The Neptunes – Blaze Of Glory lyrics

(perfomed by Clipse feat. Pharrell & Ab-Liva)

[Pharrell]
Nigga, put down ya beer and – snatch up ya chair ‘n
A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin’
First the firing then the siren you’ll be hearin’
Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin’

[Chorus – Pharrell]
It’s me or you, or them or us
Lost to what, them things gon’ bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
I clear the land, “In God We Trust” nigga
It’s the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory
The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory

[Pusha T]
EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya choosin’
Critics and news, and all their reviews
The watch jeweled and, VS jewels with
Different hews, of rogues or blues
The street movement, that I move wit
“Hurri”s the “cane” like Miami U
Ya niggaz foolin’, whatcha doin
Obviously, you ain’t got a clue
It’s the blaze of glory
I’m killer in the clutch, like the Lakers’ Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers can’t ignore me
Quit stepping on my heel
You fuckers riding my flow, like I’m your training wheels, ugh!
Mind over matter, SL blacker
Sunny days, I might if to think he can’t ROOF!
You niggaz fishin, well wishin
Lotta rhyme but still missin’ the vision, it’s the blaze of glory

[Chorus]

[Ab-Liva]
Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history
Turn pages for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my story is metric
Bring that O backwards I’m feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, dark complected
Sometimes no electric, it was hectic
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected, neglected
At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris
Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone
In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was requested by God
I shall lead as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the fire with arms
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!

[Chorus]

[Malice]
I’m for that hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick
For that quick Vick fucka, I ain’t for the bullshit
I ain’t for the small talk, strictly ’bout the ballpark
Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin’, out on life, I ain’t hit him
I ain’t sittin ’round thumb-twiddling, I ain’t wishin’
No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain’t livin’
The home town homies hate my name, I ain’t trippin’
I don’t retaliate, I don’t hate, I obliv’ ’em
J?us ’round my neck, I’ma Christian, I forgive ’em
I was chosen to hold this throne
I held my own, ever since I held that zone
And served it, from all the days I heard mama’s curses
Now I put it in verses, it was worth it
Don’t let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!

[Chorus]

Slim Jxmmi – Juggling Biddies (feat. Riff 3x) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh)

Sean Leon – The Drowning Man (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Verse 1]
Been through hell and back now I’m back again
Riding bumping Daniel Caesar in the whip
I guess you never really know who someone is
How you know who ride or die until the end

[Hook]
But it’s too late to cry
Too late to cry
(Down for my niggas, my niggas my niggas)
(Down for my niggas, my niggas my niggas)
(Down for my niggas, my niggas my niggas)
(Down for my niggas, my niggas my niggas)

[Verse 2]
I pray the ground don’t open till I learn to fly
May God forgive me for my sins when I arrive
The sky should open up and pull me in tonight
I pray these devil horns are only a disguise
Till it’s too late

[Hook]
But it’s too late to cry
Too late to cry

[Verse 3]
It’s official the black sheeps outstanding
Their out their seats and standing
I live my life on my feet, not on my knees understand me
These stans don’t stand a chance, but ran from where their standing
I’m first to not respond but first [?]
I got a plan, I got a plan
Drop the album and kill em and kill again
I’m fucking groupies especially, I swear I love my fans
I get a feeling of total joy when I hug the bands
Bug eyed, fuck it [?] they tryna push a focus
Had to fix my focus, what would I rap for
If not a max contract stacked like a raptor
Bank like off the backboard
The fresh prince that will shit not an actor
I got more lines than Bart Simpson had on the blackboard
Back to back like I’m off a pack called the backwoods
Back to back like I’m looking back to the past forward
Yeah, she trippin off my past tryna figure out my password
But I’m so essential I guess I’m treated special
What a scene? Seen that [?] inside the newest SL
I got a plan I got a plan
Make a hundred million and split it with all my mans
Oh my goodness the drowning man
They gon fuck with me now if they weren’t then, yeah
Yeah, my haters gon have a hard life
I got six albums left on my hard drive

Wale – Fashion Week (feat. G-Eazy)

[Intro: Wale]
Ah, find me a Kendall Jenner I’ll be a gentleman to her
Give me a joint she never gonna finish the lyric
Hol’ up

[Hook: Wale]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?]it
That body baby, accept that
You should mind a girl who be a [?]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
I walk by again, a little look quick, hol’ up

[Post-Hook 1: Wale]
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
My bitch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Make sure you’re posture’s right baby
Show some love tonight

[Verse 1: Wale]
I know a thing
[?] she tell me fuck her call her a bad bitch
I can never cover, I’m stuck on this rap shit
Fuckin’ up the budget but nothing but rap shit
I know a thing
[?] on Twitter be callin’ shawty a queen
Hair game silly, might give it a dance scene
Hair game killin’ I get her [?] my queen
In case you behind, let me remind you to wait till I make my move
Wale from the Maybach crew, right about me what they say about you
Right about me what they say about you
Right about me what they say about you
Right about me what they say about you
Party in the heels till the pussy conto
Hol’ up

[Hook: Wale]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
You should mind a girl who be a [?]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
I walk by again, a little look quick, hol’ up

[Post-Hook 2: Wale]
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch (I mean I got you)
Switch, gold switch
My bitch

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
You wanna sit front row?
Ask me get anything that you want, though
She a fashion killer, me Imma cut-low
Goin’ out tonight, she said that she wants coke
One oak of webster, up and down
Paparazzi gonna think that I’m coughing now
This casual walk call you up when I’m back in town
We fall out but she always come back around
Hit Barney’s and fuck up a check there
In the dressing room, fuck have sex there
"What’s taking so long?" "Oh, she trying the next pair"
People see us everywhere and they just stare
And she mixing off white with SL
I got my Vans on bitch, I dress well
I’m from the bay, I see her once in a blue moon
Till a Paris fashion we got soon as Tucson

[Hook: Wale]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
You should mind a girl who be a [?]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
I walk by again, a little look quick, hol’ up

[Post-Hook 1: Wale]
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
My bitch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Make sure you’re posture’s right baby
Switch, gold switch

[Brigde: Wale]
(Get the best stone
[?]
Get the best stone
[?])
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch

[Outro: Wale]
SAP to code, code
Damn I was [?]
But I’m higher than [?]
SAP to code, code, code

Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. – Money Put Away (The Jetlanta EP)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it’s heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can’t interfere so I roll up let em hate

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I’m the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don’t wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I’m steady climbing
Swear I’m balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don’t want to problem, so don’t you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That’s how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I’m starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It’s not that hard to find me, yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I’m east side with it, my side ain’t sweet
Lil boy’s blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain’t no that, you don’t know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cuz if you did’t know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing