1.Black, Yellow
(Hook)
When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
We don't tell 'em ourself this ain't the first 48
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
My fully loaded caliber gon' put niggas in their place
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
The crime scene getting investigated by a jay
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
(Verse)
If I don't spit the hottest bars you ever heard
Then Big Meech wasn't flipping no bird
Bob Marley wasn't puffing no herb
And them poppies are all of them still in the curve
If I ain't the definition of keeping it real
Then Eminem ain't nice he ain't got no skills
On some G shit, if I'm beefing with 'em
My holy gears is killing whoever eating with 'em
He a business man they killing a enemy
He at the hotel kill the chick that's scriping with 'em
Gun smoke, bullets fly ,it's cutable 4 days later for a trial
My little major hype I call him the beretta kid
He like yo let me go and kill his relatives
He said that when we rolled passed the way
I start laughing, like nah never nigga wait
(Hook)
When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
We don't tell 'em ourself this ain't the first 48
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
My fully loaded caliber gon' put niggas in their place
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
The crime scene getting investigated by a jay
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
(Verse)
If I ain't the realest nigga spitting
Then Joy wasn't the best it was Scotty Pimpin
If I ain't the promise of all of the thugs
Then the mexicans don't know nothing 'bout drugs
In the game of Lil Wayne, ain't blood
And that nigga snoop dogg, ain't cuz
On some G shit, with the sound of rhyme
And my gun bang! homicide
I'm all point, fully prepared
And breathe the same air as me, I'm never scared
I put the burn on the dresser
Then pick the ray back up after I sex her
My chick won't smell my dick before she suck it
I whiped it all good, she can't tell I was fucking
If I ain't the truth , then Magnum X a ever
Top the boss with it with no reinsure
(Hook)
When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
We don't tell 'em ourself this ain't the first 48
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
My fully loaded caliber gon' put niggas in their place
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
The crime scene getting investigated by a jay
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
These niggas is square, lames
It's a wrap y'all
This for niggas that getting money and bang
I'm back y'all
They don't want me in ,they want me out
I notice
But I'ma shut them down, 'cause I could
I focus
(Hook)
When I check niggas I be putting bullets in their face
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
We don't tell 'em ourself this ain't the first 48
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
My fully loaded caliber gon' put niggas in their place
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
The crime scene getting investigated by a jay
Yes black and yellow , black and yellow , black and yellow tape
2.Money Work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Bitch I let my money work in California
Bitch I'm with the mexicans, in Arizona
Bitch I'm talking pure white for every thousand grands
Bitch I'm talking white girls on the Peter Pan
Bitch I'm sitting at the light in some big shit
Talking big shit, listening to big shit
Quarter mill for my big chains, hey papi I need a hundred things
A hundred？ Nigga you heard me a hundred things
Bitch I let my money work, I'm blowing thousands
Bitch I got my whole crew out of public housing
Town over tell me to tell Ross I got that
The police, the F boys, the DEA can't stop that
That nina , that .40 , that AK I pop that
That Louis, that Gucci that flossy I rock that
That new girl with epic insomnia I got that
I got that,nigga you heard me I got that
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
I'm putting overtime bitch I let my money work
You know I overgrind bitch now I'm 20 worth (milli)
Still riding dirty hanging on the stake
Talking 40 shard kit for the break
Me and Murda on the back block swerving
Higher than a motherfucker feel turbulence
I let my money twerk, twerk let the bitches smurk,smurk
Let the dogs go, let them drivers skurve
I know some average sis, I know some porn stars
I own some bentley sis, I got some sports car
Underground we spend that, little bars I in that
Hottest niggas we been that ,fast cars we in that
Correct to try to save me ,won't see me on a warning poster
Stand up with the work, count on money all in one motion
I'm talking same damn time ,
Knowing I'ma make 'em when I was way back griding,coke boy
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
Girl I let my money work ,work let my money work
3.No Cake
(Hook)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They don't)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They broke)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They frontin')
These niggas don't get no cake
(Hahaa)
These niggas just be talking, they ain't getting no money (x4)
(Verse)
They not pimpin no burse, they knock off papi
They not dropping ferraris, they no dropping buggatis
They not buying no bottles, they not rocking no rollies
Them niggers ain't no real bloods man they not the homies
If you ain't talking 'bout money, there's no reason to parley
I see you in that benz over but that's the whole body
I don't do no skinny chicks, my bitches got bodies
Big booties, big titties, and they face looking like cali
I like when I hit it they say daddy this your gucci
I just got my head and you fucking up my doobie
I'ma write a book about my life then make a movie
Hands on real for real niggas see me they salute me
(Hook)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They don't)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They broke)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They frontin')
These niggas don't get no cake
(Hahaa)
These niggas just be talking, they ain't getting no money (x4)
(Verse)
They not getting no paper, these niggas just be talking
Their engine not go vroom vroom, they not in the parking
Their jewelry don't go bling bling that's not the address
Homie I be pimpin half of decency of my ex's
They smoking that ratchet, son I smack that chronic
I'm smoking that reepin' you know that's that exotic
Them niggers don't travel they stay in that project lobby
They ain't got no cargos standing with their mommy
Or they live with their grandma, sunday night no ballers
They ain't like my nigga French, they ain't no shot callers
Them niggers take orders, them niggers is workers
The real niggers come around, them niggers is nervous
(Hook)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They don't)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They broke)
These niggas don't get no cake
(They frontin')
These niggas don't get no cake
(Hahaa)
These niggas just be talking, they ain't getting no money (x4)
4.Fck Ya Friend
(Hook：Wale)
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend
And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend
And maybe you can even join in, in, in
But I really wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
(Verse 1)
Damn that's my baby girl, but I keep thinking about her home
girl
I wonder if shawty let me f, a butt bigger than my cheek butt
I'm Trey Songz, I can't get her out of my head
I wanna hit it, and my chick dead
I wanna hit it ,and my chick gone
I'ma tryna, tryna fuck them all
I wanna hit it while my chick watching
Then take both of them to shopping
She nasty, she right to get it in
She grew up listening to Lil Kim
(Hook ： Wale)
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend
And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend
And maybe you can even join in, in, in
But I really wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
(Verse 2)
5 shots of this straight dumb
I need 5 wifes like Akon
I wanna fuck your friend and my friend wanna fuck you girl
Ain't no love if the homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if the fucker only got one
Couple bad bad tell my homie grab one
Been in love with them phone calls
For shawty you can be my pom pom
Porn star, got the homie fiending for a urge
With a couple white bitches like Kobe
She was acting all achy till he seen the bitch
Thought I was in love, till I seen her friend
(Hook ： Wale)
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend
And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend
And maybe you can even join in, in, in
But I really wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
(Verse 3)
Good evening misses, it's nice to meet you misses
We in agreement that female got the sweetest kisses
As I proceed to pimpin' I carefully eat the cookie
Been beating it up a minute, that's screaming it's being bully
You got my heart, I promise you got my soul
So say goodbye to your promise nobody will ever know
I promise to promise you when I promise you
They saying that I promise you is honoring your goal
Say if you wanna know, I wanna know you tryin' to move
Like you love the dollo but I like vaginas by the 2？s
Maybe you, maybe her, tryin' to see my lady work
She sleeping at her house, you at me sleeping in my favorite
shirt
(Hook ： Wale)
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend, friend, friend
And you can still be my girlfriend, friend, friend
And maybe you can even join in, in, in
But I really wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
Girl I wanna fuck ya friend
5.Why You Mad
(Hook) x2
When you getting money
These girls be running to you
Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
What you hating for, what you frontin for
And tell me , why you mad
They mad, they mad
(Verse)
They mad at my beamer, they mad in my porsche
They mad I beat all them charges when I went to court
They mad at my lawyer, he keep beatin them bodies
They mad at my broad, she's so pretty with her body
They mad at my money, they all actin I spending
They mad at my phantom, 'cause it's mine not rent it
They mad at my bracelet , they mad at my rollie
They mad that I'm ballin' like LeBron and Kobe
They mad at my chopper, it be laying them down
Mother married the doctor, 'cause she ain't saving the child
They mad 'cause I'm the last nigga out nigga
They got shine for selling like the new gawp nigga
(Hook) x2
When you getting money
These girls be running to you
Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
What you hating for, what you frontin for
And tell me , why you mad
They mad, they mad
(Verse)
They mad at my jag, they mad at my 'rarri
They mad that I mill em till I got one to the army
They mad at them bottles, that I got at my tables
And they mad at them fifty bust that I got on my table
They mad at my paper, they don't like how I stack it
Mad I ain't concerns , 'cause they know that I'm packing
They mad at my ill blow, they mad at my new O
I get it for the love, they mad at papichulo
They mad at my Louie, they mad at my Gucci
They mad at my H belt that be holding my toulie
They mad 'cause I'm the last nigga out nigga
They got shine for selling like the new gawp nigga
(Hook) x2
When you getting money
These girls be running to you
Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
What you hating for, what you frontin for
And tell me , why you mad
They mad, they mad
(Verse)
They mad I know and that's no lie , no lie
I'm mad at myself, 'cause I'm so fly
Murder all the polo do it I'm so high
Got hennesy in my cup, your main bitch wanna fuck with me
Ain't going nowhere, boy you stuck to me
And the bang is on my hip ye boy it's stuck to me
Cracks wraps around my wrist ye my wrist is a whole key
Niggas tell me what you see , I know you see that
No blood, but I be where them fucking B's at
No crip, but I be where them fucking C's at
And man to me, it's just money and diamonds
I gotta stay shining, show knicks perfect timing
(Hook) x2
When you getting money
These girls be running to you
Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you
What you hating for, what you frontin for
And tell me , why you mad
They mad, they mad
6.Who Want Beef
(Hook)
Money talk, who want beef niggas
Money talk, who is these niggas
Money talk, where you bees niggas
Got some sooners with me, Lil Chief Keef niggas
Don't ask me if I'm good nigga
You can see that I'm good nigga
I pull up my own road nigga
And I push a nigga what nigga
(Verse)
I wish a nigga would try me
I get this whole hood by me
Caught them slipping in this girl car
Smoke them bullet on tape sip it the world's gone
I'm still moving bricks at hard
Your main bitch don't even get my dick hard
Nigga, nigga just watch
Nigga, nigga just watch
You shining in the wrong hood
I'm bout to get you got
Give me that gold watch, gold rings and gold chain
He got all gold everything on looking like turna that jane
You rocked to that james, I ain't rocked to that james
See when all gone, everything on, looking like turning that
james
(Hook)
Money talk, who want beef niggas
Money talk, who is these niggas
Money talk, where you bees niggas
Got some sooners with me, Lil Chief Keef niggas
Don't ask me if I'm good nigga
You can see that I'm good
I pull up my own road nigga
And I push a nigga what nigga
(Verse)
Drive that rarri in my projects nigga
Hot than a mother, I'm the pali nigga
She said she a dancer, she not a stripper
But she bust that pussy open for a dollar nigga
Fuck boys we on it, your game's been decoded
My meat beat 3 quarters, your bitch she deep throating
That's your hoe but I'm mean deep in her
Carter mall I won't skeet skeet in her
(Bang bang) I got Chief Keef in her
You eat it like a 3 piece dinner
Even when I'm done load that glock around
You ain't talking money nigga not now
New jays on, my shades on
You raise up and get shot down
My young boys they go home, send 12 bullets in one hoe
They ride loud like Lil Kim and they break you off with that
drum roll
(Hook)
Money talk, who want beef niggas
Money talk, who is these niggas
Money talk, where you bees niggas
Got some sooners with me, Lil Chief Keef niggas
Don't ask me if I'm good nigga
You can see that I'm good
I pull up my own road nigga
And I push a nigga what nigga
You know we got our foot on these next niggas man
Taking their fake chains off
You monkey niggas
I feed you a whole banana clip nigga
You can't call the police without no tongue nigga
Faggot ass nigga
GMG , true ass Brooklyn
7.Know What I'm Talkin Bout
(Verse)
Bottles on this set we in the spot
The Dj feel G double we in the spot
All you players 51 albums
Biggie and Pac
And that old J
When him the Dang was running the rock
He know real boy here no bullshit
We ain't buying them bottles if they had no bullshit
I ain't gon talk about them
But ballers they let 'em see with
To Snow white get on some Billy the Kid shit
But son I ain't looking for no drama
I'm looking for a Keisha, Alisha or Rihanna
I'm sipping that Ciroc, I'm puffing that marijuana
If they had getting crazy they get Louie, Gucci, Prada
They scared to let me touch a hundred mill
They know I ain't forget about Biggie getting killed
I ain't them other dudes, I can't pretend nigga
The only rapper still thinking about the fans nigga
(Hook)
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
(Verse)
I got beautiful women for every day of the week
Sound like a joker, but the truth is all I speak
You getting knocked keep your mouth shut like Big Leach
I should open up a school for G's to wake out preachers
I can't help to stay out of jail or stay out the streets
Trying school I ain't talking about artist on the beat
If it wasn't me then one of my comets hit 'em up
If he got smoking Brooklyn that's one for the terf
Nigga you a bitch, I'm a thug, ya I'm the problem
Word that got this silent, just niggas are harlem
Real gangster shit nigga, not me
Words are supreme, while the clap niggas are queers
Last year my grandma passed, pearl got knocked
For a minute, she had me say fuck hip hop
Then I spoke the braille, was like so turn it up
When you was focused fuck on fire, you was burning up
(Hook)
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
(Verse)
I got my hood on lockdown know what I'm talking about
If you ain't getting money then you running your mouth
We running the clubs 'cause niggas is getting money
We bust a nigga head let the bouncers act funny
Everybody gettin in, fuck how niggas dress
I'm bout to spend 10 with a hundred on my neck
20 niggas with me and we take a niggas bitches
We them real niggas them niggas is real bitches
I got more bitches with bitches that get it in
Surrounded by some pretty women like I'm peefing kin
You really don't offend me with your hating or envy
I got through with the MP and I spray it till it's empty
Know what I'm talking 'bout
We them type of niggers that run aside your mama's house
The rings and things say about , bring 'em out
Word to big Papa, who shoot you
Know what I'm talking 'bout
(Hook)
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Know what I'm talking 'bout
8.#RNS
This ain't your nephew homicide
This ain't your cousin robbery
This is your uncle murda motherfucker
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
2 chainz and he pop without wearing a nose ring
He took a shot at pac for wearing a nose wig
Lil wayne said he ain't feeling new york
Then fab made a record that was so new york
This nigga kanye talkin bout Kim K sex tape
I wonder how I should feel about his new sex tape
And these niggas say hove don't come to the hood
They got the parkinson and brooklyn right in the hood
We ain't bringing the city back, we makin it look good
We going deep on the game like the old school should
I said stop, hold up son, out to lil kim
Bitches weren't be suckin dick if it wasn't for kim
Man these bitches suck cock just to get to the top
That's because they ain't got that I'll 9'er like foxx
Fuck 3 remi, fuck the rap bitch who got shot
I'm on my john gotti shit then my kennedy drop, let's go!
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
Suicide, cause light he ain't commit death
That grimey no got hurt till death
Ain't no love in hip hop, we all get that
I know Mona sky wish she could bring Criss back
Wish I could bring Biggie and Big Pun back
I wish I could bring stack bundles and big L back
The game ain't the same, I ain't on no hatin shit
Rappers done changed, snoop doing jamaican shit
Hood boys buggin till they shoot at the jakes
Man I was mad for 5 cartel released his face
It's a drought going on, I wonder if jeezy got it
Shit, meech woulda have it, I wonder if jeezy got it
Got a call from a man in new york, yeah I spoke the son
Tony said that new 9's album is art
He said he pissed off that Mardy broke up
You say that interview with x lookin all coked up
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
Respected, or get disrespected
Brooklyn! It's the molly team.
9.Warning Skit
Warning! Warning! (EAST NEW YORK!)
(OH! YEAH! YEAH!)
This is a warning! (GMG!) Warning! (BROOKLYN!)
I get money I get money, OOOH I'm gettin paper
I ain't playin I ain't playin I'll smack the shit out a hater
At ya door with the force, OOOH they callin me Biggie
These rappers is imposters, OOOH Milli Vanilli
They cockroaches, monkeys, OOOH they don't want no drama
They Frank I'm takin their girl, OOOH I'm Tony Montana
I know magic I'm a magician OOOH it ain't fair
I snap my fingers abracadabra make niggas disappear
I'm a big dog, pitbull, OOOH a rottweiler
They little dogs, yorki's, they a bunch of chihuahua's
They be callin me Jason, OOOH I'm Freddy Krueger
Body niggas when they sleepin, masked up with the rueger
This is a warning! (HA HA! YEAH!) Warning!
I get money I get money, OOOH I'm gettin paper
I ain't playin I ain't playin I'll smack the shit out a hater
They be sayin they be sayin, Murda you too hard
You N.W.A these rappers Chico DeBarge
They be sayin they 'gon step to me OOOH I wish they would
I'm a Menace II Society ask the Boyz N Da Hood
Bakin soda be coke flow OOOH I got crack
I got rob rappers with a gun, Diddy use gun tracks
First stripper she a model, OOOH she from the hood
Lickin on my lollipop, OOOH she lick it good
They ain't thuggin they be frontin, OOOH it's just a gimmick
They rappin lilke Lil' Flip, OOOH That mean they finished
This is a warning! (HA HA!) Warning! (IT'S OVER MAN!)
I get money I get money, OOOH I'm gettin paper
I ain't playin I ain't playin I'll smack the shit out a hater
They be hatin they some haters, OOOH I got them sick
They can't beat me they the Giants, OOOH I'm Michael Vick
They do it bad real bad, OOOH I know they hate me
They Cleveland I'm LeBron, yeah I said fuck 'em baby
The magnum's fully loaded, and I got extra ammo
Get it poppin by myself, OOOH they callin me Rambo
The opposition dead, OOOH light up a candle
I don't care who ridin for 'em ain't nothin I can't handle
I'm about war, OOOH they callin me Bush
Bodies on top of bodies, once that button get pushed
This is a warning! (YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! OH!)
Warning! (YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! BROOKLYN!)
10.Warned Them
Warned dem, me warned dem
Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
Yo, me warned dem already
Ah me now warned dem aghien
Dema boots far run, put demselfs ina proble, ina problem
Yo, me warned dem already
Ah me now warned dem aghien
No ah action, ina di action, dema bed
Guess what, I'm a top shotter,
Yeah we the new shotter pasi
I'm tellin you, don't balee
You gonn get your mama body
Guess what, my ak fully loaded
Who want war, if it's on, then it's on
I'm bringing it to your front door
Guess, I just counted up 2 mill
And it felt good
I got that from my young boys
Who hustle hard, in the hood
I get em consignment, they get that money right back
They never late, they never soft
They know I don't play none of that
Guess what？ I just got that new deal with la reed
I was buggin when I got the news
Like why the fuck you wanna sign me
La on that street shit, nigga know what I rap bout
I'm the future of the shit, let's party, I pull some cash out
Guess what, your chick with my homie at your crib
You were thinking that's your son
You don't know that's his kid
Real niggas is back lades
Getting rid of you fuck boys
We shootin y'all niggas in the street
In jail we getting y'all cut, boy!
Guess what
Yo, me warned dem already
Ah me now warned dem aghien
Dema boots far run, put demselfs ina proble, ina problem
Yo, me warned dem already
Ah me now warned dem aghien
No ah action, ina di action, dema bed
Guess what, you rockin with a real nigga
No fake nigga
If I get caught for my man body, I ain't talking to jake nigga
I'm gonn do that 25, if I don't beat that case nigga
Just make sure that my kids and my commisary is straight nigga
Guess what, they don't make, niggas like me no more
Real niggas is extinct, I'm feeling like the dinosaurs
Guess what, you tuned in, to the last of a dying breed
I'm like a brooklyn 2pac, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Guess what, weirdos and batty boys don't like me
They hopin I get locked up
They want em to endite me
Real niggas is back hoe, pimpin like that nigga goldie
Niggas know what it is, word to my 30000 dollars rollie
Yo, me warned dem already
Ah me now warned dem aghien
Dema boots far run, put demselfs ina proble, ina problem
Yo, me warned dem already
Ah me now warned dem aghien
No ah action, ina di action, dema bed.
11.Chris Lighty Skit
Man you got nothing to lose in this game by being persistent and
consistent
And not thinking that you could just get in and make a hundred
million dollars
'Cause that's not gonna happen, 1 million dollars
Be glad to be making 30 thousand then make 50 thousand, then
make a 100 thousand
Then make 200 thousand, you know
Make a career, I rather sell 10 million records over 10 years
Than 10 million records once
Because over the 10 years I'll make other things happen off of
that 1 million record I sold every year
You know make a career of it
So you have nothing to lose as long as you're focused
And building this as a career, this ain't
As much as we compare to the drug game it's not the drug game
Fuckin feds is watching, the police is watching, the streets is
watching
Everybody's watching so you have to be very serious about it
And you know, deal with it accordingly
I tell people I'm the garbage collector and the CEO
I turn off the lights to make sure the air is off
Because it's a business, everybody frontin like
The money is non stop, it's non stop until it stops
And then we'll see how non stop it is
I've seen alot of people come and go in this game so
It's Chris Lighty
12.My Moment
Yeah, yeah,
You know, you can't tell me that
I ain't as real as rap nigga in the game right now
You know what I mean？
Tired of livin' day to day like every day's alright
It's my turn, man,
Just waitin'on that moment
Oh, I've been waitin' long enough, man
Waiting on my moment
I'm thinkin' 'bout my past
Recipes to my momma,
I had to grow up fast
I ain't had no papa,
I had to flip that work
I had to grab that chopper
Me get my lil' brothers had to go to school lookin' proper
Along with that paper though
Came a lil' bit of drama
I caught niggers while they were sleepin'
Like they was in pajamas
They killed my best friend
FM niggers got clap
I could keep bodyin' niggers
But I can't bring him back
I was living in them projects
Lookin' out that window
Like this can't be life
It got to get better than this yo
I start writin' them raps
Then I hit that bull
Like every line is real
Are they goin' deny the truth？
Then I got with Chris
Lighty made it so easy
I was his new 50 Cent
I was talkin' so greazy
Then we got that deal
Went to South with J
And we fucked up when him and death gymed
They went their separate ways
Then I kept on drownin'
Got every radio play
Now I'm sounding with epic
I want my thing nigger L. A.
Chris got me that deal, too
Now my nigga ain't here
I know how he will be tellin' me
Right now if he was here
Don't make me look bad
Give it all you got
You want me be the next biggest most 50 Cent, 2pac
This life scare my accent
When I'm in front of that camera
I'm puttin' all my niggers on without goin' broke like Ema
Free demo ground
He was pushin' me with his music shit
Gave him 18 years and he ain't even do this shit
Still rockin' with tune heads
All beat my nigger proof
I dress new, used to be
Right now, that's me and Cooch
Now I'm living day to day
Like every day's alright
Every night just wonderin' on my mind
I'm just waiting on that moment
Yeah, yeah
Waitin' on my moment
Yeah, yeah
You say you got that oh shit hell
Next time that's mine
'Cause as long as I stay husslin' I'm gon' shine
Just waitin' on that moment,
Yeah, yeah
Waitin' on my moment,
Yeah, yeah
13.Thug Soul
(Hook)
Yeah, we all bleed the same blood
And we beat on the same drum
It's not about where you at
It's all about where you come from
And I'mma keep on thugging till the day I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Verse)
Yeah, call me the kid that came up
Been through too much, can't forget where I came from
Weather I got 100 dollars or 100 mil
Living the Projects of Beverly Hills
I'm the same old G, money won't change me
I'm black, with your poor police gonna still hate me
I'm in the ghetto community with my other ya'll
Crackers wanna kill me like Zimmerman did Trayvon
'Cause I'm a black ass motherfucker like Akon
And that's why I still be moving like Avon
But Stringer told 'em we good, we don't need them spazi
Fuck you talking about, nigga？ I'm build them blacksies
Oh, you switching up？ Niggas be thinking they white
Oh, they really be thinking they white
Come on, man, for example look at Oprah
Still with us though she was white and she ain't talked over
(Hook)
Yeah, we all bleed the same blood
And we beat on the same drum
It's not about where you at
It's all about where you come from
And I'mma keep on thugging till the day I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Verse)
Told my brother our kids ain't growing up like we did
They not in the hood, one bedroom for three kids, remember that？
Now is three bedrooms for one kid
They husslin bay dog ,dog look at our crib
Made it out the Projects, shit was a miracle
It was rough but we didn't have roaches in our cereal
That's that ghost face shit, know what I mean？
We lived in the B's but our crib was clean, we had coffee
My mother died when I was 13
I was thinking about suicide when I was 13
I thought about it, surrounded by killers, hustlers and thieves
Wishing Martin Luther King could see all my negative dreams
I didn't wanna be Bo Jackson or Michael Jordan
I want it to be like niggas I saw banging at 4 in the morning
The gangsters, you know them, old G's old has
Grew up, realized them niggas ain't getting no grant, they broke
(Hook)
Yeah, we all bleed the same blood
And we beat on the same drum
It's not about where you at
It's all about where you come from
And I'mma keep on thugging till the day I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
14.Balling Out
Balling out
We balling out
Grounding up them hoes when we call 'em out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
We talk about, bitch we balling out
Balling out, Balling out, Balling out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
Balling out, Balling out
I can spend your whole life in a day
In the club, you never seen so many bottles of rozay
Bitch I'm ballin but your friends be tryin to fuck me
In the club all in my ass telling me I get there fuck me
Bitch I'm ballin, look at my big chain, nice watch
Been there the whole baby girl you can't tell me I ain't 2Pac
Bitch I'm ballin', oh I can hypnotize like Biggie did
Ye you bagging up, with 2 hard sticks
Butt naked, in my crib
Bitch I'm balling, oh I'm balling like LeBron James
Rick Ross, D Wave after they made that big tray
Bitch I'm balling, you see me riding around that masse'
Yesterday it was a bentley, tomorrow that ferrari
Bitch I'm balling
Balling out
We balling out
Grounding up them hoes when we call 'em out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
We talk about, bitch we balling out
Balling out, Balling out, Balling out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
Balling out, Balling out
Mister Chopper Don, when you hear that noise
Knock the wing of your bentley, man off your horse
You wanna see me locked, sentenced in the cell
But that's the rock on ice, diddy on my cell
Leaned off the loso, paid that
Touch keys, piano man, reject
This that purple lean, smoke that purple leth
Before I signed the label, build up for real seats
Bitch we ballin' up, it's that hurricane
Toss some benz on, shorty hide your brain
Drama on wheels, fuck the shorty
Nigga get money, fuck yoga
Balling out
We balling out
Grounding up them hoes when we call 'em out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
We talk about, bitch we balling out
Balling out, Balling out, Balling out
Buying out the board then we throw 'em out
Balling out, Balling out
15.Real Niggas Do
Yeah, death before dishonor
And you know we bringin death to niggas that dishonor that
(Hook)
I gotta go and kill this nigga, he sold us to the feds
That's just what real niggas do
I'ma shoot him and make sure his faggot ass dead
That's just what real niggas do
If I gotta kill this bitch, I'ma kill her, you dig？
That's just what real niggas do
I'ma throw that pretty bitch right over the brooklyn bridge
That's what she gets for being that nigga's boo
(Verse)
I don't like tim elbows and sammy the bull
I put my gun in they mouth and that trigger I pull
Like it's tellin, what part of the game is that？
You wanna be called the snitch, what kind of name is that？
That brooklyn bullshit, you know I'm audi
Had to kill a brooklyn nigga, 6 in the morning
He was about to brag, so his life god took it
Man I don't give a fuck if we both from brooklyn
I got 40 .40 cals, a hunnder hundred shots calicos
And about 44 .44's
My grandmoms know I be thugging
Ever since I was a young she couldn't tell me nothing
She used to say don't let them boys to kill you
I ain't got money to bury you, I said grandma I feel you
I said grannie, even if you did
I refuse to let them niggas push back my wig
I shot the kids so they shut the door up
She said boy you better go and shoot em all up
Police came, my grandma ain't tell them shit
She like fuck that, my grandson gonn handle that shit
Either when I got shot and they tried to make me snitch
My grandma start laughing like he ain't gonna tell you shit, and
I didn't!
She know I follow the code of the street
Even my grandma used to say fuck the police!
(Hook)
I gotta go and kill this nigga, he sold us to the feds
That's just what real niggas do
I'ma shoot him and make sure his faggot ass dead
That's just what real niggas do
If I gotta kill this bitch, I'ma kill her, you dig？
That's just what real niggas do
I'ma throw that pretty bitch right over the brooklyn bridge
That's what she gets for being that nigga's boo
(Verse)
Heard a nigga talking to the fall force
Gotta introduce him to the .44
Slide upon him in a volvo
Shoot him 10 times in slow mo
Deal get a rush when I open the jar
Ding in the park coke in the corn
Enemies got no hope when it's on
You get a hand shot if you go for it john
My mom and grandma, both of them gone
My old head mike shoot dope in his arm
You ain't never have to sell coke in the storm
Or how your door kicked in 4 in the morn'
Nah, real niggas doing rap beats
We put hands on them crack teeth
All these rap niggas act sweet
100 hot choppa in the backseat
21 when I fold the murder
I'm out brooklyn with uncle murda
I toss 40 if you want a birdie
I'm at the store, tryina take a 40
(Hook)
I gotta go and kill this nigga, he sold us to the feds
That's just what real niggas do
I'ma shoot him and make sure his faggot ass dead
That's just what real niggas do
If I gotta kill this bitch, I'ma kill her, you dig？
That's just what real niggas do
I'ma throw that pretty bitch right over the brooklyn bridge
That's what she gets for being that nigga's boo
16.Brother, Sister
I know this shawty who be huggin the block
He be beefin with his mom, he never met his pops
He the man of the house, he put food on the table
It be basic tv if he ain't paid for that cable
Fuck school, shawty ain't got no time for it
Rent money due, shawty gotta go grind for it
His mother a dope fiend with no teeth left
All she do is smoke up and run for your check
It's just him and his lil sister, they ain't left for dead
He make sure she in school every day lookin fresh
Perfect attendance, she ain't miss a day yet
She get 100 and 90's on all of her tests
He 17 and she 15
She wanna be a doctor, his sister got big dreams
3 years later they still at they mama crib
He 20, she 18, now she getting big
He still hustle in hard, put that work in
She in college now, she still a virgin
Go for 100 grams, he coped that after ticket
And shoot niggas now when I heard shawty be creepin
His sister beefin with some kis who talking bout they mother
Cause she ain't the one to holler
You know the motherfuckers
She said I've been towards to say that to my brother
He smacked on her ass told her go and get your brother
She pissed off that this nigga put his hands on her
She told her brother that his nigga put his hands on her
Now he loading up that 45 in the crib
Adrenaline rushing, about to go check the kid
He know who the kid is, the kid ain't soft
But that ain't stopped the effort, tryina go and blow his head
off
Now he going to the block that he be on
Burner out, he saw and tried to kill him
I mean, he almost got him but it ain't hit him
Duke was on point, pulled out and start spittin
The next day shawty back on that nigga block
I mean shawty on orphans, fuck beefin
Dude came outside so he shot some gay beefin
Told on shawty that's bitch all in the prison
And said shawty wanted for assault
Then 2 weeks later, he got caught
Damn, now his sister gonna pay the bills
This shit just got all the way real
And the same kid who smacked on her ass
Saw his brother locked up and she get beef with cash
He throwin money in her face she under pressure
Rent due and she gotta pay for her school semester
She don't wanna take it but she need it
Man her brother doing take years for shootin this nigga man
Ain't really wanna to shot him
And now his sister about to screw him
Damn she sleepin with the enemy
This nigga just took her virginity
How it turned out it was crazy
Would you believe she having this nigga's baby
She ain't tell her brother but he found out
You know niggas in the hood be running they mouth
She moved in with him and kicked they mother out
Her brother buggin out in jail, he flippin out
Huh, she don't write she don't visit
All the numbers he has for her, it's unlisted
Damn, wait till son come home
I'ma tell you the rest of the story
When son come home
Damn, wait till son come home
I'ma tell you the rest of the story
When son come home.
17.Money Man
They used to call me uncle murda
Now it's the money man, I get paper
The next day I walk round, with like 30 grand
You know I like the paper, on the most off
And my old G told me, that's not how it goes, dog
Boy you better stack your paper, when the feds come
You gonn need a good lawyer and money for bail, son
Them bitches ain't gonn be there for you
When it's fucked up
They rockin with your dear homie
Cause you they come up
So a nigga smarten up, I started listenin
Stop drinking all the most and start pimpin in
I don't pay they rent no more, that done been my shit
They the reason I'm at the louie store, buying fly shit
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm getting money
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm get money
They used to call me lil homie
Now it's big dog, I was nickle and a diamond
Now I get rick soft
They once call me number 2, cause I'm the shit dawg
Don't make me number one, y'all don't wanna see me pissed off
I don't know who to trust, niggas is shady
Bitch I had a called more, that is not my baby
I make it rain tonight, let's do a backflip
For my hard earned money bitches gotta do bad tricks
Talking bout that threesome, I did a foursome
They treat me like I'm a king, it felt awesome
They might be the effort but he gave me back nada
Soft vale layin about pipin his baby mama
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm getting money
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm get money
18.Peel Her Off
That money, money, that's what I'm here for
That money, money, that's what she here for
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I built an ark she shaking her sexy ass
She mad enough to buy her friend the big ass
Now I'm bailing off, in that range rover
I peel that paper off them when I get that baking soda
50 bottles on the table we stunting for real
I'm peeling off paying the bills, she popping the pills
Ecstasy is played out, she popping that molly
When I peel that banana clip watch this mugging get muggy
Oh I peeled her off, she bought a berkin bag
Now all them other girls that she working with mad
for you, like why y'all hating hoe,
Y'all looking for them broke niggas, she know who to shake it
for
Yeah I'ma peel her off, Lamborghini peeling off
I ain't even put the damn tag from the dealer off
Screaming fuck the law, that's why I break them off
Poppy got 100 bricks, yeah I'ma take em off
It's the murda team nigga and we came to ball
Throw that money in the sky and just watch it fall
I threw her red bottoms, I threw her chanel
You just threw her the hand do it some brand for a nail
She making it clap, she dropping it low
Bands ah make her dance so I covered the floor
I'm throwin the 50's, I'm throwin the 100's
We get money for real, them broke niggas just stuntin
That money, money, that's what I'm here for
That money, money, that's what she here for
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I peel her off, I peel her off, I peel her off,
I said she shake it for me, then I peel her off
You peeling off and I ain't take it off
I made them jerk it off yeah I made em jerk it off
Showed a little ass, sipped a little zam
Now he throwing me the cash, throwing me the cash
Money, money, money, that's what I'm here for
If you ain't talking bout that what you in my ear for
These niggas wanna break me off, bands, chains and break it some
Bet a whole 5 don't line them up
Had the murk scene come take that off
Bad bitches, is all I roll with
Niggas we don't need your money we can buy our own shit
Sexy bitches, with a lot of swag, niggas buy me cars without me
shaking my ass
I peeled her off cause I felt that ass is soft
So I peeled a couple more to make the peelsoft
She say you a murda team and I say why you call
You never heard of me, bitch I'm diddy bout to ball
So what's your call, for us to floor
Bb Lamborghini with the lipstick gloss
So you can pick and choose now the choice is yours
But think fast before the start peeling off
These niggas dead broke, and they dead soft
Me I'm peeling out I'm peeling off
I said I'm peeling off, I said I'm peeling off
You hear my engine going wroom wroom,
I said I'm peeling off.
19.I Love The Way
I love the way, the way she suck my dick
I love the way, the way she suck my dick
She don't even wanna fuck, she don't wanna fuck
She just wanna suck it, suck it till a nigga night
She a little nasty thing, a real freaky bitch
She want me to video tape it, while she eat the dick
Shawty's a professional, she's an expert
She sucking the shit out of my dick I knowin' her neck hurts
She ain't stoppin' till she taste and swallow my babies
She got the Megan good lips, uu that's my baby
And I ain't even gotta tell her to do it
She just unzipping my zipper and get right to it
And all I ever did was put it in her mouth
As I force I put it in she ain't want me to take it out
I never fucked her but I love her, she might be a specialist
We fifth ave shopping, I buy her expensive shit
Shit, I treat her like she my main chick
'Cause she be sucking the fame out a nigga dick
FYI she sucking so good,
Got her a crib in the city, took her out of the hood
We don't fight, we don't argue nah none of that shit
She don't care who I'm fucking, she sucking that dick
I love the way, the way she suck my dick
I love the way, the way she suck my dick
She don't even wanna fuck, she don't wanna fuck
She just wanna suck it, suck it till a nigga night
She a little nasty thing, a real freaky bitch
She want me to video tape it, while she eat the dick
They call her headhunter, AKA hot and slow
You there, the bitch suck a golf ball through a water hose
You there, she want you to stick it in every motherfucking holes
Stick it in her ear, stick it in her mouth
Stick it in every motherfucking hole in her motherfucking head
Ye, that's right, that's right bitch
You the head of your class, the head of your hood
You a headhunter, ye you know what it is
A nigga know what it feel like to get his dick sucked
Up under the motherfucking street light
I mean them niggas got their dick sucked in the back of a
motherfucking hole racket ass car far dope fiend
You know what it is, hot and slow
Bitch give me some head for some 35 dollars and some food stamps
bitch
Let me slide this EBG card down the crack of your ass
Bitch you know what it is, gimme some head
I love the way, the way she suck my dick
I love the way, the way she suck my dick
She don't even wanna fuck, she don't wanna fuck
She just wanna suck it, suck it till a nigga night
She a little nasty thing, a real freaky bitch
She want me to video tape it, while she eat the dick
20.Police Skit
Keep them camera off!
White boys man!
Tonight there was anger here in New York city, where 5 police
officers firing 15 rounds into a car last weekend and killing
one man wounding 2 others, the victims were black and unarmed.
A ground middle school student dead, shot by police.
Protesters in California are demanding answers after an
allegedly unarmed man was shot and killed by Anaheim police.
New York city police are interviewing potential witnesses and
trying to mitigate public anger after officers shot and killed
an unarmed man Thursday afternoon.
New tonight, family is suing after once county deputy fired more
than 100 shots to stop this one suspect.
The satanic police officer who shot an unarmed suspect in
Oakland isn't talking why he pulled the trigger.
You can see 22 year old Noel Polanco shaking hands, leaving his
job at the ice lounge story at around 5 this morning just
minutes before he was shot dead by police.
Right now a man is in the hospital after being shot by Houston
police, they thought he had a gun, turns out he wasn't armed at
all.
It seems that this is becoming more and more of a normal
occurrence. Now we have another young man being shot down, which
appears to be that he was unarmed and that they did not have a
warrant for his arrest.
He didn't have no gun, so whatever the police said their word
against ours so they always right, we always wrong.
21.Bang On Them
When I pull a thing on 'em, thing on 'em
You know I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
I ain't blood but I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
I ain't crip but I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
Now when I say fuck the police, say fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
I say ask 'em for a lawyer, don't tell 'em shit
I say ask 'em for a lawyer, don't tell 'em shit
Fuck the DA for trying to give me all that time
Fuck the DA for trying to give me all that time
Now tell the judge to suck my dick, say what？!
Now tell the judge to suck my dick, say what？!
Fuck the prison guards them niggas is pussy
Fuck the prison guards them niggas is pussy
But them CEO bitches is freaks
But them CEO bitches is freaks
Why the fuck the fewer in my fault
Why the fuck the fewer in my fault
I'm a smack the shit out my PO
I'm a smack the shit out my PO
When I pull a thing on 'em, thing on 'em
You know I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
I ain't blood but I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
I ain't crip but I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
Now when I say fuck the police, say fuck the police
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Fuck the feds outsmart the niggas think they is
Fuck the feds outsmart the niggas think they is
It's them niggas that be right that making 'em smart
It's them niggas that be right that making 'em smart
Fuck the system, they be doing niggas dirty
Fuck the system, they be doing niggas dirty
Er'thing is about a dollar (it's political)
Er'thing is about a dollar
Fuck them traffic cops who be writing tickets (fuck 'em)
Fuck them traffic cops who be writing tickets (they pussy)
Them motherfuckers towed my car
Them motherfuckers towed my car
Oh I'm a beat them niggas up with a bat
Oh I'm a beat them niggas up with a bat
When I pull a thing on 'em, thing on 'em
You know I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
I ain't blood but I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
I ain't crip but I'm a bang on 'em, bang on 'em
22.Nightmares
(Hook)
All these niggas snitchin now I'm getting nightmares
All these dead presidents, I'm getting nightmares
All these bodies on my block, I'm getting nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
From them nightmares, from them nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
From them nightmares, from them nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
(Verse)
These nightmares come from me bein so grimy
Still dream about them niggas I killed in the 90's
Just knocked off 3 bricks of that butter
Had a dream the kid I served was an undercover
They kickin in my door, wavin them 16's
The police is freddie kruger in my dreams
Had a dream that wifey had called the cops on me
Woke up beefin like she really called the cops on me
Had a dream my man was broke when I was rich
This nigga jail need for 14 bricks
The next day I'm schemin on him
Got the 40 on me thinking bout squeezin on him
I'm getting too much money, I'm getting paranoic
Every car that get behind me I think it's the boys
Awesome niggas people that I hate
Tryina run on me like murda we ain't forget
(Hook)
All these niggas snitchin now I'm getting nightmares
All these dead presidents, I'm getting nightmares
All these bodies on my block, I'm getting nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
From them nightmares, from them nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
From them nightmares, from them nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
(Verse)
I had a nightmare, I was in my new bugatti
And some niggas waiting for me in my homeway lobby
So I grabbed the 40 and the brand new shottie
Guess what I'ma do, nigga I'ma catch a body
I heard bejamin tellin jackson I'm the 5
It don't matter, for the g's I'ma ride till I die
Call me hell boy, gusslin hellfire
And in my sleep I slap box with Michael Meyers
I had another dream, I ain't beat my gun charge
My man let me do 10, now I'm in the yard
Cutting bloods, creeps, and even prison guards
Juggernaut, I ram his head through the prison bars
I had a dream, nothing like Luther King
Killed a nigga in jail to get me life in the pen
Now I walk around lookin like an animal
Shackled down, mask on, lookin like hannibal
(Hook)
All these niggas snitchin now I'm getting nightmares
All these dead presidents, I'm getting nightmares
All these bodies on my block, I'm getting nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
From them nightmares, from them nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
From them nightmares, from them nightmares
Wake up in the cold sweat, from them nightmares
23.Real Only
We up in this club, turning up this party
That sign on that front door say
Real niggas only, real niggas only, real niggas only
That sign on that front door say real niggas only
We up in this club, turning up this party
That sign on that front door say real bitches only
Real bitches only, real bitches only
That sign on that front door say
Real bitches only.
You blind, nigga, fuck and read that sign nigga
It's real niggas, real goons, how the fuck you get inside nigga
Your ego and your pride nigga
That's gonn make you die nigga
When the war's on, and them heaters drawn
Y'all bitch niggas run and hide nigga
We the realest niggas that's in the room
Realest niggas that's in the room
My wolves out and they hollering
Like they seen the full moon
Them reaal niggas miss real shit
That real shit that they could ride to
So this real talk from a real nigga
My real voice and no autotune
I'm a shut em down, I'm a shut em down
It's a real nigga here, it's a fake nigga there
It's a gun right here and I'm a gun him down
It's a new jack city free t bow brown
Ride this too, we run this town
I was feelin like JFK, when I left that lot
I dropped my top, down
Why all real niggas all locked down
Runnin from the feds all underground
Got a 100 rounds drum with a thunder sound
Bang, bang, man down
Salute me nigga or stand down
Salute me nigga or stand down
We up in this club and we gonn tear this whole bitch down!
We up in this club, turning up this party
That sign on that front door say
Real niggas only, real niggas only, real niggas only
That sign on that front door say real niggas only
We up in this club, turning up this party
That sign on that front door say real bitches only
Real bitches only, real bitches only
That sign on that front door say
Real bitches only.
I'm a real bitch, I don't fuck with you fake hoes
Your fake nails, your fake hair, them eye lids and them fake
clothes
My matrix red or blue pill,
Giuseppe shoes or red heels
My body right and it's full of curves
And I ain't never hit no treadmill
You ain't real nigga, you a combo
I show you real with a phone cord
I have murda and the murda team
Come out here and murder all y'all
What's your name, I never heard of ya
You getting real money, then buy the bar
Please do me a favor, please keep the ice
Got all that in my audemar
Plus time is money, stop wasting it
You a real nigga, put your face in it
Watch a real bitch put a waist in it
Now that's real shit, is you tastin it
I'm the best you ever had trackin in
Get your ray jay on, start tapin it
Or you the baker boy, I heard you cakin it
But I seen nigga stash, you fakin it
Just look at me, I'm so real
My closet worth at least 4 mill
When that Nas bag I just bought
I could have went in both 4 wheels
Alexander mcqueen hoe, murda team my team hoe
What you know about this scooter there's 10 racks in my jeans
hoe
We up in this club, turning up this party
That sign on that front door say
Real niggas only, real niggas only, real niggas only
That sign on that front door say real niggas only
We up in this club, turning up this party
That sign on that front door say real bitches only
Real bitches only, real bitches only
That sign on that front door say
Real bitches only.
24.Candy Yams
(Hook)
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
(Verse)
I'm in the hood where they all doing day yo
Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda or maino
Certain people don't wanna hear nothing
Like fuck all them niggas, pigs still runnin
I go extra hard whenever the beat's on
I sound like Nas when he had the fatigues on
Me and NYPD don't get along
I'm on the radio, they kids is singing my songs
I don't care if she a model, a stripper or an actress
I'm tryina get it poppin with all my mattress
I've been back in the still out
I was 15 in the tellie before flexin tuck chill out
You can learn something from me
I can teach you how to man up, not how to dougie
See everybody lives but not everybody dies
Look at Michael Jackson, Biggie and Pac, we still keep em alive
(Hook)
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
(Verse)
I'm in the hood where they all doing day
Who really run brooklyn, uncle murda, fab or café？
Certain people don't wanna hear nothing
Like fuck all them niggas, pigs still runnin
I'm mason he was dancing with diddy
All eyes on me now I'm runnin the city
These rappers had they chance but they ain't get busy
Tell the east coast, we back, we found the new biggie
Chris Lighty don't dance but that's my diddy
He say he gonn mark at me like the old 50
This sound like a dre beat for my lil man did it
This shit not make you do the gwap
I smoked one these lil rappers don't play with me
I'm feelin like dmx, I need y'all to pray for me
Look, these rappers can't see me maine
I'm the new version of krs one mc shane
(Hook)
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
(Verse)
I'm in the hood, where they all doin day yo
Who the realest nigga in the game, uncle murda or maino
Rap niggas still tryina be what they ain't go
Fuck with me, I smack the tube socks off his ankles
The realest nigga in it, in a minute, shoots out in broad day
Me and murda gonn finish
No matter how I move, they gonn still say I'm troublesome
Rappers just soft, chew em up, bubble gum
Like cookies in a bag, crumble them
The last time I got mad, they saw the devil come
Black benz, white porsche, I been willim lately
I be rollin so hard making mama hate me
One drama lately, but niggas petrified
Scared to death, hold they breath while I'm comin by
Niggas french fry, food off 1 dollar menu
They ain't about that life, we've been tryina tell you!
(Hook)
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
This is bananas, I'm goin ham
These niggas is sweet, candy yams
Bunch of beloneys, cast they mood like
Man they ain't bustin a grape in the food fight
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