black
22's so big the fuckin tires look flat (im gone)
aint no clouds in my stones(nope)
so clear they make you dizzy you can call it patroon
(certified gangsta)
even Jim know that,
it true religion white pocket got a grip soo fat (westside)
the niggas with the money aint scared,
we donated to the club when we throw it in the air (we ballinnn)
if you get it like us (and im ballinnn)
then turn them fuckin bottles up-side-down
dont waste it for me,
but pour everything out for my nigga Pimp C (pimp c)
the cars we got em the girls ride with us(what else)
the haters is hattin the feds taking pictures
wanna see a million dollars look at me,
everything cost money even vick aint free.
Chorus
Now how u gon？ tell me you don？t love me no more
Cuz Im out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood Talkin bout they don？t need me no more
Cuz a mu？fucka push that GT
It？s a problem tryna take that from me
Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh
Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for
me)
My next breath was let？s do it (kid)
Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters
(who？s next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewellers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And im tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what？s up baby)
Use to say money ain？t a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money？s everything, but that thang can break your crew up
(true stills)
Where did love go？ (where)
And where does that leave us？ (where we at)
They holdin？ grudges on how they receive us (fa sho)
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug Nigga whip the forein features (ballin)
Secretary？s that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you free us
I need money!
Chorus：
Now how u gon？ tell me you don？t love me no more
Cuz I？m out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood talkin bout they don？t need me no more
Cuz a mu？fucka push that GT
It？s a problem tryna take that from me
Cuz I？m packin heavy metal
3.On Fire
smoking haze and chocolate tie man
i get low man you get low man
gold daytons on my 64 man
im on fire man you on fire man
？？？
i get ghost man you get ghost man
stunner shades when im in the oh man
baby ima stuna 64 rag top treat my car like my bitch now watch
when that ass drop
45 on my lap incase i gotta pop some, in the car dam u think
mitzerali got some triple go hundred spoke sitin on the white
walls run up on my car mother fuker im phsyco like bishop n
juice mother fuker im physco all chromed black come equiped with
that night glow homie wont fuk around roll up lay em down set em
on fire mother fuker its my town twist up blow a pound hennesy
throw it down bitchs pantys hit the ground everytime i come
around nigas throwing dubs up every time i come around west
coast mother fuker thats how its goin down hid in my lap thats
how its goin down ？？(dj haze)
i get hight man you get high man
smoking haze and chocolate tie man
i get low man you get low man
gold daytons on my 64 man
im on fire man you on fire man
？？？
i get ghost man you get ghost man
stunner shades when im in the oh man
im in the lambo switchin lanes ridin with the doors up bitchs
hopin out the car every time i roll up mix hash with the chronic
everytime i roll up know wer i been in the gym pockets lookin
sweld up im cocky so what tryna fuck rihanna cause jay z got
beyonce slowed up if you dont like my style nigga slow it up if
u dont like my coast then dont blow it up u drink patrone let me
see you throw it up she tryna drink with a prow now watch her
throw it up im drinking my liquor with all of my niggas this
black wall street bitch and we aint takin no pictures we just
pick the hoe when they hit the floor but when they hit the dough
we just pick some more air force ones on the gas tell me when to
go if you aint fucking on the first night let a nigga know
i get hight man you get high man
smoking haze and chocolate tie man
i get low man you get low man
gold daytons on my 64 man
im on fire man you on fire man
？？？
i get ghost man you get ghost man
stunner shades when im in the oh man
we b drankn drankn smokn smokn bluntn bluntn ？lowkn lowkn？
we b rollin free will motion same gold d's we straight west
coastn x2
might catch me in a fast car thinkin its a nas car niggas never
seen a glass house with a crash bar all chromed throught the
exhaust dumb niggas tryna flause pull up on the v12 tlkn bout
the super charge watch me switch cars 64 impila hit the switch
dawg nigga i said hit the switch dawg twist you fingers up and
when d's hit the ground throw your dubs up
i get hight man you get high man
smoking haze and chocolate tie man
i get low man you get low man
gold daytons on my 64 man
im on fire man you on fire man
？？？
i get ghost man you get ghost man
stunner shades when im in the oh man
4.Hard Times
They don't seem to want me but they won't admit
I think I'm some kind of creature that they are having fear of
Hard times
Theres no love to be found
She know how to get them thangs and carry on
I blow outta town when gas is outta town
Uptown in the building how that sounds
Cause killas don't get dirty about
They get whispered about and get murdered about boi
Having hard times
There's no love to be found
Having hard times
There no love to be found
You got it on your mind look daddy say something
All I played buttoned get your face buttoned up
And now when you smirk you look like Jay Z？s shirt
Sippin on turf
Give them hard taking tampons
Shot of patron and don
The ones trained get ran on my crew hard
Louis V sweaters on the boulevard
Poor niggas cars throw up signs and bang on
They call me J.R. I tell em come holla
I tell my poppa put away your dollars your son got choppers
And if you get enemy？s your son got enemies that uptown energy
Niggas never gon be on my level
Get a shovel dig a hole
Bitch impala with he devil you an acquired hustler
I'm a 80？s baby for real born in 79 and ready to kill
Havin hard times
Theres no love to be found
Havin hard times
There no love to be found
5.Killa Cali
Game
'It ain't never mother fucken cold enough to rock no mother
fucken chinchilla out here nigga and timbos to heavy to run from
the fucken police man in my mother fucken converse'
Chourus
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs all stars khaki chuck
taylors whats the word keep a gun on me and I love NY but it's
California till I die one more time in killa kali we don't rock
timbos or fur all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word push
that range rover when I'm in NY but I love the way Impalas drive
I take the fat laces in n out them converse I put them hollow
tips and a nigga if he converse about me and my niggar and how
we use to have priors like richer yeah I paint that picture I
use to have visions of retiring like jigga five albums later
acquiring those figures I'm that nigger if I don't get no bigger
I'm back in the hood lettin the 4 0 flicker from a brown paper
bag 4 0 sipper and push a rock without knowing no clippers on my
nephews life I never met no nigger rich or poor nigger that
couldn't make a O bigger
Chourus
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs all stars khaki chuck
taylors whats the word keep a gun on me and I love NY but it's
California till I die one more time in killa kali we don't rock
timbos or fur all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word push
that range rover when I'm in NY but I love the way Impalas drive
Billboard
It's just me chuck and some nigger I'm raised with first niggers
red chucks new york pavement whips and chains like we on that
slave shit never seen queens bridge on that brave shit niggas
see the grave quick livin the fast life In cali we burnt out new
yorkers mad trif tells niggas once so they don't ask twice ain't
that right chuck？ I'm a hot non 7 never been out of compton if
it wasn't game I probably never see harlem we goona take jones
to the knickers in garden let him fuck a blood bitch in a dirty
apartment niggers know forvidi on that hard shit but don't don't
know billboard give em a hard clip sometime revolvers no shells
no nothin and I love the east cost but fuck joe buddens
Chourus
In killa kali we don't wear timbos or furs all stars khaki chuck
taylors whats the word keep a gun on me and I love NY but it's
California till I die one more time in killa kali we don't rock
timbos or fur all stars khaki chuck taylors whats the word push
that range rover when I'm in NY but I love the way Impalas drive
Billboard
Man it ain't shit like being a black wall street soilder out
here in killa kali the west side of compton you know what Im
saying Ice cream trucks bad traffic swap meets sticky green coat
club white tees chuck tallers nigger dickies it ain't nothin
like it killa kali baby chuck taylor and the billboard black
wall streets finest
blah
6.The Pledge
From the top,
Back again motherfkers
It's 3am in the mornin
like what
mixtape fkin wit me man
westcoast dawn
u no me
＊＊＊NEW JERSEY DEVIL!!＊＊＊
ohh sht
you arleady know when im about to do dis sht
body and sht, yeh
black wall st niggaz
the black jim halfer
thats me
ch ch check
yo
ayo these rap niggaz bore me
flow darn and so corny
thats why when i drop sht they jump on it
like this they love it
homo niggaz
choke when the game on the line
dallas cowboy roll on niggaz
i got more btchs
more diiggers
07 im hittin more switches
hip hop broke im gone fix it
i was away for a minute in europe
on tour
now im back
bonjour
the flow is so pure
i was baptized by the duggy freshes
lost my way and got recklace
to much beefin had me screwed up like texas
so i had to take em back
to da 98 lexus
take the grill off for dinner chop the crack for breakfast
theres a million niggaz like me red strings
and there nike's
some official
some softer then scarr tissue
thats life b
deal with it
carry the steel with it
if you hard peel with it
one dome shot if you real with it
im from Compton son
aim at a target and i will hit
cocain game put red sauce on ya bills fit it
see me in the streets ill probably ho or sometin
beverly hills spendin money like im operahs son
thats why the btchs feel me and they baby
dady's wanna kill me
run up on the range fkin with game
he gone bang
picture you bleedin,
all stretched out bearly breathin
huffin and weesin
as the range rover tires screechin
i been coached by the og's
chased by the police
you aint never seen a nigga hit a fence like me
catch me if you can
leonardo de caprio
they say im not a real blood the hood is backin me though
niggaz like d bo
white boi
forgin nut
ask big dan if young game
jogged da block
hog the rock
sell it if its hard or not
before they call the cops
ill rip apart the block
im in the bathroom flushin
out the window
out the back gate
tomorrow guess what.
im on the same corner hustlin
i dun sold weed
sold ex
so crack
never been snitched on
cuz i aint never ran wit no rats
never left my grandmama house
without loadin up both straps
never fumbled runnin like berry sanders
know that
i vow to hustle
till theres no more crack
and directly got a young nigga
to fold those packs
the black jim halfer
let me introduce you to tha show stopper
mr lamboghini driver
low pro copper,
he is i and i am he
we are one like the moon and the sun
OG
i been around
kid hustlin
wit grown man around
seen homies get shot
and watched bodies spin around
aint harlin from mawson
but i gotta respect
got niggaz there
shot town, an mo town
im well connected
get ya body dropped off
anytime i please
let the trap snap on the rat
you'll die eatin cheese
get on my knees pray for ario
kennef supreme
i pledge aliegience to the hustlers
keep leavin ya dream
one..
ayo skee man this sht is too easy
ya know what im sayin
we put out mixtapes when the fk we feel like it
not when you want it
when the fk we feel like it
and im the CEO of motherfkin blackwall st records
blackwall st enterprises
blackwall st pornos
blackwall st toilet tissue
blackwall st motherfkin car detailin
blackwall st car wash nigga
blackwall st socks shoes
motherfkin ovens kitches appliances
im blackwall st's president CEO
fkin fk it!
7.I'm A Soldier
Yo Mel, they tried to kill me man,
Five Shots and I'm still here nigguh! (hahaha!)
I don't give a fuck where you niggas from,
East to Westcoast I'ma bang my gun,
You better wear a vest when you come outside,
'cause niggah this's Westside 'til i die
I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah,
I'm a Soldier niggah,
I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah,
I'm a Soldier niggah
He signed with Dre, he gon' sell,
will he do a mil' plus or will he end up in jail？
get real close to the speaker, i got a story to tell,
he went from the front porch to the cover of double X-L
i took one in the heart, i'm ready to die
and all this hennesey'll make a nigga crash the G-5
catch me at a stop sign, niggah i ain't drunk,
i'm gangsta i pop mine leave you eye in the pump
tie you faggot ass up, let you die in the trunk,
i'm from westside compton, niggah i ain't a punk
streets is talkin, is he from cali？ is he from queens？
do he ghost for P. Diddy, can he WRITE ME A sixteen？
did he take 5 shots？ is he a blood or a crip？
ride through the CPT, my hood painted on them bricks
and I'ma die with a empty clip, 'cause I'm a ghetto boy
i just rap a lot like J-Prince (the boss of rap a lot)
In '99 i studied +The Chronic+ inside out,
a +Doggystyle+ for breakfast, lunch was +Reasonable Doubt+
I ain't know how to count bars, i was writin' on napkins(？)
high as fuck i wrote my first sixteen to +Illmatic+
I was in the hood fightin' with niggaz, over who the best MC
Ice-Cube, Snoop Dogg or Xzibit
and how the east been makin' the killin'
since them long-beach niggaz walked in new
york and crushed the buildings
then this marcy-project niggah came and stole the crown,
right after the king of NY got shot down,
ten years later I'm in Harlem killin' them mixtapes,
they like me, i want them to love me like they love Mase,
but holla in LA them niggaz tell ya they hate me,
and the plan is to catch me with my gun on safety
niggah I'm still breathin', I ain't dead,
next time you try to kill me, put one in my head
Before Jimmy Iovine the kid wasn't IV(？),
these bitch niggaz tried to take my live for five G's,
i was in the projects, two o' clock in the mornin',
playin' madden, niggaz kicked in the door and start blastin',
niggah i'm a gangsta, i don't need no pitty,
i just sit inside the ferarri and roll up a fillie
and i been compared to shyne like shyne was compared to biggie,
i'm from compton, he from new york city
come on really, you gotta be kiddin',
ain't nobody biggie but biggie,
but i'm a six figi niggi, and i know Fifty,
but that don't mean i can get you backstage at awards,
or 'cause you went to highschool I'ma take you on tour,
'cause he got two bodyguards he can't get hit with the four,
and 'cause he wear a vest don't make him tupac shakur,
when you see me in the streets, ain't no security guards,
no L.A.P.D, no bullet proof cars, I'm a gangsta!
8.Money
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04
But I grew up around impalas and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore
Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for
My money or my glock who do I trust more？
I don't know it's probably the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green cause paper motivate niggas
And my rolex races cause it hate niggas
I use to only sell 8s like that laker nigga
Now I'm movin 24s like I play at the staples center
You might miss the game so nigga don't blink
My phantom stand out like Frank Lucas mink
So go ahead and think like Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink about
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep
gettin that
(Money)
Yeah Yeah
I get it that baby and slim cash money
All the jewlery on your whole crew that's my tax money
That pablo escabar crack money
That Lebron first nike contract money
That make it rain all my niggas throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back money
Flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money
That rat money niggas get clapped money
Air force ones don't bend when I track money
Havin Alpo nightmares whippin that border
Like McDonalds I was flippin them orders
In that '02 porsche truck weavin through borders
I was through flippin quarters When I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar 50 cent ain't real
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep
gettin that
(Money)
Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases
Fuck a black card you see these green faces
Look at my chest... now you've seen Vegas
Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin
Cause I'm a money machine I can re-make it
You a fool thinkin that Freddy can see Jason
I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient but I walked
Money like the white howard next time he a free agent
I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asia
Have asains in the kitchen cookin in louis v aprons
Word to martha stewart if I can park a buick
Then I can flip a breech truck I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga tony parker do it
Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep
gettin that
(Money)
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get Get Get Yea!
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