CyHi The Prynce – God Bless Your Heart

[Verse 1]
I’m on the come up
Jump up, I pick my gun up
Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
That’s just how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a bunch of
On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass
I’m bumping young bloods ([?])
Feel like I’m hitchhiking
Every flow is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit ’til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
‘Cause like ornaments on trees
That’s just how we was hung up
One love
MTV, this is unplugged
Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
From crafting double entendres
The child of Coleman and Tanya
Just a gap-toothed genius
Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
Twist up this ganja ’til I go over yonder
They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since ‘Ye lived in the [?]
Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
Yeah, God bless your heart

[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered like Ceaser said
"No time, Felicia," that’s what the overachiever said
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that’s what your teacher said
I wrote everything in red ’cause that’s what Jesus said
My thesis read
My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that’s what the preacher plead
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that’s what Yeezus said
Until you — reach the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed
A fiending son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
‘Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad
Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
Flipping half
I like my cars and my women fast
Bitches love my presence ’cause I got the Gift of Gab
My matriarch low mileage, I APR
I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
It’s ’bout your lineage, show ’em I’m not your guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids
Not out of wedlock
Never had a scared pops
Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop
I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not
A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
Just a bunch of big dummies Lemus the red fox
And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
By the best friend had me calling collect home
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
It ain’t her fault, I was misguided and lead on
Huh, but I ain’t tripping

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
God bless your heart

No Malice – Let’s Die

This I beg of thee;
Miss not ye forest for the tree
Melanin of the skin was never to supersede
Or undermine the fact it is He who chose to bleed
I don’t do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
‘I’m the new Death Row’ by myself no reprieve
It’s like I can’t wait to die for these beliefs
Ooh careful you don’t wanna speak death upon ya
Unless the Spirit like a dove has come to rest upon ya!
Fear not but I’m scared for those who hear not
Any and everyone who fall within earshot
Henceforth the proverbial BUCK here stops
At least wit me see I’m all out of tear drops
3 o’clock all types of demonic ish
The spirit cookin bumpin heads wit Abramavic
Never mind a snitch cause here where da problem is
All you drug dealers think you anonymous
Ya give em Truth but they rather live a lie;
Got me feelin like why I even try?
The Blood’s against you!
I only hope to see em’ on the other side but if not tell me why I ain’t surprised
The Blood’s against you!
The truth come for everyone even I
But some things I ain’t lettin’ slide
The Blood’s against you!
Let em run all they want they can’t hide
Now all I got to say is Let’s Die!
Read my lips
When I say hell is forever; won’t til I tried to tell niggas gotta do better
That the snake came for my head Donatella
Will of God for my life I can’t beat it’s acapella
It’s all a set up, everything that we idolize
Up to our necks in that all white like a bride
Million dollar deals and still I ain’t bat an eye
Makes me the Realest Rapper Alive!
You new guys I understand ya pain
You Went so long without now this world handing you fame
If you don’t know cause we ain’t teach you all of us to blame
Since they so well dressed let em wear some of this shame
That explain a day & age with no leaders
Had to do it by myself; no features
All I’m sayin is don’t die for no sneakers
That’s from remakin album covers w/ no Jesus!
Ya give em Truth but they rather live a lie;
Got me feelin like why I even try?
The Blood’s against you!
I only hope to see em’ on the other side but if not tell me why I ain’t surprised
The Blood’s against you!
The truth come for everyone even I
But some things I ain’t lettin’slide
The Blood’s against you!
Let em run all they want they can’t hide
Now all I got to say is Let’s Die!

Juicy J – Freaky (feat. A$Ap Rocky & Suicideboys) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
Damn Davis
Drop that bitch
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Play me some of that $uicide Pimpin’
Juicemane, A$AP Rocky, $UICIDEBOY$
Y’all know what it is
Let’s go

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch, you know I like that freaky shit
I love a freaky bitch (get naked)
Just get nasty for a nigga
Bitch, I’m filthy rich
Don’t stop, pop that pussy
Make that money, baby (get money)
Fuck that conversation
Make them niggas compensate ya’
I’m in Magic City
I’m grabbin’ ass and titties (always)
I’m leaving King Of Diamonds
All them bitches leaving with me
Can’t fuck in Tennessee
Bet them bitches remember me
I smoke a mild and make them
Pop a bean and drink that Hennessy
Hennything is possible
I got a lot to blow
White girls own a lot of blow
That’s a lot of snow (cocaine)
Bitches love to bust it open
That’s just what you gotta know
You ain’t tryna pop it, hoe
Bitch, you know you gotta go
Cause down south girls love to

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
From the south
She got weed for sale
Fix your weave and nails
Out the house
She got lean for sale
Pink codeine and syrup
In the drought
Come fuck free, for real
But for me it’s still on the house
I get it cheap for real
Without a re, you tell (run your mouth)
Hop in my vehicle
I put the d in tail
Burning out
I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12
200 miles, cuz’ if I see the twelve
My speed won’t leave a trail
Don’t turn around
Cuz if I, if I, if I see the jail
Then I won’t see you girl
If I, if I, if I meet your friend
Then I won’t need you girl
If you, if you, if you give me threesome shit
Then I won’t leave you girl
You gotta go, if you shy to ride a stripper pole
There it go, real niggas know
Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
(Down on the floor)
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
Aye
Ruby da, Ruby da, Ruby da
Aye
I was [?] on that margarette
You thought that she was hard to get
Then when she wanted something, yeah, I bought her it
Ruby beat the pussy with a bat, yeah, he slaughter it
Cuttin’ up like back in fucking class, but I’m smarter, bitch
Curve a fucking hoe cuz’ she a duck and no, I want no part of it
It’s still fuck a hoe, she think my dick some sort of parlour trick
It’s still run a whore over with the foreign drip
Ask her how the tires fuckin’ taste, yeah, that’s the start, lil bitch
Ruby got the big body Benz, ain’t no parking it
She wants them kids inside her pussy, but there ain’t no parking it, ah

[Verse 4: $crim]
Slob on my knob, lil bitch, do your job
Suck it with the skin, where you fuck the whole team
Rob you out your pockets, whistle up the code
All my partners dipped in gold, hit my little bottom bitch
Lesbo in the closet, still bouncing like hydraulics
Six-four knocking, all these hoes like Death Row ’94
Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls
Skinny savage pimp with a mink coat, walking with a limp
Cut-throat, rocket play dead, Uncle Juicemane
Still fuck a hoe, and that’s going to the grave
That’s going to the grave

Meek Mill – Contagious (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
See what it is, they don’t know a rock from a diamond
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, motherfucker

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ugh! I pull in your hood in a brand new Wraith (like skrr)
Tell your bitch "Fall back, nigga", we ain’t got no space
And your bitch ain’t bad, nigga, you ain’t go no taste
And everybody want to be the king like the deck ain’t got no ace
Half of my bitches they richer than me
Hoes that you payin’, I’m hittin’ for free
I used to pass up on that pussy, my nigga
You payin’ that thot just to give her some D
God damn, God damn
I’m with a white bitch named Roxanne
And she ain’t home yet cause she got a plan
And y’all hatin’ niggas can’t shake my hand

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Migo and Meek Milly got stacks in the ceiling
I got money ties all the way up through Philly
I’m fuckin’ your bitch and she from Puerto Rico
The plug is a papí, he send me the kilo
I hop on the jet, then I fly out to Vegas
Link up with the mob in Reno
Paparazzi, they flash and stare
And I pull out McLaren, I hop out Giuseppe toe
Young nigga, they know that QC the new Death Row
I’m in the kitchen cookin’ antidote (I’m cookin’ it)
Lookin’ down on a fuck nigga
Cause a young nigga on a top ropes
Now everybody wanna take a picture
Now that young nigga’s worth seven figures
Step out that vault and I’m countin’ millions
Thankin’ the Lord for the M&M’s

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 3: Offset]
My migo, my vato, go check out my bio
Got bricks comin’ in from Ohio
I’m in North Philly, I meet with Meek Milly
We tryna make millies off trappin’ the chicken
You run up on me, you need Geico insurance
I run to the money, got plenty endurance
I shop overseas and you shoppin’ on clearance
Spent 500K for my appearance
Offset a magician at work, I’m a wizard
Smokin’ on loud so niggas don’t hear me
Pussy ass nigga, you sweeter than cinnamon
Thankin’ the Lord while I count up blue Benjamins
Sippin’ on Actavis, don’t need a chaser
QC is the label, we fuck with Dreamchasers
My niggas they actin’ a fool, but this is not actin’
The money, it runnin’ my generation

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Mason Margeilla, got dope on the tip of my toe
Got rich off a pot and the stove
Breakin’ and droppin’ in designer clothes
Cappin’ trap out the back door of the bando
My plug is a migo, pull up on banana boat
F&N splittin’ your head like a cantaloupe
Papparazzi flashin’, pull out that Camaro
Damn, I mean camera, white girl from Canada
No, I’m not Tommy Lee but I got Pamela
In the back of the Maybach changin’ channels
Lightin’ the block up like Christmas candles
Bustin’ my women, my ceilin’ is panorama
OG gas bag on my back like I’m Santa
Droppin’ up four in the one liter Fanta
Workin’ it, flippin’ that dope with a spatula
I flex in the chopper, you niggas are amateurs

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off bustin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

No Malice – Let’s Die (Let The Dead Bury The Dead Album)

[Verse 1]
This I beg of thee;
Miss not ye forest for the tree
Melanin of the skin was never to supersede
Or undermine the fact it is He who chose to bleed
I don’t do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
‘I’m the new Death Row’ by myself no reprieve
It’s like I can’t wait to die for these beliefs
Ooh careful you don’t wanna speak death upon ya
Unless the Spirit like a dove has come to rest upon ya!
Fear not but I’m scared for those who hear not
Any and everyone who fall within earshot
Henceforth the proverbial BUCK here stops
At least wit me see I’m all out of tear drops
3 o’clock all types of demonic ish
The spirit cookin bumpin heads wit Abramavic
Never mind a snitch cause here where da problem is
All you drug dealers think you anonymous

[Chorus]
Ya give em Truth but they rather live a lie;
Got me feelin like why I even try?
The Blood’s against you!
I only hope to see em’ on the other side but if not tell me why I ain’t surprised
The Blood’s against you!
The truth come for everyone even I
But some things I ain’t lettin’ slide
The Blood’s against you!
Let em run all they want they can’t hide
Now all I got to say is Let’s Die!

[Verse 2]
Read my lips
When I say hell is forever; won’t til I tried to tell niggas gotta do better
That the snake came for my head Donatella
Will of God for my life I can’t beat it’s acapella
It’s all a set up, everything that we idolize
Up to our necks in that all white like a bride
Million dollar deals and still I ain’t bat an eye
Makes me the Realest Rapper Alive!
You new guys I understand ya pain
You Went so long without now this world handing you fame
If you don’t know cause we ain’t teach you all of us to blame
Since they so well dressed let em wear some of this shame
That explain a day & age with no leaders
Had to do it by myself; no features
All I’m sayin is don’t die for no sneakers
That’s from remakin album covers w/ no Jesus!

[Chorus]
Ya give em Truth but they rather live a lie;
Got me feelin like why I even try?
The Blood’s against you!
I only hope to see em’ on the other side but if not tell me why I ain’t surprised
The Blood’s against you!
The truth come for everyone even I
But some things I ain’t lettin’slide
The Blood’s against you!
Let em run all they want they can’t hide
Now all I got to say is Let’s Die!

2Pac – 16 On Deathrow (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Death Row

That’s where motherf***ers is endin up
Dear mama, I’m caught up in this sickness
I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness
Wonder if they’ll catch me, or will this n**** snitch

Should I shoot his b****, or make the n**** rich?
Don’t want to commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin’ while I’m walkin’, and talkin’ behind my back
I’m kind of schizophrenic, I’m in this s*** to win it

‘Cause life’s a Wheel of, Fortune here’s my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too f***in trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
N****z gettin’ jealous (jealous) tryin’ to find my stash

Whip out the nine, now I’m a dive and pump your a**
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a b****, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin’, but swear I’m nothin nice

Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I’m sentenced to the pen

Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It’s trouble on my mind, I’m with the old timers
And f*** five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin’ like a thief, runnin’ through the streets

Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family

My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn’t hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger

The brother in my set, is 16 is wet
It’s hard to adapt, when you’re black and you’re trapped in a livin
Hell
I shouldn’t a let him catch me

Instead of livin’ sad in jail I could a died free and happy
And my cellmate’s raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin’ torn
They made me an animal

Can’t sleep, instead of countin’ sheep, n****z countin’ cannibals
And that’s how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me

Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
‘Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin’ dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin’ like a thief, runnin’ through the streets

Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row
Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today’s my final day, I’m countin’ every breath

I’m bitter cause I’m dyin’, so much I haven’t seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn’t give a s***
And they too quick to say goodbye to me

They tell me the preacher’s there for me
He’s a crook with a book, that motherf***er never cared for me
He’s only here to be sure
I don’t drop a dime to God bout the crimes he’s commitin’

On the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain’t my peers and in all these years, they ain’t never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
To keep a n**** in the state pen

And to my homies out buryin motherf***ers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherf***ers
‘Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you’re better off gettin’ shot

I’m convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I’m straight headin for the chair

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin’ like a thief, runnin’ through the streets

Bye bye, and I got no place to go…
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row
16 on Death Row
It’s to all my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on Death Row

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

2Pac – Fuck ’em All (feat. Outlawz) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

[Hook: 2Pac + (singers)]
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck ’em all!
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Fuck all you muthafuckers!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin’ is similar to mothafuckers when they scrappin’
Blast and watch ’em back up
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps pealed back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I’m raisin’ hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin’ these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin’
Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that’s on my dick
Go to a club in a pack, I’m smokin’ bud in the back
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas
I’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines, writin’ raps and movies
I went from trustin’ these tricks
Now they all want to sue me, so fuck ’em all!

[Hook: Young Noble + (singers)]
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air!
It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)

[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now, could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin’ peak?
Even the baddest be gettin’ murdered in they seats
I’m addicted to these streets, like crack is to these creeps
Seein’ visions of a prison, wake up screamin’ in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell? A possibility of livin’ well?
But if they killin’ me, I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin’ to sell, I’d rather die and be deceased
World mob figure addicted to these fuckin’ streets

[Verse 3: E.D.I]
Now, put your muthafuckin’ hands up if you’s a rider (Ride)
Niggas ain’t killers so they hidin’ (Why?)
Fuck ’em all, touch ’em all; that’s the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I’m as strong as this game, ya’ll be knowin’ my name
A young high strung thug nigga created by pain
Livin’ my life in the fast lane, gettin’ fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash
And my next piece of ass, so fuck ’em all!

[Hook: Young Noble + (Singers)]
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air!
It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don’t need no phony homie to call me
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Back off, I hit at everyone of you homies
So don’t get comfortable, I’m runnin’ you
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin’

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know it’s me
You can bet your last dollar, I’ll dick ’em and holla
Ridin’ these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit pick my Glock up
I’m bustin’ with self-defense, you see
Poppin’ nobody got ’em, holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy, why? ‘Cause they’ll never stop us
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie
Now I want to do it too, ooh, ooh
Niggas is too through, true to the game
I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I’m…

[Verse 4: Young Noble]
‘Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin’ niggas for they watch and chain?
Kick back, lil’ nigga, and watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin’, like a drug spot
The streets know what’s hot, trust me

[Verse 5: Napoleon]
Even my hood call me "baby Malcolm X"
With the TEC’s, shower some slugs on ’em
I’ve got a brother, don’t rest and he keeps some drugs on him
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
Ever seen Faces of Death? That’s what my 9 do

[Verse 6: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
With my back against the wall, like I’m runnin’ outta time
Even rap with a gat, I must be goin’ out my mind
Like I’m up against the world, this guerilla team of mine
Screamin’, "Thug Life, bitch, fuck ’em all!" and die for ’em
Even if the last nigga left I’ma ride for ’em
Feel me? Until they kill me, that’s how I’m rollin’
"Fuck ’em all, let them die!" – that’s my slogan; fuck ’em all!

[Hook: Young Noble + (singers)]
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air!
It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don’t need no phony homie to call me
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Back off, I hit at everyone of you homies
So don’t get comfortable, I’m runnin’ you
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin’
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)

Doe Boy – 956 Nights (feat. DJ Esco)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
If Esco don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You know how we rockin’ for young Future man

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers start boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Verse: Doe Boy]
This ain’t gangsta rap, I’m just bringing hood back
Let a savage in the game, I make ’em feel like Suge back
All my niggas shoot straps, sell dog and cook crack
He a pussy with some money so you know we took that
9-1-1, the streets need me
The streets love Beezy ’cause the streets believe me
Bitch my hoe card don’t exist
Cross and you gon’ meet the stick
Bitch we riding like a Lyft
Wit guns we can barely lift
Bitch I’m flexin’, I’m cappin’, you lackin’, I’m jackin’
I pull out this cannon, demanding, not asking
You rappin’, not trapping, I’m savage, you acting
You taxing, they snatching, they pull up, get active
Why these pussies tryna beef, I’m not even in they reach
Got some youngins tryna eat, I’ll feed you to the streets
Oh these niggas think it’s sweet? where you at, I’m tryna link
Got that draco on the seat, make ’em JuJu on that beat
Hopped in da Audi, shooting then I’m outty
Niggas at my neck but I got all these goons around me
Broke niggas bore me, you can fight this .40
Magazine clip, I’ll let it tell a story
Ridin’ through the trenches but we pulling up in Porsches
Shooter on the streets but go to jail and get extorted
That’s why I don’t need the MAC
This the truth, it ain’t a rap
Last nigga ran up on me on the Fam, he took a nap
He ain’t really ’bout that life that pussy boy just talk that
Fifty thousand ’round my neck, I swear yo life don’t cost that
I can’t pay that boy attention ’cause he ain’t no boss yet
I got niggas that catch bodies they just ain’t get caught yet
Hold on

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers goin’ boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Streets need me nigga
Gang gang
Doe!

Asher Roth – Wu Financial Lyrics

[Intro: Asher Roth]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Ayo styles upon styles upon style upon styles
Ain’t seen a blond this hot since Barb Wire
Since Limewire been downloading illegally
Ain’t bought a CD since like 2003
Nah everything’s speeding
Gravity in 3D
Many think we cheated and beat it with Game Genie
PlayStation triple play ’98
New York Yanks, San Diego Padres
Nowadays everybody on a X-Box
Generation X triple H trying to X pop
Let’s smoke pot while we guessing who’s the next Pac
Best top, left breast, save it for the desktop
Rest stop while the truckers getting liquorish
Hard to give a fuck when you barely even give a shit
Look at me I’m egotist
Sipping on that regal piss
Doing shit illegal, get a giggle, hearing people bitch

[Verse 2]
[?] put a slight bend in my bill
Black grand national turn and twisting my wheel
[?] full clip when I steer
The Helly Hansen bubble fitted case it’s chilly in here
Rest in peace Uncle Phil, the big willy, the wheel of fortune
The real deal bruh’s really doing numbers
Posion [?] with the Air Max [?] summer
The ’97 Hummer
[?]
[?] the deck though
On the set though

[Verse 3: Asher Roth]
You get no respect hoe
Presto, bless the Pats without Bledsoe
This was ’94 bet that I’d be signed to Death Row
Flying in the [?] jet though
Best rolled, sip red cup with [?]

[Verse 4]
Man this how it’s about to go down
My yayo in a snow mound
I swan dived into it, the time bomb [?]
[?] make you wanna keep [?]
To rip into your ass if you think about some action
Splash ’em
Baby Busch Garden at the crib
Keep the lemur in the living room
I know where you live nigga
You ain’t even got no WiFi
[?] Willy Wonka
Pocket down Diddy in the middle of his concert
While lifting up some titties so big they make my arms hurt
Finally Fantasy update on the X-Box 3
Take a hour and a half, take a shower and a bath
And a walk around the park and the shits still ain’t stop yet
Anniversary boxset edition I got
Cost 11 hundred dollars and I’m missing some shit