NF – No Name

[Verse]
Look, people ask me what the future is
All I know is I’ll be doin’ this
All I know is things are moving quick
That’s convenient for me ’cause that’s how I live
Now they see me out here movin’ up
You don’t like me, that makes two of us
Time change, yeah, I can’t adjust
Yo, it’s who you are not who you was, oh my
Yeah, just went to Europe, they said the single is working
I think I’m learning, I am way more than what people might think when they look on the surface
What is my purpose? Yeah
That is a question that I have been asking myself and it hurts
‘Cause it’s prolly something I should already know but I don’t know it yet, I’m tryna grow as a person, woo!
I’m sick of people tellin’ people I’m here ’cause of marketing dollars, oh
You think that everything is gonna blow just ’cause you market it harder? No
I got my hands in everything, now they out here tryna get to me
Stop tryna lecture me
You don’t compare to my level of thinking, so why do you think you compare to my energy, huh?
Small circle, but the number’s growin’
Fame called me, I’m like, "How you doin’?"
Hung up on him, I ain’t ready for it
I’ll get back to that when I make album four
Less talking, I’ve been workin’ more
Better me is what I’m workin’ towards
Y’all judgin’, but we not in court, no, we not in court, oh Lord!
Last couple years, let’s recap
I make a livin’ off of writin’ out my regrets
I’m doin’ me, I don’t care where the scene’s at
Try to give me feedback, I don’t really need that
I used to walk on stage in a V-neck
I used to wear a lil’ tie with a black vest
I came a long way, why you lookin’ upset?
I’m tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you ain’t hear it yet, woo!
Look, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, please
Flow’s switchin’, I got ADD
Brain scatters when you play the beat
It don’t matter what you say to me
I’ll be doin’ this at 83
I’ve been doin’ this since ABC’s
In the major leagues doin’ major things, don’t play with me, woo!
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
Wake up every morning thinkin’ I’ma have a bad day
Drive my own car, I don’t like the valet
Parked, then I go into my mind with an AK
Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates
Losin’ it all, but I think that I’m okay
Who is involved? I don’t know, but I’m insane
Poof! And I’m gone, wanna call me a no name, what!?
I’m prolly not what you thought
I’m prolly not what you thought
I used to judge everybody that wasn’t like me ’til I learned it was wrong
Girl told me I should get it together and get out the dark
I’m tryna give her my heart
That’s when I sit in my car, writin’ for hours until I can barely talk
I mean, where do I start?
Feels like I’m fallin’ apart
Act like my image is hard
I always put up my guard
Even when talkin’ to God
Sit in my room and I plot
Everything that I’m not
Comes out in the music I jot
I give it all that I got
I give it all that I got!
I’m tryna think out the box, no!
Yeah, I got people standing outside a bus screaming my name
I don’t come out and take pictures, they tell me I changed
I don’t smile in VIPs, you get mad like, "You know what I paid?"
Guess I don’t know what to say
Guess I don’t know what to say
I leave it all on the stage
I leave it all on the stage

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Pause

[Intro]
Aye
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Young Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook]
Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
Pause
Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
30 round clip on my Glock, pause
Pull up then somebody shot, pause
Pause

[Verse 1]
Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

[Refrain]
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Wow, pause, wow, pause

[Verse 2]
Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
That was back in the day (the day)
But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
But I still catch me a case (a case)
Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
I be on syrup like i cough
Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
Went from the projects to a loft
Since I was young, I done broke laws
Since I was young, I done broke jaws
She suck the dick like she got four jowls
Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

[Refrain]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
What you talkin’ bout?
Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
Fuck it, keep all that shit

21 Savage – Pause

[Intro]
Aye
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Young Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook]
Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
Pause
Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
30 round clip on my Glock, pause
Pull up then somebody shot, pause
Pause

[Verse 1]
Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

[Refrain]
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Wow, pause, wow, pause

[Verse 2]
Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
That was back in the day (the day)
But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
But I still catch me a case (a case)
Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
I be on syrup like i cough
Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
Went from the projects to a loft
Since I was young, I done broke laws
Since I was young, I done broke jaws
She suck the dick like she got four jowls
Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

[Refrain]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
What you talkin’ bout?
Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
Fuck it, keep all that shit

Fabolous, Chris Brown & Velous – Flipmode (Remix)

[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)

The Underachievers – Gotham Nights

[Intro]
You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin’, get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming

[Verse 1: Solace]
In this Cold World
Ain’t no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin’ or continue wishin’ like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin’ strong
Still figurin’ out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin’ charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin’ up whoever gon’ stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin’ critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin’ niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You ain’t got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain’t work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I’m moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin’ like animals
But masters don’t bang with those
I’m focus on packin’ these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin’ about catchin’ hoes im figurin’ out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
I’m a little different niggas be wonderin’ why im distant
Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon’ be snitchin’
So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners

[Hook: Solace]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

[Interlude: AKTHESAVIOR]
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, ain’t no patience, it’s just gun smoke

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Don’t need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, I’m always about my cheddar like I’m Donatello
Even better spendin’ no pretenders that ain’t in my blend’in
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin’ my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, it’s bad enough to cross me
I’m mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin’
She get exhaust, still the freshest ya’ll niggas Carltons
Ya’ll do the wrong thing, Spike Lee, he never talkin’
To be haunting trap my body can’t steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I don’t feed off lies, GMO’s can end your life
But I’m a Gemini I come back twice
I’m just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain ain’t right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what’s nice, uh

[Hook]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

Starlito & Don Trip – Untitled No Hook

[Verse 1: Starlito]
I lost what was left to lose
Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling
Grind like I’m famished
Still ride with them hammers
Try to understand me
Man I’m just tryna provide for my family
My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books
The niggas you hustle with probably won’t even put shit on your books
That’s why I move different like bishops and rooks
Keep a tool with me I’m cool with being misunderstood
I got street credit and I’m also rich in the hood
But you can keep that and I traded my OG status
I just wanna be happy fuck around with these rappers
They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy
Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day
Strapped when I’m in traffic
And I ain’t playing just like a rain delay
War torn from the game I ain’t ashamed but I remain this way
Learn from all my pain because it’s lame to make the same mistakes
‘Lito

[Interlude: Starlito]
I mean we don’t have
Like we’re not so similar like
There people like I mean we have different habits
We have different ways of doing things
But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console
You know it’s clock work
So I think with that film that was the other thing
Like those guys play by their own rules
And they did what made sense to them
And that was the strength of their bond
Lito

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
You know you can count on me like a mathematician
If it’s ’bout cash I’m with it, I never slack to get it
Long as my casket empty
Niggas say my name in one of his raps I’m ready to slap ’em silly
I got a clapper with me
And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it
Three hour drive to Nashville
Stop at Prince’s to grab a chicken
Then it’s back to Memphis
By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal
Bitch I ball hard you don’t believe me?
Ask a catcher’s mitten
Betting against us is like hitting a strip club
Searching for classy women
Meanwhile I’m flier than a flight attendant
But still not high as God intended
Smallest giant, largest weapon
223 if the odds against me
Momma ain’t raise no punk
Disagree with me thats ’til I raise this pump
I can come back everyday and not have to reload
But ain’t enough days in a month
Third time hearing bout a raid this month
Make a nigga proud ain’t still in the cut
I remember riding low key on pins and needles
For all this hay in the truck
And I got a baby AK in the front
I’m strapped up, I’m strapped in
Got road rage on the road to riches
To city near you for my backend

2Pac – Death Around The Corner

[Child:] Why you by the window?, what’s wrong daddy?

[Mother:] I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He’s just stand by the goddamn window
with that fuckin’ AK all day
You don’t work, you don’t fuck, you don’t,
you don’t do a goddamn thing

I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny’s to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me
Got me stressin’ with my pistol in my sheets, it ain’t healthy
Am I paranoid? – Tell me the truth
I’m out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can’t take the stress,
I’m out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self,
but I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)

I see death around the corner,
the pressure’s getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here’s hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin’
Huggin’ my trigger for all them niggas
who was buggin’
My homie told me once,
don’t you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can’t give up, although I’m hopeless,
I think my mind’s gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

[Chorus]

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin’ liquor out my momma’s titty
And smokin’ weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til’ you out cold
And tho’ i’m gone now, nigga it’s still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain’t sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin’ now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain’t scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y’all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,
all right

[Movie bites]

I’m tired off getting ripped off by guys like that

I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head

I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don’t care

Chief Keef – Milk Me (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Seize the parking lot its Mayday(day,day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas cause they super, super fake (fake)
Kick it with your bitch like I’m Liu Kang
[?]
I’mma count this counter like stil, still, stee, stee!
Man i swear the system tryna milk me!

[Verse 1]
New two seater, new leather
New Beretta, new count, a new medal
New leather, new hoes, new money
New house, two levels!
New bag, new me
Patch on my pants it’s a B
That remedy, best believe
I’m really high, ain’t no catching me
Hair long, money long
Bitches like to smell my cologne
They get footlonged, fucked on
"Bitch, bye" sent home, fuck on
"Calm down, fucks wrong?
Stop calling my motherfucking phone!"
Move on, let alone, you be running round
Getting fucked on

[Chorus]
Seize the parking lot its Mayday(day,day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas cause they super, super fake (fake)
Kick it with your bitch like I’m Liu Kang
[?]
?
Man i swear the system tryna milk me!

[Verse 2]
The mud tryna kill, kill me
Got thot face down on some silk, silk sheets
The jury tryna stick my lawyer "Help, help me"
These fucking cops tryna jail, jail me!
Man you gotta understand yea, yea
I own stacks and ride with Benz yea, yea
Detain dinero, had to, yea, yea, yea
I throw it in a Louie bag yea, yea, yea

[Chorus]
Seize the parking lot its Mayday(day,day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas cause they super, super fake (fake)
Kicking with your bitch like I’m Liu Kang
?
?
Man i swear the system tryna milk me!

Zbatata – Trop De Vecu (Mauvais Garcon Album)

[Couplet 1 – Rachton]

Il vendait de la drogue
Il allait plus à l’école
Rachid veut faire des sous
Quitte à finir en taule
Rachid veut des lovés
Dans sa vie veut innover
Rouler en Range Rover
Parler le langage revolver
XXx jardin revé
Personne pour le sauver
Et la BAC le contrôle à chaque fois qu’il s’met en survet
Y a de quoi en devenir fou
Perdu dans la foule
Il prépare un gros coup
Rachid n’en na plus rien a foutre
En plus il attend un gosse
Rachid veut pas l’dossier
Il dit qu’il a trop causé
Maintenant veut être le boss

[ Pont ]
Il vendait de la drogue
Il allait plus a l’école
Rachid veut faire des sous
Quitte à finir en taule

[Refrain – Sky]

J’ai commencé sur le pavé
J’avais pas un euro en poche
Ma belle dit pas que j’ai de la veine
Où t’étais quand j’étais en taule ?
La juge m’a dis je suis navrée
Monsieur vous devez suivre l’officier
J’ai dis je referai jamais
2 mois plus tard la BAC toque à ma porte
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn

[Couplet 2 – Mazen]

Ici tout le monde veut briller
Je compte mes billets
5h du mat je vais killer 40 pétards dans l’ cendrier
Seul dans ta cellule elle t’a laissé
Trop d’ frères partis trop tôt qui repose en paix
Habitué à faire des coups parloir numéro d’écrou gyrophare Ouais tu connais nos life
Habitué à faire des sous maman pleure en rentrent seul Ouais tu connais nos life
Au hram on est abonné toute l’année ça fait que charbonner sur le pavé
Ouais tu connais nos life
Tu peux tfaire tuer par la jalousie
Ou dans la nuit cagoulé ouais tu connais nos life

[Refrain – Sky]

Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn

[Couplet 3 – Sky]

Les p’tits veulent pas marcher sur la lune
Non ce qu’ils veulent gros c’est marcher sur l’or
Mais quand tu montes le AK t’allume
Dans Le Sud on est à L’ouest perd le Nord
Les petits veulent pas marcher sur la lune
Non ce qu’ils veulent gros c’est marcher sur l’or
Mais quand tu montes le AK t’allume
Dans le Sud on Est à L’ouest on en perd le Nord

[Pont]
J’avais pas un euro en poche
Ma belle dit pas que j’ai d’la veine
Où t’étais quand j’étais en taule
La juge m’a dit je suis navrée
Monsieur vous devez suivre l’officier
J’ai dis je referai jamais
2 mois plus tard la BAC toque à ma porte

[Refrain – Sky]
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn

2Pac – Hold On (feat. Stretch) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

[Intro]
Hold on… *lighter flicks up*
Yeah, it’s gonna be alright
Don’t trip, baby *inhales*
It’ll get better… *coughing*
Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon’ run it to ’em
Bet, it’s all good, uhh

[Verse 1]
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin’ weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin’ by
And drive-by’s robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart
I was hopeless from the start
They couldn’t tell me nothin’, they all tried to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone, it wasn’t healthy
I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain, but I’m still here
Never did like the police
Let the whole world know, now I gets no peace
‘Cause they chasin’ me down
And facin’ me now, what do I do?
These things that a thug goes through
And still I rise, so keep your head up
And make your mind strong
It’s a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
When it’s on, it’s on

[Verse 2]
There’s never a good day, ‘cause in my hood they
Let they AK’s pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
Can’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin’ before they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain’t the truth, sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
Does it matter if you Blood or you Cuz?
Remember how it was?
The picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin’, gettin’ high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I’m dealin’ with the madness, raised by a single mother
I’m tryin’ to tell you when it’s on
You gotta keep your head to the sky
And be strong, most of all, hold on

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
When it’s on, it’s on

[Outro]
(Hold on, be strong *repeats in background*)
I know them ain’t tears comin’ down your face
Wipe your eyes
In this world, only the strong survive, you know?
Hehe, I know it’s hard out there
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings
Yeah, we got problems
But believe me when I tell you things always get better
God don’t like ugly, and God don’t like no quitters
You know what Billie Holiday said?
Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own
You know? You got to stand strong
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
You stand there to they face
Tell ’em "Hold on!", and be strong
The game don’t stop, huh
This here is black, man
If you don’t never learn nothin’, learn one thing
It don’t stop, ’til the casket drop
Thug for life… feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad
Especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong, and stay ballin’, hold on
I’ll catch y’all at the next life, we in traffic

2Pac – My Block (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I’ve been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I’m gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die
But don’t cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain’t the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it’s like a trap
But I ain’t given up on the hood it’s all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don’t stop… on my block

Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system’s sucidal with this Thug’s Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I’m starvin, can’t get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home… on my block

And I can’t help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK’s and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don’t coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can’t blame the dealers
My mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit’s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It’s a man’s world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus… on my block

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what’s strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game… from my block

Doe Boy – Shoot Em Up

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

[Verse 1]
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck
Nigga just talkin’ he ain’t really tough
We a pop out we ain’t in the cut
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Rappin’ ass nigga you ain’t real enough
500 round drum then I fill it up
Had a party in the club so we lit it up
Gang gang nigga we don’t play
He shoot gun he can’t hang round
Gun a nigga down with a k round
Headshot make a nigga stay down
Headshot make a nigga stay down
Lay down
Bring a hundred killas where you hang down
Choppas on deck pull up have a bang out
We don’t talk 30s no more don’t play down
Pull up got hundred least 50
All my niggas holding on simis
All the real shooters ride with me
We done terrorise the whole city
Ridin’ round town with a AK
With the gang gang
If you hear me don’t play play
Nigga spary spray
You don’t see me just wait for his pay
[?] go dumb like Day Day
Gang gang

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

[Verse 2]
Free the gang nigga fuck 12
I ain’t scared of jail put me in a cell
Young rich nigga imma pay the bill
Then I’m comin’ home and I’m bring hell
I’m a real felon I’ll getchu whacked
On that gang shit a whole lotta dat
First day out I wasn’t tryna rap
I was on the block tryna buy mac
I ain’t trine be no rapper friend
Diss my then you gettin’ banned
Play with us shoot em where he stand
I know bout a couple niggas dead
How you scared of another man
Imma real savage no I never ran
Yungins shoots whenever I demand
Imma let him smoke it I can’t second hand
Ready I come where your block at
Ready where I am at
Fuck where I’m not at
Stay with the pole you know I got dat
Run up on Beezy I do not advise that
My niggas on you ain’t no way to stop that
Nigga keep hollin’ I suggest you stop that
Once lil Brody start cockin’ that shot back
No where around it your head gettin’ knocked back

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

Tyga – Chandeliers (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro]
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me

[Hook: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here (yeah)
Water wrist, Pellegrino
(?) chandeliers (yeah yeah)
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (straight up)
Rose gold, fucks in the kitchen
Xanny family in my left pocket (yeah)
Gucci cost eighteen fifty
Xan man still in the driveway
Four mains and they all beefin’
(?)
Loco with the dope papa
My whip pina colada

[Verse 1: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
Make it bounce like impala (yeah)
My bitch red hot tamale (yeah)
Mix tamale with the molly
I don’t fuck with no phone [?] (straight up)
Cyber phone, soda poppin’
Pop alert, with the product
She gon’ fuck me, for the culture
Suck me, fuck me, for the culture (straight up)
New home, come over
All my videos, all I’m showing
I’m the shit, automatic toilet
Automatic, semi-automatic
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet

[Hook 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here
Water wrist, Pellegrino
(?) chandeliers
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (it’s lit!)
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

[Verse 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
Troy Ave keep the thing on me (yeah yeah yeah)
Avianne, I keep a chain on me
All these strippers like halo me
Then I save ’em and they hate on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Told the bitch, skip work spend the day with me (it’s lit!)
All day she just lay on me (yeah)
Wait for me I got the weight on me (yeah)
AK with a K on me (yeah yeah)
Fly nigga, we the wing team
Fuck right before I go to sleep
She swallow cum, have sweet dreams
She swallow cum, have sweet dreams (straight up)
Campaign my accessory (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Can’t let a nigga flex on me
Tell M.A. I know Headphanie
She just gave some head to me (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Head to me, head to me
Got a interracial in the bed with me (straight up)
Got a interracial in the bed with me
I’m the new, Killa Cam
I’m the new, Killa Cam
Earrings, Killa Cam
Bracelet, Killa Cam
Bandana like Santana
Name on the gate like Hammer
Banana clip in a dick banana
Yeah bitch, banana banansa

[Hook 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here
Water wrist, Pellegrino
[?] chandeliers
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (it’s lit!)
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

[Outro]
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

Oroszlan – Giajjenno dalszoveg

Dalszoveg Giajjenno – Oroszlan

Itt van a föld, ott van az ég
Testvér tovább kell mennem még
Tudom, hogy történt, ami történt
A kereszt a hátamon ugyanúgy ég, ugyanúgy ég
Érzem, hogy hullok szét, gyere mutatom a legmélyét
Ahol nincsen már több tét, ahol nincsen már több tét.(oroszlan)

Mit mondjak neked 8 lemez után
Django ugyanúgy éget a dumám
Adtad a szemetedet, vittem ki
A hiphop változott meg, nem mi
Történt, ami történt, a rapsztárok hullottak szét
Kibaszom a pénzemet, mondd még mi kell
Hiába vágták a fejemhez régen, hogy elvisz a siker
Ide víz, meg kenyér, ha nincsen pénz, nincs remény
Mindegyik elfelejtette, hogy honnan jött
Én oroszlán maradok a birkák közt.

Ezek mit tettek, prostituáltak a szerelmesek
Edd csak meg, én visszahúzlak majd a gyökerekhez
1996 megírtam a szövegemet a föld alatt
Én nem állok sorba, nem szívok csíkot az orrba
Nem leszek szolga, senki kutyája
A porból a csúcsra, ezt mindegyik kisgyerek vágja
Surány szamurája az AK sztori minden utcakölyöknek az álma.

Mer az Úr vezeti a kezemet, az ördög írta a lemezeteket
Itt van az új fejezet, Én nem gyűlölök és nem szeretek
A pokolból hazafele menetelek, gyűjtöm a sebeket vágod
Meg azt is, ha rám nézel érzed, hogy rajtam nem fog az átok.

Itt van a föld, ott van az ég
Testvér tovább kell mennem még
Tudom, hogy történt, ami történt
A kereszt a hátamon ugyanúgy ég, ugyanúgy ég
Érzem, hogy hullok szét, gyere mutatom a legmélyét
Ahol nincsen már több tét, ahol nincsen már több tét. (x2)

Rajtam nem fog a cenzúra
Old school, mint a szubkultúra
Én kimondom, ba*sza meg mindegyik buzi
Mert szembe lett köpve a kultúra
Tudom, hogy féltek mindentől
De, nem hagylak ki titeket innentől
Érzem, hogy figyelnek legfentről
És golyót küld majd a belső kör.

Mondtam, hogy nem állok félre
Én legenda leszek, holtan vagy élve
A népem úszik a vérbe versuri-lyrics.info
De tudod, hogy le se szar minket a politika krémje
Ha feltámad Dózsa, fegyver lesz, nem rózsa
Milyen ott nektek a kaja, mert minekünk nem jutott torta
Hiába vagyok a csúcson, de voltam én ott lenn a porba
Ti, amikor sikeresek lettetek, mindnek el lett vágva a torka
Kalasnyikov meg a 26 jelen, mi lesz a jövő, ez most a jelen
Oroszlánszív, tudják a nevem, a múltamat őrzi minden sebem.
Minden út, amin járok, lehet egy hegy, lehet egy árok
Valamit testvér csak kitalálok
És végighajtom az álmot
Amit kitűztem magam elé anno.

Lehet egy lánc a nyakamba, vagy lasszó
Amit lépek, az mindig frankó, ezért lett oroszlan a Django.
Itt van a föld, ott van az ég
Testvér tovább kell mennem még
Tudom, hogy történt, ami történt
A kereszt a hátamon ugyanúgy ég, ugyanúgy ég
Érzem, hogy hullok szét, gyere mutatom a legmélyét
Ahol nincsen már több tét, ahol nincsen már több téttt. (x3)
Giajjenno dalszovegek
Video Giajjenno

Royce Da 5’9″ – No Radio (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

Royce is going to fucking kill you

Ha, true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio getting blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke

How can I go from rocking wit Dre, to falling out
Wit Shady, and poping my glock on the block to dropping on Koch!
Mistakes that I’ve made, I’ve learned to regret
Impatiently we blazing them AK’s, to earn the respect
(I) don’ been in the trenches for years, in this rap shit
Where my name is mention is fear, compared to that shit
(I) don’ paid my dues, (I) don’ learned more from my mistakes
Then I learned in any grade in my school
(I) could have made you today, (I) could raise ya brow
On a label that’s foul or made you on radio play
(I) could guide myself, through the game myself
Give you the chills, kill hip hop, and save myself
(I) learned to behave myself, people choose sides when
They figure you die, I learned they take away my wealth
All these niggas that used to page me, everyday that I dealt
But they all gone, y’all wrong, (I) page myself, because

I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it’s no ruining me
I’m the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for
I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it’s no ruining me
I’m the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for me

Every breath I breathe, every second I have
To be in the lab, wit young man, making a track at least
In the basement, rapping in peace, Patiently Waiting
To blow up and grow up, back and away from this rapping beef shit
All of that should cease, cause I feel like quitting
Back to the factory, rap for ME, when I feel like spitting
Go out and kill a clown a day, don’t call me Royce no more
It’s Ryan, I just threw Detroit’s crown away!
It’s only so many times, I could let my temper get tested
I can’t handle it, I’ll eventually get arrested
I’m on the verge of doin some things, that won’t help – shit!
Take myself away from my family, is so selfish
I can’t help shit, lately I been ignoring rules
You taking care of too many people, to go and lose
(I) do my music and speak truly, without the influence of movies
Or these fools in the street, that wanna do me, nigga

True motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio getting blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke
Yeah, hopin you true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio getting blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke

Ice Cube – Man’s Best Friend (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Here’s another topic I’m addressin
So learn a quick lesson, about your Smith and Wesson
Sit your ass back and comprehend
As I let you know about man’s best friend
Now remember: it used to be a dog like Lassie
But now in ninety-one it’s a gun if you asked me
Just like a jimmy hat’s used for protection
I use my nine when suckers start to flexin
Cause if you run up and try to play mine
I’d rather have a AK than a fuckin canine
Cause if you shot your gun, and my dog tried to fetch her
Me and the dog’s goin out on a stretcher
And I ain’t with that, so I gotta get that
Big black gat, aim and I hit that
Forget about a dog fool, he’ll shit in the den
Nowadays, a gat is man’s best friend

Here is the reason why Ice Cube pack
Just in case the little punks try to jack
I can’t put a motherfuckin pitbull
Under a coat, in the small of my back
So I gotta take my beretta, and I betcha
It’ll probably work, a 100 percent better
Cause it’ll keep me out of danger
With sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber
So this goes to all y’all intruders
Beware of the owner, cause the owner is a shooter
I don’t just wanna give your ass rabies
I’d rather have your ass pushing up daisies
And I can’t do that with Benji
Rin Tin Tin, or Spuds McKenzie
Forget about a dog fool, he’ll shit in the den
Nowadays, a gat is man’s best friend

RJmrLA – Thank God (Mrla Album)

[Verse 1]
I woke up thank God I’m a real nigga
Niggas still throwing shots at a still picture
And they still getting hot, can’t chill with us
If this Glock all I got then I’m [?]
If I die pray my pops is the gate keeper
Nigga sliding with the opps get the same treatment
In a beam got the Glock showing state prison
Let me squeeze take the block thats a gang missing
Fake real niggas how you revealing the truth?
Make lil’ niggas fake but teach ’em to shoot
Threw the scope on the K they easy to boost
You niggas lying on stage to stay in the loop

[Hook: RJ]
Stay with it can’t give it nah nigga nah, nah, nah nigga nah
I ain’t feeling ya niggas ya niggas fraud, nah
Thank God I’m a real nigga
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God I’m a real nigga
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God I’m a real nigga

[Verse 2]
Niggas soft like the still liquor
20 [?]
I’mma keep it real with ya
Thank God on my worst day
Cross me let the church pray
Ties like [?]
Niggas dying on they birthday
Nigga God know I’m burnt yeah
He the one that made me squeezing off .380
Nigga that’s that get back get off me I’m saucy
Send them back to my whip grab that stick shit look gothic
And I thank my God all my pride ain’t defrost me
Some believe in God, some believe in Allah
Here I keep a 9 in these streets Iguodala
Nah nigga nah

[Hook: RJ]
Stay with it can’t give it nah nigga nah, nah, nah nigga nah
I ain’t feeling ya niggas ya niggas fraud, nah
Thank God I’m a real nigga
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God I’m a real nigga
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God I’m a real nigga

[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta]
Fuck nigga, I been a real nigga since day one
Life sentence, for the team I’ll take one
Shake something, take something
Young nigga face something
Extended clip AK something, broad day something
I ain’t feeling you nigga
When you die I hope I be the one killing you nigga
When your bitch cheat on you I hope I be the one drilling her nigga
I fucked that bitch to make you mad I ain’t feeling her nigga
Y’all ain’t real no more, I’m the realest y’all know
CMG, 400 Summers, we finna see so much money
Word to my momma

[Hook: RJ]
Stay with it can’t give it nah nigga nah, nah, nah nigga nah
I ain’t feeling ya niggas ya niggas fraud, nah
Thank God I’m a real nigga
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God I’m a real nigga
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Thank God I’m a real nigga

[Outro: RJmrLA]
Thank God I’m a real nigga
On God I’m a real nigga
Finna slide for the real niggas
One time for the real niggas
I did time with some real niggas
On God I’m a real nigga
Doing 5 on a real nigga
On God I’m- On God I’m a real real nigga
On God I’m a real nigga
Finna slide for the real nigga
Gang slide for the real niggas
On God I’m a real real nigga
Thank God for the real real niggas
On God I’m a real real nigga
One time for the real real niggas
On God I’m a real real nigga
On God, real real nigga
Thank God for the real real niggas
Thank God I’m a real nigga

RJmrLA – Blindfold (Mrla Album)

[Intro]
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama said, "Boy, get your shine on" (mama)
No Tony how I get my grind on (no Tony)
Came in the game with a blindfold (blind)
‘Cause I can whip dope with a blindfold (cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
My eyes closed like Michael Jordan at the free throw (23, Jordan)
Woo, give me a blindfold, I can cook up a whole kilo (cook it up, cook it up, skrrt, skrrt)
Throwaway (throwaway), no AK (brrt, brrt, AK)
Cookin’ trade (cookin’), servin’ pancakes (woo, yeah)
If you don’t understand me, proper grammar, bitch, I want a Grammy
Reppin’ the Porsche, leather lavish and the top side panoramic (skrrt skrrt)
Access granted (access), I’ma drug king like candid (yum)
44 (bulldog), damage (woo), leave ’em hangin’ like a hangmen
Pull up with ’em when you do pull up, my niggas got snipers for when you do look up (pew, pew)
I love some Act’ in my refrigerator, nigga, you know it’s already put up
Who got 5 on the cooker? 5, 5 on the cooker
Who got 5 on the cooker? 5, 5 on the cooker, yeah, uh

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama said, "Boy, get your shine on" (mama)
No Tony how I get my grind on (no Tony)
Came in the game with a blindfold (blind)
‘Cause I can whip dope with a blindfold (cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (yeah)

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
Look, hey
Yeah nigga, hey
Beat the back up like auntie May
Only gotta trap for half a day
MrLA, if I go blind and all
Nigga, I can still eyeball the world
Bitch, I ain’t got a dime to borrow
You beggin’ for it, better find a church
Out first, I got the urge
Eastern nigga like what it’s worth
Feed your killers, call it time served
Got heat to chickens, I can fry the bird, yeah
Whip up a drive like a car light, yeah
Keep shit inspired ’cause they all hyped, yeah
Feed all my trap, ain’t no part shy
But that wheel in her back, she can part tyres, yeah
Pull up with ’em when you do pull up, my niggas got snipers for when you do look up (pew, pew)
Cook up while I trap the hood, no matter the price, I want the hook up
I can go on, want me a brick up
Watch me go warm me a brick up
We got your order for pick up
You take it too far, my niggas deliver, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama said, "Boy, get your shine on" (mama)
No Tony how I get my grind on (no Tony)
Came in the game with a blindfold (blind)
‘Cause I can whip dope with a blindfold (cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (yeah)

The Underachievers – Gotham Nights (Renaissance Album)

[Intro]
You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin, get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming

[Verse 1: Solace]
In this Cold World
Ain’t no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin’ or continue wishin’ like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin’ strong
Still figurin’ out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin’ charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin’ up whoever gon’ stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin’ critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin’ niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You ain’t got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain’t work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I’m moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin’ like animals
But masters don’t bang with those
I’m focus on packin’ these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin’ about catchin’ hoes im figurin’ out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
I’m a little different niggas be wonderin’ why im distant
Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon’ be snitchin’
So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners

[Hook: Solace]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

[Interlude: AKTHESAVIOR]
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, ain’t no patience, it’s just gun smoke

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Don’t need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, I’m always about my cheddar like I’m Donatello
Even better spendin’ no pretenders that ain’t in my blend’in
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin’ my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, it’s bad enough to cross me
I’m mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin’
She get exhaust, still the freshest ya’ll niggas Carltons
Ya’ll do the wrong thing, spike lee, he never talkin’
To be haunting trap my body can’t steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I don’t feed off lies, GMO’s can end your life
But I’m a Gemini I come back twice
I’m just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain ain’t right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what’s nice, uh

[Hook]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

The Underachievers – Head Right (Renaissance Album)

[Verse 1: Solace]
If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
Got the weight up on my shoulders
Play no games like no controllers
Got your bitch inside the Rover
Blowing dope she like mimosas
Say your prayers to my poster
On her knees and fat
We call that the Colin Kaep
Hit the fade and count the pack
Laughing at the message that you sent like
"Baby call me back!"
Look at where we started at
Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
See me I be global
Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool
And Paper calls to fall through
Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
Let that trippy shit confuse you
All my hitters for the shaking
Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
Nigga gassed up off the dank and what you blowin’ look deflated

[Chorus: Solace & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Medicated, hella faded, don’t take L’s I just inhale it
Straight from hell I burn the pavement
Got your girl I might replace you
For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
Power pole extend
No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
I’m riding through my lands
Passenger a goddess from the gram
You probably a fan
Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
It’s like [?]
Down to pull my life out for these bands
You call it a trance
And challenge my niggas high-caliber
Couple of savages due to their habitat
Niggas be actors but not with their action
Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
Ain’t no more middleman handing to me
Got the passion on me and the man in my teams
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m godly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m godly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

[Chorus: Solace & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

$UICIDEBOY$ – AUDUBON Lyrics

[Intro]
New Orleans is ruled by thugs even more ruthless than LA’s most violent gangs
The Crips & Bloods tried to establish themselves here and these guys killed him..simple as that! gone! See ya later
We look at gangs like its, its like a coward move to us in a gang it take fifteen people to get in two cars and do a driveby and kill one person
In New Orleans I done seen one person kill fifteen people

[VERSE I: WHO BOY BOY]
Definition of the living dead
Got a dead bitch giving head
Tulip flowers growing on my bed
Rust and blood settle on my lead
Broken soul but i’m breaking bread
Head dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off
But no swinging like a helicopter
Got it covering this chopper
Spitting out them yoppas
Got the drama with the lama
I can get you to nirvana
Run them pockets proper
We create our own karma
Balboa out the magnolia
Northside soulja
Need the keys to the rover
Yung scarecrow

[VERSE II: LIL WAAAAAA]
Ruby the fucking ape
Ruby the fucking orangutan
Mumbling nothing
Just the discussion of public destruction
I’m up in flames
The soulja by the lake
Feeling like i’m in the navy, but i pull up in the tank
Sipping the tang out of an AK
Kangaroo the next lane
Lame move you looking plain
Can’t redo the flex mane
Camo on my body like i just got back from war
I heard a bang in the bank
Ben frank on the floor
Back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score
I’m trying to finesse the lesser into something more
I’m drawing a blank on who the fuck you is

Migos – Slippery (feat. Gucci Mane)

Pop a Perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
Fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it (serve)

Pop a Perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she fuck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (hey)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These bitch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad bitch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire)

Pop a Perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My bitches, I spoil them like they children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, Xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s fuck the cops (fuck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
Fuck it I seize a knot

Pop a Perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey

T-Rock – Amen (Payback: Vengeance Album)

I feel like ? when he made Piece of Mind (JR)
Dedicated to the legends
C’mon
Thank you

[VERSE 1]
I got my eyes on the prize
You can’t stop my stride
The last pussy ass nigga tried up and died
Nigga through all I stand too tall don’t make me shoot ya’ll
My choppa is a baritone I make it sing like Lou Rawls
I ball forever thuggin’ dodging destruction
A broken heart ? pimp nobody can be trusted
I don’t trust a ho at all that’s a golden law
There’s too many niggas losing sight of protocol simply over
Drawers
I am a pimp nature, bread chaser, hell raiser
Killer with that infrared laser I’ll eraser ya, breaker breaker
Now ? Mr Washington just committed 187
I am Armageddon on a ho
I stopped giving a fuck and showing love long ago
Middle finger stay up it is beyond expression
How I’m feeling I gotta rage just beyond aggression
God I need a Amen

[CHORUS]
(Amen)
I need a amen
Real Gs do what they want, suckers do what they can (they can)
God I need a amen (Amen)
Cause niggas want the old me to leave them dead right where they stand (Hell nah)
Hell nah ain’t going back (Hell nah)
Been to hell I ain’t going back
I’ma roll on (roll on)
Hell nah I ain’t going back (Hell nah)
Been to hell I ain’t going back (Hell nah)
Gotta roll on

[VERSE 2]
Fresh outta hell can’t you tell see my clothes smoking
For every door that close it’s a hundred doors open
For every ho that chose it’s a hundred foes going
Bananas cause my dick is what they bottom hoes blowing
Had on that llama I resurrect the fear of Osama
My persona is more power pistols and marijuana
The pride you see in my heart is something I wear with honor
What you do in these streets ‘ll come back on you beware of karma
My imperfections had me running from holly confessions
Through the amen of a prayer Mama defeated depression
Learn lessons of company that was laying up with me
Thought they was praying for me but they was praying against me
My shooters was waiting to put that AK all up in me
Gave them my word they act like I ain’t gave them a penny
Hey man homie God is a positive energy
Lay hands on me ‘fore I lay hands on my enemy

[CHORUS]
(Amen)
I need a amen
Real Gs do what they want, suckers do what they can (they can)
God I need a amen (Amen)
Cause niggas want the old me to leave them dead right where they stand (Hell nah)
Hell nah ain’t going back (Hell nah)
Been to hell I ain’t going back
I’ma roll on (roll on)
Hell nah I ain’t going back (Hell nah)
Been to hell I ain’t going back (Hell nah)
Gotta roll on

Popcaan – Stray Dog

[Intro]
(Henging Tree)
We sen’ dem home yaad
Bwoy dead like stray dog
New Member inna the graveyard

[Verse 1]
Bwoy, you a punk a you throat me a go slash
Pussy weh you know ’bout buzz Gaza ash
M1 rifle strap on ‘pon me back
Crack your skull like calabash

Pussy have you ever knock it inna traffic
Have you ever buss a man throat with a hatchet
You no know nothing ’bout badness watch it
Mack 90 go deal with you crabbit
Seh dem a badman a liar dem
Man show you rifle, you never fire dem
A could a who a hire dem
Markus mek we wire dem

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 2]
Use the Uzi and go shell dem endz
Dem a try jump fence, me corel dem Benz
Likkle jackass no have no fucking sense
Fully auto squeeze inna your contact lens
Dash weh dem body fi dem stink and wrenk
Bwoy live inna cement, a no accident
No care how much bloodclaat gun dem rent
Man we kill dem inna any event

[Chorus]
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 3]
Buss the AK with me right hand
Big matic shub out a the van
Any bwoy weh a claim dem a don
Copper mek you skin look like Yellow Man
So me lift up every gun weh me have fi go kill dem slowly
Me see the likkle priest dem a mek talk
And dem still don’t know me
Pussy, you no bad like Rihanna
Shot will play inna your head like piano
Me and your badness could a never similar
Your friend dem go dead from the K weh me give Miller

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

The Underachievers – Head Right

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
Got the weight up on my shoulders
Play no games like no controllers
Got your bitch inside the rover
Blowing dope she like mimosas
Say your prayers to my poster
On her knees and fat
We call that the Colin Kap
Hit the fade and count the pack
Laughing at the message that you sent like
"Baby call me back!"
Look at where we started at
Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
See me I be global
Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
Let that trippy shit confuse you
All my hitters for the shaking
Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
Nigga [?]

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
Straight from hell I burn the pavement
Got your girl I might replace you
For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
Power pole extend
No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
I’m riding through my lands
Passenger god is from the gram
You probably a fan
Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
It’s like [?]
Down to pull my life out for these bands
You call it a trance
And challenge my niggas high-caliber
Couple of savages due to their habitat
Niggas be actors but not with their action
Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

La movie – Luigi 21 Plus feat. Bad Bunny letra

Letra Luigi 21 Plus – La movie

Ya nadie te cree a ti ni a tu instagram
Tú no eres millo’ y tampoco calle
Yo soy así cabron no vo’a cambiar
siempre real más no confió en nadie.(la movie)

Si eres real, cumple tu palabra
el hombre lo que habla lo respalda
aplícate el refrán, del perro que ladra
que a nadie le meten cabra
Por más que bregues de corazón
Siempre salen un puerco
Y se te vira un lechón
estos hijo ‘e p*** andan en manada
salgan cabron que llego su temporada
Se hacen los humildes gusanos
y uno de buena fe le da la mano
se quejan de que nadie les ayuda
pero cuando se crecen después ni me saludan.

Ahora todos son calle
Y que es eso
Si ilegalmente no se han buscado un peso
digan lo que digan, cuidado con eso
Que ustedes no resuelven
Nací para preso
Luces, cámaras y acción
veo otro lambe bicho en formación
Roncando de día y de armamento
Y se cree ser el artista del momento
Dice ser leal
Pero para ser leal
Te tienes que probar
Y aunque la lealtad
En un papel no se firma
Cabron con esto se confirma.

Yeh Yehhh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh verssuri-lyrics.info
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh.

Muchos hablan de lealtad
Sin conocerla
No pueden mantenerla
Porque no son reales
Por mí que se muera
To’ el cabron que no sirve
Por mí que se muera
Yo sigo firme
Me lo bacteria
El veneno pa’
Tu elterea
Tu vida es una comedia
Yo soy dueño de la feria
Falso cantante
Morirán por donde vienen
Si dan
Van por Ñengo
Acribillar.

La fama lo vuelve loco
La rata son ratas
Yo no me equivoco
Mera mama bicho
Mejor baja el moco
Mera ese hijo ‘e p***
Te vo’a dar uno poco
No ignoren su suerte
Que andan con una glockpeta a la muerte
Loco por envolverte
Pa’ sacarte de gato por si estas al frente
Gano la falsa de na’
Y en tiro la hipocresía
Seguimo’ activo todavía
¿Que?
Ñengo en nadie confía
Ñengo le pone el peine clear lija vacía
Estas lista de embuste
Después no se frustren
Me pongo pa’ ustedes
Se van y la junte
Apunar mi repute
Empiezan ejecute
Que vamo’ a ver
Cuando el AK se empute.

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh hh.

Ando con Mercedes deportivo
No con 2 hijo’ de p*** que son impulsivo
Cazando par de lechone’ fugitivo
Que se me escaparon
Pero están más muerto’ que vivo’
Lo que vivo casi nunca lo escribo
Y lo que escribo casi nunca lo vivo
Lo que ando buscando es una excusa
Un motivo
Pa’ arrastrarlo
Amarra’o de los estribos
Mi carro está en sold out
Mi casa está en salda
Y estos colegas peleando por falda’
A mí me mama el bicho el cantante
El corista, el dj
Hasta tu guardaespaldas
Conmigo ha visto el roce
Que pa’ meterte ya tengo la pose
Cabron tú y tu jefe a mí me conocen
No me hagas ponerte la boca a las 12
Me he venido y pa’ en fila
Yo nunca he corrido por pila
Deja la marea tranquila
Que mi combo es mío
Hijo ‘e p***
El tuyo tu no alquila
Te recomiendo que pidas ayuda
Que no va a llevarte
Ni flore’ en la viuda
Sigue apostándole
Al santo y al buda
Hasta que el huracán te sacuda
¡Pusho!

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yehhh.
Luigi 21 Plus letras
Video movie

Future – Use Me (Hndrxx Album)

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

Future – Use Me

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

Game – What Else

[Verse 1]
In this moment, erase my fears
Only time for action, no time for tears
All these years been preparin’ for right now
When they see the AK barrel, they pipe down
White sheets and nightgowns, sniffin’ that blood hounds
Soldier, swallowed my own sweat and won’t drown
My squad is thorough, my infiltry fifth ward
Scars on faces, long way from a ghetto boy
I’m built for this, I killed for this
Put everythin’ on the line, blood spilled for this
They consider it madness, grew up an ignorant bastard
If it wasn’t ’bout guns, I was skippin’ them classes
Thickest assassin, pull it the fastest
Cock it and blast it, runnin’ my racket
Put ’em all in the casket
Strikin’ them matches, wrap you in plastic
Turn you to ashes
Call me for duty and I’ll murder the masses

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

[Verse 2]
I’m on a suicide mission with pistols, I won’t miss you
You with me, I’m with you, if not, the slug gon’ hit you
Rip through your tissue, I don’t think the world gon’ miss you
Full magazine, 15 covers, the next issue
Ghost, not the luxury car, I’m talkin’ hollows
Sub-missiles flyin’ through the sky
You can find me in the shark tank, topped off, loadin’ the scars
Tramplin’ dead bodies in the field, full of blood
No remorse, of course we gon’ be lit
We soldiers, trained to murder and won’t miss
No time to piss, the realest in the midst
Lost in foreign land and we eat where we shit
Long machete arms, get chopped up in the jungle
Today could be your last, to hard to remain humble
Die by yourself ’cause you was born on your own
Some of the greatest kings got murdered on they thrones

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

Use me – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Use me

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, ohhh.(use me)

Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me versuri-lyrics.info
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use meee
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for.

Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can.

Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said “f*ck the streets” and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use meee
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for.

Use meee to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use meee
Use me, then use meee
Then you better, then you better
Use meee
Use meee
Use meee.
Future lyrics
Video me