Marlo – Bowen Homes Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay
Yeah
These just some lil Bowen Homes memories that I had
I just want to share with y’all

[Verse 1]
I’m just glad [?] them streets nigga when they pulled them pistols in the cut
That nigga know he my brother now so f**k that shit, nigga how I’m buckin’
That nigga know we was down for life, Frost still ain’t cut, tryna get it right
And Eek had a whole thing, nigga a f**kin’ brick of white
And me and Slim all night, we stayed down, tryna make it right
And Shock, that’s like my brother and I love him
And we’ll go against the world about each other
Nigga stand tall, nigga we each other
So f**k them other niggas, them niggas busters
And f**k that other shit, nigga I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Home of the murderers and them drug dealers
And Fat Steve a rich nigga, Big D a rich nigga
Marlo was a rich nigga, I became a rich nigga

[Chorus]
f**k that other shit, nigga I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
And I got love for every hood, nigga know it’s all good
f**k that other shit, nigga I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
And I got love for every hood, nigga know it’s all good

[Verse 2]
Put my whole hood on my back
Nigga try my hood, get whacked and that’s a fact
Nigga gassin’ ’round this bitch and that’s a fact
Nigga ’round this bitch servin’ everybody
Nigga run off with that pack, it’s dead body
Ain’t shit you said ’bout it
I wish Lo was still here, that nigga made my hood shed tears
And I wish Fresh was still here, wish CJ was still here
And I wish Die was still here, and I wish Perm was still here
AndI wish Joe Bad was still here and I wish Marlo was still here
Lil Shady would’ve been here now
That nigga was prayin’ arguin’ ’bout Jay-Z the realest nigga alive
‘Cause f**k that shit, nigga I cried
Shady why you have to die?
So I guess it’s heaven for a G
Can see that shit in my head, them niggas standin’ on a silver street

[Chorus]
f**k that other shit, nigga I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
And I got love for every hood, nigga know it’s all good
f**k that other shit, nigga I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
Nigga what hood you from ’cause I’m from Bowen Homes nigga
And I got love for every hood, nigga know it’s all good

Yung Lixo – Otaco Lyrics

[Letra de “OTACO”]

[Intro]
Aquela mina é mó vadia, me deixou por um outro cara. Na verdade, isso não faz dela uma vadia. Isso é tudo uma construção social de que ela tem que ser uma puta só por que ela não gosta de mim, mas, na verdade, é porque eu sou um merda

[Refrão]
Aqui é o bonde do fracasso, precisamo d’um abraço
Chego no compasso, pra enfiar no meu braço
Minha vida tá um caco e a tristeza tá batendo
Aqui é liga dos otaku, só no arrependimento

[Verso]
Então segura esse moleque que ele tá suicida
Tá querendo se matar, mas esqueceu que não tem vida
Foi pular do prédio, mas se ligou que é difícil
Agora já tá no Ebay apostando num lança-míssil
A vida é complicada e o Tupac já dizia
Na real quem disse isso, eu acho que foi minha tia
Mas, de qualquer modo, o ditado é assim:
“Quem tem dinheiro come, quem não tem não dá pra mim”
Tô sempre atrás de ajuda, mas tudo o que eu achei
Foi o Big Smoke incentivando o CJ
Então, agora eu desisti e vou partir pra uma melhor
Que se foda minha vida e longa vida ao hentai hardcore

[Refrão]
Aqui é o bonde do fracasso, precisamo d’um abraço
Chego no compasso, pra enfiar no meu braço
Minha vida tá um caco e a tristeza tá batendo
Aqui é liga dos otaku, só no arrependimento

[Saída]
Bonde do Fracasso, eu sou otaku e eu desisti…
Bonde do Fracasso, eu sou otaku e eu desisti…

[Saída Alternativa]
Meu psiquiatra quer saber que problema que eu tenho
Só porque eu amo bonequinha de desenho
Não me arrependo de gostar de Dragon Ball
Enquanto minha família não aceita que eu não veja futebol
Todo mundo na minha volta zoando o que eu visto
Acho que tão com inveja do quanto eu tenho estilo
Então, sinceramente, se eu vejo One Piece ou Naruto
O problema é meu e pau no cu do mundo

Wiz Khalifa – Alright Lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 1: Preme]
Pull up in the Maybach
CJ with me looking hella tipsy
White girl with me and the molly got her dancing hella Brittany
1400 hoodie on, red, looking hella trippy
Bobby Shmurda niggas
Houston bitches with me on that Whitney ouu
I came out the coldest city with the hottest bitch
I pull up popping at these niggas if they popping shit
Them bitches tryna fall in love and trying to fall in rich
She got it going brush her teeth before she suck my dick
My dog want that payback and I might have to OK that
Pull up on that clown and pull them down cause my homie don’t play that
Mobbing deep, give them hell on earth
I come from the dirt
Get yo merked, ain’t talking water guns, but all them choppers squirt

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, black and yellow, with the pedal
Getting rich, but from the ghetto
Took off to another level
Been to war, I got the medals
Different flows, I got several
Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors
Never let a nigga pose
If it’s fine with you
Then it’s fine with me
If you never try you never find out how real it could be
Got your girls with you
Got my niggas with me
Spend it all and get it back
Being broke is just a memory
Yeah, every-time I hit the club with her we be turning heads
I put numbers on the board
Smell the KK when I’m bored
Private jet, when I board
Give respect across the board
Get a check, when I go
We pull up bitch, we don’t troll

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – Somebody Knows (feat. Busta Rhymes) (The King & I Album)

[Intro]
And the question remains, why was he gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles and who was responsible?

[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m feelin’ some type of way
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Somebody knows

[Verse 1: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
We were havin’ a good time up in the party
Even though we wasn’t really speakin’ at the time
And we never got to have a conversation
That still weighs heavy on my mind
Busy ignorin’ each other
We didn’t know if we be over
In just a matter of time (neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots)

[Pre-Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind
And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time

[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m feelin’ some type of way
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Somebody knows

[Verse 2: Faith Evans, The Notorious B.I.G. & Both]
Can’t believe it’s been this long
Twenty years have come and gone
There is so much we need to know (Old school, new school need to learn though)
And until I get some kind of resolution
I cannot choose to let go (yeah)
No help from the police
Only hang on to the memories
Whoever did it better stay low-key
‘Cause it’s hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

[Pre-Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind (damn near lost my mind)
And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time

[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m feelin’ some type of way
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Somebody knows

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
I don’t even know where to start and it’s very hard to address it
A conversation dealin’ most niggas don’t want to mess with
Continue his blessings I sent to you and Mama Wallace
To this day I carry a picture of BIG in my wallet
While I give you these bars, I try not my composure
It has been twenty years and yet you still lookin’ for closure
Still can’t try over bein’ a baby, not havin’ my father
My heart continues to go after CJ and Tanyana
Tryna avoid truckin’ ’bout it, not to revisit the drama
Let me remind the shooter that the most gangster nigga is karma
Big Poppa, yes, [?] your legacy proper
And [?] to provide the answers in your honor
Frank and Pac, I hope you had the chance to talk and have it fellas
About the truth that would led the way up, both of you ain’t tell us
You probably up there talkin’ about who really fuckin’ did it
Maybe you a sinners sign with some honest answers in it
I walk to Tillery park where we use to smoke with Flanton
Even after all this time, we could never accept it
From Westhouse Brooklyn to bein’ one of the great
To the last time we linked up, I shed a tear at your wake

[Outro]
The Notorious B.I.G. was silence forever, Los Angeles are looking for his killer

Quentin Miller – Entry 86 (feat. CJ Francis IV)

[Intro: CJ Francis IV]
You recordin’? yeah, lit, lit
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: CJ Francis IV]
Time itself is not enough
But she swear thats all you want
But she swear thats all you want
Spendin’ only makes you front
Fallin’ on you in the club, right now in the club
Fallin’ on you in the club, right now in the club
Hold on
Spendin’ only makes you front
I pulled it up in the front
I ain’t even get the trunk, had to go without the trunk
Roofs still clear here, I just got the clear vision
Carti vision when I’m here, I just got back in it
New linen, new women

[Bridge: Quentin Miller]
New women, new women
Dates gettin’ too expensive, stays gettin’ too extended
I don’t know what to do with ’em, yeah
You really think you gotta future with me?

[Verse 2: Quentin Miller]
1317 the crew is with me, good news with me yeah
Demi Hughes is with me, yeah
I refuse to let these niggas play me out
Dropped my daughters to the house
The pack was hidden in the couch
Problems with me, air it out
But I don’t wanna hear about ’em
Cheated death, that was ’bout a year ago
They want that dope, here go that dope
Pick up that dope

[Verse 3: CJ Francis IV]
Its fresh out the stove
Its fresh out the stove, yeah, yeah
I’m fresh out the store
Its fresh for my hoe, Its all for my hoe, yeah
Why do I only like new money?
Maybe cause I cannot save it
Why do these niggas not do nothing?
Say that they busy but lazy
Saw some new shit and I copped it
One for me, one for my lady
Investing on her is a payment
Budget look like it can take it, yeah
That news logo nothing to play with it
[?] daily, send out a pack, I hope that it make it
Yeah, I hope that you make it
Time that you takin’ I think that you wastin’
Shit that you want, you’ll never get it
Hope that you get it
I just went got it, I just went got it

[Outro: Quentin Miller]
I just went got it, I just went got it
I don’t want problems, I just want profit
She said she want it, I’m finna buy it
The head was fire, the head was fire, head was fire
Yah, yah CJ ahead of his time
Q.M and CJ ahead of they time
When we dropping you pressin’ rewind
We ahead of your time
(hahaha, one three, one seven, man good news)

Tee Grizzley – No Effort

[Hook]
I can do this shit with no effort
You know I do this shit with no effort
I can do this shit with no effort
Nigga

[Verse 1]
[?] I took your bitch, took that hoe to town
Played my role so good after I hit I took a bow
Take some pounds for a pow
Take your time, take it serious
I’m curious, should I buy me a watch or a aquarium
Get your sack took, we gon’ take you for a joke
If you like that last batch, bring some money take some mo’
Wanna take ’em to the 8 [?] wanna take it
Cause you wait four years, we take presidents everday, nigga
Take me to the horse, not the club, bitch the Porsche
Hold a took off with my dick, I should be takin’ her to court
If you take me for a hoe, I’ma take it to your porch
Only fear the Lord anyone else can see the morgue
Give me thirty seconds with her, I can get this bitch naked
One bullet out that K will leave the toughest nigga headless
Naw, I don’t one drug to act reckless
[?] put one in the nigga melon
One time for my dudes, one time for my pops
Free Twink, rest in peace Tee fuck the opps
One time for lil’ CJ, one time for lil’ Roc
50 rounds in that chop’, niggas move niggas drops
One time for [?]
Play with me it’s going down, bitch one time for Yung Joc
One time for cocaine, cash nigga off top
One time for them (brrr), we got comin’ by the flock, nigga
One time for a real nigga, Leek Hustle
And Leek will bust you, you a fool if you think Leek tussle
I run it back, come back from Cali and make beats for me
Think I work at McDonalds, I make that cheese double
Think I’m making Big Mac’s, I let that bread triple
I got a big Mac that bitch’ll shred niggas
Say on my name better stop while your ahead
‘Fore they look for your body and find nothing but your head, nigga
I don’t wanna fuck if I can’t get the head with it
You see the trophies hoe, you talkin’ to the bread winner
Lil’ ungrateful bastards I can’t stand niggas
Like I ain’t played parents role when I fed niggas

[Hook]
Like lil’ nigga I can do this shit with no effort
You know I do this shit with no effort
I can do this shit with no effort
Nigga

[Verse 2]
Shout out to my niggas cause they grind for ’em to shine
Shoes blood, red bottom like they ride under the fire
[?] one with my bitch, we have [?]
Niggas hating but ain’t never been off US soil
Nigga, this more than I started off my day with a map
And the prayer that I made it there and back
Bruh this your bitch, so while sittin’ on my lap
Let that chop’ clap a pussy nigga head off his neck
Was you watchin’ the news? You saw them indictments?
Okay, so you know I’m statin’ facts
Last niggas we was beefin’ with, uh
Man, I can’t even think of what cemetery them niggas at
It’ll come to me later, it’s on the tip of my tongue
Nigga I meet gangsters, Crips, Lordz and Bloods
Nigga I meet plugs, talk over dinner ’bout funds
Only thing you meet is the requirements for a crumb
Y’all pussy niggas homo and got no hoes
These bitches tired of fucking ’round with hobos
Extendo on the Glock that bitch long as a pogo
In Chicago at Soho, FN like I’m Roro
Fuck nigga I can get you knocked with no effort
The clip hanging out tonight like it ain’t no tellin’
Girl say when she with me she get so wetter
Say she like to throw that ass on the low, catch her
All black and it’s late night
Assault rife to steak knife
Big 40 the nigga up but the doc think it was a great white
Red bottoms on my feet like my shoes got brake light
Fuck her and drop her off, no time for no date nights

[Hook]
Like lil’ baby I can do this shit with no effort
You know I can do this shit with no effor
Watch me do this shit with no effort
Nigga