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'Fire' Lyrics - DJ Kay Slay Ft. Vado, Papoose & Young Chris
Here is Fire Lyrics by DJ Kay Slay Ft. Vado, Papoose & Young Chris

(Verse)
Money out of violence and drugs only
Vado be that motherfuckin thug homie
Pow! Pow! Blood everywhere
The drug is catch caine, now the blood’s everywhere
Choppa the crowned vic, got drugs heavy there
You thought it was not sick, Jesus had every year
Now I’m rich like look boy I’m over those
Tryna play fantasy football, we’re hovin em
Bangin the protection, I took more than both of them
Scoop my little bro but I look forward, the ghost for them
Nas just copped another watch
I just drove off the lot, pushin another drop
My first stop 95th then hit the water spot
The feds got me on shit that could get my mother high
Ah, big Joe locked, murder 2
Free Lelly Love, my slum game, we got a few
Locked up top so we’re buried in gutter too
Can’t forget Mad, match bein my nigga Poo

(Hook)
Didn’t say it gon be something to witness
Get yo block hot, make it flip like a cam bitch
Steady on the grind I’m on a mission
And you know we got that fire

(Verse)
Rose from the dirt, you know what’s under the shirt
We had to shoot for the turf, niggas shoot or get murked
Before I bring the ladder, put the little ruggas to work
Run up in this while I put the little shooters to work
Got the Reggie for the dollar, 3 stacks for the sour
Chain smoking, runnin through 3 packs every hour
Take a nigga strip so quick, we make it ours
Leave em in tub full of blood, we make the shower
No more powder, I got these niggas takin flowers
Either man up or we keep wreckin you cowards
Four down, red nose, attack mode
100 thousand AP, I meant to
Mac 4, back trappin in black clothes
Duckin petrol, fuck up them assholes
Young niggas can’t fool me, get exposed
Young fit keep on tryin, Nick Bones

(Hook)
Didn’t say it gon be something to witness
Get yo block hot, make it flip like a cam bitch
Steady on the grind I’m on a mission
And you know we got that fire

(Verse)
I spark the same fire that lit the torch of liberty
Thoughts of authenticity, torch em and scorch em lyrically
Off then forth and willingly, lost in a world of trickery
Talking with all simplicity
Offer a raw delivery
I’m pourin Hennessy, offerin all my enemies
Same headshots you saw when they slaughtered Kennedy
You lost your dignity whoring across the industry
That’s the truth and you just a pussy who lost virginity
Contingence, let those go when I taught those mentally stronger
That loss of memory, all of em gon remember me
Scorin off the trigger, we warring for world supremacy
Student of the Woo, I swarm in a world of killer bees
We Kay Slay, we brought in the awkward chemistry
Causing extortion penalties, drawing abortion vividly
Your guns American made, the Shotty was born in Italy
Me myself and I, fair warning, don’t cross the trilogy

(Hook)
Didn’t say it gon be something to witness
Get yo block hot, make it flip like a cam bitch
Steady on the grind I’m on a mission
And you know we got that fire

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'Rolling Stone' Lyrics - DJ Kay Slay Ft. Game, Young Buck & Papoose
Here is Rolling Stone Lyrics by DJ Kay Slay Ft. Game, Young Buck & Papoose

(Verse)
Nigga pull up, hop out the cutlass, tell a nigga fuck this
I ain’t toleratin no fuck shit
Wifey at the halfway house, with a bitch with her ass hanging halfway out
I aint bout no games nigga, thats my name
Gold grill with a blunt hangin halfway out
Nigga can’t tell me shit unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out
Crib laid out like a pimp here, your bitch there on a bed made out
Nigga talkin that fuck shit, we just spread out
Boy get yo whole motherfuckin hood K’d out
I was born in the CP, Tommy on my lap
If it’s cheese in that hoe you can find me in the trap
But when it’s snap, give a fuck about a rap
Yuck me and Buck back, 7-11 on the crack
See a Cadillac? Get the fuck up outta there
Grand Theft Auto on a bitch ass nigga
Getting 3 up, bring a truck up outta that
Then pop bottles, let me hit that nigga
Roll blunts the size of this mack
I’m in love with the kush, ain’t givin that back, trill nigga
Smoke til my lungs collapse
Pass out with a 5th of that cognac
Real niggas gon recognize this G shit
Don’t come at me with no peace shit
That peace shit, that was ‘89
I get yo ass hit with 89’s
Motherfucker fore the cops get down, nigga J’s comin off
Drive off with the K’s runnin off
Fly home, tuck my sons into bed
Kiss my daughter on the head and leave a note by her motherfuckin bed

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

(Verse)
Ain’t shit changed with me nigga
Been around the world with the same AK
Same clip with mo bodies on it
Then hook yo hood with this beef shit
Lookin around but nobody want it
Niggas know what’s up with Buck
Get a couple murder cases comin up
Shoot first!
Molly poppin, that’s young niggas
All they really wanna do now is so guns
Movin on and I’m gone
Papa got a brand new home
And I’m not lookin back, I’m just cookin crack
Until I get back where I belong
My bitch leave brains all on my seat
But these niggas’ blood all on my hands
Been ridin up and down these streets
Fuckin as many niggas I can
Shotgun shell still in my leg
Got a few racks still on my head
Gotta stay strapped now, they handicapped now
Fuck niggas who’s stealin my bread
Had to buy a graveyard for just trappers
Ain’t got a funeral home for you rappers
Know I can play the role with you actors
When we gon get enough to come after
Now send it nigga, I’m going Kendrick nigga
You can start the shit but I’mma end it nigga
If you getting money better spend it nigga
This real life, no pretending nigga
Back at it again, fresh out the pen
Remember back then? They had to let me in
And yall niggas talkin bout cashin out
I need a trash bag to put the cash in

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

(Verse)
They told me papa was a rolling stone
Like Mick Jagger keep bitches round they whips, Charlie hold it holmes
You ain’t a poet cus you wrote a poem
I am lyrically until these spirits really higher on the totem pole
I get the cheese, cheddar mozzarella
American, moderate, jack, swizz, feta, mars the prevalone
I bring a nigga down limb by limb
Blood sweat tears molecules flesh then show my chromosomes
Jim star, raise it fo yo dome
With a hole in yo face shot just like Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
Tote the chrome and spark blast with a dark mask, tryna pop trash, blowin at yo motor home
I’m on LeBron, catch you bitchin on my block
I’mma knock it out the park
Babe Ruth, go and throw it go
I grab his bones squeeze 3, brought him like DD, you PC no ET in fully home
Guantanamo… all of yall fucked up
Young Buck, roll em holmes
Have a glass of murda, have em grab the burner
I’m so nice, can see these rappers cry so loaners
My way fowl, don’t convert you have a jazz converter
You need bigger hard drives, I’mma crash yo server
I was raised with the killers in a class of burglars
I’ve been the truth in the booth go and ask the jugger
This is annihilation, you niggas violatin, won’t die hatin, getting shots like immunization
I’m sendin vibrations that could shake a wise nation
And if the devil was a liar then you gon die satan
You ever disrespect my brother soldiers
You gon see a bunch of Rolls with tints, throw em in the cellar
Blood on my hands so blood money low
You got blood on yo hands cus you a cutthroat

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

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Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Free

Straight outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lap
A nigga was born to rap 'bout drug tales and all the rats
This is for Chef Jr., now that's Italiana
Chicken Parmesan and bocce with my Pizanas
I told my [?] I'll die with my honor
Six bad bitches, some marijuana, with [?]
If you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these bitches sent me
Hopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister Bentley
When Suge had the roll, Jay start the Roc
I was in the [?] fuck the cops
With the killer cross, had Iverson on the block
Graced the cover of The Source, tell me that ain't hot
When in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max
Fuck them T.O.'s, and [?] for hatin' new crack
Four months on the toilet shit, I can do that
Came with thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that?
Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda been in the State
[?] the Texas to Brazil, now we raisin' the stakes
I seen Gordouli, know that nigga big like Chapo
Shout out to you know who, let me fuck in the [?]
[?], first thing in the mornin'
Tried to send me to the shoe for the first pair of Jordans
I had a thing for the secretary, wassup Ms. Jordan?
All that ass in them pants had you feelin' important
Left with J's on my feet, J's, J's on my feet
Straight out the cage, sun raised on the beach
And I ain't got to lie, my son raised on the beach
Crib with the elevator, Gabe on the piece

Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Free

Gun choke, move dope, niggas know my repertoire
Bulletproof smart car, level six AR
Cocktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heat
Revolve, cock, bang, revolve, it's off
Cocaine, medating, codeine better lean
The fuck out my way, drive the bricks down the highway
Its an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye?
I had them wearing vests, now these niggas wear dresses
I take you back to the essence, free of charge a nigga so large, these niggas is stretching, I bless 'em
The pounds the purple with profits precise
With precision, we'll move you up the [?], you get that right
Money motivation, this bread in the basket
Go ahead, say something 'bout it while you gettin' your ass kicked
Niggas back on the New York bullshit
My little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it off

Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Free

Free again
Back to bein' free again
Back to bein' me again
With all my precious freedom
My precious, precious freedom

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Here is Victorious Lyrics by DJ Kay Slay Ft. Jon Connor, Papoose & Mysonne

Who wanna test my test to cause
who is next to go
that’s the size of vegetables
give a text to the best and the globe
you would need extra o’s
that’s this close this gone to a gun fight
with your ..in your chest expose
lyrically niggas rap this like I hit so hard and your chest explode
oh, I’m the shit nigga mess that close
smell me like you got extra nose, extra genuine, extra hoe
getting in the back where the extras goes
can’t get ass when the text is flow
fuck you fake fuckers that’s where the..foe
you’re fucking with me I’m guessing..
Look I got hottest shit you’re the opposite
well I’ma spit it where I’ma spit
awful dramas when you’re in drama fight for consciousness
diamond yeah that’s what I’ve been promisin
so I won’t stop until I accomplish it
best in the world I like this sound of it
ain’t nobody better I bet it I put my mama on it
I’m a mother fucker I want it I make you mama on it
slay the drama you king so you niggas fuckin with royalty
and bluff a blow destroy anyone who got told a toy with me

I’m a cycle pan I want you the mike so fast
my angle is dangerous as a motorcycle..
you write your trash and they support you despite your trash
you’re shitting on your own people or white your ass
you left out loud but man fuck your vibal
you rappers study my verses like vibal class
bunch of crabs in the barrel I don’t like no crabs
I run upon you wearing the Michael Myers man
why would I put a nail in your..
that’s the silly way you already dead
you can’t get out the..anyway
beat you like margarita when he was bout to ..
stay with your verse like the holla the mogo
I’m the underground….
eat you like a rap snapper check..just master
best rapper..just after skip master..

I make em foe like..
the flow I can toll to the break..
I’m so roll who is really rest son
not too many in my class I’m like special..
they provoking me vocally flowing locally
no cope for me rebounding when makes for you and..
she spoke told me told me hopefully
that I bring real haters wanna see me in the pen
so I ain’t the deal
who’s playing with the kid I send dusky with the pen
I’m just playing what you can
ask lay if you don’t pay then I’m breaking your charge
you forgot but your memory bank on the floor
best overall..making my rain Dwain James and ..
yeah that ball Frederico can’t ignore
floating nail in the coffee no man..

I’m the ghetto Shakespeare DeNiro when can’t fear
DeNiro chaser I can taste when cakes near
I stay clear to fake ’cause they clear
lane niggas getting their places stay there
and they cheer I’m the underdog
’cause I’m the one with the guns so
yeah I’m the gun it..
none of you fucking with me
can’t do nothing with me
no I’ma doubt but some of you cut with me
all the board last train lost the fast lane
nigga you a dead man, walking is your last name
had bad bitches came faster than the cash game
them bitches gone I’m just glad that you cash me
half way to the top clap way to the..
half of you niggas on my path would have stopped
niggas would have cope please no way and not me
that’s why the true cheese got me and it cut three

These bullets gonna ricochet fuckin with my nigga slame
dot to a multin grade cowards I’ma make her pay
hand on the stand wheel..the son and have the deal
Rose poppin bout to pop another pill
you already know I’m hood I ain’t got purple trade
now I’m new fade away down he’s got his money straight
I just wanna fuck her mouth you can take her on the day
wait this one weather better get the gun
you think is..cook out and having fun
he think in black ..and clapping son
no chain I guarantee I’m coming back and one
hit the block and move it on till my pack is done

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[busta rhymes]
when i come and i hop and a skip and i rhyme
and im dumb and i drop and a spit and i shine
ey ey ey nigga whatcu really wanna do?
you ain't know that i'm comin to take what's mine?
everytime i come i hit u with a little bit of killa,
betta know that u can never never see me little nigga
while im at the top, i will never stop, when a nigga pop,
see the way i run it? and leave a nigga bitter?
ya'll know when i do my thang and i bang,
bitta boom bitta bomb bidda bang! everybody know that
when it comes to this shit i gotta spit,
muthafucka better crown me king wit'a passion and alot of action
see the way they grab em (how u do it)
now they wanna ask em how a nigga smash em see
that when you have em (drag em through it!).
hey hey hey hey hey hey
now they gotta know what a nigga do all day count
bread make a nigga wanna bounce heads
when i drop heat in this streets ok?
u shitty with a gearshift gimmick
and i hope alot of niggas leavin their clinic.
it dont really matter who u wanna ask about me...
cuz i be the feircest with it.
while im givin u the final chapter, with lotta laughter,
see the way to capture everybody probly telling you the same shit
u dont really wanna come after.
now i suggest u listen whenever u hear that i be up in the building.
trust me this is not the place for u to bring your children

[layzie bone]
the b o n e we got plenty of flows,
from cleveland ohio we rollin them foes,
they told me the record was only for pros,
so layzie gon get it vp i suppose, bold,
slammin them cadilac doors,
my story the coldest that never been told,
sit back while i tell it it's thuggish, we blaze,
forever im young and it never get old.
poppin the bottle rosay when i ballz,
smell the aroma just follow your nose,
we thug on the corner from night to the sun up, u run up,
get down and fall let it explode, low only real gangstas role,
so, homie we smash around,
when we crash collide who ever dem wannabe foes,
so, og status, still got money up under the mattress,
niggas dont get it, i stick like cactus,
money so tall these niggas need ladders,
try to come close but they never can match us or catch us,
we the masters yall already know how we do on the air,
they never compare we live on the stratus,
feelin to batchya, wit a twist and bust,
nigga come through with twist and bus',
niggas been famous, they know how to aim it they spittin my language,
adrenalin rush feminine niggas a minimal brush,
back to the to the dust, we willin to clutch

[twista]
now i be the coldest on the island,country or on the peninsula,
hit them with the venom and then imma disintegrate em
or fade em fuck em cause i hate em im hot if u not check the tempreture
mayday wit kay slay drop the bomb on them
when they put me on the track and imma show em who is out
when i make em go and comit suicide like dress like a phantom or
do willem about to get get in em,
i open the door cuz im dope with the flow never no huffalla flow
was a drug or imma eat the bitch open and hopes some more so lokus
the poem ill never know who u can go check the portfolio cant slay em
just have'ta fuck at you and then imma stick em u know we can go
of course so go get yo coat this be the season for niggas that sneezin
and snoozin and if u keep hetsin me that be catching the beatin
and bruisin whats up look at the mojo look at the swag
it lookin all over vernacular,
things i've been doin cuz imma stay infinite
so they be callin me dracula
oops i mean blackula when im attackin ya pullin up on them
in the new acura a new panamera or the superleggera
with the pino grigio seats
i see that u niggas be hatin
so the next time u see me dont speak
now u know u know not to send me no beat
cuz imma kill it and murder anybody that dont wanna get it
where they wanna get up in it
cuz ill be the bidness imma menace all the way up to the finish
make an enemy deminish wanna get up in the battle
even if we gotta be up on the block
2012 hip hop the shiit dont stop
just slide through to spit some thug shit

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3 c’s, 2 m’s, call it … clarity, million dollar marriages
Cut the tape on this motherfucker right here, gunplay drama

Hey you heard about the home boy?
Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide
Yeah got damn,
Nigga you know how we play now
Yeah got damn
Better lay down and stay down
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down?
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down?

Empire shell catcher, on this,
… that long ratchet, on that
Hundred 50 in the can, dusting
Still … bim, bim…
You shot by the gram, you can die about that
Ain’t no lying about that…
So we going bang cucu, I roll… sucu
Handcuffs like a new …
Bitch I’m black ops, noobs tube
Now who wanna run… one team
Fuck you want me to do
Feeling unbeatable
My wolf pack snapping, looking unfittable
… gonna get bruised, untreatable
… about time on the way
… many died on the way
You … won’t drop down on the way

Hey you heard about the home boy?
Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide
Yeah got damn,
Nigga you know how we play now
Yeah got damn
Better lay down and stay down
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down?
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down?

Blood sweat and tears, mind over matter
Shitting on you niggas, got a bad …
… my bitch from Atlanta,
Sit on daddy lap, guess she call me Santa
Dancing in that pussy bitch I think I’m MC Hammer
Touch my paper bitch I’m bucking like I’m out of temper
Still at it, they say my flow tragic,
…niggas…
Real niggas, deal with them, leave a nigga in the bars like…
Warrup k, give me some of them bad bitches
The ones who like it rough and hard like them college …
You feel me, you feel me?
How the bitches throw me about just like a frisby
Word up, straight stunting
Bitch I hit the villa talking 5 hundred

Hey you heard about the home boy?
Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide
Yeah got damn,
Nigga you know how we play now
Yeah got damn
Better lay down and stay down
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down?
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down?

Hk, Hr, hollow… run up in your vestibule
…leave your ass a vegetable
Beefing … side dish
I ain’t a chef but I mastered how to fry a fish
When digits stacking, kidding turn into kidnapping
I know the pigs tapping…
Feds following me like I’m playing Sonic …
Bishop… drama dead
I’m with the drama king, you know how drama do it
…head buster, leader of the military
…street sweeper… when money ain’t nothing, of course they fucking
… go get my money fast

Hey you heard about the home boy?
Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide
Yeah got damn,
Nigga you know how we play now
Yeah got damn
Better lay down and stay down
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down?
Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn
Why he didn’t pull that down? Got damn

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Hey oh, Kay Slay!
I ain’t no rapper, but I shit on some rappers
I’m better than most of ‘em rappers out there!
Oh… it DJ Khaled, Drama
About my money, I’mma chop my life on this!
Hey, yow young.. what they do..?
New York money connection.
I’m a Korean, this is some real shit!
I can see the money coming from a mile away
I can see the money coming from a mile away
Drop a hundred racks, put it o pack, man
High style, black diamonds in the…
All black six.. with the curtains closed
All black six.. with the curtains closed
Pulling up to my estate, I’m in this state of mine
Expanding my business, now every state is mine
More hits for you fuck boys
We got way more hits for you fuck boys
Streets talking told me… now you got the power
Cause we’re the best when you’re here, is playing the drama.

Chorus:
We’re the reason,
You throw your hands in the air
..popping bottles, pretty women everywhere
We’re the reason,
You know you’re rocking millionaires
Like you mother fuckers don’t see us over here!
We’re the reason,
Strippers bounce into the beat
..seven days of the week.
We’re the reason
We’re the reason
So pay homage to the king of the streets!

I came through the door, now, let’s rock him loud!
I kick through the door…
..educating these savages, they’re pushing the lines.
The truth of living, I keep it down by my side
Straight .. magazine, you know how I ride!
DJ can’t slay from around the ay
Aka, slap your favorite DJ!
But that’s some more shit!
We’re getting money right now!
Real bosses on this track who’ll be sucking it down
So bring that .. the break dance
The real MCs, the DJs with fats hands
I live for this shit, I die for the game
New York mother fucker, I ride with no lames!
Warning, warning, warning
..the drama king is in the building
It’s about to be on!

Chorus:
We’re the reason,
You throw your hands in the air
..popping bottles, pretty women everywhere
We’re the reason,
You know you’re rocking millionaires
Like you mother fuckers don’t see us over here!
We’re the reason,
Strippers bounce into the beat
..seven days of the week.
We’re the reason
We’re the reason
So pay homage to the king of the streets!

Is la cr�me de la cr�me
The mix-tape equivalent..
Friends/co-defenders, stay away from fans
Commissions of cut masters at the round table breaking bread!
Slay boss models to the lab, and they… a lot of paper and ass.
Make it ring! Main profit of the black market, but I’m so hood!
Drop my box, caught it walking down the red carpet (my bad)
Can’t forget where I came from
The block showed the nigger how to traffic
But I took another…
And applied to this game without master
(who was you?)
First name: Soul, last name: Classic
Aka top five, dead or alive
I play different, a lot of niggers could…
There’s only one…
Play the player position, to go in other direction
Stop trying to .. the gun in my session.

Chorus:
We’re the reason,
You throw your hands in the air
..popping bottles, pretty women everywhere
We’re the reason,
You know you’re rocking millionaires
Like you mother fuckers don’t see us over here!
We’re the reason,
Strippers bounce into the beat
..seven days of the week.
We’re the reason
We’re the reason
So pay homage to the king of the streets!

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