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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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'Last Supper' Lyrics - Game ft. Ar-16, Jadakiss & Styles P
Here is Last Supper Lyrics by Game Ft. Ar-16, Jadakiss & Styles P

Sad, pitiful this is what it's come to
You know, fuck it
Real nigga gonna surface
Fuck niggas gonna drown
Aha
Sound session

A hunger pain that make nigga hateful
That’s why you can’t bring bread with the ungrateful
He can’t look in your eyes and he can’t (face you)
Wait for them to try, he can’t (wait to)
I rather die out here just to [?]
I had from nine to five (I sold base too)
I beat the shit out of niggas (I got a case too)
And when I ate, I make sure everybody ate too
Only God could judge us, only niggas can do us (rich)
They probably (underestimate you)
But still fuck how he gonna feel, (fuck you know the deal)
The last supper is three course meal (last supper)
All I see it’s G’s (sitting at the table)
Guns waiting keys ([?])
Money from the street (money from the label, money)
Run out for pop (like the nigga fatal)
Runnin out to bed (like the nigga gutta)
You ain't ride (fuck you nigga I ain’t studder)
He ain’t studder but the gun is studder
(Ratatatatat) motherfucker
(Little niggas respect Elvis)
(Slept with pretty bitchs that got you down like Grasel) Deblanco
Less coupes stashed in the console
(Last supper I let a hundred bricks on the [?])

Spaghetti dinners and ready niggas Jesus it’s able
Looking at [?] nothing but [?] in my table
My steady conversations
Don’t let the devil touch ya
Nothing but G's around the table for the last supper
Walkin' on water with baking soda to get my cake up
Breaking bread with forty theives hoping god save us
Looking all I see is G’s at the table
Looking all I see is G's at the table

Kiss tell sheik I gotta hustle like Russel
Burn us right in your face (never needed a muzzle)
16 in the Glock extendos for the tussle
(16 at the cop, don’t let the motherfucker cuff you)
LA you get shot down (New York gon cut you)
When the last time you’ve been to church (nigga we don’t trust you)
Like the bands front line (nigga we'll rush you)
Laughing over your body, we the one you look up to
Father figures (we raise guns) pull all the triggers
(They be sitting in birds) We be sonning all you niggas
When it's time to ride wein that Cutless smothered up
(We real gangstas) VH1 was just a cover up
Worldstar knock-out king (time to knuckle up)
We ride from California, nigga so buckle up
(We got a team full of killers when we huddle up)
Dead bodies everywhere (corners bring the shuttle bus)
Niggas gotta fuck with us (if not we fuck you up)
Bitches can get it too, bus driver with the upper cut
(Kiss barrels) pucker up (ain’t nobody scortching us)
Drama with the four of us (I'll make you niggas organed up)
Bad boys (always come through with enough to puff)
Like the 95' rap niggas (still roll a dutch)
We got grenades in our bags Glock's Justin Tuck
(That [?] automatic start) test your luck

Spaghetti dinners and ready niggas Jesus it’s able
Looking at [?] nothing but [?] in my table
My steady conversations
Don’t let the devil touch ya
Nothing but G's around the table for the last supper
Walkin' on water with baking soda to get my cake up
Breaking bread with forty theives hoping god save us
Looking all I see is G’s at the table
Looking all I see is G's at the table

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'God Forgive Us' Lyrics - Master P ft. Game & Nipsey Hu$$le
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(Intro)
God forgive us cus we do not know what we do
We only do what we see
The gift
All my real niggas out there
No limit forever mane
I told you it ain’t over, I made these niggas
I’m back to get what’s mine
This my life uh
This my life nigga
No limit forever
Boss of all bosses
Godfathered this shit nigga

(Verse)
A lil skinny nigga called me underdog
Hanging with my potnas, parkin that expensive cars
It’s funny how the rock that changed a nigga life
Went from sleepin on the floors to mattress, fuckin over night
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties
100 G’s to the preacher, shoulda seen his eyes
My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped
But these lil nigga to kill yo life is just one trip
Keep my pistol cocked, homie I don’t fuck with cowards
Took my bitch out the hood, here’s a million dollars
Put my trust in God and I love haters
Cus every time they talk shit, nigga I get paper
Watch yo enemies, you even got to watch yo friends
Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in
Boz caused this shit last year man this shit funny
Real niggas that turned bitch behind a little money
I thank God for my potna, my nigga Joey
Cus when I was hurt and he ain’t talk shit, he said pitch and throw it

(Hook)
Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
Rollin up switchers to this real shit
She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It’s no limit to this real shit

(Verse)
It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable
So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck wit you
Tie you and yo bitch up, then hop in the truck wit you
You die on yo way to the trap, the knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I’m fuckin you
Gangsta, hit it doggie style, what Chris Brown bump it to
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
Drove Rarris, parked Mazzis
Crooked on Appalachian sloaps
Ayo P they ain’t seen a cold nigga like this be
But these are the memoires of the gold rope
Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker, my conscience dream for a loco
Ice tea in them bricks, I been fuckin with Coco
11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a G.I. Joe
Birds by the boatload, that bitch life in a choke hold
It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho
Yea, ain’t no limit to this real shit
Masterin them pieces, 12, it’s time to kill shit

(Hook)
Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
Rollin up switchers to this real shit
She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It’s no limit to this real shit

(Outro)
Keep the credits rollin nigga
This my movie, I’m the director
I told yall niggas
Yall done woke up that motherfuckin sleep and jock

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[hook]
as i travel this lonely gangster road
just me and my negroes
we still got bomb hydro
we just double independent
and the night falls that’s when young girls go home
big girls put on small clothes
a party we will throw
a party we will throw now

[the game]
all i need is the chronic to keep me fit
a bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits
red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit
thank god for what i get but never really needed shit
i’m a hustler nigga, that’s how i got this red bentley
slay the competition and told them that dre sent me
walk in the smoke like what up loc
cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke
we gonna twist up, 8 for nate blow the smoke through the clouds
and hopes that it reaches the pearly gates
now, how many niggas wanna throw up a dub
and be surrounded by the baddest bitches up in the club yeah
it’s the math blood, sixes on the ave cuz
phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub
fuck her all night, wake her up at 6
lil mama grab your shit, get ghost

[hook]
as i travel this lonely gangster road
just me and my negroes
we still got bomb hydro
we just double independent
and the night falls that’s when young girls go home
big girls put on small clothes
a party we will throw
a party we will throw now

[warren g]
click clack what up, zig zag run up
nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack
tic tac toe up, i be in them streets like an intersection
i got connection, from every section
critical, political, it’s killer cal’
roll it up, now pass that shit around
my mental is cynical, original
thinking you could see us
i’m like nigga how?
i’m in that diamond lane, i’m in that diamond chain
glissing and glowing, i’m sipping liquor i’m blowing zippers my nigga i’m on one
i’m pushing the zone up, i’m sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up
my nigga game got the gun load
one shot mix a nigga brain like some gumbo, oh, oh
all that tough talk nigga, what for?
shut your scary ass up at the front door

[hook]

[warren g]
could nobody diss my nigga, damn i miss my nigga
pour out a little liquor, big nate dogg nigga 213
from the city by the sea, where the g’s ride,
turn around baby let me listen to the b-side
slap that, tap that, after that, east side
as i travel this road i see the street sign
ready for whatever, berrettas you know i keep mine

[the game]
mr l-b, c-p-t nigga we be, og to bg, that’s what we be, killer (what?)
cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray snoop, what up loc
i’m headed to the east side, g ride throwing up everything but the peace sign
gold daytonas, gangbang persona nigga trip, i’ma pop the top off his corolla

[hook]

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We are different people
Born alone I’ma die alone nigga, a renegade
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
..Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Different aspirations,

Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
I believe in god but deep inside resides the beast in me
Nightmares of being broke, never seem to be a joke
Sliding with that 44, and my life’s been revoke
Blind, erase the real G, paid and I’m still me
Real love the real, I don’t respect them niggas in between
I’m like Achilles from The Troy movie, that do some damage like a full Uzi
I am nothing like you other dudes
Same come and goes but we got different views
Snitching under pressure that’s a never do
Took the lawyer niggas with me as I’m making moves
Talking tough one with to that killer with you in the booth
I’m prepared to die, question is, are you?

We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
..Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations

They ill will, I’m prepared to die,
I got the blueprint of how to talk that 45
Surprise, realize I can’t be fucked with a no scale
Not the hoes, not the money, the swag
Now my g code, I’ma spray and reload
Hit your toe with a tag,
Niggas hood with it, your ace was good with it
He got that ace, I got the spades
Getaway car, we ready for the way,
Or whatever
I can’t be stopped, no … I’m the next sun
Half of million dollars up and get some
Burn on my waist I’m hollow shelling, come get some
I flip, you ain’t murder around,
Yeah, …nigga with the blood clot, don’t get blood shot
Murder ain’t shit for me, I love taking mug shots
Love taking bitches from Paris down to Jamaica
Love sitting on the flow of Rihanna watching the Lakers
I’m a bad boy ain’t seen puff in years though
But I keep some B.I.G. off in my ear lobes, hood

We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
..Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep, now I lay me down to sleep
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep.

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y'all know what it is, i sneak up in the club
i got that ratched on me, you don't want me to bug
you know what they call me, they call me super thug
and ...when i act up, i lehgo me a slug
lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

fast car, top down, this is how i like it, top down
red top, red bottoms, the fast ride around them
rock a molly, rock a ...
kick ... in they face, soccer goalie
i'm ... feeling myself, no e pill, i'm nothing but i'm feeling myself
yep, ... left hands slap box, them...are toys, match box
and i be good on them back blocks
i'm old school with the drop tops...
but the dashboard, ipads and laptops
got the...still in the stashbox
i stand tall, youngings look up to me
and ... got love... for me

y'all know what it is, i sneak up in the club
i got that ratched on me, you don't want me to bug
you know what they call me, they call me super thug
and ...when i act up, i lehgo me a slug
lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

somebody walked up and told me...
so i shot him and turned up my rock ... black lincoln sitting on stock rims
under black tint, cincinatti cop brim
you know my flavor, ...pull out your...
let him slice you once them i'ma blaze...
taste your blood like 45 minutes after mayweather...
fighting...
and all you little new... styles
just a pack of crowd, i come through acting wild
dressed in all black, blacker than... my jacket loud
...i bust guns and i wipe your teeth
hurricane ...can't live with us
then put us where god be

y'all know what it is, i sneak up in the club
i got that ratched on me, you don't want me to bug
you know what they call me, they call me super thug
and ...when i act up, i lehgo me a slug
lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

you can fuck the calm now, shout it let it go
brin squad pulled up it's like a car show
benz in my pocket flag, all my cargos
yeah i'll be...walking through the back door
...i love the sound when your girl go down
beef you better let it go
my youngings they are oping up the...
every round on me till the bar clothes
... it's the pink in my cup, no ...

y'all know what it is, i sneak up in the club
i got that ratched on me, you don't want me to bug
you know what they call me, they call me super thug
and ...when i act up, i lehgo me a slug
lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

all my people ready to party with me
it's whenever you wanna put in between
for my g's in the street puffing the loud
when we going hard, my lady's ready to fly x 2
lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo, lehgo

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