YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Nawfside Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
Northside (I’m ready to go home right now)
Rich, where the drank at, fool?
(I ain’t take one out the top, nigga, I’m known to take one out, bitch)

[Verse 1]
I-10 spinnin’ and I swerve on the block (Northside, skrrt, skrrt)
I got youngins on the corner strapped with Glocks watchin’ for opps
Got plenty shooters, got plenty guns, how many drugs? I’d say a lot
Reporting live, and bitch, you in here with Lil Top
Who they fuck they thought this was? We ain’t moving no cars
Bitch, this me out here (It’s me)
He can try and that nigga gon’ die, go to playin’ with them rods
We gon’ put him to sleep out here (Bah)
Old snake ass hoes, nigga know that they fuck with them boys
They ain’t ‘posed to be out here
I’m slime, see straight green out here
4KTrey, bitch, we deep out here
Gon’ make her take her top off
Make her get straight out her body
I’ma get that nigga knocked off
You’d do the same if you knew ’bout it
Hold on, wait, and blow the cock off
Shoot this bitch at everybody (Bah, bah)
Don YoungBoy, know I’m Gotti
I don’t pay for the drop, I cop it (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Twenty for to split a nigga’s shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can’t spin back, no way
I’ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin’ money and it’s coming each way
Flyin’ in the Lam’ through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it’s no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang

[Verse 2]
No mans, take a nigga pack with ten
Hit a nigga ass soon as he whipped in (Bah)
Load up, spinnin’ the pack, where they been?
‘Fore we hopped in the car, I done had me one in
Sent them slimes at that bitch, I’ma send ’em again
I’m the slimiest, bitch, I’ma say it again
And my mom with the shit, we be lockin’ it in
On the Wraith with my bitch, two-hundred and ten
Come from LP to Marco, check my barcode, I’m straight out the pen
Red River plus Wells Fargo, what’s the amount? Do I spend my advance?
Keep a dirty pistol in my fuckin’ pants (Oh, come on, yeah)
We stepped on them, we gon’ murder you with that fuckin’ plan (Go ‘head, fuck nigga, don’t show)

[Chorus]
Twenty for to split a nigga’s shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can’t spin back, no way
I’ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin’ money and it’s coming each way
Flyin’ in the Lam’ through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it’s no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang

[Verse 3]
I said, “Stop it”
You could act like you want smoke, I ain’t here for no joke, I’ll fuck ’round and pop it
Give a fuck ’bout no camera, don’t play with my bro
Strip his ass at the store, we gon’ go in his pockets
Go back-to-back, tally for tally
No, hollow for hollow, stand toe-to-toe with anybody
We gon’ get at ’em back-to-back with the strap
Me and DD do that, nigga, check how he move with that shotty
Let that nigga talk, he ain’t taking nothin’ off
Let that nigga live ’til he come to the North
I already know the deal, I ain’t even gotta talk
Big B get him killed, meet me back at the house
Two up for to serve to somebody
My brother who got it, we ridin’ around in a drought
I’m stuffing that in my pocket
I’ll step on somebody, I’ll flash, they open they mouth

[Outro]
Mmm, okay, uh
Pussy ass nigga, okay, uh
Broke ass nigga, okay, uh
Scary ass nigga, no way
Bitch, I’m fine, I’m straight, uh
Bitch, I’m doing okay, mm
Bitch, get out my face
YoungBoy, 4KTrey

J-Wright – Winter’s over

Summer nights got me thinkin’ way back
When I was a young dumb kid
By the beach sipping on, [?]
Saying we’ve no fucks to give
Fast forward, now we’re stressed out
Man, God damn, but the teachers never guessed our plan
No Pam, but the music gonna take off still
Never guess who’s gonna pay my bills
Like, whoa, life that I chose
Felt right in love with the girl back at home
Work for success to reach out my goals
Saying I’ll make it but how should I know
Now we’re all grown up, spare [?]
We’re working ourselves in the coma
Til we’re 45, word go hard

We’re saying winter’s over
But the world be still cold
As a kid, I wanna grow up
Now I hate to grow old
So let’s celebrate tonight
Till we fucking pass out
And we’re living out our dreams
Let me see you last now
We’re saying winter’s over
But the world be still cold
As a kid, I wanna grow up
Now I hate to grow old
So let’s celebrate tonight
Till we fucking pass out
And we’re living out our dreams
Let me see you last now
Let me see you last now

Oh, my summertime with a chill breeze
Got my DCs on, but they feel [?]
14 was the name of my LP
[??]
We’re really impressed, but we killed it yeah
My cousin and I gonna chill back yeah
No stress in the word, I know you feel that, yah
I’ll figure the rap after a year passed, yeah
Yeh, take it back, 23 years young, still making rimes
Got a pace to my phone, I pay my taxes
My music made more than any rage of [?]
Got a really good girl, but a busy lifestyle
You should really pace yourself
Man, no, I’m not like the rest, but put it now to the test
Gotta really chase,
Yeah I did it by myself
All that I know took long [?] working in this film
Said I wanna get it, but all I get is dough
When I hear the haters call
But I put em on hold!

We’re saying winter’s over
But the world be still cold
As a kid, I wanna grow up
Now I hate to grow old
So let’s celebrate tonight
Till we fucking pass out
And we’re living out our dreams
Let me see you last now
Let me see you last now

Winter’s over
Winter’s over
Winter’s over
Winter’s over
Winter’s over
Winter’s over

We’re saying winter’s over
But the world be still cold
As a kid, I wanna grow up
Now I hate to grow old
So let’s celebrate tonight
Till we fucking pass out
And we’re living out our dreams
Let me see you last now
We’re saying winter’s over
But the world be still cold
As a kid, I wanna grow up
Now I hate to grow old
So let’s celebrate tonight
Till we fucking pass out
And we’re living out our dreams
Let me see you last now
Let me see you last now

Snoop Dogg – Gangstaz Life Lyrics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I’m runnin’ my mouth
Mom’s put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts her back up on a pillow
Five minutes later I’m bailin’ out the hoes-pital
On my way to the liquor store
The first thing I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it’s just too cold
I get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind the counter says hey, yo, yo
He picks me up and sit me on the seat
And then he grabbed the phone and get to dialin’ the police
I wanna run but I can’t walk yet
Can’t grapple with nothin’ said, cause I can’t talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Young black toddler, it’s feeling like they dissin’ me
Mom’s grabbed me, and then she gets to kissin’ me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don’t know why, I coulda done that by my muthafuckin’ self
And I always love my mama cause she raised me right
And I must say that I’m a gangsta

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
Livin’ in a gangsta’z life
Straight gangsta’z life

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Let’s speed the clock up and pass some time
June 17th, 1979
That’s my first time being arrested
I know I done the crime, but I ain’t going to confess to this shit
I learned that from the G’s
A G is a overseer, the overseer sees
More than you do cause he gets experience
And besides I’m just a juvenile delinquent
‘fore I was gone, and I’m on my way home
My momma’s coming to get me in a fleetwood brougham
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb
We stop at frosty freeze for a couple of snowcones
She telling me that I didn’t need to do what I done
She said: “playing football should be your only fun son”
I’m like “allright” so we head to the house
I mobbed through the door and pops fired to the mouth
I couldn’t do nothing but cry like a bitch
I looked at my momma and said: “damn, why you snitch?”
They put me on punishment but that didn’t work
Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt
And throwing up the neighborhood gang signs
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time
5 feet, 6 wearin’ 83
They sent me to a place called LP
I bailed in the dorm lookin’ hard as hell
I told ’em who I was and where I dwell
Some fool had beef and he ran up on me
Hear nothin’ pop cause I spotted one of my homies
Who ran the game to me in the correct manner
And told me to stay down for my bandana
Two weeks later, I’m getting shipped to another institution
I’m fucking up, starting confusion
Vibed on my counselor, feeling like a champ
I finally get settled down at the junior fine camp
I do my little time up in this home sweet home
My momma’s coming to get me in a fleetwood brougham
I’m on swauce, so if pops swing it’s on
But things did change, why?, cause pops ain’t home
Why? he couldn’t take it, what? so he moved on out
Left my momma the car, the kids, the bills, and the house
That’s half of my life summoned up
That’s why young, black teens in the ghetto don’t be comin’ up
The way their ancestors did
Because mom plays the role of both parents to the kids
But when you make it, your father, he shows up shortly
But when thangs ain’t right, they play the role like they don’t know me
But when you play me like that ya see
I have no other choice but playin’ the role of a G

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
This is a gangsta’z life
Straight gangsta’z life

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I’m full grown, out on my own
But my impression is still at my momma’s home
My baby brother, guess what y’all? he wanna be like me
They call him lil Snoop Dogg and he way more harder than I was
A hog, been through YA, nellaz, and all the hogs
He even robbed santa claus on Christmas day
And every Sunday my momma pray that he don’t get caught up in gunplay
Hey, I made the bed so I guess I gotta lay
I guess I’ll slide through and ride through the hood today
Lay low, hold ya gats, and watch yaself
Stay composed, I freeze-frozed clothes, doze on O’z
Muthafuckas who be lovin’ a cup of shit of shit up
All they wanna do is show another nigga lit up, hit up
Names of the homies who rest in peace
Ya got your stars on wit’ ya flag, and ya khakis properly creased
Mobbin’ through the way or should I say
Strollin’ through the park one day
Sippin’ on the Hen do’ sad’n a muthafucka
Cops raid my house, they shot my baby brother
They say he was strapped but they never found a strap
This life of a gangsta, he’ll never get back
And it’s like that

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
This is a gangsta’z life

2Pac – Thug Style (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck ‘Pac that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the West Coast
Man fuck ‘Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
Rapin’ ass nigga I didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

I’m in this, motherfucker
I guess these muthafuckas tryin’ to take me out the business right
I guess I ain’t East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
And I ain’t West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
Fuck e’rybody

Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin’ police tryin’ to pull niggas over on this one
We takin’ this one to the whole ‘nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain’t dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
I’m gettin’ high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin’ life like a G
In that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
I can’t sleep livin’ in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I’m stackin’ G’s and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you’re in the danger zone
My fuckin’ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin’ and bustin’ them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It’s like they stuck from makin’ niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
I’m still rollin’ my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin’ like the demon’s inside
Will ’em away in the mornin’, only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it’s goin’ down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin’ to Mr. Magic
Cuttin’ up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin’ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
Halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G’s with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama’s cookin’, no school straight hookin’
And tryin’ to get with light skinned cause she good lookin’
And jumpin’ over turnstiles cause we ain’t payin’
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin’
I’m prayin’ I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style (my nigga scream)
Niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin’ cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin’ bitches

Swear y’all know nigga
Ever heard motherfucka say all in Kool-Aid know the flavor hahha
You mothafuckas all in my motherfuckin’ LP and don’t know the beat
This shit thuggish, fo’ life, I told y’all, it’s album three see
G sound, freestyle
Motherfuckin’ Young Thugs in this motherfucker

Tech N9ne – What If It Was Me (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Free your mind, and remember
Winners are not people who never fail
But people who never quit
All I ever wanted was to sell
Records to the people make a lot of mil’, yessir
Rap to me, it was the holy grail
I’m gonna go and do it, I’m never gonna fail
Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of Hell

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Wake up and I see crime
All of us we on it’s eat time
My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
At the same time, throwing B signs
Throwing em back and repping the street, I’m
Doing music and I’m writing beast rhymes
But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds
Got with the music, started a group and we shine
Music gave us hella hope
Made it up out of the bangin’ and sellin’ dope
We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke
Till one of our members found a kid to grope
Then your honor gave the peddy the rope
Losing a man, the band began to slope
Never did think a plan was damned to croak
So doing it solo-dolo stands the G.O.A.T
Started making hella LP’s
2000, all the way to five, felt free
Because of the hand the label dealt me
But in ‘06 Fontana helped us melt cheese
Number one independent gonna be spending a ton of funds, in a minute
That’s when the government want the sums, then I send it
In a couple of months I’m done and replenished

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Everywhere I go, I’m selling out the show
Around the world I kill em and everybody know
Whenever we hit the studio and Tecca Nina drop, hot
Even though I will go toe to toe if somebody bang on me
But I’m rolling in the dough and I’m really respected and protected
Chances of me getting shot, not

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Everyone loving the Tech
Publishin’, I get a check
Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best
I don’t have any regret, but it’s a bit of neglect
Missing my babies I love em and none of ’em leaving me yet
Feeling good like a villain should
In a mansion, but I’m still in hoods
Not like Trayvon, J’s on
Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
I can conceal it my permits say
If evil happens to swerve this way
Hope nobody deserves quick spray
I feel an angelic surge this day
They feeling my songs
Been doing it long
They want me to sell ’em my CD right outta my home
Cos I’m in the zone
I’m putting em on in front of the store when a couple of police won’t leave me alone
Why they tripping?
I fit the description
It’s two of them rushing me I’m on a solo mission
To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me
I’m on the ground when they telling me, "Cause of a gun suspicion"
It was in my pocket, ain’t trying pop it
When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it
Then one of em lost it, and then I was shot quick
Officers took me to heaven, I’m dead and with multiple rockets
Didn’t matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players
‘Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers
Fears what I see, making em kill a G
Rotten apple in the batch; don’t tell the rest to flee
This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description
What if it was me?

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
What if it was me
What if I never got the one chance to be
Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn’t see
If by your hand you took that from me
But what if it were me?
Laying right there
I’ll never get up again, it’s so unfair
My babies cry out
You never cared
Things that we do make each other so scared
So what if it was you there?
(Should I just) Take your life
(Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow
The scent of you still on her
Spirit she feels on her
The whole world weeps
Blood we all spill on her
And I know, it’s ill will; the pill’s hard to swallow
How should I feel when I’m being followed (followed)
By the words that you say to me? (Crazy)
And you saved my life, take my life

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko & *Tech N9ne*]
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
*I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis*

Tech N9ne – What If It Was Me (feat. Krizz Kaliko) letras

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Free your mind, and remember
Winners are not people who never fail
But people who never quit
All I ever wanted was to sell
Records to the people make a lot of mil’, yessir
Rap to me, it was the holy grail
I’m gonna go and do it, I’m never gonna fail
Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of Hell

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Wake up and I see crime
All of us we on it’s eat time
My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
At the same time, throwing B signs
Throwing em back and repping the street, I’m
Doing music and I’m writing beast rhymes
But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds
Got with the music, started a group and we shine
Music gave us hella hope
Made it up out of the bangin’ and sellin’ dope
We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke
Till one of our members found a kid to grope
Then your honor gave the peddy the rope
Losing a man, the band began to slope
Never did think a plan was damned to croak
So doing it solo-dolo stands the G.O.A.T
Started making hella LP’s
2000, all the way to five, felt free
Because of the hand the label dealt me
But in ‘06 Fontana helped us melt cheese
Number one independent gonna be spending a ton of funds, in a minute
That’s when the government want the sums, then I send it
In a couple of months I’m done and replenished

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Everywhere I go, I’m selling out the show
Around the world I kill em and everybody know
Whenever we hit the studio and Tecca Nina drop, hot
Even though I will go toe to toe if somebody bang on me
But I’m rolling in the dough and I’m really respected and protected
Chances of me getting shot, not

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Everyone loving the Tech
Publishin’, I get a check
Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best
I don’t have any regret, but it’s a bit of neglect
Missing my babies I love em and none of ’em leaving me yet
Feeling good like a villain should
In a mansion, but I’m still in hoods
Not like Trayvon, J’s on
Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
I can conceal it my permits say
If evil happens to swerve this way
Hope nobody deserves quick spray
I feel an angelic surge this day
They feeling my songs
Been doing it long
They want me to sell ’em my CD right outta my home
Cos I’m in the zone
I’m putting em on in front of the store when a couple of police won’t leave me alone
Why they tripping?
I fit the description
It’s two of them rushing me I’m on a solo mission
To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me
I’m on the ground when they telling me, "Cause of a gun suspicion"
It was in my pocket, ain’t trying pop it
When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it
Then one of em lost it, and then I was shot quick
Officers took me to heaven, I’m dead and with multiple rockets
Didn’t matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players
‘Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers
Fears what I see, making em kill a G
Rotten apple in the batch; don’t tell the rest to flee
This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description
What if it was me?

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
What if it was me
What if I never got the one chance to be
Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn’t see
If by your hand you took that from me
But what if it were me?
Laying right there
I’ll never get up again, it’s so unfair
My babies cry out
You never cared
Things that we do make each other so scared
So what if it was you there?
(Should I just) Take your life
(Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow
The scent of you still on her
Spirit she feels on her
The whole world weeps
Blood we all spill on her
And I know, it’s ill will; the pill’s hard to swallow
How should I feel when I’m being followed (followed)
By the words that you say to me? (Crazy)
And you saved my life, take my life

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko & *Tech N9ne*]
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists
*I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, crips, bloods with sore fists and them Nazis*