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I ain’t got a worry in the world
I went from Dealin bricks to …
And now to give me all I’m gonna be rich
I see the haters pointing and laughin’ at with tears
I ‘ m the biggest thing at my city and apast 10 years
They don’t do shit …
It ain’t the same ,mouth never gloves does
Dake do RNB,that’s how she make his tips
I did RNB too ,but mine was wrappin’ in bricks
We don’t have to hustle we open ,come in andwindowshop
Man, you can buy anything ,except your weight to the top
I lok and sound like New York ,all my … do not
These ever rappers look … ,tryin’ to see you …
I ‘m Feaver,the new school leader
You ain’t got no class …
So don’t tell me that you grabbin’ your … you like what I break
I heard that song when you was shinin’’ like 2 chains
You...,I’m with the grip
Life eew , and everything real
In the spit of you a few,you wanna pay back
Cause your people go
But I k now God got me ,I did more right than wrong
... is chilly ,the business buildin’
I want more and I say :”Let’s get millions”
That ‘s why we buy the beginning
I ain’ tryin’ to box
But you can’t see me ,motherfucker,I’m ghost

I’m ghost too,tha’s why I ‘m close to
The handgun,the weadbagtell the grandmothers I killed their grandsons
My souls is ugle,my face is handsome
I saw a base and I took... to rent some
............................................................
ntil a lot o frappers claim’in
..................................................................
A lot of rappers claimin’ they’re real but for the bet I’m real
I’m just an old geez, sticked on no cush
I’ve murdered a a young n...get the new OG push
This is enormish,no informish ,
Did you popp up 38
It begins like me ,
It’s the reason that the law exists
Lord assists Captain Nemo wanted no other lists
You want rich I’m the one you put the order with
Hoping up that you get drowned and then you adore the 5th

I’m also Mexican ,cartles,bordish,I got fish gail
Who look in the...
I got big bullies who won the explored cliff
Either that the...
Or you can get a shell from the great pan
The money stacks up,but it stays down

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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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[Intro]
They ain’t high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain’t high as us

There’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

Niggas ain’t high as us
Lying to ya

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, undetected by radar
Close circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You niggas just say y’all
Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
Junior varsity don’t want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain’t slow
Tell me it’s ’bout a check, you’ll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the bowls in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars ‘fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control’s in my lap
’84 riding, I did that for my lifers

[Hook]
Yea, uh
It’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

(Way out here)

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the ? you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz, ? I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I’m speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I’m blowing loud
You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain’t real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M’s off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids’ metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
I’m jet-setting with my nigga Spitta
We like to speak paper and it’s getting thicker

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[Azealia Banks]
What up, what up?
Do you motherfuckers
Wanna gamble with your luck?
Better roll four, five, six
Then up and up
I’mma roll head, crack trips
You got the nuts?
I’mma call your bluff like
“I’m next, small talk”
Never turn the big bucks
Fine man, fuck got they
Hand and with a fucking fine man
Smoke a lotta ciga
Do a nigga have to bust this nigga?
I don’t wanna slump this nigga
I don’t wanna dump this nigga
I don’t wanna lunch this nigga
I don’t wanna hit your little goon
In the chest and the stomach
Douche gut this nigga
You don’t really want this nigga

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
(Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan)

[Styles P]
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Fuck is y’all anticipating?
That will make me just lose my patience
Grab a gun and just strip you naked
No KONY, no island
Phony nigga, you was never wildin’
Warrior nigga, I’m forever styling
No trying, four five ‘em
We looking for ‘em, I’m lying
Two guns up, I’m riding
You ain’t looking for me, I ain’t hiding
Ain’t the park nigga, no sliding
You could see saw, see a sawed-off or C4
“Bom Pow!”
Nigga Batman words
“Where the juice?”
Nigga gat man words
“Where’s the bread?”
Nigga fat man words
“Where’s the block?”
Nigga crack man words
Ya niggas, ya niggas
Can’t fuck with my niggas
That’s my word
Yeah it’s Ghost
And Azealia Banks
Go head nigga
You can feel that shank
Go head nigga
Just light your dank
Mind your business
And drink your drink
Yeah!

[Azealia Banks]
Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Ketchup
I’m hot, dog
Frankfurters, you’re Nathan
But relish hatin’
Trust me, I pop off
Ain’t one of ya’ll
None of ya’ll gonna make it
Spread you like Mustard
Don’t trust em’
Burn em’, boil em’
Grill em’, bake em’
Nada, no problem
Zero, zilch em’, vacant
It’s nothing- Nathan
Back to the basics, poppin’ Aces
Poker face, I’ll pop your face in
You already know I got this blazin’
Back up with that cocky statement
Don’t make me have to cock my favorite
How you want it, roof or basement?
Birds Eye view or bottom lake it
How bout gon strip to make it?
Stripped em naked, stripped the bacon
Left this muthafucka with his pistol shaking
Racy like eight Jamaicans
Bust your nigga Grape and
I scraped his Raisin
Kept my cool and I held my patience
I bet your boy becomes a Trauma patient
I bet your boy ease up the Combination
If you ain’t talking money
Skip the conversation

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

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Took a lifetime to get here
One footstep in the streets, no fear
Haters tryin’ to keep ‘em down but they won’t let ‘em
When they die they go same once they go get ‘em
Put that on everything
I know, I know (if I put it down)
I know, I know (you can plug it out)
I know, I know (you can make it now)
I know, put that on everything

Put it down leave a nigger stranded in the gutter
Everything I got I got it with my own hustle
If you can see the future tell me, am I still hereA
My real niggers rolling with me like a wheel chair
My girl tell me: you’ve been working hard take a break
The world tell me: you a chef, nigger cook the cake
My plan was to be the greatest poet ever born
Speak for the real niggers, be a loud voice for ‘em
My history long, nigger go and Google 8Ball
I tell stories from my life when I write songs
Not the greatest influence for growing little kids
Mama raised me good, this is what the streets did
Heaven waitin’ on me I got too much shit to do
Never end the hustle pimpin’, I am never through
Never over, never finished long as I’m breathin’
Long as I’m breathin’, you better believe it

Took a lifetime to get here
One footstep in the streets, no fear
Haters tryin’ to keep ‘em down but they won’t let ‘em
When they die they go same once they go get ‘em
Put that on everything
I know, I know (if I put it down)
I know, I know (you can plug it out)
I know, I know (you can make it now)
I know, put that on everything

All I know is dope dealers and go gooders
Pretty cars and bikes and big four -wheelers
Fast money and fast women, the fast lane
All I know what it to do when the cash came
Everybody in the game know my last name
Styles dash PS put sunshine and black in
Right time to get here, hunt for what’s in the streets
Hustlin’, makin’ sure to hook the peeps
In street John salute my nigger 8Ball
8 minutes, I could move 88 8 balls
5 late, trade 8′s in the face y’all
We can move it all, from the brick to the shift y’all
Soon as the seal, soon as the deal take off
Meet me outside, not taking the brick y’all
Took a lifetime to get here, hustlin’, studio
Lifetime to get here

Took a lifetime to get here
One footstep in the streets, no fear
Haters tryin’ to keep ‘em down but they won’t let ‘em
When they die they go same once they go get ‘em
Put that on everything
I know, I know (if I put it down)
I know, I know (you can plug it out)
I know, I know (you can make it now)
I know, put that on everything

Young raise on the drop bitch I’m still slide
Broke hoes on nuts, and this deal hide yea
Trunk set, dipping on the fifth steel glide
I live and die for the streets, bitch I’m still ridin’
I remember bein’ broke like a piece of glass
Yet those I love the most got rid of me like I was trash
They never came back to get me so I was on my own
And made my name like somewhat of a king, I was on my throne
Yea glare heels plus water nigger spit nails
But if you don’t say the same, I beat your ass and get to hearin’
Sounded as a rock, spit I say you’d better fear it
My stand is like a wall, take a take for you to clear it
That mean it ain’t comin’ through, ain’t no comin’ round
Ain’t no comin’ down but I rat your ass about a time
Black Superman still in the heart of the gutter
I came through shit without the streets, tell the bitch I love ‘er

Took a lifetime to get here
One footstep in the streets, no fear
Haters tryin’ to keep ‘em down but they won’t let ‘em
When they die they go same once they go get ‘em
Put that on everything
I know, I know (if I put it down)
I know, I know (you can pluck it out)
I know, I know (you can make it now)
I know, put that on everything

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Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh
Hold me now, hold me now, whoa, whoa
Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh

God hold me now cause ghosts ain't holding up
Living the fast life, I feel my soul slowing up
I only feel on my drinking, when I'm throwing up
Blacking out, acting out, no waking up the ... is out
Driving in reverse not looking, when I'm backing out
It's like getting on a plane with no wings
Abandoned in the land of the men that has no king
I hear my gun talk, I hear my coke sing
Get the money nigga, go ahead and murder them
Fuck it you never hearding them
Imagine when I'm hurdling,
I'm taking long jumps so wonder what the lord wants
I wanna know before they hit me with the long pump
These cock sucker niggas can't touch me, nah
But I feel lucky, cause I hear the angels sing
Wanna blow the dutchie, hey yo...
Fuck life, 2 guns up, I let them bust twice


Hold me now, hold me now, whoa, whoa
Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh
Hold me now, hold me now, whoa, whoa
Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh

Ghost told me hold it down, buck them down that's a ...
Back on with a flow so sick and the rap will never be that free, we wasted
Our time on tv chasing, ... on mtv, dreams see me waiting...
Matter fact, I still wanna ...
The moment you go... I make my entrance, make my exit
Mae that record spin,
Back on my 70, 76 and damn
Like phillie... had a wounded me don't make no sense to me
.. to believe these ...
You loosing a dealer you loosing a godzilla
He still alive on the track...
Spit that ... ever since I was put on the...
Had a vision I was siting in the bar full of women
And they all wanna be what... in me, yeah

Hold me now, hold me now, whoa, whoa
Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh
Hold me now, hold me now, whoa, whoa
Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh

I write them rhymes, to change their minds
It's on my records records
And they get to pay check just to pay that rent until we stacking chetter
Life still ain't better man, I'm still on stage with a ...rap better way
...when it all fall down, I'll be that...veteran...
Wanna be that Portorican, ... ever since, ... everything that I write
Gonna be forever speaking
Every weekend's a blur, every night's automatic
Better walk on the path...that beauty all about it
Everything we touch is gold, everything I see is bright
Every day I'm one step closer to the end it might as well be night

Hold me now, hold me now, whoa, whoa
Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh
Hold me now, hold me now, whoa, whoa
Hold me now, hold me now, eh, eh X 2

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Tired of springs …cause the weather broke
Yeah money and guns, we go to get them both to spot with my hoody on
Making sure I stay awake, blunt after blunt after blunt
So I stay in …
They say money talk so I should have spoke
Mind nigga to the day I die, nigga, to the oath
Old rapper, new rapper, get smoked like the dutchie and the blue rapper
That’s the motherfucking engineer, a nigga harder than me that’s send them head
I put the hoody on, pull the drawer strings
Give it a second, you hear the phone rings
And I don’t mean the … cellphone
Salute to the nigga that call a cell home
You know the goal’s to hold it down know
Hoody season put a coward on the ground know

Keep it real g, and the hoodies…
Pop the shit off, cause it’s hoody season
Hoody season nigga… X 2
Zip up pull over

Keep it G like the alphabet upper case
Your …pigs, stay the fuck away
All I know is 4 kilos is a buck a day
This is more than you talk but fuck what a sucker say
Police coming through then it’s tucked away
If not, 3 words, duck or pay
Airshit, like the night people
You can get it for the low you know the right people
The day time’s cool but the night’s evil
Dream weed, white coke and white diesel
Niggas all up in the mix, niggas used to have grams
Now we all up in the bricks,
Polo hoody and the Jordan hoody
Got it down town cocaine.. hoody
Champion and the night hoody
Are all black murder one likely hoody
… I got all types of hoodies
… old and the new hoody
Even got the shooters in the red and the blue hoodies

Keep it real g, and the hoodies…
Pop the shit off, cause it’s hoody season
Hoody season nigga… X 2

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money, money, money, money
the price extra low
money, money, money, money
this is moving extra slow
money, money, money, money
so i’m about to let you know
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money

first it was hard to rob a bank
but easy to rob a bull
making the withdraw
as soon as he come outside the bank
what people do for the money
it leave you traumatized
little dudes still in middle school committing homicide
instead of rumble they a blast gas
instead of struggle they arrive behind the bundle when they ass crash
chicks are stripping
get their ass smacked
do splits
do tricks
on the pole
and make the ass clap
cats bag crack
your dad checks in cash that
risk having the feds on him
just to have some bread on him
it ain’t no telling
what the felon did
instead of jail
niggers would tell the pigs
on their own relatives
real rack
grind work
got my mind worked
i sell coke to a smoker
that stole the money out the mom’s purse
before i go broke
i commit a crime first
to get a dollar
you do what you got to do
money
…

money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money

niggers would kill their own men
just to get the …
to get the paper for the porsche
and go skip them with that
bitches will suck the whole thing
for a do bag
look at the elders in the hood
yea, they all sad
look at the young one in the hood
yea, they all mad
i’m looking for a spot
take a g off that
you’ll come around here front
nigger we off that
they kill broad day
for some bullshit change
niggers that get it in for a bullshit chain
tired of the clothes with the bullshit stains
niggers a put a bullet in you bullshit brain
dope heads running for the h and they chain
selling the kids shit
and whatever for the pain
i know what a student
would they want cocaine
under the black cloud
but we all seen the change
the demons that chase you
for a green piece of paper

money, money, money, money
the price extra low
money, money, money, money
this is moving extra slow
money, money, money, money
so i’m about to let you know
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money

the weighing
the rocks
those things lean off doo
get the green
get the m16 to you tooth
the cream
get the triple beam for the coop
for nightmare
you had bad dreams when you grew
i keep a raisin and a laser beam on the toast
making a murder scene
and your spleen can get poof
niggers that take your life for some green
they get smoked for
a little bit of purple
my low niggers will murk you
six feet dirt shit
pawn box turn shit
then kill your brothers
and your mother that burped you
my life’s like a movie
no commercials
that’s why a line i rhyme is controversial
yea, to get that chick
the niggers will try to earth you
you going to need that bitch in the hospital
to nurse you
time’s money
they say patience is a virtue
but to get the dollar
you do what you got to do

money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money, money, money, money, money
money
what people do for the money

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[Hook: Rick Ross]
I got them ki’s in the crib
You wouldn’t find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, it’s real
It ain’t cheese if it’s less than a mil’
I think I’m losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it’s my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
I’m riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air ‘em out
Bitches a motion picture, I’m picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young nigga’s doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
I’m trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and I’m with whatever
Ki’s to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
Hundred mil’ plus til we rich forever

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is young’uns with this trash to sell
They got some CO’s that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funeral’s never cool, nigga, pass the steel
I’m a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
That’s one of few names that’ll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
I’m the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Ki’s in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
This is the scenario — something go wrong, it’s a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of lawyer niggas
That’ll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
Nigga, you know I’m living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie

[Hook]

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Holiday’s back, blame it on the holidays
Dollar bills and killers, dope fiends and …
I been stacking my pennies been…
Thinking the semi letting the…
…make the niggas lean like the opium
Make your back spin, no linoleum
Whoever think to spit, meet me at the podium
Yeah, underground, the main stream
Cam from the block where I had cocaine dreams
Yeah, like I’m … in the flesh of little niggas is rapping
I poke on in the chest, smoke you with the text,
Still looking to … in the blood of the crypto
Learn off… cause other niggas is slipped though
Stunt or tip toe I don’t give a fuck, I throw you off the 6th floor
Holiday, of the 25th they got one
I let my gun play shot gun,
Shot gun in the back, case I gotta pop son
Or a daughter whatever the money order, you better pay me
Check all cash or money order
Me and my baby in the sheets of a theater room
The shit is looking crazy on the streets
I’m probably on the low getting shady on the beach
I’m on the…spit on your bars, what the fuck is he a don for
You think I’m sweet cause I’m making juice
Throw you in the blender with a couple pieces of fruit
I’m booked right in the…strips
Pop them in the head and tell them life is a bitch
I murder you and the nigga writing your shit
Verbally, off psychically, whatever
You should dig a hole, you ain’t digging me
I put your bitch ass out of misery
Cause misery love company
I keep it g only real niggas bumping me
The south niggas …
Hustle a roach just to pay a couple of bills
Happy new year nigga, you got a booth
I can show you what to do there nigga
Next step… like is glue there nigga
Block full of animals zoo there nigga
Happy holidays, from holiday
Gun big enough to put whole fucking block away, warrup.

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[verse 1: jadakiss]
chrome thing on me, chrome on the lotus
i don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
it be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
that's why you gotta watch niggas like b.e.t
little stupid niggas, they ain't got their g.e.d
but they'll do anything for a fee
and damn near anything for a ki
yeah, so i keep em in my rearview
you acting like you ready to die

[styles p]
be prepared to

[jadakiss]
they gonna think you had a deal with nike, i'm air you
coming through, knocking that black rob

[styles p]
i dare you, yeah

[jadakiss]
i'll send flowers to your wake

[styles p]
i'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face

[jadakiss]
i got a bunch of roxies and frees with me
i even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[hook: fabolous]
gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
friends at a distance, enemies close
sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

[verse 2: fabolous]
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you keep your gun every day, i got my g.e.d
everything's believable, anything's possible
don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
you holding up your right hand on the stand
and then you put your right hand in the can
friends like that, who needs enemies?
i'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies
talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
tear your ass apart, rip the runway
i ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
that's why when i breeze past, i'm with a broad
that reminds you of free's ass at the awards
my advice? get your money, don't let it change you
and don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel

[hook]

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the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

horses like the dirty …i am spitting .. give too much space
like the abducted .. i want it all like people me and …
i am getting in the car see the top is always ..
i am not the one in . you mean i am .. bitches and …
she jogging she is in the car with me she take me shopping
she trip me .. living out of my fathers hopes

chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

all the folks use to think i was a piece of shit
used to beat crack money then i got my ..
i ain’t just holding this gun i am sleeping with it
.. put it down outside
now is room service for dinner
i ain’t even tell you .. for dinner
.. my niggers left like .. entrepreneur .. actors
leave you a car for a .. me and banks got our eyes on the ..

chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

i am the best thing .. my haters
.. gangster favor our baby born .. family problem
.. kicking with some .. get the money
.. hope my enemies don’t get none
.. side ways .. cool grammy bitches ..
competition and shook them right off the map

chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

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[verse 1: immortal technique]
back like i was locked up, putting in work
burning through books like nazi's in a catholic church
i'm cursed like cain when he murdered his brother
cut your face off and wear it while i'm fucking your mother
i'm mars ultor, the avenger, the god of war
and if you don't believe in me, i doubt you believe in god at all
i breathe smokeless fire, the gin type
that'll make you hate the way that allah made you to live life
like hindu, niggers, who be bleaching their skin white
other people's teeth in my hands after a fist fight
i was born with a sixth sense and a swift right
skin wear wolves [?] will rape demons at midnight
sell your kids into slavery after we murder you
or sacrifice them in the same fire we burnin' you
barbarian funeral, nigger, you wanna know?
damn the river, bury me, and let the water flow

[verse 2: styles p]
cut the nose off, the ears off, the whole head
immortal and ghost coming, code red
you never seen a black barbarian
warrior, warlord, pussy, cut your balls off
more bodies come, more bodies hauled off
what you want the sword and get shit sawed off
you don't need an axe in it
and i'm breaking your back because your spine needed a crack in it
you bugging me, i'm coming to fumigate
the wolverine, the sabre tooth, the way that i mutilate
i'm like the viking [?]
except i got black skin and both of my eyes in
don't test him, please don't stress him
he'll hang you from a tree with your own intestines
how'd you wanna die? make your own suggestion
now talk to the lord and make your own confession

[verse 3: vinnie paz]
you pussies living in a movie theatre
put the motherfucking spell on you like [?]
chop his motherfucking head like a ruthless leader
guns drawn in a church service, shoot the preacher
we need to be godly to know allah
ain't no rappers eating around me, like a broken jaw
it ain't ever been a day that i ain't broke the law
what you think i hold a motherfucking toaster for?
i ain't going there, there's police in that room
and vinnie walk around with bags of dust like a vacuum
bury you under the earth inside a black tomb
my body covered in dadhichi and stab wounds
i'm a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors
that's a part of my neurological transmitters
we islamic and brought the story of [?] with us
while we brought the motherfucking blam blam with us

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young co, dj absolut,
it’s time to separate the strong from the weak
the real from the fake
that love, that hate n----r
let’s get to the money n----r

i’m living in the jungle, not part of a lion
hunters on my tail, searching for that tire
too much pain to bare, there’s no water for the fire
mother take me, i …

ghetto jungle is the cold streets, running from the police
gotta watch my back for brand new and old beef
european whip with the rollie
mean with italians eating …
mean with the mexican getting the …
…color drop when i pull in the spot
you don’t wanna see the game then you shouldn’t have watched
you don’t wanna see the flame when the battle will pop
so wrong, and we hoping that god had him shot them up
like sonny for playing the godfather
he ain’t my father but soon … father
i’ma break and grab of killers and wild robbers, yeah

i’m living in the jungle, not part of a lion
hunters on my tail, searching for that tire
too much pain to bare, there’s no water for the fire
mother take me, i …

i’m from the motorcity we know for rolling on them
f--k a 4, we come with force with motors on them
we come from poverty born omen
living life knowing that we in the jungle like ally and forman.

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fly high, ey, ... me, ... angel, ok

drop me like a lump onto my feet
light and protect me when things get ...
even though ... need, ... catch me in
drop me like a lump onto my feet
light and protect me when things get ...
even though ... need, ... catch me in
i pray that my soul you keep, ... where the angels sleep

life is getting way too deep when i die
i wanna go where the angels sleep
yeah i'm outside trying to make hands meet my ...
... room 2, niggers is shoot you, it's crucial
ain't...
...the dutch, and the deuce deuce
spit on a duke to get loot
i'm the shit ... shit is a ... like a pimp, a shit too
right on up and them fists is getting clinch too
give them a hand and them niggers will take a ...
fall to they style and them niggers will try to style on
but not me nigger, won't caught me nigger
can't cop me nigger
i always got with a good plan
that don't work, i switch out to the hood plan

drop me like a lump onto my feet
light and protect me when things get ...
even though ... need, ... catch me in
drop me like a lump onto my feet
light and protect me when things get ...
even though ... need, ... catch me in
i pray that my soul you keep, ... where the angels sleep

gone is protection, x is intersection
trunk full of ... in the chevy, pulled in a wesson
fire will burn but we never would learn a lesson
till the cell door close, move more keys
and we sell more hoes, and bag more friends
we wanna be criminals we have more plans but it ain't ...
it's rocks in this pot that i gotta hand out
as soon as they ... out
that's the old days, this the new days
now it's ... this kush
...wifi, clear as blue wave,
but still old school like the ...
you could play with the ... bang your bandana
ask me to go sir, ask me the most
lyrical motherfucker in the game no jokes
45 will leave your ass hot, no smoke

drop me like a lump onto my feet
light and protect me when things get ...
even though ... need, ... catch me in
drop me like a lump onto my feet
light and protect me when things get ...
even though ... need, ... catch me in
i pray that my soul you keep, ... where the angels sleep.

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[2 x jadakiss]
niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
no, you can't live without us - it's ok!
but go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!

[jadakiss & styles p]
checks get cut after the clearance
but what we dealing with is hard work and perseverance
still send a nice ransom note to your parents
i'ma wrap this bitch till it needs some ball bearings
trying to renovate the west wing of the mansion
i ain't thinking recession, i'm thinking expansion..
i be in the malls
but my chain is dancing
more than 200 on the dash?
i'ma tear it
but you ain't gotta be nice
pass off for parents
44 mag is the last thing you hearing
if the work don't make it, that's a pass interference
shots of tequila, spending car money at the jeweler
spending house money at the dealer
rubber bag of piff
sour need a sealer
wanna see a real nigga?
i just look into the mirror.

2 x chorus:
niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
no, you can't live without us - it's ok!
but go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!

[verse 2]
we about dough
never without dough, moving work out of state
in and out flow
real lyrical
ralph lauren table, ralph lauren couch, yo
ralph lauren everything that fit up in the house though
whaddup to them polo boys who know tony
couldn't have been manolo's boy
cartier frames
clear lens tho!
8 series beemer, 7-series benzo
mobster: i probably go to hell if my friends go
never shoot in a blind fury
diamonds like sprite!
it's lemon and lime jewelry.

[2 x chorus:]

[verse 3]
rap with the connect - it's ok!
hope you force somebody to test it - it's ok!
lookout on the lookout - it's ok!
we gonna have the fiends singing like michele
bang hard like the niggas out in east la
know we from the bay in the pink all day
still dope money in the grey mink all day
just do it right, don't sit around and think all day

[2 x chorus:]

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..big money fast cars this whole rats
this female reality .. putting their body on me
hey yo yo don’t even ..

.. doors.. 80s loking ..talking
smell like cookin, smell like ..
that boy ..ain’t got diploma
back in thought that i was ..
now first class flyin to california ..
shower than i’m off to the club..walkin.. spinnin’
.. you can tell who’s winnin
..haters..guess my lill shooter..just pretendin’
we’re done done, ..guns machine guns even the ..
pretty ..looking ..money call the jewels
.. you ain’t try to get it what the f*ck you want for.

rise and shine .. birdy birdies
i still ..dirties .. in the head based on a play just me and my ..
.. i was .. show stop coming up i was .. stupid up..
stuckin over the face .. i put it down on the ..
wheni get..but i still go ..

chorus:
we’re done done, ..guns machine guns even the ..
pretty ..looking ..money call the jewels
.. you ain’t try to get it what the f*ck you want for.

...with a couple of gigs
...like i’m doing .. in the mornin
new day ... top down ..

chorus:
we’re done done, ..guns machine guns even the ..
pretty ..looking ..money call the jewels
.. you ain’t try to get it what the f*ck you want for.

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hey yo, yo, dawg, hold up dawg
she got my credit card … she gotta come right back
she comin’ back with the pine apples and all that
hey yo, warriors, come out and play
warriors, come out and play
i left my bottles go bang

shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang
shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang

where my bottles at? said rock and …
still i’m on my ozey, new york’s my hallway
that don’t really matter much
if you fat or what, i let your bladder bust
right in front of …
…highway, … i’m on that highway, flowing in some foreign
patron coffee, powerful … fuck me, kush fuck me
vapors… bitch more
serve … hood horrific, you see i bag a biscuit
characteristic, purple … pulling …
death to my enemigos, i don’t care for them
can’t breathe this year, no air for them
bottles go bang
where my bottles at?
where the models at?
grabbing them hood chicks, the ones that’s insomniac, go bad
basketball shorts in my 2 door camaro
got my snow bunny drinking nut cracker
i left my bottles go bang

shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang
shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang

black … white…smokin’ drinkin’ next oh
told you that i roll with the shooters that move the best …
you know that i bezel like an …
…like me and get your body sprayed
they say crime don’t pay … i’m proof…
and some lime juice, you know what do the rose click
it’s music money and birds with me … a whose speech
bottles go bang
no … and then double the bottles for some greedy
but ask on them, but they can handle them
hope they ain’t driving tonight, check out the camel toes
if you … like me, then take it easy
smoke purp, hop in the cab, …
i told you that i’m og, make a 40 … the eyes of the …
i left my bottles go bang

shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang
shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang

shame on you … off a dollar blood pouring on all your
… bottles go bang
my warriors… 500 more … she want my bottles …
she wants my silver wear bandana white, my sweater …
… tripping in her thong, dj playing on my song
she is back home, did you miss me while i was gone
i made a … right out beside the bathroom door
… no we don’t f*ck with does
i need a real love that’s real thug
and she keep her heels on when we sex she got that good .. kill for
i get the baddest women you want me pull the skancs
they love my gang cause the know we left the bottles go bang

shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang
shawty got a camel toe, show through a spandex
and they got a man vexxed
i left my bottles go bang
camel toe … freak, look like an ant sick
this animalistic
i left my bottles go bang.

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