Meek Mill – What’s Free Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
You know what free is, nigga?

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin’ my money, I’ll need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin’ stray shots
Been a top dog, that’s before the K-Dots
Crackin’ in ’06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin’ like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin’ on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people, you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain’t nothin’ but a bitch
Hangin’ pictures like niggas swingin’ from his dick
We so different, you thought these didn’t exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I’m from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin’ the pavement, I pray I’m illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody’s favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we count ’em and up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming “gang gang,” now you wanna rat
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin’ like I trap
20 mill’ in cash, they know I got that off of rap
Maybe it’s the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, in a way they got my back, uh
See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I won’t snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I’m sellin’ crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts
Tell him how we fundin’ all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin’ all these wars, stoppin’ violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh, say can you see, I don’t feel like I’m free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin’ that gavel, turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin’ a wheelie, my people march through the city
From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin’, soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin’ like Bad Boy in ’94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain’t busy
That’s five milli’ in twenties, sit up and count ’til I’m dizzy
Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin’ or rappin’? I might just pop up with Drizzy like

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man, I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that’s my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uh
Since most of my niggas won’t ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s DNA, uh
I ain’t one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C’mon, man)
My route better, of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took niggas’ sense of pride, now how that’s free?
And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
I ain’t got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praised in Billboard, but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like, “Is you dumb?”
To this day, Grandma ‘fraid what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me, Grandmama, I’m not they slave
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre
Rappin’ style used by me, the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain’t Nair free
Enjoy your chains, what’s your employer name with the hairpiece?
I survived the hood, can’t no Shaytan rob me
My accountant’s so good, I’m practically livin’ tax free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That’s a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin’ me, I don’t jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving,” shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free, all of y’all callin’ out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I’m salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can’t ignore the hand speed
On god, it’s off the head, this improv but it’s no comedy
Sign I fail, hell nah
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha

Modo – Beard Gang lyrics

[Hook]
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Yo
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Modo
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Uh
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang

[Verse 1]
Uh, come out the barbershop looking like money
Don’t gotta talk I let my beard talk for me
Ain’t no guy slicker than this young fly mister
Got the thigh tickler she love when I kiss her yo
So put your game down party like me
All I drink is long island iced tea, uh
And tonight we going inny-in-in
Longer than the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin
Beard gang representative oh we came to get it in
American dream baby Dan Bilzerian
Bad Boy yeah I’m all about the benjamins
And I’m dapper down we extraordinary gentlemen

[Chorus]
Oh, they said I got it going on
My beard game on strong
I heard only the great ones grow em
So somebody hand me my comb

[Hook]
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang

[Verse 2]
Oh you mad you can’t get one yet, uh huh
You still waiting on that sh** to connect, uh huh
Well don’t you worry don’t you worry child, uh huh
Beard gang gone be here for a while, yow
Girl I heard you into facial hair
She’s like “I heard you into interracial” yeah?
So let’s get crazy, have a mixed baby
And go and give a finger to a racist a**, oh
Ball player man I should be in a duggout
You already know the beards make the women come out
We about to bug out, my homie pull a blunt out
We smoking and drinking all night until we run out

[Chorus]
Oh, they said I got it going on
My beard game on strong
Staring at the front cam of my phone
Like, somebody hand me my comb

[Hook]
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang

[Bridge]
Aye young man your sh** starting to show,
Let it grow, let it grow
Couple of months it’s getting out of control
Let it go, let it go
Your mom wants you to cut it well just tell her no
Tell her no, tell her no
We ain’t stopping until it’s hitting the floor
Let it flow, let it flow

[Hook]
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang
Beard Gang, it’s a beard thang

[Outro]
Man, don’t bring your girl around
When the beard gang’s in town, no
I said don’t bring your girl around
When the beard gang’s in town, no
Man, don’t bring your girl around
When the beard gang’s in town, no
I said don’t bring your girl around
When the beard gang’s in town, no

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Diamond Teeth Samurai lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
Aye, they might could do it better
I ain’t trippin’ off all that shit

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson, ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cook somethin’ nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (well bust somethin’ nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (well look here, front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha

[Verse 1]
Whole lotta killing, Helter Skelter like I’m Charles Manson
These niggas hatin’ now keep that hammer, all these diamonds dancin’
Me and Meek Mill watchin’ movies in Rick Ross’ mansion
You disrespect, I up the TEC and let you niggas have it
23 shots, Lebron James I shoot the cavalier
These niggas speakin’ on my name I’ma get it clear
When they shot, they aimed for my brain but I’m still here
I’m a Bad Boy, never met Diddy but that’s what it is

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson, ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cook somethin’ nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (well bust somethin’ nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (well look here, front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha

[Verse 2]
I’m in the all white Porsche wit’ Fee ridin’ through Hollygrove
Discussin’ ’bout what it’s gon’ take to get them birds gone
Say “look, lil’ daddy,” I ain’t your whoadie, make me bust your dome
Got a 100 shots up in the Caddy while I’m headed home
My lil’ hitter quiet like Slim, we gon’ shoot above the rim
We gon’ pop ’em when we see ’em, whip his pockets ‘fore we kill ’em
We got the police on our trail, so we runnin’ when we see ’em
Don’t wanna front us no heroin, we gon’ rob ’em when we see ’em, bitch
Police hit our stash house but we ain’t closing shop
They got some niggas movin’ work to stay right up the block
Knock on the door, I need a zone yeah I got the guap
Soon as he open up the door, he gon’ see the Glock

[Chorus]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cook somethin’ nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (well bust somethin’ nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (well look here, front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha

NBA YoungBoy – Diamond Teeth Samurai

[Intro]
Aye
Aye, they might could do it better
I ain’t trippin’ off all that shit

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 1]
Whole lotta killing, Helter Skelter like I’m Charles Manson
These niggas hatin’ now keep that hammer, all these diamonds dancin’
Me and Meek Mill watchin’ movies in Rick Ross mansion
You disrespect, I up the TEC and let you niggas have it
23 shots, Lebron James I shoot the cavalier
These niggas speakin’ on my name I’ma get it clear
When they shot, they aimed for my brain but I’m still here
I’m a Bad Boy, never met Diddy but that’s what it is

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 2]
I’m in the all white Porsche wit’ [?] ridin’ through Hollygrove
Discussin’ ’bout what it’s gon’ take to get them birds gone
Say "look, look daddy," I ain’t your wardie make me bust your dome
Got a 100 shots up in the Caddy while I’m headed home
My lil’ hitter quiet like Slim, we gon’ shoot above the rim
We gon’ pop ’em when we see ’em
Whip his pockets ‘fore we kill ’em
We got the police on our trail, so we runnin’ when we see ’em
Don’t wanna front us now run, we gon’ rob ’em when we see ’em, bitch
Police hit our stash house but we ain’t closing shop
They got some niggas movin’ work to stay right up the block
Knock on the door, I need a zone yeah I got the guap
Soon as he open up the door, he gon’ see the Glock

[Chorus]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

2Pac – Bomb First

Suge Shot Me
In today’s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact ’cause of the new album;
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli’s verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why’d they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But released this statement:
It’s not about East or West
It’s about niggas and bitches, power and money,
Riders and punks. Which side are you on?
These niggas is still fuckin’ talkin?
You niggas still breathin? fuckin’ roaches, aight
Aight, it’s the Raid for your cockroaches
It’s the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo’ ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it!
Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu’Ran
Niggas get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun’s next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin’ plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes ’cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I’m tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dope fiend’s titty, huh
In every city you’ll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare
I’m right there; my every word, a fuckin’ nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em
Cut ’em down.. to Hell is where we send ’em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I’m not gon’ cry
Me – a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper ’til I’m gone
Thug Life runnin’ through my veins so I’m strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let’s get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas but I’m not gon’ cry
I’m a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin’ out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don’t deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin’ right behind ya
Should’ve never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first!
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to fight tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
For so many days and some many ways we’ve been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nothin’ to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it’s Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you’ll never do
And that’s ride for the cause
Yes I’ll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I’ma leave this bitch
Yo I’m dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh’fuckin’ Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain’t in this rap game, for the motherfuckin’ cash mayne
Then what is your motherfuckin’ purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That’s until the day, I decided to bomb first biatch!
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin’ massive terror, y’all niggas lack, you ain’t thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin’ fairy tales dunn
"King of New York, " like you the motherfuckin one?
But I’m from Jerz and we don’t play that shit
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it’s hard
Tryin’ to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv’
With no warnin’ signs, ’cause yo my man took five
Now I’m the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin’
Don’t want to hear no shit this evenin’, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first

2Pac – Bomb First (Without Intro)

Suge Shot Me
In today’s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact ’cause of the new album;
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli’s verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why’d they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But released this statement:
It’s not about East or West
It’s about niggas and bitches, power and money,
Riders and punks. Which side are you on?
These niggas is still fuckin’ talkin?
You niggas still breathin? fuckin’ roaches, aight
Aight, it’s the Raid for your cockroaches
It’s the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo’ ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it!
Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu’Ran
Niggas get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun’s next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin’ plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes ’cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I’m tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dope fiend’s titty, huh
In every city you’ll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare
I’m right there; my every word, a fuckin’ nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em
Cut ’em down.. to Hell is where we send ’em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I’m not gon’ cry
Me – a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper ’til I’m gone
Thug Life runnin’ through my veins so I’m strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let’s get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas but I’m not gon’ cry
I’m a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin’ out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don’t deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin’ right behind ya
Should’ve never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first!
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to fight tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
For so many days and some many ways we’ve been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nothin’ to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it’s Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you’ll never do
And that’s ride for the cause
Yes I’ll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I’ma leave this bitch
Yo I’m dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh’fuckin’ Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain’t in this rap game, for the motherfuckin’ cash mayne
Then what is your motherfuckin’ purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That’s until the day, I decided to bomb first biatch!
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin’ massive terror, y’all niggas lack, you ain’t thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin’ fairy tales dunn
"King of New York, " like you the motherfuckin one?
But I’m from Jerz and we don’t play that shit
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it’s hard
Tryin’ to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv’
With no warnin’ signs, ’cause yo my man took five
Now I’m the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin’
Don’t want to hear no shit this evenin’, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first

2Pac – This Life I Lead (feat. Young Noble & Napoleon) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

[Intro: 2Pac]
In this motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
And crooked cops
We still ride though
What side? Westside

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Movin’ my tapes in major ways, ‘cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They runnin’ off at the mouth ’til I fill it up with my pump
They jump, my automatic keep ’em wary
Why you frontin’ like you Billy Badass? Nigga, you scary
I’ve been knowin’ you for years
We was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin’ to kill, and you was ready to die
While you bullshittin’, niggas was dyin’ and catchin’ cases
Bustin’ my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
Leavin’ no trace, they see my face and they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I’m never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I’ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die
It’s not the way I wanna live, my nigga, it’s how it is
Homie got into a fight last night that killed his kids

[Hook: 2Pac]
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers ’til we die
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers
‘Til we die, in this life I lead

[Verse 2: Young Noble]
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me, dawg
For the family I’ll send that ass straight to God
In this life I lead, I seen the most of my 23 years
When vision is blurry, the money is clear
Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin
And when Nob’ on the road, I’m extremely cautious
It happen that fast, split second you gone
At the top of my tombstone put "Nob’ was raw"
Outlaw ’til I’m under the floor, for Kadafi the Prince
I stack dough like I clocked all the bricks
With a watch on my wrist, dawg, I know the time these days
We Outlawz, we gon’ die this way nigga (nigga)
We already in the history books, ‘Pac made sure of that
Whatever you took, we takin’ it back
You know it’s all for the foundation
Outlawz, we still buildin’ the Thug Nation; holla at ya homie!

[Hook: 2Pac]
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers ’til we die
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers
‘Til we die, in this life I lead

[Verse 3: Napoleon]
It ain’t nothin’ but in-between nuts, oxygen is gettin’ hot
Got a problem, old fag-ass nigga, kick rocks
*Bin Laden* on the phone and that nigga talkin’ crazy
I don’t know who to blame, him or *Bush* for killin’ babies
I’m a New Jerz’ Devil, the street, creative rebel
Only got one shot to produce on every level
This is bags I must, go the max I must
Nigga, I came from not much, so money I clutch
Uh-uh, Napoleon the strength of the strong-arm
When they think they was in the right
I prove they movin’ wrong
I’m a hardcore product of the ghetto
Been blessed fo’ sho’ to eat from out the ghetto
I maneuver, in the right lane, quick to push back brains
Switchin’ to the left lane, I’m playin’ my hands
And I’m plottin’ on the fortune, it’s gettin’ hot and scorchin’
I’m diggin’ like a scorpion that torture they enemies

[Hook: 2Pac]
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers ’til we die
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers
‘Til we die, in this life I lead

[Verse 4: Kastro]
Now with this Outlaw lifestyle that I been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer
Steady seducin’ us and now I’m all for it
This the life for me and the law can’t spoil it
So you can call it what the fuck you want
But I’m a ballin’ alcholic with a sawed-off pump
My momma ain’t raised no punk; and neither did ‘Pac
So when it jump off, I breathe for Yak’
Been puttin’ in work, so I walk with a bop
And it ain’t safe at home, so I sleep with a Glock (no mistakes)
Thug livin’, uhh, what the fuck’d be better?
I do my dirt with the family so we dyin’ together

[Verse 5: E.D.I.]
We on a mission for mo’, gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain’t fuckin’ with you most
Just crooks and niggas about they flow
Tryin’ to live Godzilla
E.D.I. went from a Bad Boy to an anybody killer
Look out, wanted man, guns in hand, stand firm
Nuts and my pride, now let’s burn
Bound to the fam going down swingin’
Holding my ground, now we the last ones breathin’
Won’t stop until we even deep in the trenches
So many killings it’s senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin’ motherfuckers, get your money, sing along

[Hook: 2Pac]
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers ’til we die
In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G’s, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch ’em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers
‘Til we die, in this life I lead

[Outro: 2Pac]
This motherfuckin’ life I lead, nigga
You know what time it is
Westside, Death Row
(Dogg Pound) e’rybody killer
Bad Boy killer, So So Def killer
Thug Life, Death Row
E’rybody killer; fuck all y’all niggas!
If it ain’t Westside, nigga, it ain’t poppin’
That’s on my mama

Yung Booke – Stand Up (feat. Nick Grant & Kap G)

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
Posted up right in the trenches
The OGs was teaching us lessons
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho [?] caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got war scars all on my back from being backstabbed so fuck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
Fuck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that shit back to your block
You a fuckin’ sell out nigga

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 3: Kap G]
I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred Latinos
I got your main bitch at home on my other line
Fuck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
Fuck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

Stand up – Yung Booke feat. Nick Grant lyrics

Lyrics Yung Booke – Stand up

Posted up right in the trenches
The OG was teaching, I listened
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho .. caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got old scars all on my back from being backstabbed so f*ck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended.(stand up)

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
f*ck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that s**t back to your block
You a f*ckin’ sell out nigga.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera.

I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred ..
I got your main b***h at home on my other line
f*ck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
f*ck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine.

Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, f*ck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, versuri-lyrics.info
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on cameraaa.
Yung Booke lyrics
Video up

Vic Mensa – Heathens Freestyle

[Hook: Tyler Joseph]
All my friends are heathens take it slow
Wait for hem to ask you who you know
Please don’t make any sudden moves
You don’t know the half of the abused

[Verse: Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no limits
It wasn’t always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a vest
We packing like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes grown jaded
They killed my brother dead, wonder why I’d be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could’ve been the one with that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed

I still feel violence, I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there’s 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W lobby
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon’ say pull your pants up
Since you in the county they don’t want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your Benz up
I find it funny how, I’m getting money now
Them girls don’t treat me like an ugly duckling now
The same ones used to laugh at my TC
Now it’s me and Perrie, ‘scuse my French but they fucking now
That’s why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the tour bus
It’s very simple you can walk if you don’t bust
Papi my brothers so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I’ve been with heathens but I’ve earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I’m too pretty for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a little ice

But y’all know me, I don’t rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, that’s how I’m shining
Big broach homie, it was all about timing
So every roll call I make sure I’m signed in
Wait til they find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I’m Mario Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas shootin’ I’m firin’
Please don’t even speak to me about stylin’
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I’m from the Chi where they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha wallet

Tell ’em "these heathens leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez he’s leaking
Get him to the church he gon’ need a deacon"
Running like DMC’s Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la vida
Outta’ this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don’t want your girl, cut her off like fetus
Abort this track ’till a beat ain’t breathing
Bitch!