Hopsin – Kumbaya Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch?
Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, shit
Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, “Woo”

[Verse 1]
I done left it all behind me in Cali’
While yellin’ goodbye to my family
I had to do a little soul search (Yeah)
All of my demons kept on fightin’ and scrappin’
Inside of my mind, I was crashin’
Maybe I was having a growth spurt (Uh)
They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don’t work (What?)
I’ve contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp (No)
Think you sick in the head? Come visit my shed
I live on the edge, let’s jump, shit, I’ll go first
Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous (Yeah)
White kids soaking up the hype up off it
Hi, I’m Hopsin, I’m obnoxious
I’ve been token like the guy from Boston
Watch me rise to top ten (Yeah)
You know what I mean? Ain’t no one like me
I’ma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends
I done made a lot of money from exposing my grief (What?)
Flow catch bodies like it’s COVID-19, nigga
Bitch, listen, I’m exerting the gas fumes
I’m the asshole who goes to work in a bad mood (Yeah)
Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group (Uh)
I’m handin’ beef to niggas like I’m servin’ a fast food (Yeah)
I should’ve been spazzed, now the burden has passed through
Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through
But the word on the avenue (What?)
Is now they wanna watch UP
Like a fuckin’ pervert in the bathroom
Nigga, ew, yuck (Yuh)
The ladies always tell me I’m a real cunt (Yuh)
These wack motherfuckers, that’s a meal lunch (Yeah)
On every instrumental, I’ma spill guts
And I’m still nuts (Hello)
Like RoboCop, scrotum
I’m givin’ niggas Hell but I really hope I’m not goin’
And if I do, I’m pullin’ up with hoes in my foreign
While the Man above us watchin’ with his Coke and popcorn

[Pre-Chorus]
Well I guess I’m a villain, labeled as strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak, who’s unable to change
I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light? Give me a sign
‘Cause I got way too much shit on my mind
And I’ma get it all out

[Chorus]
Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch?
Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, shit
Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, “Woo”

[Verse 2]
I been noticing a shift in the industry
Too many niggas who appear to be gritty
Flashin’ they nice jewels (What?)
Braggin’ about some pills and packin’ a rifle (What?)
You just gon’ be another rapper with it die soon (Boom)
That’s another body off the market
Rigor mortis seen him before police saw the carcass
Some of these niggas really ’bout it
They gon’ show you all the corners
Now your mamma gotta see you droppin’ slowly on a harness
Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it
The reject that you all love, I ain’t He-Man
Some niggas ain’t got a piss in pot they can pee in
They hate the planet so they come at you lookin’ for revenge
That’s why I gotta go to sleep with the nine tucked
Niggas creepin’ up, fuck it, I ain’t leavin’ survivors
One squeeze and your spine bust (Ugh)
Actually, no one shoot dirty corpse on my carpet
Get the fuck out of here
My attitude is that of a Hulk smash
Mixed with Tony Montana snortin’ bags of his coke stash
If it’s true that I’m a savage at cold rap
I might as well rock a white jacket and Pulp hat
Dissin’ me is like having your throat gagged
And fucked ’til your insides saggin’ and prolapse
Big and ‘Pac was a tragedy, no cap
But hearing me rap is like having ’em both back
Yeah, so how can you deny I’m not [?]
Livin’ on cloud nine, better believe the altitude is high
Niggas say, “The game’s better, Hopsin, now that you’ve arrived”
‘Bout to lace you motherfuckers with an album you can buy
Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth (Yah)
Fuck all y’all, I’ma let my cock disperse
I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge
And only time I’m worn out is when it’s Hopsin merch

[Pre-Chorus]
Well I guess I’m a villain, labeled as strange
Labeled a clown, labeled deranged
Labeled as someone you might put to shame
Labeled a freak, who’s unable to change
I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light? Give me a sign
‘Cause I got way too much shit on my mind
And I’ma get it all out

[Chorus]
Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support
When do I drop the torch?
Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with
It’s true, my thoughts are morbid
I’ma do my job, of course, shit
Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin’ I lose
I’ma get it like, “Woo”

[Outro]
Boom! That’s another body off the market

Gucci Mane – Tony Lyrics

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[Intro]
Honorable Court

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
And I made my bones in East Atlanta
Started from the bottom like Tony Montana
Yellow black ‘Rari like a yellow bandana
Crazy young niggas that’ll kill you on camera
Gucci Mane got plenty ammo
Y’all gon’ need so many candles
Got me bent, I’ll bend you backwards
Chopper split you, bent you backwards
Smoke you like a pack of Backwoods
Go forward ain’t never backwards
Pounds of weed and tons of coca
I ran off on Sosa, baby
All my bitches love a gangster
All my bodies drug-related
Things escalated, Fezzi made it
My diamonds are never hated

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Sold so many drugs (Woah)
They done put me on the Forbes list (Woo)
Ran off with so many packs (Hey)
They done put me on a hitlist (Woo)
And I’m always comin’ back
Fuck nigga can’t stop this shit (Comin’ back)
Niggas creepin’ out in the back
Put a nigga on the rocket list (Grrah)

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

Mr Eazi – Tony Montana Lyrics

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[Intro: Mr Eazi & Tyga]
Yeah
Zagadat
T raw, Mr Eazi
It’s what they are waiting for

[Verse 1: Mr Eazi]
I be the one wey them waiting for
Tell me what these haters be hating for
Pull up in a Ghost now we raising storm
Gold chains feeling like am Ghostface Killah
Don’t act like you know me
If you don’t know my story
Real niggas don’t snitch, they wanna share in my glory (Ye)

[Chorus: Mr Eazi]
Mo gbono mo shana
Feeling like Tony Montana
Mo ti elevate mo ti bana
And if you come try me na yawa
Mo gbono mo shana
Feeling like Tony Montana
Mo ti elevate mo ti bana
And if you come try me na yawa

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Running out marijuana
Any nigga want smoke like a Sauna
I let my dawgs out the leash no want it
And how she want me but I don’t want her
I push a drop top gotta be foreign
Find me in the air, I’m just soaring
I done been in the dark where’s lonely
Now they tell me what is yours like Tony
I like a thick ting, mad ting, nice ting, nasty (Nasty)
And I make her running like an athlete
That other nigga practice
Lay your accent, talk sassy
That was in the past, now I’m first they don’t pass me

On me you don really glowed up (Glowed up)
And my niggas came and you showed up (Showed up)
Imma pour a little mo in my cup (In my cup)
Let’s toast to us

[Bridge: Mr Eazi]
I be the one wey them waiting for
Tell me what these haters be hating for
Pull up in a Ghost now we raising storm
Gold chains feeling like am Ghostface Killah
Don’t act like you know me
If you don’t know my story
Real niggas don’t snitch, they wanna share in my glory (Ye)

[Chorus: Mr Eazi]
Mo gbono mo shana
Feeling like Tony Montana
Mo ti elevate mo ti bana
And if you come try me na yawa
Mo gbono mo shana
Feeling like Tony Montana
Mo ti elevate mo ti bana
And if you come try me na yawa

Jeezy – MLK BLVD Lyrics

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Ah (Yeah)
Ha ha ha
Turn every up in that a lil bit (Yeah)
Oh, we gon’ keep that (Ha)
Yeah
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you lookin’ at?
You claim you real but your Rollie fake (Rollie fake)
Say you’re my dawg but you know you’re snake (Ssss), fuck ’em
Like Makaveli, I’m about to snap (‘Bout to snap)
Like Curtis Jackson, go and get the strap

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Best to wash it, wash that shit nigga)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
This nigga talkin’ like he ‘Ye or somethin’ (Like he ‘Ye or somethin’)
That nigga must be on that ye or somethin’ (Damn)
Heard what I said nigga, fuck Trump (Fuck Trump)
Say it again, nigga, fuck Trump (Yeah)
Somebody better call CNN (CNN)
Hello? I’m ’bout to make this shit G again (Let me hit that lick)
I’m war-ready like I’m Ricky Ross (Huh)
Yeah, boys in the hood, we knocking Ricky off (Boom)
She think I love her, yeah, she fucking crazy (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to pass that bitch like Tom Brady (Woah)
These niggas pussy, boy, this shit a drip (A drip)
I’m better off beefing with Taylor Swift (Haha)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Haha)

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (What the fuck?)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I’m gettin’ head in the back of the Phantom
Fuckin’ with Ross and I’m back in Atlanta
When I’m in Nieman’s, I act like I’m a scammer
Do the connect like I’m Tony Montana
Give me a chopper to go from the slammer
I tell the driver to go get my hammer
I got a bitch that’s servin’ them bricks
And everything lit like I’m holdin’ a candle (Woo!)
Feds disrespectin’ me in investigations, I don’t trap (No)
30 Million, 20 houses, I ain’t think about that (No)
Niggas tryna rob me, I ain’t tripping on it, I’m strapped (Woo)
Huh, put a hunnid bands on it, we ain’t beefing out back (No)
Came from the bottom of the bottom (Bottom)
Richer that milli, they watching (Woo)
I done got back in my pocket (Pocket)
Ballin’ in Houston like Rockets (Balling)
I did that, we got a problem (Problem)
Fuckin’ these hoes, then swap ’em (Swap ’em)
Just in the Rolls and drop ’em (Skrt)
Dawn out the Rolls on Collins (Yeah) Woo!

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets

[Outro: Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, I would sell back but I ain’t with no motherfucking [?]
You understand what I’m saying?
Oh, you niggas in trouble, nigga
Oh, yeah

Jason Derulo – Dirty Dancing Lyrics

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[Intro]
Dirty dancing, man
Oh yeah!
Woo!
And I’m feeling like Tony Montana
[?], [?]

[Verse 1]
I got the money, you got that body
We were made for each other
When you start to shakin’, I start to party
Yeah, you’re my kind of lover
As soon as I touch you, you’re already on
I get that attention, forget about your phone (Okay)

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re so fucking sexy, I could cry (Could cry)
Everybody’s watching as you grind, oh my

[Chorus]
Like we sexing all over this dance floor
Oh, whoa
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing
It’s getting freaky, so disrespectful (Oh, whoa)
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing

[Bridge]
And I’m feeling like Tony Montana
Oh, whoa
Take a sip and I’ll call you mañana (Oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re so fucking sexy, I could cry (Could cry)
Everybody’s watching as you grind, oh my

[Chorus]
Like we sexing all over this dance floor
Oh, whoa
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing
It’s getting freaky, so disrespectful (Oh, whoa)
D-d-d-dirty dancing, d-d-d-dirty dancing

[Bridge]
And I’m feeling like Tony Montana
Oh, whoa
Take a sip and I’ll call you mañana (Oh)

Saweetie – Respect lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP

[Chorus]
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
He be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
We be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup

[Verse 1]
He said, “Bae, go and get ready”
It’s early, but time, I need plannin’
Hop in the shower, I always smell good
My scent is like blossom in Paris
I need a towel, I’m drippin’
Pour me some Henny, I’m sippin’
Might take a puff ‘fore I’m bakin’ my face
To make sure my makeup not shiftin’
Delicate soap on my body
Look at my rings, they are rocky
I shit with my niggas, we shit on these bitches
He love that I’m bougie and cocky
Respect me like Tony Montana
I am a baby Madonna
You fuckin’ with him, you fuckin’ with me
Defendin’ my baby’s an honor

[Chorus]
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
He be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
We be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup

[Verse 2]
We pull up to the party, all these bitches starin’ at him
But my nigga made it clear that he off limits, you can’t have him
He the realest man I know, so I never gotta trip
What he need I always got, I’m makin’ sure he never slip
He the savage of them all, he the one his partners call
Make shit right when they do wrong
Man I call that boy King Kong
He a beast out in the jungle, yeah we make the perfect couple
Makin’ sure he never fumble, take a shot, shit make it double

[Chorus]
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
He be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
We be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup

Future – Tony Montana (feat. Drake) lyrics

[Intro:]
Fuckin’ cockroaches
Motherfuckin’ freebandz.
Want me to be the bad guy
Wanna play, cartel nigga

[Hook:]
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana

[Verse 1: Future]
I take over the streets, fresh off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your canteloupe
You tell me what you want of me I’m coming with a gang of dope
My cigar full of loud
I’m laced up to the fucking fo’
A Porsche Carrera, Panamera, 911
I do the whole dash, dropping all cash
Gutta to the death of me I’m sticking to the recipe
Slug, deal with Columbians, I know Sosa
All I got is my balls and my word, fuck the Roaches
Everything we do, we put Versace on the sofa’s
The money got me heat, like I took a hit of coka
My life is a movie, I gotta stay focused

[Hook:]
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana

[Verse 2: Future]
Another shot of Quelo
She be comin’ back to peso’s
When ya blood is ya pedro, it’s hard for hoes to let go
See ak’s ain’t no bitch, nigga I’ll split yo tato
Ain’t nothin’ ’bout me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like I’m odd balls, it’s gon take an army
The world is mine nigga you get it if you want it
You fuckin with me you’ll move to Alaska by the mornin
You want me to be the bad guy, ok it’s on then
Champagne spillin’, crabcakes everywhere
My white bitch trippin she say ain’t playin’ fair
I’m bout to cop a tiger and put it in the castle
Freebandz accompany it so nigga it don’t matter aye

[Hook:]

Yo Gotti – Customs Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Zay, I’ve been takin’ this shit all out the country, ya heard me?
Yeah, yeah, they fuck with dopeboys all over the country, ya heard me? Look
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
Ayy, they really fuck with us, like, in other countries and shit
They like the way we talk and shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
I just got back from Dubai, they really fuckin’ with the trap
I just got back from U.K., I asked that nigga for a strap
>What’d he say?
He said, “You ain’t like them other niggas who rap”
I said, “I know I ain’t”
I just went to Film Festival, took my mans, free my dawg
Don’t make me fuck your bitch and take that ho to Cannes with me (your broad)
I like beaches, but I still bring the sand with me (with me)
I went to Paris, took a cool $300 grand with me (yeah)

[Chorus]
International Gotti (Gotti), like my hoes exotic (‘xotic)
Went and got a passport in case I catch a body (body)
I got Euros, I got Pounds, I’m a foreign hustler (I am)
The only thing I hate about it’s when I go through customs (damn)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, too many questions when I come back from a medical
I got that medical (woo)
I don’t do no misdemeanors, my shit Federal (Federal)
Took a trip to Medellín, that shit was hella snow
No winter, I’m talkin’ hella dope (hella dope)
Jimmy Henchman sent that shit through Interscope
Tony Montana put it on a banana boat (boat)
Seen the Coast Guard, threw it over, and let it float (float)

[Interlude]
Yeah, at the top of [?] right now
Ayy you know what I’m sayin’, like
Literally
Growin’ up we never thought like we could really leave the hood, like
Lookin’ down on you niggas, literally
Our zip code
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Everything illusion, uh, don’t get confused with (yeah)
This shit you fuck with to trap (trap), but end up abusin’
Life good, nigga, brand strong, price high
Look at your life, nigga, money down, lights high (damn)
When blogs mention you sayin’ that Gotti into you (huh?)
Took you to different temperatures, yeah I like every inch of you (facts)
Youngsta ’bout to drop (drop), I’m ridin’ in a drop (top)
You tryna buy a watch (watch), I’m tryna buy the block (yup)
My lil’ nigga got a liger, tiger mixed with lion (facts)
Your lil’ nigga’s vision small, his OG’s were lyin’ (facts)
Yeah, you were raised to fail (fail), free Meek from jail (free my nigga)
The streets gon’ hold you down, my nigga, you bound to prevail (facts)

[Interlude]
Ayy, last time we were over here, I think me, you and Cardi B (facts)
Were stayin’ at the Versace and shit (facts)
It was my birthday, your birthday, we went up, yeah (facts)

[Verse 3]
Middle of the desert, shit feel like my hood (dry)
When the plug ain’t come, no insufficient funds (high)
I got a black card, but I keep a hundred grand
In a rubber band in honor of the dopeman
First London, then Dubai, then I went to France (France)
I want a Chinese bitch, I may go to Japan
Young rich prince nigga, from sellin’ yay (M)
I’m just wanted, nigga, CM10 on the way

Yo Gotti – Customs

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Zay, I’ve been takin’ this shit all out the country, ya heard me?
Yeah, yeah, they fuck with dopeboys all over the country, ya heard me? Look
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
Ayy, they really fuck with us, like, in other countries and shit
They like the way we talk and shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
I just got back from Dubai, they really fuckin’ with the trap
I just got back from U.K., I asked that nigga for a strap
>What’d he say?
He said, "You ain’t like them other niggas who rap"
I said, "I know I ain’t"
I just went to Film Festival, took my mans, free my dawg
Don’t make me fuck your bitch and take that ho to Cannes with me (your broad)
I like beaches, but I still bring the sand with me (with me)
I went to Paris, took a cool $300 grand with me (yeah)

[Chorus]
International Gotti (Gotti), like my hoes exotic (‘xotic)
Went and got a passport in case I catch a body (body)
I got Euros, I got Pounds, I’m a foreign hustler (I am)
The only thing I hate about it’s when I go through customs (damn)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, too many questions when I come back from a medical
I got that medical (woo)
I don’t do no misdemeanors, my shit Federal (Federal)
Took a trip to Medellín, that shit was hella snow
No winter, I’m talkin’ hella dope (hella dope)
Jimmy Henchman sent that shit through Interscope
Tony Montana put it on a banana boat (boat)
Seen the Coast Guard, threw it over, and let it float (float)

[Interlude]
Yeah, at the top of [?] right now
Ayy you know what I’m sayin’, like
Literally
Growin’ up we never thought like we could really leave the hood, like
Lookin’ down on you niggas, literally
Our zip code
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Everything illusion, uh, don’t get confused with (yeah)
This shit you fuck with to trap (trap), but end up abusin’
Life good, nigga, brand strong, price high
Look at your life, nigga, money down, lights high (damn)
When blogs mention you sayin’ that Gotti into you (huh?)
Took you to different temperatures, yeah I like every inch of you (facts)
Youngsta ’bout to drop (drop), I’m ridin’ in a drop (top)
You tryna buy a watch (watch), I’m tryna buy the block (yup)
My lil’ nigga got a liger, tiger mixed with lion (facts)
Your lil’ nigga’s vision small, his OG’s were lyin’ (facts)
Yeah, you were raised to fail (fail), free Meek from jail (free my nigga)
The streets gon’ hold you down, my nigga, you bound to prevail (facts)

[Interlude]
Ayy, last time we were over here, I think me, you and Cardi B (facts)
Were stayin’ at the Versace and shit (facts)
It was my birthday, your birthday, we went up, yeah (facts)

[Verse 3]
Middle of the desert, shit feel like my hood (dry)
When the plug ain’t come, no insufficient funds (high)
I got a black card, but I keep a hundred grand
In a rubber band in honor of the dopeman
First London, then Dubai, then I went to France (France)
I want a Chinese bitch, I may go to Japan
Young rich prince nigga, from sellin’ yay (M)
I’m just wanted, nigga, CM10 on the way

The Notorious B.I.G. – Come On (1st Take) Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Nigga was motherfuckin’ hyped up
Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga
And it was on from there wasn’t nothing stopping him holmes
(What did the rest of them niggas do)
Them motherfuckers was ready for anything
Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
Niggas doing what they had to do holmes
Niggas on the real flip mode homes
Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
Niggas was antsy, like come on, come on, motherfuckers!

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 1: Sadat X]
Let’s go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
Off the forehead, everything is real
Biggie put me on this joint, so I’ma be the big wheel
Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
Hey Biggie, I understand you’re from Brooklyn
With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking

[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
A strange form, something kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat’s kind of spiritual
Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
And, uh, do you know where you’re going to?
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC wanna sing for a living
Take the beatdown we fucking giving
C’mon, motherfucker!

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 3: Sadat X]
I walk slight but I carries a big stick
Nobody pay me close, hey Biggie buy another toast
My shit is set off
Somebody screaming somebody is shot
Is it over Crack, or a nigga will try to act?
The big city don’t spare no bodies
Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
I’m in real form, ready to rush your dorm
Hold back your mom ’cause I came for your daughter
Is it time for slaughter, or should I pull the plug?
Sometimes I get wild lifted, and niggas tell me I bug
I claim now, this my set, somebody could be wet
Ayo Biggie, give me the word and I’ll let out the herd
With that Uptown spliff, 45th inside the gift
And we can do this
Check it out

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]
I got seven Mac-11’s, about eight .38’s
Nine 9’s, ten Mac-10’s the shits never end
You can’t touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that’s how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread
Lil’ Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don’t resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello

[Hook]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

Scarlxrd – I Am Damaged Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooooh Ooooh Ooh Haha Yeah
Scar, fucking mad ting, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Fuck a sick day but I can’t take time off
Wipe my bars in a whip no white off
All the frustration got me inspired
‘Bout to go get my empire
Drop the end if you wanna be wiser
Third degree burns got heated climate
Sweats might turn I’m feelin’ violent
‘Bout to destroy the peace and cause riots
Can’t handle the beast I’ve summoned
Be prepared for the shit that’s comin’
I’ve struggled before and suffered
They don’t wanna see me do well so fuck ’em
Got the hunger deep in my stomach
Grind don’t grind they see who’s tougher
I had to stop and think one time
I’m an Olympian why am I runnin’?
Fuck that [?] on my neck
Worth way more than the ice you wear
Noone knows about the time I’ve spent
I write facts like they’re pretendin’, okay
[?] my pain to your head
Say 1 word it’s dead or there for G’s
I’ll back them to the end
Fuck that ride or die for my friends
All the gas I don’t buy it
You don’t know me so don’t try it
You think I relate to who?
I got more in common with a cartoon lion
Take out kings and nice them
Tony Montana expand and buy it
I do sex and drugs not violence
Step in the room make everyone silent
I have so much time on clock
You stand still I duck and dodge
Lick man down with the snooker flow
You hit off and I get two shots
I don’t look back to the past
My future’s bright and so long
I got big then I moved on
I was on tele but I didn’t even watch like
Give a fuck what anyone said
Absorbing all heat and rising like bread
I’m always all in my flushes they [?]
[?] bodies in your trunk are dead
They only place I camp is gold
I feel like I’m Usain Bolt
Went to the paycheck on my toes
Fuck a fake friend I don’t need those
I hit the [?]
Think of madness
Place that ting right down to the roach
Some of my guns are loaded
Some of my men still do road

(I’ll finish them tonight :3 – Uzeh)

YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don’t fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

Meek Mill – Team Rich Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, mmm, turn the beat up a lil’ beat
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that’s the head of the crew
‘Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall, die or somethin’, everybody falls
We live by this shit
If you got money, you fall, it gon’ catch you
When the whole team rich

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

[Verse 1]
Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don’t mean shit
Look at what pop did to Mitch, he done move thirteen bricks
Niggas ain’t loyal, these bitches ain’t loyal so we never trust ’em
I lay with that chopper, I sleep with one eye open these niggas’ll touch ya
I go to sleep with that Mac on the dresser
Shit, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don’t go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I ’bout to go to Atlanta before I go banana
Prayin’ these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin’ me
Pussy niggas, they said, they ain’t started me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I’m like, look what this money shit doin’ to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I’m gettin’ money, shit, I got your bitch in Jamaica
Dirty whinin’, rolling papers
Never minding for your favours
Fuck, it’s time we do it major
We’ve been grinding for a minute
Bust a hundred with my niggas
That’s the only way I’m living

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

[Verse 2]
You know I ride for my dawgs
It’s always down for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and now they fuck [?] with my dawgs
Nigga, it’s deep
We do not fall out for bitches ’cause we done fucked all of them bitches
I’m alley-ooping these hoes, I get all my assistants
You know I’m ball with my niggas (Woo)
Time to get back on that trill shit
Came in the game with some real shit
You came in the game with some bullshit
I turn it on when I wanna hit my kill switch
I make a mill’ quick, then I double up
I came from the bottom like a upper-cut
When the feds came, got the bubble-guts
Shit, I pray to god, it ain’t one of us
I pray to god, I don’t fuck this up
But then make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing shit, probably blow this shit
Shit, they said I can’t do a show and shit
They ain’t know the shit that I’m goin’ through
I never show that shit, I’m immune to it
I should kill these niggas, let my goons do it
I can smell the money, it coming soon to us

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

Kash Doll – Panda Lyrics

[Intro]
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 1]
Send a hundred bottles to my section
Got bad bitches in my VIP
Hundred thousand, nothing less than
We lit that bitch up like a Christmas tree
We lit that bitch up, a first energy
See I do not know what to tell you
Wanna fuck with Kash
Wanna run me that
I’m hard on a nigga, Griselda
I’m starting to teach hoes a lesson
I’m stunting to fight off oppression
Got pussy thats like a vacation
Real niggas all in formation
A hundred thousand thats the Audi
God bitch, I’m just getting started
I been getting money, I been styling on it
Yeah bitch I’ve been pushing the foreigns

[Bridge]
Woah, I think I’m gonna come back one more time
I’ll just come right back, haha
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 2]
I’ma make ’em sick ’till they all hurl
Black american, doll girl
Good pussy, I got the power
Fuck you pay me, it’s our world
Money up, I’ve been finessing
Princess cut, I’m VVS’ing
Sak pase! but I ain’t Haitian
Play a nigga like a Playstation
The game ma, I’m running that
It’s bank time, where your money at?
Got lil’ bread, for a lil’ head
I’m a boss bitch, I ain’t stunting that
In one moth, made a hundred racks
My mic on, my ass fat
Pussy wrapped up, it’s all crack
I’m killing it, funeral, all black
Woah!

[Outro
Have you ever had a panda pussy?
Haha, panda pussy
Yeah, I had to
Aye, I’m just gonna kill all these remixes since I can’t do my own shit right now
Haha, fuck these labels
Swear to god
A bitch dropped a mixtape and it revived
I swear to god

Ice Cube – Only One Me (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

[Intro]
That’s some gangsta shit
Check the original, y’all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, this insane

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers love me
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
Look homie, you can be my cronie
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
When I’m in this pulpit I might catch some fire
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
Ain’t nothing flier than my fuckin’ rims and my tires
And a word to the wise, you better fuckin’ recognize
That I been on the block since bitches did the wop
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
If Cube ain’t top 3, then you’s a bitch to me
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
West Coast bitch, yeah that’s all me
With Too Short and the D-R-E
We made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Nigga no
Leave you baffled and gaffled
And running through your house like it’s a motherfuckin’ raffle
I’m a asshole with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
It’s all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out

[Chorus]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right

[Verse 2]
So what you from the gutter
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest
But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest
I’m a artist that’ll paint your rigor mortis
You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise
Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
And that’s how you get it, 20 years in a row
Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
Bet 10 that you ass ain’t got no soul
Grab that cold ass white man steel
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
Big drills, found him in the landfill
You got 30 years but you my man still
Fuck them tears, Tony Montana
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta
This ain’t the banana nigga, this is Alabama
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga

[Chorus]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right

[Outro]
Gangsta Shit!

Chief Keef – So Cal (Thot Breaker Album)

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse]
I ride a Lamb like a Kawasaki
I take a shot, who is there to block me?
I’m smoking dope, and you can never stop me
I give her D, and she can never rock me
Spanish mami, and she call me Papi
She said she like it when I pull up in a Rari
She say out loud "I know I’m full of shit, I’m sorry"
I’m out here fucking every bitch in every party

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse 2]
The beauty [?]
She like this Willy Wonka
I know she really really want ya
Let a nigga hug her
I might fuck around and dump her
She get hotter than a summer
She get wetter than a public pool
She told me she don’t even really fuck with you
I got on my Tony Montana suit
‘Cause I’m getting that Tony Montana loot
Ridin’ the city in a Tony Montana coupe
In a suite with a bad bitch from Santa Cruz

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I’m living out in So Cal

Chief Keef – So Cal Lyrics

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go “wow”
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse]
I ride a Lamb like a Kawasaki
I take a shot, who is there to block me?
I’m smoking dope, and you can never stop me
I give her D, and she can never rock me
Spanish money, and she call me Papi
She said she like it when I pull up in a Rari
She say out loud “I know I’m full of shit, I’m sorry”
I’m out here fucking every bitch in every party

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go “wow”
I’m living out in So Cal

[Verse 2]
The beauty [?]
She like this Willy Wonka
I know she really really want ya
Let a nigga hug her
I might fuck around and dump her
She get hotter than a summer
She get wetter than a public pool
She told me she don’t even really fuck with you
I got on my Tony Montana suit
‘Cause I’m getting that Tony Montana loot
Ridin’ the city in a Tony Montana coupe
In a suite with a bad bitch from Santa Cruz

[Hook]
I can’t put the pole down
Babygirl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how
He ain’t got no style
I can’t put the bankroll down
Babygirl, you really know how
To make a nigga go “wow”
I’m living out in So Cal

Jimmy Prime – My Way (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Hook]
Ay, come do it my way
Smoking blunts on the highway
Making money to fly away
I ain’t slept in like five days
She know this cash never ends
This luxury never gon end
Blue Mercedes they never gon’ end

[Verse 1]
I go crazy if I don’t get it
No fugazi, I’m true as my leather
Ferragamo that match with the luggage
Cross the border despite all this thuggin’
The hustle ain’t never gon’ end
This family ain’t never gon’ end
When you real you ain’t gotta pretend
All of that other shit’s bogus
She fucking with me cause I’m focused
Yaa

[Hook]
Ay, come do it my way
Smoking blunts on the highway
Making money to fly away
I ain’t slept in like five days, ay
She know this cash never ends
This luxury never gon’ end
Blue Mercedes they never gon’ end, aww

[Verse 2]
If you love me then why would you trip?
She should be taking them trips
In Vegas you fuck up the strip
Hit the table you double the chips
Saint Lauren see they came with the raps
Match the shoes with the hues and the prints
She a freak so I got it on tape
Watch me go dive in a lake
I need that cash in my face
Feel like Tony Montana my god
Screaming the world is mine baby
Screaming the world is mine baby, ay
Yeah yeah, yeaah

[Hook]
Ay come do it my way
Smoking blunts on the highway
Making money to fly away
I ain’t slept in like five days, ay
She know this cash never ends
This luxury never gon’ end
Blue Mercedes they never gon’ end, aww

Rick Ross – Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy (Rather You Than Me Album)

"Reminiscing on that, uh
I remember they used to give us that free cheese
Give you the big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo (Maybach Music)
You know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?"
Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I still hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words are mumbled
This the biggest
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another Phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s "bonjour"
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour
Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe only once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is

RICK ROSS – Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy lyrics

“Reminiscing on that, uh…
I remember they used to give us that free cheese…
A big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo, you know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?”

Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words that will mumble you

This the biggest…
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s “bonjour”
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour

Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is

Harneala – Killa Fonic feat. Nosfe versuri

Versuri Killa Fonic – Harneala

Dai cu ciocu cioara, n-ai co*ie
S-o dai in strada cum o dai de pe telefon Hahhh!
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala
Ai un AK da’ e de la jumbo
Incearca-ma in plm cu plumb fa
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala
Cica ai gang, da’ e harneala.

La Roma, cu Golanii, pe schiuri,
Zece dolari si un cd, ok,
Astia, vorbesc tot timpu’ de fake viewuri,
Stresanti ca sora lu’ Dexter, Dee Dee, ok,
Ce faci tu, e ca Tyson pentru Holyfield,
Musca de ureche, holly shit,
Nu musca de ureche, nu musca,
L-am vazut pe tata, tragea cu pusca,
Pow pow, n-am arme-s ok,
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ma cauta, astia-n, gaura de sarpey,
O dau cu mine, si-o dau singuri, mmma, lasa-i,
Lama Fina, luna plina, go pro, pe cap, zzzz, varsa-i,
Varza-i, industria, n-o sa pierd timp cu astia,
Le le-ngrop, cariera, ghili-mele, c-astia,
Si-o dau cu mine-n filme-le, alea gangshta,
Da’ n-o sa mai vada lumina, m-am jurat.

Aoleu nosfe am adus doua,
Ps ps haha tu fa-te ca ploua,
Hai pe ei sa facem sa ploua,
In Intunecata noapte pe la 2,
Dau un telefon sunt afiliat cu sss,
Bagabonti adevarati numele e sss,
Incearcama cioara incearca-ma m*ie,
Am Oameni in spate nu pot sa dau nume,
Am alba Tony Montana yeah,
Am doua coarde din clica ta bro,
Pune-ma Lu-K pe beat ca-i omor,
Fratimiu’ Galatean jur ca nu sta,
Banii put a mii de maini de sclav da’ jur ca n-am simtit mirosul gurii taleee.
Versuri Killa Fonic
Video Killa Fonic