NoCap – TheHoodDoctor Lyrics

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[Chorus]
My Momma told me thuggin’ is gon cost you
I’m thinking fuck that, drugs gon solve my problems
I can’t afford that, but I’m still taking losses
Devils on my back, God would (?)
The Hood Doctor, but I’m losing all my patients
They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated
Setting defense, I feel like I could shake it
They so good at showing fake love (ohh)
I’m an inch away from giving up

[Verse 1]
If I got a dollar for every casket I seen, I’d be a millionaire
Ask God to let me stop in Hell before I get to heaven (yeah)
I hate to say it but most my niggas there
Your kids want some tennis shoes
Your car note and your rent due
Robbing not his hustle
It’s just some shit that he got into
Tend to get in my feelings when I’m venting what I been through
Life is a bitch, won’t take her panties off (yeah)
Every time shit be going good it don’t last
I’d buy a spine, I’d do anything to get my niggas back
Massage me when a Op die
I’m homicide relaxin’
Seem like the ones leave be the ones that I’m attached to
Fred took his last breathe on Birdsville steps
I hope you make it out
This for the ones that’s still there
You got two options in the hood
Nigga, that’s jail or death

[Chorus]
My Momma told me thuggin’ is gon cost you
I’m thinking fuck that, drugs gon solve my problems
I can’t afford that, but I’m still taking losses
Devils on my back, God would (?)
The Hood Doctor, but I’m losing all my patients
They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated
Setting defense, I feel like I could shake it
They so good at showing fake love (ohh)
I’m an inch away from giving up

[Verse 2]
I talked to Draco through the glass
I told him I got his lawyer
I’m sorry we was round them Drac’s like we was Mr. Carter (ay)
Interviews get boring, I can’t tell my story
I slip and say the wrong thing, MPD gonna extort me
Rolex got my chain mad
They so bipolar, they be arguing and dancing
I know it’s killing her inside to keep it cool, cause she a real fan
Even though I’m a rapper, I cannot come back and get another Chance
C-Lo didn’t wanna die, that was God plan
Two watches but I still show up late
Home or second base, really none of that shit ain’t safe right now
Prayers up, I did the opposite I hate I let ’em down

[Chorus]
My Momma told me thuggin’ is gon cost you
I’m thinking fuck that, drugs gon solve my problems
I can’t afford that, but I’m still taking losses
Devils on my back, God would (?)
The Hood Doctor, but I’m losing all my patients
They in the dirt, or they all incarcerated
Setting defense, I feel like I could shake it
They so good at showing fake love (ohh)
I’m an inch away from giving up

Shootergang Kony – Hella Geekin Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ask God if he f**k with the crew, we’ll slide too
Tell him I’ll be there in a minute, I’ll die too
Need someone that love me or someone to lie to
Ain’t been happy in a minute, this something I cried to
If it’s you, we won’t hesitate
I’m going through it sober, I don’t medicate
Niggas turned fake, had to separate
How you woofin’ on me to my niggas like they won’t send you to heaven gates?
Something ’bout this pain, it just escalate
You never shot a nigga, let me demonstrate
It’ll make you feel better
Stomping in Versace, any weather
We just wanted better days, they ain’t let us
Thirty in this Glock, I don’t f**k with no Berettas
Keep your third eye open, don’t listen to what they tell us
You’d probably love us too, but half of you niggas jealous
Give a f**k about a sucker, I’d happily leave him headless
I tell you slide through and bitch, you known for knowing better
You never try to kill us, never powder on your sweater
No cocaine addict
To take away my stress, I’ll let you have it
I’ma die about it later, I just hope that it ain’t tragic, on the gang

[Chorus]
Try to kill just to get a name
Pray for better days and nothing better came
ShooterGang, Hella Geekin is my second name
Looking in the sky, bet you’d die if you feel my pain
Nothing changed, but I promise to go harder
To be with your son, Jody got a daughter
I gotta make it right ’cause I ain’t never had a father
If nothing above the team, we something like Coach Carters

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I’m a starter on this hitstick team
This what my nigga wanted, why I live this dream
This what my nigga started ever since 15
I couldn’t put the gun down, guess I f**k with machines
I knew the hardest niggas wasn’t causin’ the scenes
And everything that glitter ain’t as gold as it seems
Life’s a nightmare and I’m stuck in this dream
And if I never make it home, then give my soul to the team
That’s on the team, nigga

[Chorus]
Ayy, we try to kill just to get a name
Hoped for better days and nothing better came
Letter Gang, I just bought that ho a wedding ring
If you look me in my eyes, you can feel the pain
Nothing changed, but I promise to go harder
To be with your son, Jody got a daughter
Told me life was hard but I ain’t think it would be harder
If nothing above the team, we something like Coach Carters

[Outro]
Hella Geekin is my second name
Shit ain’t what it seem, nigga, on Bloods, nigga
I turned to the streets tryna look for love, nigga
And I ain’t find nothin’, nigga
Nigga, I can’t even find myself, nigga
You know my niggas live through me though, nigga
You know it’s just, it’s just brazy
Like who though, nigga
And I seen your son, nigga
You should’ve seen how he was lookin’ at me, nigga
On Blood, you know I’ma take care of that nigga, nigga
Best I could, nigga
I tried to tell them niggas, Blood
They don’t believe me, nigga
He seen the Geekin in me, blood
They know Hella Geekin, that’s my second name, nigga
We been rockin’ like that, nigga
You know you always told me I’m the one that gotta make it out, nigga
You know I just, I just thought that it’d be you, shit

Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

NICKI MINAJ – Rake It Up lyrics

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Don Q – Look At Me Now

[Intro]
I came up from nothing, my niggas just look at me now
If I had nothing my nigga you wouldn’t be ’round
Cause when I had nothing my nigga you couldn’t be found
Now look at me now, look, look, look at me

[Verse 1]
Hit bird off in the drop now
Shirt off and I’m Pac now
Chubby nigga with the top down
I can spend the dub on the watch now
All I ever knew was drug dealer, my role model was the plug nigga
Treat that money like a rug nigga, popping gold bottles in the tub nigga
Like I throw them racks in they face I count a stack everyday
I got a pack on the way, sitting in traffic today
Screaming free my brother 38, they got ’em down for a murder case
When I get home free 38 sending niggas to the pearly gates
I got a chip on my shoulder, I turn that bitch to a chauffeur
I put a brick in the roller
Moving my arms then I hit her with soda
Louboutin I be chilling in loafers
None of this shit was handed to me
This Rollie more than a Grammy to me
All of my niggas is family to me [?]
It was us from the start, ducking the narcs
Seeing niggas getting stomped in the park
All of this shit I spit come from the heart
We will not let this shit crumble apart
Take a picture they in love with the art
I paid attention and I studied the charts
Car garage and it’s full of rides
Think [?] when we coming to park

[Hook]
I just be thumbing through hundreds
Watch me go run up that money
I just turned nothing to something
I just came up and they loved it
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
I came up from nothing, my niggas just look at me now
If I had nothing my nigga you wouldn’t be ’round
Cause when I had nothing my nigga you couldn’t be found

[Verse 2]
My hood love me i’m a living legend
Riding round with a Smith and Wesson
Ask God one simple question: "Can I wear my chains when I get to heaven?"
Quarter ounces we was all about it
Play with mine have your door surrounded
There’s death on the corner don’t walk around it
They’ll come and kill you for a small allowance
Now le’ts take a trip to my past I had to flip what I had
Had to go dig in the stash, triple my last
Run it up fill up the bag ’til its a million in cash
They tryna investigate us , pop died I was devastated
Niggas thought that we would never make it man you had your chance but you hesitated
I know that you telling out (?) statement
All this medication got me meditating
Hit Miami when the weather breaking
Lee dan just had the Vegas
The hunnids and fifties be separated, the hunnids and fifties be segregated
I dirtied the cup and I never chase it
I ain’t fuck her I just let her take it
Patrol cars try to pull me over I ain’t even worried nigga let them chase me
Just know you gotta have 200 hundred on the dash nigga if they ever race you
Getting money yeah we really stable
When we hit the club we spent 50 hunnids
All the bottles got them bitches fucking
Yeah, we throw that cash cause its plenty coming

[Hook]
I just be thumbing through hundreds
Watch me go run up that money
I just turned nothing to something
I just came up and they loved it
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
Now look at me now, look at me, look at me, look at me
I came up from nothing, my niggas just look at me now
If I had nothing my nigga you wouldn’t be ’round
Cause when I had nothing my nigga you couldn’t be found