Money Man – 24 Lyrics

Burnin’ on [?]
R.I.P Kobe Bryant
R.I.P 24
I can make a cool 50k in less than 24 hours
Ridin’ with the pack through 10 seat miles
VPN socks and atleast 3 routers
I’m thuggin’ through it I don’t need no counter
Had to recess take the lil bit off my neck I’m drownin’
I got oil I got hemp I wax I got flowers
Burnin’ on pre roll finna go up to Pluto
Drippin’ real hard when I’m hoppin’ out the two door
I just met a Psychedelic plug named Hugo
30 laptops in my muf**kin’ condo
White collar dollars nigga ballin’ like Lonzo
These niggas overated like Joe Flaco
Feelin’ like Jim Jones nigga I’m a [?]
I’ma [?] Feelin’ like a pot smoker
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Fallin’ like [?] and the pack get sent back
Ballin’ like energy I’ma push a nigga shit back
[?]
[?]
[?] nigga get kidnapped
[?]
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My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the [?] with the perfect technique
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I ain’t time in the day for my females be mad at me
Anagram racks I be runnin’ it up rapidly
She know I’m vicious I’m f**kin’ her savagely
She know I get racks she know my mentality

Foo Fighters – La Dee Da lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look out ’cause you know what you’re doing
Turn up the American ruse
Whitehouse, Death in June
Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom
You don’t know this, La Dee Da
You don’t own this, how bizarre
Keep your pretty promise to yourself

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you know this, La Dee Da?
Got me goin’, how bizarre
Keep your pretty promise to yourself
Dear god

[Chorus]
Hate!
If I want to
Love!
Who I like
Hate!
If I want to
Psychic Television and Death in June
Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom
Hate!
If I want to
Hate!

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t shame me, La Dee Da
Give or take me, how bizzarre
Keep your pretty promise to yourself
Keep your pretty promise to yourself
Dear god

[Chorus]
Hate!
If I want to
Love!
Who I like
Hate!
If I want to
Psychic Television and Death in June
Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom

Hate!
If I want to
Hate!
If I want to
Love!
Who I like
Hate!
If I want to
Psychic Television and Death in June
Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom
Hate!
If I want to
Keep your pretty crosses to yourself

Terror Jr – Death Wish (Bop City 2: Terrorising Album)

[Verse 1]
You change me like hair dye
Then you leave me like a hair tie
I’m pullin’ up, no jump shot
I’m in your mouth like a cumshot

[Pre-Hook]
So swallow that cigarette and follow my silhouette
And maybe you can be my last kiss
Fuck a Romeo, but tonight you can be my Juliet
You can be my Juliet, you can be my Juliet
You can be my Juliet, you can be my Juliet

[Hook]
But baby, I can be your death wish
Are you ready to die?

[Verse 2]
You change me like hair dye
Then you leave me like a hair tie
I’m Jim Jones in your Kool-Aid
We ball together like 2K

[Pre-Hook]
So swallow that cigarette and follow my silhouette
And maybe you can be my last kiss
Fuck a Romeo, but tonight you can be my Juliet
You can be my Juliet, you can be my Juliet
You can be my Juliet, you can be my Juliet

[Hook]
But baby, I can be your death wish
Baby, I can be your death wish
Are you ready to die?

[Bridge]
I feel this cocaine is comin’ down
I probably should stop doin’ that shit
It really fucks my nose up
You’re like my leprechaun prostitute
I keep usin’ and usin’ you
And I’m runnin’ out of fairy dust
So swallow that cigarette and follow my silhouette
And maybe you can be my last kiss
Fuck a Romeo, but tonight you can be my Juliet

[Outro]
Are you ready to die?
Baby, I can be your
Are you ready to die?

Cam’ron – Dead Or Alive

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones

Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely
Little faggot motherfucker like (*Mike Lightly*)
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van real quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain’t pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike..
Like it’s coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence could be a casket
I’m beyond forensic, a menace wit’ a matic
I’ma leave ’em in the streets just splattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don’t matter
Bring ’em to me

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh

Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock to my name
Yo I’ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a block and cocaine, now it’s back to my block and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and fillin’ up them pots with cocaine
Then you chop it up, and bottle up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them diplomatic affairs, automatic’ll flare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I clutch ’em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff ’em
Fuck ’em, hop out the 6 and crush ’em
Hop in the 6 and dust ’em, BOOM

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz talkin’ shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin’ clips
You better let ’em know
I got girls that’ll buy my a quarter
Supply me wit’ water, beef come? Drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit’ they hommies..body your daughter
Turn your whole crew into +Dodgers+ like +Tommy Lasorda+
[Jim Jones]
Yeah, come on
So you faggots have that money in order
Jim’ll come through in wolves and let the hungry extort ya’
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the beretta’ll a fly
I’m breakin’ bread with my guys, we want ’em dead or alive
Dip Set BOOM

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Section Boyz – Be Like Man letras

[Hook: Inch]
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man

[Verse 1: Swift]
Man bang with that brap brap
Look ‘pon the goonsdem
Look ‘pon the gang
Watch that gyal look peng like pack
Look ‘pon the shoes can’t kick it with man
Pick up my zoot and pump on amn’
Quick flick out the tool and splash that man
Look how she takes out her boobs
And shake that back
Tracksuit man thought jeans was scratch
[Verse 2: Deepee]
Ugh, got drugs on us
Got drugs on us
Bare buds on the jaw
I’ll pass, don’t like your gyal she’s a fucking jar
But try come to the vid shakin’ her bums and tits
That’s drugs on us
Panties and bra
And heat for my family I’ll blast
Man’s so active I gotta throwback
Pick 2 dot dots, no mask
Had to work hard for the E-class
Shuttin’ work while I was in class
Shutdown shoobs, dance
You’re good but you sound like you listen to us
On your strip cause your mission ain’t passed
Pick up a brick then break it in parts

[Hook: Inch]
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man

[Verse 3: Sleeks]
They can never be man, no never
I was doin’ road with gang
You was sitttin’ down with gyal
I got loads of green in the T house
Room smelling like damn
I got a long coat with a bang bang, tryna smoke them man
I might skrr skrr on the 2 wheels or a blacked-out van
Pull up skrr run for your life
Niggas ain’t bangin’ they lyin’
Trapping ain’t dead
Still tryna break down pies
IPhone dead
But my line on trap trap trap all the time

[Verse 4: Littlez]
Ugh, they know that we run this
Got peng gyal, lowered they undies
On the road gotta dodge the undies
Got the trap jumpin’ like bungie
Lifestyle with the brodies
Man do bare jooks and ganjas
Man ah boy man like babies
Them man just moist like Pampers
From long time man ah been on tings
Had cats cued up in a long line
Roll with Kane in the fast-lane
But a tongue-gyal wan’ taste mine
Man ah watch man like widescreen
Blow in the red with a red beam
Jump out the van like the A-Team
Man can’t be like my team

[Verse 5 : Knine]
Feds at the door
Akh in the hallway with the boom boom
Tell a gyal jump on it and ride it ’til it boom boom
Pardon, see me with gang
Or in my Jim Jones like I’m from Harlem
Section season, hundred Spartans, hundred goons
Bury that rah-tah in the garden if it’s been used
We was low-lifes on the weekend, 4 ninas in the shoe box
You what? Free the gangdem out the big box
Rumble a T rocks, hoes down Gs up

[Hook: Inch]
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man

DJ SpinKing – Kitchen (feat. Don Q & Jim Jones) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
P. Stacks
DJ SpinKing baby, oh!

[Hook: Don Q]
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Spend some bands down in SoHo
I dropped a dime on a coat though
Just to go style on my old ho
And I show my faces where they don’t go
Them niggas gon’ panic I’m whipping the Phantom
That shit ’bout as big as a boat though
She calling me handsome
I think it’s the way that the piece dancing and the rope glow
We got the city put the house on it
Louis belt with the pouch on it
The bully I might just but they don’t know
They wanna know the amount tho
I told her lay on her stomach and I’ll throw them racks on your back just to count on it
I bought my momma a bag and it come out of Louis so I spent a pound on it
I got a cup full of red and I’m stuck off the meds
And I’m driving I’m highed up
I can not fuck with no feds yea they come for my head
And I’m ducking the line up
You never know where you’ll wind up
I pray they ain’t snatching my guys up
I’m drinking codeine out of wine cups
Pour a nine up till my eyes shut

[Hook: Don Q]
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Foreign cars when we uptown
Private jets when we touch down
Bentley’s out bring the truck around
Got the bag don’t fuck around
Flood it up or I bust it down
What the fuck is up when I touch the town
Pack toast like it’s Bucktown
They shooting there better duck down
Fucker, it’s Jim Jones
Got ten phones
I spent half the day (and what?)
I got ten gone
House on the water, nigga might swim home
Hopping out the Wraith, with my Timbs on

[Hook: Don Q]
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4