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Little Simz – King Of Hearts (feat. Chip + Ghetts) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

[Hook: Little Simz]
Oh, finish starters all day
King of hearts, we don’t play
I will show no remorse
If you bring that traitor my way
If you’re crossing my land
Better understand you ain’t safe
King of hearts, we don’t play
King of hearts, we don’t play

[Verse 1: Chip]
Flow’s on thunder, man
Fuck it, light up a thunder pack
Took the CH off Chip and I put it on Alice
Hit the chalice, now I’m in wonderland
Life’s just a gamble, darg
52 deck of cards, I’m the king of hearts
Two bars, I could start the party
24, I could done your dance
So wah da bumba ras?
These bars off to a crazy start, mm
Mad with it, yeah, I’m crazy, darg, mm
Why you mad? I’m just playin’ my part, mm
Switch numbers on niggas, they be gettin’, no dial
They know a nigga goes in when I zones out
You want a verse? Sorry, no reception
But you know I got Simz like a mobile
I get gassy and boundaries brake
That’s why we break the rules in the game
Know yourself, know your place
Know your history, stay in your lane (likkle man)
Live by old school code from day
Don’t fuck with everybody ‘cuh that’s how you get AIDS (mad ting)
You see an MC, I see a hoe
I done took off more heads than Henry the Eighth

[Verse 2: Little Simz]
I done took off all heads, have ’em served on a plate
When you address me, its your grace or I can have you meet your grave
I see you wanna be on a shy ting
Ducking and diving, come out of hiding and show your face
I had to call upon the greats to off niggas in a heartbeat
Hardly, even begun a proceedings of the party
They say "how this girl be running shit? Nah it can’t be"
Nobody here can control or demand me
Off niggas then holiday in Bali
I been building and now look what I made
Ain’t it amazing and now niggas wanna invade
Are you ‘dey craze?
Pardon me, can’t be chiefed
Young but a part of me’s older
See, had a milli’ on my mind since Tha Carter III
Kill ’em but remain kind, where my heart should be
What

[Hook: Little Simz]
Oh, finish starters all day
King of hearts, we don’t play
I will show no remorse
If you bring that traitor my way
If you’re crossing my land
Better understand you ain’t safe
King of hearts, we don’t play
King of hearts, we don’t play

[Bridge: Little Simz]
Ooh, look at me go
Everything stops when you look at me go
Old rappers need to quit talk about legacy
I don’t give a fuck about what he or she sold
Switch, might just bag your bitch
Got bodies in bags and shit
Better tread carefully and I mean that shit
You could, you could fuck around and get smoked, woah

[Verse 3: Ghetts]
I am not to be played with
Bully in any playground that I played in
Eat MCs, knife, fork and plate ’em
You don’t wanna know what I’m contemplatin’
Kill ’em all
Direct or subliminal
Over there is where?
I direct my subliminals
Who should I send for?
I ain’t gotta say no name
I am so descriptive with it
The fans and critics all know who it’s meant for
Kill a student and his mentor
I said peace but I meant war
I said sweet but I meant corn
I said ski but I meant board
You MCs never went school
Basic brains on empty, this is petrol
Nah, this is jet fuel
Nah, this is Ghetts’ fuel
Nah, this is mental
Where’s the Magnum? It’s essential
You’re alright, potential
I’m sure tonight will be eventful
But stay away with your morning breath, it’s menthol

[Hook: Little Simz]
Oh, finish starters all day
King of hearts, we don’t play
I will show no remorse
If you bring that traitor my way
If you’re crossing my land
Better understand you ain’t safe
King of hearts, we don’t play
King of hearts, we don’t play

[Bridge: Little Simz]
Ooh, look at me go
Everything stops when you look at me go
Old rappers need to quit talk about legacy
I don’t give a fuck about what he or she sold
Switch, might just bag your bitch
Got bodies in bags and shit
Better tread carefully and I mean that shit
You could, you could fuck around and get smoked, woah

Little Simz – Bad To The Bone (feat. Bibi Bourelly) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

[Refrain: Bibi Bourelly]
Simmer down, simmer down
Give me cake, give me loud
Give me more, give me dope
Give me now, give me now
Got a boy from the Southside
Or should I say he got me
Man a nigga got me

[Hook: Little Simz]
Bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known

[Verse 1: Bibi Bourelly]
Three-one-two, zero-three-zero
We the in the three-two-three
Cali life, hot
Short shorts, you can touch what you see
He ain’t never met a chick chick that can pen like me
I ain’t never met a man that can do me right like him
He call me foreign cause I’m overseas
Take that nigga overseas
Cali life
Short shorts, you can touch what you see

[Verse 2: Little Simz]
Been hot from ’06
Doing bout 100 on the A406
Who you came here for, oh shit
Not them
Playing with fire might get you burned, be too late ‘fore you notice
Been the truth, and you should already know this
Rabbit holes never been for the slow kids
I was one of them at one point, real shit
Oh man, look at my stance, confidence high when they criticise my art
Ah nah boy, you don’t wanna be in my heart
Ah nah shit’s cold sometimes
I have to remind niggas fuck I are
Who the fuck I are
Info sometimes, it’s needed so niggas know how to play they part
We can take it there but it may be way too dark

[Hook: Little Simz]
Bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known

[Verse 3: Little Simz]
N5, tomfoolery ain’t what it ends like
Got a boy straight from the N side, he on the low sometimes
Got the gas, he wanna, bill it wanna blow sometimes
Wanna kick it when I’m all alone sometimes
Boy your company is all I know sometimes, but I just want to be here on my own sometimes
Ah, don’t get offended I’ma phone sometime
Might hit you up at a dumb time, you should know what’s up
I’m a busy girl
Keep it on the low, none of that kissing and tell shit
I’m open and selfless
Come on

[Refrain: Bibi Bourelly]
Simmer down, simmer down
Give me cake, give me loud
Give me more, give me dope
Give me now, give me now
Got a boy from the Southside
Or should I say he got me
Man a nigga got me

[Verse: 4 Little Simz]
Plus four-four
Three-three, straight to the five-o-six
On the flight high, tired as shit
Plane lands and I’m out quick
He ain’ never met a chick, chick on some real G shit
I ain’t never met a man that can do me quite like him

[Hook: Little Simz]
He can tell I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m bad to the, bad to the bone
Man that’s all I’ve ever known
You can tell that I’m

Little Simz – Poison Ivy (feat. Tilla) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

[Verse 1: Little Simz]
This is toxic I know
We ain’t doing ourselves any good
We ain’t doing ourselves any favours
We’ll forever be I wish we could
I’ll forever be misunderstood
This is toxic I know
Cut it off from now, man I should
Tell you that I’m out, man I should
Got me so attached and I hate it
Something on your chest, you should say it
Don’t you know there’s rules to the game
Better learn the game ‘fore you play it

[Pre-Hook: Little Simz]
This is toxic I know
But I’m on the edge, don’t push me now
Don’t let me down

[Hook: Tilla]
You’re bad for me
Poison Ivy
All I ask is from you
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
But you, let me go, let me down

[Verse 2:Little Simz]
Maybe this is all in my in my head
Now I got your thoughts in my head
Tryna’ give you mine though instead
Don’t be so indecisive oh he said
Go with the flow and vibe is what he said
Be gentle with my heart is yeah I say
Then we fuss and fight oh we bled
Don’t be so insecure, oh he says
I’ll be yours for sure, oh he says
Make me a better person I will say
In your eyes all I see is red

[Pre-Hook: Little Simz]
This is toxic I know
But I’m on the edge, don’t push me now
But don’t let me down

[Hook: Tilla]
You’re bad for me
Poison Ivy
All I ask is from you
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
Won’t you

[Verse 3: Little Simz]
Got me up and down and you know it’s long
I can always tell when there’s something wrong
Ain’t no telling what dimension you are from
We will never know if you and I belong
Got me hella weak, I can barely speak
I need a release, can I hit the bong
Ain’t no telling what dimension you are from
We will never know if you and I belong

[Hook: Tilla]
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
Show me love, show me now
But you, let me go, let me down

Little Simz – Low Tides (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

[Verse 1]
The pinnacle of what we can get to
Is the thing that’s gonna test you
Make you best move
Cool [?] to the rescue
You can save yourself
God bless you
Imma always be a woman in my heart
I’m the type to pull it together not apart
Ready to keep it pushing when the engine starts
They switch every other day got me chasing
Now I [?] a dream and a [?]
You can never be basic
Had to be the [?] get you face with
Who I came with
Space ay spaced out in the space station
Ain’t nothing changed
Now they want a piece of the pie
So listen when I came in the game
This [?]
None of the weak shit
[?]

Say your time is up
And you’re feeling low
And you drink too much
The the cycle goes on

Do you even wanna be here
Don’t pretend that you can’t see
I don’t evee wanna be here
Hope that you remember me

[Verse 2]
We love harder in the struggle
But gotta make it out, make it out
Before this shit lands me in trouble
Why we living in a bubble
Women are trying to get the diamond ring from a man
There’s a bigger plan
Figure it out while you can
Bow my head and pray they understand
Give every last of my being to the fans
Boy [?] to the man
And I’ve grown up
Know now, I’m alert you see
Oh boy would you love for me
When you meet the one don’t treat any worse that me
I’m not perfect no, I’ve made mistakes
But don’t lie to my face
Though the truth hurts, I’ll be okay
Be ruthless, that ain’t no way
Yo give me that, give me that

Say your time is up
And you’re feeling low
And you drink too much
The the cycle goes on

Do you even wanna be here
Don’t pretend that you can’t see
I don’t evee wanna be here
Hope that you remember me

[Hook]
Tide low
And the mind’s blowing
Tryna find the right way on this ride home
Shit I might know
But who decides though
Should have known that this more than suicidal

Tide low
And the mind’s blowing
Tryna find the right way on this ride home
Shit I might know
But who decides though
Should have known that this more than suicidal

Say your time is up
And you’re feeling low
And you drink too much
The the cycle goes on

Do you even wanna be here
Don’t pretend that you can’t see
I don’t evee wanna be here
Hope that you remember me

[Hook]
Tide low
And the mind’s blowing
Tryna find the right way on this ride home
Shit I might know
But who decides though
Should have known that this more than suicidal

Little Simz – No More Wonderland (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I don’t want to be in this wonderland

[Verse 1]
Keep it moving when I say so
Do you even know your way home
The cops and the heavens [?]
Well I see you now but they don’t
Keep it trill by any means
See some shit you never see
White rabbits are everywhere
[?] come follow me
See this world, it isn’t real
Swear I saw my [?] drink
Swear[?] fake shit
I’m used to being deceived
Look at me now

[Pre-Hook]
I don’t want to be lonely
We [?] lonely

[Hook]
I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I don’t want to be in this wonderland no more

[Verse 2]
Have you proven to have faith [?]
Am I in a different space zone?
Running away, would die with Trey Song
Maybe I should just embrace [?]
Keep it true, no time for false
Keep it living, keep the post
True I’ve always kept it true
True I’ve always had the sauce
Getting tiring you know
Now my family need me home
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
No where to go
All I know is

[Pre-Hook]
I don’t want to be lonely
We [?] lonely

[Hook]
I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I don’t want to be in this wonderland no more

Keep it moving when I say so
Do you even know your way home
Look out to the heavens and pray ohh
Well I see you now but they don’t

[Outro]
I don’t want to be in this wonderland
I can’t afford to be here no more
It’s not real it’s figment of my imagination
It’s all pretty here and everything is lovely
But real shit is happening and my people need me
And therefore, I’m out

YFN Lucci – Key To The Streets (June James Genius Mix) (feat. 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Quavo) (Key To The Streets (Keychain Pack) EP)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I got the keys to the Wraith
Inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a meal with no plate
I take myself out on dates, uh uh
I got the key to the mansion
Ho call my phone, I don’t answer
I fuck a bitch on a Banshee
My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh
I got the key to the Maybach
I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got a .38 special
It got black tape ’round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe
That’s a Buscemi pattern, yeah
Rest in peace Johnny, man
He had more keys than Khaled, yeah
All of my flows is violent, all of my hoes is solid
All of my hoes is naughty
When they expose their body, they got a pole beside it
Don’t need no clothes beside it
All of my hoes excited
If you got gas then light it
Got you a case? Then fight it
Empty the safe deposit, uh uh

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
We got key, we got key, we got key, nigga
Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him
When it’s extra on, it ain’t guaranteed, nigga
I put some extra on it, can’t believe I sold it
I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that
Lookin’ at my ankle, I’m like, where the love at?
I’ve been juggin’ since a fuckin’ rugrat
You probably was a rat, snitch
I’ve been closin’ deals way before the rap
Bakin’ soda wrapped, try and get a bigger ‘mount
Niggas lyin’, told my kid can’t even get around
Niggas lyin’, talkin’ ’bout kid keep tryin’, don’t make a sound
I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag
I had no idea that shit was 30 bands
Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal
Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels
I got the key to the streets on my key chain
Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name
And these hoes the same
We were supposed to change since Dr. King
We shall overcome, we never overcame
I take over the game, and if you think it’s a game
Then it’s all about the final score of the game
I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the ‘caine
Now we fuck more, gave my daughter the game
Niggas all the same
And I done broke every heart but yours
I just pulled off from the gun store
And the Azure was something that’ll make you tuck yours
I got the keys to the streets
But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door
Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it
Now she lookin’ at it, now she lookin’ at me
Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin’
Now she lookin’ khaki
I’m lookin’ for it, purple Activ’
I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri
In Cuba with my nigga Dirty Harry
Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters
Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy
I’ma take a power nap
Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap
Plus I’m on so much shit
My insides feelin’ like a lava lamp
Anybody trip, collar flap
You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

YFN Lucci – Key To The Streets (feat. Migos & Trouble) (Novel Dance Trap Mix) (Key To The Streets (Keychain Pack) EP)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I got the keys to the Wraith
Inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a meal with no plate
I take myself out on dates, uh uh
I got the key to the mansion
Ho call my phone, I don’t answer
I fuck a bitch on a Banshee
My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh
I got the key to the Maybach
I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got a .38 special
It got black tape ’round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe
That’s a Buscemi pattern, yeah
Rest in peace Johnny, man
He had more keys than Khaled, yeah
All of my flows is violent, all of my hoes is solid
All of my hoes is naughty
When they expose their body, they got a pole beside it
Don’t need no clothes beside it
All of my hoes excited
If you got gas then light it
Got you a case? Then fight it
Empty the safe deposit, uh uh

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
We got key, we got key, we got key, nigga
Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him
When it’s extra on, it ain’t guaranteed, nigga
I put some extra on it, can’t believe I sold it
I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that
Lookin’ at my ankle, I’m like, where the love at?
I’ve been juggin’ since a fuckin’ rugrat
You probably was a rat, snitch
I’ve been closin’ deals way before the rap
Bakin’ soda wrapped, try and get a bigger ‘mount
Niggas lyin’, told my kid can’t even get around
Niggas lyin’, talkin’ ’bout kid keep tryin’, don’t make a sound
I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag
I had no idea that shit was 30 bands
Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal
Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels
I got the key to the streets on my key chain
Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name
And these hoes the same
We were supposed to change since Dr. King
We shall overcome, we never overcame
I take over the game, and if you think it’s a game
Then it’s all about the final score of the game
I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the ‘caine
Now we fuck more, gave my daughter the game
Niggas all the same
And I done broke every heart but yours
I just pulled off from the gun store
And the Azure was something that’ll make you tuck yours
I got the keys to the streets
But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door
Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it
Now she lookin’ at it, now she lookin’ at me
Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin’
Now she lookin’ khaki
I’m lookin’ for it, purple Activ’
I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri
In Cuba with my nigga Dirty Harry
Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters
Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy
I’ma take a power nap
Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap
Plus I’m on so much shit
My insides feelin’ like a lava lamp
Anybody trip, collar flap
You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

YFN Lucci – Key To The Streets (feat. Migos & Trouble) (Mojaz Mix) (Key To The Streets (Keychain Pack) EP)

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Young nigga from the north
Got my eye on the streets like a hawk
Wrap ‘em, put ‘em on a boat
Boy you better not choke
If you ain’t know, I run the north
We got the key to the streets
Everybody notice me
Used to dream about 50 thousand in my jeans
Now 50 thousand cheap to me
Remember the days watching the Hot Boys and Master P
Now I’m down in Miami, one phone call, I pull up on Weezy
All of my niggas with me, you feel me
Straps on everybody in the building
All of niggas came from dealing
Or either they kicking in doors and stealing
I feel like I’m not having no feelings
Before the fame, seen quarter million
Came from robbing pizza man at the top of apartment buildings

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I’m from the dirty, we play dirty
All these sticks they dirty
We don’t fight, get murdered
If my niggas say fuck you then I’m sorry for you
If my niggas ain’t fucking, then get out ho, hurry
Real trapper never seen a drought, we gon’ ship ‘em out
Any problem, we gon’ air ‘em out
What they talking ‘bout?
We don’t count we weigh it now
No we ain’t servin’ no ounce
We sip purple, we ain’t never out
We ain’t never out
Hit up Quavo, we gon’ need another bando
I’ma flood that bitch with more keys than a piano
All these bitches say they love me, I’m so handsome
Yeah they know ‘bout Lucci go and ask ’em, they gon tell ya

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 3: Takeoff & Trouble]
I got the key to the streets my nigga
Just like Dr. Dre, he got the beats
I come straight up out of 1500
That’s the block, my niggas over easy
Double cup but no ice tea
Pour me a four before I go to sleep
Fuck around and landed in the hospital
Geekin’ off the Henn and the lean
(Takeoff!)
(Sup Skoob!)
(Go head, take off)
24/7, no day off, balling like we in the playoffs
20 bitches at the playhouse
You quick to freeze up when that K out
If that bitch ain’t tryna fuck I kick her out the house
Like Martin, lil bitty bitch stay out
They like to whoop me ’til them Ks out
Get to looking for some ways out
You niggas ain’t workin’, you’re laid off
Choppa decapitate him, blow his face off
Won’t get it ‘til these niggas laid out
Assassinating, knock him off like I’m Adolf
Been getting money, 19 with a 650
Nut seen me stunting B.I.P Blood

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

YFN Lucci – Key To The Streets (Remix) (feat. 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Quavo) (Key To The Streets (Keychain Pack) EP)

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Young nigga from the north
Got my eye on the streets like a hawk
Wrap ‘em, put ‘em on a boat
Boy you better not choke
If you ain’t know, I run the north
We got the key to the streets
Everybody notice me
Used to dream about 50 thousand in my jeans
Now 50 thousand cheap to me
Remember the days watching the Hot Boys and Master P
Now I’m down in Miami, one phone call, I pull up on Weezy
All of my niggas with me, you feel me
Straps on everybody in the building
All of niggas came from dealing
Or either they kicking in doors and stealing
I feel like I’m not having no feelings
Before the fame, seen quarter million
Came from robbing pizza man at the top of apartment buildings

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I’m from the dirty, we play dirty
All these sticks they dirty
We don’t fight, get murdered
If my niggas say fuck you then I’m sorry for you
If my niggas ain’t fucking, then get out ho, hurry
Real trapper never seen a drought, we gon’ ship ‘em out
Any problem, we gon’ air ‘em out
What they talking ‘bout?
We don’t count we weigh it now
No we ain’t servin’ no ounce
We sip purple, we ain’t never out
We ain’t never out
Hit up Quavo, we gon’ need another bando
I’ma flood that bitch with more keys than a piano
All these bitches say they love me, I’m so handsome
Yeah they know ‘bout Lucci go and ask ’em, they gon tell ya

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 3: Takeoff & Trouble]
I got the key to the streets my nigga
Just like Dr. Dre, he got the beats
I come straight up out of 1500
That’s the block, my niggas over easy
Double cup but no ice tea
Pour me a four before I go to sleep
Fuck around and landed in the hospital
Geekin’ off the Henn and the lean
(Takeoff!)
(Sup Skoob!)
(Go head, take off)
24/7, no day off, balling like we in the playoffs
20 bitches at the playhouse
You quick to freeze up when that K out
If that bitch ain’t tryna fuck I kick her out the house
Like Martin, lil bitty bitch stay out
They like to whoop me ’til them Ks out
Get to looking for some ways out
You niggas ain’t workin’, you’re laid off
Choppa decapitate him, blow his face off
Won’t get it ‘til these niggas laid out
Assassinating, knock him off like I’m Adolf
Been getting money, 19 with a 650
Nut seen me stunting B.I.P Blood

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

YFN Lucci – Key To The Streets (feat. Migos & Trouble) (Key To The Streets (Keychain Pack) EP)

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Young nigga from the north
Got my eye on the streets like a hawk
Wrap ‘em, put ‘em on a boat
Boy you better not choke
If you ain’t know, I run the north
We got the key to the streets
Everybody notice me
Used to dream about 50 thousand in my jeans
Now 50 thousand cheap to me
Remember the days watching the Hot Boys and Master P
Now I’m down in Miami, one phone call, I pull up on Weezy
All of my niggas with me, you feel me
Straps on everybody in the building
All of niggas came from dealing
Or either they kicking in doors and stealing
I feel like I’m not having no feelings
Before the fame, seen quarter million
Came from robbing pizza man at the top of apartment buildings

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I’m from the dirty, we play dirty
All these sticks they dirty
We don’t fight, get murdered
If my niggas say fuck you then I’m sorry for you
If my niggas ain’t fucking, then get out ho, hurry
Real trapper never seen a drought, we gon’ ship ‘em out
Any problem, we gon’ air ‘em out
What they talking ‘bout?
We don’t count we weigh it now
No we ain’t servin’ no ounce
We sip purple, we ain’t never out
We ain’t never out
Hit up Quavo, we gon’ need another bando
I’ma flood that bitch with more keys than a piano
All these bitches say they love me, I’m so handsome
Yeah they know ‘bout Lucci go and ask ’em, they gon tell ya

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 3: Takeoff & Trouble]
I got the key to the streets my nigga
Just like Dr. Dre, he got the beats
I come straight up out of 1500
That’s the block, my niggas over easy
Double cup but no ice tea
Pour me a four before I go to sleep
Fuck around and landed in the hospital
Geekin’ off the Henn and the lean
(Takeoff!)
(Sup Skoob!)
(Go head, take off)
24/7, no day off, balling like we in the playoffs
20 bitches at the playhouse
You quick to freeze up when that K out
If that bitch ain’t tryna fuck I kick her out the house
Like Martin, lil bitty bitch stay out
They like to whoop me ’til them Ks out
Get to looking for some ways out
You niggas ain’t workin’, you’re laid off
Choppa decapitate him, blow his face off
Won’t get it ‘til these niggas laid out
Assassinating, knock him off like I’m Adolf
Been getting money, 19 with a 650
Nut seen me stunting B.I.P Blood

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

The Lox – Omen (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Intro]
The omen

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Should I let it ride or make a nigga die
Let him see his kids or let his soul fly
In the project lobby I ain’t feeling Godly
Put some coke on the floor make it like a robbery
Manslaughters for my thoughts alone need holy water
Scenes from law & order
I’m just saying I got to get it, that money my niggas with it
My killers will get aquitted with masks on
Hope you got a couple dollars you can pass on
You know them D-Block boys getting they blast on
I can pull up DOLO and you know it’s a omen
Middle of the street and get it on like a Roman
Pray for me

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Pray for me (let us pray)
When I die what will the angels say for me
Send me to hell probably give a K to me
To kill the devil they know I got a way with me
What you know is first is evil is evil I need to
I’m dirty like a dopehead needle
But one eighty negatives repetitive
Crack your chest and your cranium nigga wicked like Damien
The Omen, wolf omen
More like a lichen, all my niggas is triflin
Pop a cop; nigga fuck an indictment
Ill, I can reach to the sky and grab lightning

[Interlude]
Bow our heads
Let us pray

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I’m a king from the underground
A lot of bad things happen when I come around
Yeah six six six is my number now
Scary part of it is I ain’t gotta gun em down, nah
Insane mind set the Bible and the flag on fire at the same time
Main arteries when it’s game time
Satan’s offspring, yeah I claim mine
Crazy how I could think about it and will it
Look at something and kill it, bloodshed is the illest
Corpse that you ran through, cross on the mantle
Sit Indian style in a circle of candles

The Lox – Stupid Questions (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Interviewer 1]
Uh.. Uh.. Ex.. Uh.. Ex.. Excuse me, guys!
The Lox! Lox! Lox!
Excuse me! Alright.. Excuse me! Excuse me, Sheek! Stylez! Stylez! Jada!

[Sheek]
Oh my god, What!?

[Stylez P]
Yo!

[Jadakiss]
Yeah, what’s up?

[Interviewer 1]
What about Benzino?
Are you guys safe in Boston?
I heard he has a lot of Love and Hip Hop fans

[Stylez P]
Who?

[Sheek]
Go ahead, P, answer that shit

[Jadakiss]
Ask Mona Scott!

[Stylez P]
Fuck you mean, are we safe in Boston?

[Jadakiss]
We safe everywhere, nigga!

[Stylez P]
Are you fuckin’ safe right now? Fuck you up!

[Jadakiss]
That’s why I hate doing these stupid ass interviews

[Interview 1]
Uh, Beanie Sigel, Freeway.. Uh.. Philadelphia is very dangerous
How do you guys feel about that?

[Sheek]
Yes, homie, yes, we fucks with Philly

[Stylez P]
I’m fuckin’ very dangerous!

[Jadakiss]
The bol over here drawling
This nigga dick eatin’
I thought it was an interview; this nigga dick eatin’

[Interviewer 2]
Guys, Guys, Guys!
Over here, over here!
What’s up with you and Puff?
Are you guys still cool?
Is there any beef?

[Sheek]
Ah, man
Aye, listen, man!

[Stylez P]
Are you fuckin’ serious, like, yo!?
We just got off fuckin’ tour!

Jadakiss
We just got on tour!
We just got off tour, dick head!
Didn’t you hear Money Making Mitch, ass hole?

[Stylez P]
Yo, use a dumb, bitch
Ay, yo! Get the fuck outta here

[Jadakiss]
Where the fuck you been the last sixty days, you stupid bitch!

[Stylez P]
What the fuck, yo!?

[Interviewer 2]
I saw 50 the other day and he said y’all were still cool
Is that true? I mean, what do you, what do you have to say? Do you have any comments about that?

[Jadakiss]
Man, he on the tenth series of Power
That shit was a little bit after the Fresh Fest
What’s wrong with you, lady?

[Interviewer 2]
One more question! One more question!
Is it true? Is it true? Is one of y’all fuckin’ Amber?
Which one? Who?

[Sheek]
Listen, man
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ no Amber
Listen, baby
After this, me and you gone fuck
You cool?

[Interviewer 2]
Okay, okay, okay

[Sheek]
Okay, baby

[Interviewer 2]
Okay, one more question, guys
This is serious, please
Do you guys.. I.. you gotta tell me
Do you guys get really really high?
Do you guys do percs, lean, third party drugs

[Jadakiss]
Definitely!

[Sheek]
You outta pocket

[Jadakiss]
Third party?

[Interviewer 2]
Are you guys apart of the illuminate?
Everybody wants to know
These are things people want to know
Come on

[Jadakiss]
Bitch, is you crazy?

[Stylez P]
Ay, yo, get the fuck outta here, you stupid ass bitch!

[Sheek]
Oh my god, man

[Interviewer 3]
Hold up, bitch!
It’s my turn

[Sheek]
Him over there
Next question

[Interviewer 3]
Now, Sheek, where were you at?
Jenny From the Block
All of these hit songs
We need to know, where was you at?

[Sheek]
Listen, I told you I ain’t have no plans on getting on nothing else
Stylez and Kiss was killing shit out there, man
But, yo, straight up, I’ll fuck you up, though
Yo, yo, you hear me?

[Interviewer 3]
Right, right, right right right
Right right right
Aight, alright

[Sheek]
Real talk, nigga

[Interviewer 1]
Y’all from Yonkers, right?

[Jadakiss]
Duh!

[Interviewer 1]
How was it growing up with DMX?

[Jadakiss]
How was it growing up with your mother?

[Interviewer 1]
Did y’all like Mary in that Hillary commercial
I didn’t like that shit

[Stylez P]
You better chill before you get fucked up

[Jadakiss]
Word

[Sheek]
Kristy, keep this shoot moving, man

[Interviewer 1]
I fucked up
I know
That’s on me
I fucked up at the end

[The Lox]
Next question! Next question! Next question!

The Lox – What Else You Need To Know (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where that you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Puff played me the Benjamins I thought it was wack
Wrote a verse, next day I bought New York back
I was cool with that LOX shit, no solo plans
That’s why every song you heard was just my mans
I miss J-Lo, John Blaze, a whole lotta dough
I was with Whitney on projects, what else you need to know
Moms died from cancer, I felt like stopping
Still a couple of rap niggas that I feel like poppin’
Wasted a lot of money on the shit that I bought
Back then me and 50 would’ve Conan near fought
How they still spiting fire it’s killing them slow
‘Cause we loyal and y’all not, what else you need to know

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where that you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Went and got kilos with that Bad Boy advance
Me and ‘Zino was cool but I stabbed some of his mans
Trick Trick homies, almost cleaned my clock
Them Detroit niggas crazy, but I love that Ahk
Yeah, I came from the ghetto so I like shit rough
So I sorta spazzed out and threw that chair at puff
We had beef with the Roc, I was riding with the strap
Hov, Sigel, and Free could have all got clapped
But they was doing the same cause shit was like that
But these new niggas soft they don’t even fight back
But now I sell juice but I used to sell blow
Shot niggas, stabbed niggas but what else you need to know

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Before taking rap serious I had that work
Wrote a few songs for Diddy, yeah I got jerked
Just a young kid thinking that life ain’t fair
But I was mad cool with Biggie so I ain’t care
We was still selling blow, we ain’t like champagne
After that we did the ‘Let the LOX go’ campaign
That coulda went the wrong way, that woulda made that bad
Ruff Ryders, Jimmy Iovine paid that tab
Freestyles all the Clue tapes, we had that lock
Still hard for us to shine, X had that slot
Yeah, nigga the streets love us we still getting dough
Five kids, three baby mommas what else you need to know

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

The Lox – Move Forward (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Hook]
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Gun clap, stay strapped, this is Preemo rap
Guerilla guru, bullets through you
You wish voodoo on my career
That hard shit you hardly hear
Get out the car, make a drink, dump a cigar
Walk in your label like "fuck your A&R"
‘Cause he don’t know the meaning of dope
And he looking for a one-hit-wonder that’s cleaner than a bar of soap
This is LOX city grave to its ashes in the urn
Know the candles burn
I don’t mingle, I ain’t loving your single
I ain’t taking no Instagram pic, nigga, get off my dick
And I ain’t hating, I ain’t grumpy, I’m rich
Even chicks, if she ain’t real, fuck that bitch
The foundation, it’s like we never took a vacation
Being dope all these years around these squares
You know my team, drop that Preem

[Hook]
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
These niggas all allegedly nice
It’s a conspiracy ’cause some of them allegedly write
It ain’t on ’till it’s blood on the edge of your knife
It’s a fact that Montega taking money is better than white
I sold work, new niggas think it’s better to swipe
LOX, when it’s loyalty there’s never a price
Nah, your girl know, the world know
Bentley truck is the same color as Merlot
Know me, I evolve as the world go
One foot in, one foot out, I’m thorough though
It’s quite frightening in fact
Being in the booth, UFC fighting with the trap
The real old wolf and a viking to be exact
All you heard was thunder, lightning was in the back
You know my team, dawg, stop that
We ain’t gotta say too much, yo Preem, drop that

[Hook]
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Bathroom rap and classroom rap
Shitting on niggas and teach ’em they ain’t master rap
I blast the gat if hip hop is a lost cause
Lot of mumbling rappers, DJs with the aux cord
We have them four fools on four floors
Got 4x4s, flipped and got 4 more
We on that juice swings, yeah, the fourth store
Lighting a 400 a weave, thinking of 4 more
Tell ‘Kiss tell the other top 4 in the top 5
Me and Louch’ll knock your fucking jewels off
The old me would hit it with the sawed off
The new me is lighting weed and thinking about more tours
Old rappers, new rappers, fuck ’em all
I tell their baby mother to suck it off
You ain’t that nigga, you not that team
You either screaming "Preem, drop that" or "drop that, Preem"

[Hook]
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward
The L dot O dot X, dot at the end
Basically, I grind with the grimiest
Challenge my seed to break bread, move forward

The Lox – Savior (feat. Dyce Payne) (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Hook: Dyce Payne]
I figured I’d ride with you
Cruise up and ride with you
Smoke a little lye with you
If it’s alright with you
‘Cause we got big shit to talk about
(Talk about it)
Like how we gon’ make it out
(Make it out)
I think I got it all figured out
(Figured out)
‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot
Hallelujah savior

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
It’s my behavior with the razor make ’em call on a savior
All that p89 rubber grip with the lazer
If I’m riding I’m a gun hold nigga
Pretty quiet, but in a riot I’m strapped like "let’s go, nigga"
Easy peasy, young of that easy geazy
Mango madness, felt like I was sipping Weezy
Big shit to talk about
Mans in the bank before my son get married
Oh, I ain’t even gonna walk ’em out
Act funny, chalk ’em out we don’t play
Streetsweeper and a duffel bag wherever we stay
Had these niggas turning on each other, turning me gray
All money ain’t good money, we turn ’em away

[Hook: Dyce Payne]
I figured I’d ride with you
Cruise up and ride with you
Smoke a little lye with you
If it’s alright with you
‘Cause we got big shit to talk about
(Talk about it)
Like how we gon’ make it out
(Make it out)
I think I got it all figured out
(Figured out)
‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot
Hallelujah savior

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I figured out I’d ride with you
Smoke a little lye with you
I know you got the nine with you
I could get a nigga line with you
Blow out a nigga mind with you
It’s no talking to the swine with you
It’s G code to do the time with you
Why you think I’d do a crime with you?
If it’s fine with you
We got big shit to talk about, everybody get set straight
Yeah, I’m talking mansions, Europeans and jet planes
Pretty bitches by the pool daily
Gotta cruise with the tools ’cause these jewels worth a few milli

[Hook: Dyce Payne]
I figured I’d ride with you
Cruise up and ride with you
Smoke a little lye with you
If it’s alright with you
‘Cause we got big shit to talk about
(Talk about it)
Like how we gon’ make it out
(Make it out)
I think I got it all figured out
‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot
Hallelujah savior

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yeah, if one ride they all ride
All around the world with the family, no tour guide
I could line base with the family, no fluoride
It ain’t gon’ take you to dare me for y’all to all die
Yeah, they still loving the performance
Stash and accounts, all of it is enormous
Had to stay on point ’cause they wasn’t gonna warn us
Only 3-men group where all of them is the strongest
Hah, we got big shit to talk about
If you see the wine in the glass you know the cork is out
If you see the mink down to my ass you know the hawk is out
Soon as you hear the three letters you know New York is out

[Hook: Dyce Payne]
I figured I’d ride with you
Cruise up and ride with you
Smoke a little lye with you
If it’s alright with you
‘Cause we got big shit to talk about
(Talk about it)
Like how we gon’ make it out
(Make it out)
I think I got it all figured out
(Figured out)
‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot
Hallelujah savior

The Lox – Don’t You Cry (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I don’t care what your new shit did, I’m a god
You been on my dick since you was a kid
And I ain’t never fall off, I got greater
Took it as constructive criticism instead of calling you hater
After that I made more hits, made more knocks
While you was talking bout the LOX, I had the Range on your block
While you was sleeping on the floor, I was out on tour
Hittin’ the stage, getting head from some European whore
I’m like ‘please girl don’t you cry’
Momma said ‘trust nobody’ before she died
Count your money, grab your gun before you go outside
If you see me with that mask, bitch you better hide
What y’all niggas wanna do
We smack niggas and leave welts
Strip niggas for fake chains and fake belts
Please, girl don’t you cry

[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don’t you cry
Please, girl don’t you cry

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah, in the ranks they tryna move up
Right now in the game, sonically screwed up
Everybody bouncing or they boo’d up
I squeeze my shit ’til the handles chewed up
Straight insubordination, cocaine crusades, heroin off vacations
Black tape on a old shotty
My rap resume a wrap around your whole body
Legend is a understatement
Til they find your whole crew individually under basements
You just run your block, we run the nation
Pistols in the air, that’s gun inflation
If it ain’t David or Shawn, they under Jason
The ability to get it usually comes with patience
I got the G’s on my side, no women or kids so baby please don’t cry

[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don’t you cry
Please, girl don’t you cry

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Bringing the gun in the Devil’s den
Think about heaven in hell, laying his medicine
Deep in the [?], my brothers keeper, that’s evident
Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants
Takes a village to raise a child, grimey niggas to raise a foul
I was eating niggas food but none of it was for Halal
You don’t like me, you can get in the line leaving a pal
With a bunch of snake niggas that wasn’t even allowed
Stay high cause a serpent can never hide in the cloud
Please girl don’t you cry
I’m outside with my 9 and my .45
Papaya-colored Porsche won’t be puff smoke
Shoot the face of a cut throat
Now, I gotta hide in
Call my home in like please girl don’t you cry

[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don’t you cry
Please, girl don’t you cry

The Lox – Hard Life (feat. Mobb Deep) (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Smoking loud with the top down
Burner on me, nigga, come and get me right now
Dope fiends in the hallway
Little niggas’ll clap something in broad day
Rose gold, princess cut
Pretty face, little titties, big butt
Thugged out, she with me like "nigga what?"
Big chain on my b-boy
We walk in these niggas get p-noid
Gem star make a nigga face keloid
Our 16s’ll have your crew destroyed
LOX them niggas you wanna evoid

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 2: Styles P]
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn’t do that a rat nigga’ll kill me
24 karat gold handguns, mink seats in the coupe, yes
Rooftop party with the real gangstas, spiral stairs in my duplex
All high and I’m looking at my bitch, and my money like "what should we do next?"
Real nigga ’till I die, if I can’t be real I’d rather die, yeah, I choose death

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh, I’ll shove my gun down your mouth
Like what was all that woopty woop about?
Greed is good
I get all this dope shit, you wish you could
I’m in a financial district, I don’t do broke Uber
SUV, I send for your hoe
So these are iconic bars
When I bust your head you see all kinds of stars
To see your whole world turned black
What’s done is done, there ain’t not turning back

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 4: Havoc]
Tie your shoelace, you rap niggas tripping
Fall face first when the pound start spitting
Same old dirt, really ain’t no difference
Fuck about a Grammy, they salute me in the trenches
Fuck about y’all, got a give-a-fuck fetish
First nigga feel some kind of way I’mma lay
I could have a beef with the world, never dead it
Your son in deep shit, mama love better pray
With your broken-ass gun, shit, looking like relics
Fear so bad when we see him we can smell it
Room full of goons, lay back with my Ls lit
Son got bagged, real Gs never tell shit
Did 5 on his head and his mouth closed
Came home, hit him off, ball like Gauchos
D-Block, Mobb Deep
H-A-V-O make money in his sleep

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
Top down in the winter time
If you on the boom list then it’s dinner time
Horse head in your bed just so send a sign
This is dope right here, nigga, get in line
Yeah, I’ve been a don since Benneton
Before you let a man hit me on the intercom
I find out they did him wrong then I get ’em gone
They on the roof with the scopes, have ’em hit him long
Yeah, we bomb shit like the Pentagon
Where that money go, nigga, what you spend it on?
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

The Lox – Filthy America (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Intro: Courtroom Clerk]
Good morning, your honor
The first case is the United States versus Sean Jacobs
AKA Sheek Louch
AKA Silverback gorilla
AKA Donnie G
Our records indicate he’s being charged with an 848 and a 926C

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, your honor, listen
A father figure to a lot of these niggas, your honor
I learnt to swim with the sharks in a school of piranhas
Smoke marijauna, even bagged it up in pounds
I made money, packed guns, yeah, I held my grounds
Bullets ring, I don’t know how we made it this far
A skinny nigga too, I got up on the pull-up bar
Niggas dying over who fucked who
Some broke ass bitch with a fat ass made beef in ya crew
I went to see niggas in jail when I had nothing to do
I got a call to grab my burner when I was sick with the flu
I gave my soul to this music, hood love it, big labels abuse it
Honestly I’m still learning how to use it
I gave to charity, I flew niggas around for free
For my kids, think about that when you sentence me
Your honor

[Intro: Judge & *Courtroom Clerk*]
The verdict is in
We find Mr. Jacobs guilty
Sentenced to life
Send him to D Block, get him out my courtroom
*Our next case, your honor
United States versus David Style
AKA Ghost
AKA the Phantom
AKA Pinero
He’s being charged with an 848 and a 922G*
David Styles, do you have anything to say for yourself?

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Imma plead guilty
But before I do, your honor
You and the D suck a dick ’cause yo filthy
White America be killing Black America
Jail system slavery, how’s that America?
Drugs in the hood and you’re poisoning the food
School system suck and it’s hard to get a job
And poverty put niggas in a really bad mood
Call me a menace but I could’ve been a dentist
So I wish I had the pump at Donald Trump’s Apprentice
Bill was half black but middle finger to the Clinton
‘Cause niggas still lie, fuck that, yeah I’m venting
That’s my word, I’ve been frightened for a bird to catch a judge or a DA
Make them bite the curb and
And then remove their nerves or their bones or their ligaments
Tie ’em to the pipe and get a knife and start digging in
So, your honor, if you wanna hear my thoughts
Fuck you and the DA and this whole fucking court

[Intro: Judge & *Courtroom Clerk*]
We’ve come to the conclusion, the verdict is in
David Styles: guilty
You don’t have respect for humanity
You’re a menace to society
We sentence you to death row
Get him out my courtroom also
Get outta here
*Our next case, your honor, Is United States versus Jason Phillips
AKA Jadakiss
AKA Al-Qaeda Jada
AKA Top Five Dead or Alive
Being charged with an 848 and a 924C*
Jason Phillips, do you have anything you could possibly say for yourself?

[Verse 3: Jadakiss & *Judge*]
Your honor
I already paid my dues to society
Allegedly, I sold drugs, huge variety
Had to feed the ones I love, that’s a priority
No matter the verdict, they’ll forever be a part of me
You would much rather see me laying on the gurney
18 holes of golf and play with my attorney
The system is designed to burn me, not learn me
My arresting officer is related to Mark Fuhrman
Throw the noose up on the tree, that’s how they do here
I ain’t see a black nigga get acquitted that came through here
And I ain’t do fear
So all I ask the court is that they move me to a new jail, every two years
Either way you looking, it’ll finish
This is just a bunch of paragraphs in my mentions
*So what you want, forgiveness?*
Nah, I ain’t looking for forgiveness
All I give a fuck about is if the Yankees win the Pennant
Let’s get it

[Outro: Judge]
The verdict is in
We find Jason Phillips guilty
Sentenced to two life sentences with no possibility of parole
We’re going to make sure you never see the streets again, sir

The Lox – Secure The Bag (feat. Gucci Mane & Infa-Red) (Filthy America/ It’s Beautiful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce you to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half ‘fore I even ‘pose to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these super cops that’s out here tryna make they quota
As far as the pie, I need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a day
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way that I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, fuck out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses shit, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the niggas that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as shit but I’m an old head, who the fuck you talking to chump?
I got 10 bitches that’s bad, so tell ’em why you mad
You broke as fuck and you watching me, nigga that ain’t chasing no bag
Get on instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bitch cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never-ever-ever-ever-ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bitch, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that shit was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that shit was punted to me, Wop

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Bag coming, secure the shit
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest shit
That Medellin on some torah shit
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some shit
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon’ go hit Mexico
We gon’ get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on Meserole
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Niggas wild as Taliban, all my niggas blast scammers

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

Injury Reserve – Oh Shit!!! (Floss Album)

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack
This that eeny meeny miney mo
Might need some snap cash
Matter fact
Hit the liquor store might need some cash back
Grab some gum and some water
Yeah them chips yeah grab that
Watch your son and your daughter
Cause them pigs will snatch that
Cause they always try to box us in but we won’t have that
I’m a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
Remember when I had a composition in the backpack
Now we killing with the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that- this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack, wassup

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 2: Stepa J Groggs]
This the type shit I used to ride with Tegole in his Chevy to
’06, back when I supposed to graduate from school
Remember momma told me that I need to get my act together
10 years passed the only difference is I’m rapping better
Copped my own swishers
Shoulder-tapping for them bottles now
‘less I’m with my big brother
Chuckie used to hold it down
Now that shit is popping
Fake homies want to come around
And they say I changed
They just mad cause I’m stunting now
Got you like "Oh Shit!"
And this the type of beat that make me drink a whole fifth
And this is how we doin’
Word to the old fifth
And you know everything we drop
That’s some cold shit, cold shit, yeah
This ain’t jazz rap
This that this that Dad rap
This that fuck my nine to five I’m leaving
Never coming back
I’m too good at rap, jack
To get caught in rat traps
If your shit is mad whack
Homie you can have that, have that

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Outro: Ritchie with a T]
On and on and on
Play my favorite song
Make me dance all night
Baby, you do it right
Woah

Injury Reserve – Bad Boys 3 (Floss Album)

[Intro]
(I can’t live my, I, I can’t live my)
(I can’t live my, I, I can’t live my)
I can’t live my, I, I can’t live my
I can’t live my life this way)

[Verse 1: Steppa J. Groggs]
I went from niggas telling me I really shouldn’t rhyme
To dropping a classic album motherfuckers couldn’t find
Bad boy like Will and Martin in ’95
Bad boy, I’m Isiah Thomas in his prime
Yeah, you know it’s Mr. Lackadaisical
Corny motherfucker but my voice sounds amazing though
Shit y’all trying to do, we done done days ago
Chilling in the desert, but you can tell The Bay’s my home
Ya my name is Step and I probably need like twelve of those
Black Tee, A’s fitted, chinos and some shell toes
Been nice since I was wearing baggy ass girbauds
Use to rhyme my shit on The Bart headed to the ‘Sco
All this time passed, feeling better than before
Gone for a minute, falling off hell no
I’m telling y’all that’ll be the day that hell froze
Ya I’m telling y’all that’ll be the day that hell froze

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
Check it, yo, motherfuck the police
We the new Bad Boys, but that’s a different story
Groggsie might go he drinking 40 after 40
But if I’m goin out I hope I’m going like I’m Kobe
Wassup (yeah), man we look like rap Weezer
But you think it’s all hooks, bring back “Ether”
Stunting all season, got to floss often
Man I’m dressed like Carlton
I’m the black Ben Carson
Wassup, Jesus Christ had dreads so shake ’em
I ain’t got none cause I cut them off, that was dumb
I had to do it like fuck it
The white girls were always like, “Can I touch it?”
Wassup, oh shit, break your neck
This that Busta Bust ’02 chase a check
This that Belly shit, bald fade demand respect
Balotelli shit, I got it but couldn’t give two shits
I can skate on this
I stay on my p’s and q’s like I came from Fig
Got it down to the T cause my name’s legit
Killing it since Motorola Razors paper thin
Wassup

Injury Reserve – All This Money (Floss Album)

[Intro]
I said make them say

[Hook]
Oh my god!
I ain’t done shit, all my life
I’m about to spend four, ’bout five
I’m about to spend all this money
Oh my god!
I ain’t done shit, all my life
I’m about to spend four, ’bout five
I’m about to spend all this money

[Verse 1: Ritchie With a T]
Yeah, I’m about to break a whole check yeah
In my ‘Melo jersey, no gold, no beck yeah
I ain’t got much but I’ll make a nigga fresh yeah
We the indie Puffy spend the budget on the set Yeah
Yeah spend it all on the video, riding in the slingshot
Downtown pretty though
Tell me when to go
Just bumpin’ on the radio
Tell me when you’re going to the mall
I’m trying to spend it bro

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
Yeah, guess they right
Never should’ve gave ya’ll niggas money
Got fat ’cause there used to be nothing in my tummy
Got my foot up in the door and all my niggas coming
And Parker so smart that he got ya’ll all dummy
Was pretty bad before, now I’m just reckless
Apple Ciroc for dinner, lunch and breakfast
You know how it goes if you got it better spend it
And if you ain’t got it I suggest you go and get it

[Hook]
Oh my god!
I ain’t done shit, all my life
I’m about to spend four, ’bout five
I’m about to spend all this money
Oh my god!
I ain’t done shit, all my life
I’m about to spend four, ’bout five
I’m about to spend all this money

[Verse 3: Steppa J. Groggs]
Yeah pretty motherfucker
Better go and smile for the camera
Might stash a little
I ain’t going out like Hammer
Can’t spare to save my life
But getting money from my Grandma
The boy so charming, I get it from my grammar
Now I ain’t got a lot, but it’s more than a little bit
Same old Groggs I ain’t out here getting ignorant
But I’d be lying though if I said I’m not belligerent
I guess that’s just the life when you’re out here killing shit

[Verse 4: Ritchie With a T]
Yeah I’m out here killing shit
Massacre, killing shit
Maybe not a little bit
Okay not even a little bit
You get it? Yeah?
A little bit
Okay I’m sounding ignorant
Spent my last 50 cents out my fucking piggy bank
They ain’t got no veggies shit on the dollar menu man
Now a nigga hungry but my ‘fit is on Pootie Tang
Yep
Unruly man
‘Fit is on Pootie Tang
Graduated from Cooley man nigga gone do his thing
(I’m nice as fuck!)

[Hook]
Oh my god!
I ain’t done shit, all my life
I’m about to spend four, ’bout five
I’m about to spend all this money
Oh my god!
I ain’t done shit, all my life
I’m about to spend four, ’bout five
I’m about to spend all this money

[Outro: Ritchie With a T]
Ay man, let me tell you something man
I don’t care if you only got
$27 dollars in your paycheck
Go ahead, take your ass to H&M or Zara
Or something get you a couple of shirts
Just don’t get one of them motherfuckers
With the zippers on the side
I don’t even know who’s idea it was to put a zipper on the side
Like what… what you ‘gone?
I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying

Injury Reserve – S On Ya Chest (Floss Album)

[Verse 1: Ritchie with the T]
Ya Vic said he want that blue collar rap
Man how I’m suppose to bring blue collar back
I guess Groggs is Phonte, and I am early Ye
Cause I ain’t Big Pooh man that nigga lame, yo
Had that nappy headed nigga on they payroll
Had a s on his chest since the Muppets
I can’t wait until I can get to stunting
Get a Tesla and take it to West Coast Customs, it’s nothing
Me and my niggas get it jumping
They askin for a brotha at the door like Lauren London, in Frontin’
We been on we been on something
They just hella mad cause the kid been buzzing
What you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you wanna say it, but that ain’t right kid
This that Aquemini plus a Pisces
This that fuck you come and fight me
To your boss cause he just thinks you’re a nice kid
And could care less if your future was the brightest

[Bridge]
Ya what you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you want to say it, but that ain’t right kid
What you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you want to say it, but that ain’t right kid

[Hook]
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for rest, ya
Ya, and they like how I roll
Remember when a nigga was 5’9 with corn rolls
Now I need pink suits for the whole show
We need Groggs in all pink or all gold
Yah it’s time to floss
All these other dudes they ain’t down at all
Ever since a Motorola, I’ve been down to ball
I’ve been, I’ve been going no time to fall, I said
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for the rest, ya

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
Ready to tour the world I’m done with this local shit
If you got crazy bars then we the locoist
Stay with an A’s fitted like Coco Crisp
Ya I’m athletic even though I’m kind of husky
I got that bay game I still pull the girlies trust me
Fuck you, I’m a lady killer
Word to Green, Al or CeeLo
I’m just a common man out here trying to do it for the people
Looking at these rappers I don’t see too many equals
Stay drinking liquor cause it got me feeling good
Even though this nine-to-five got me mad stressed
Got me smoking more blacks than the hood
But really it’s nothing to me
No time for losses, all we do is see W’s, you like ‘What’s a W b?”
Since we’’re talking about dubs we’re the best on the west
Here to save the game with this s on my chest

[Hook]
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for rest, ya
Ya, and they like how I roll
Remember when a nigga was 5’9 with corn rolls
Now I need pink suits for the whole show
We need Groggs in all pink or all gold
Yah it’s time to floss
All these other dudes they ain’t down at all
Ever since a Motorola, I’ve been down to ball
I’ve been, I’ve been going no time to fall, I said
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for the rest, ya

[Outro]
Remember momma said you need to go ahead
And say it with a yeah yeah yeah
Now I need a vest just in case the pigs spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit we all need a vest just in case they spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But real niggas multiply, yup that’s the saying ain’t it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Riding around and the windows tinted
Yeah we’re breaking necks in the whip we spinning
Shit I’d break a neck in a Honda Civic
I be breaking necks dancing on Thanksgiving
This one makes me wish I never cut it
Had the naturals like my dad I’m stunting
In the backseat swang-
Remember momma said you need to go ahead
And say it with a yeah yeah yeah
Now I need a vest just in case the pigs spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit we all need a vest just in case they spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But real niggas multiply, yup that’s the saying ain’t it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Riding around and the windows tinted
Yeah we’re breaking necks in the whip we spinning
Shit I’d break a neck in a Honda Civic
I be breaking necks dancing on Thanksgiving
This one makes me wish I never cut it
Had the naturals like my dad I’m stunting
In the backseat swinging banging jumping
And the white girls like “Can I touch it?”

Injury Reserve – What’s Goodie (feat. Cakes Da Killa) (Floss Album)

[Hook:]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa]
Yo, let me talk my shit
From a college dorm to suite in Chile
Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie
To a Mac sponsor just to up my pretty
Fees is changing so I’m high sadity
Avoiding fake fuckers who claim they fucking with me
Dick riders trying to match my witty
Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky
All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy
Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky
Steady hating, what’s the ishy?
I’m the MVP so bitches cannot bench me
Groupies on me when I’m in they city
Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky
Feeling cocky, iced out the pinky
And if you kiss the don don’t leave no hickies
Yup

[Hook]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T & Steppa J. Groggs]
Yup, what’s goodie yo
Been the hottest round since a nigga ate Cheerios
Parker flipping shit like his ass Rey Mysterio
619! Ya that use to be the area code
Now a nigga been all around like a Mary-go
Turn this shit loud if you hear it on the stereo
A nigga about to go Jose Canseco
Ya a nigga about to go Jose, shit’s scary yo
Remember when they were like “Oh shit you on the radio!”
Now these niggas like “Oh Groggs? That nigga’s very old”
We be like, “Chill out nigga hear me out”
You just mad there’s only 10 likes on your video
But there’s like 20 niggas standing in your video
How that work out? That’s a 50/50 ratio
You just that bad nigga you might have to let it go
And that hairline nigga you might have to let it go

[Hook]
Yup, what’s goodie
I’m the hottest around, my city
I got all the sounds, got plenty
You should ask around, my city
You should get to work, get busy
Do it until it hurt, get busy
You should go berserk, get busy
Imma make you work, get busy

[Bridge:]
What’s goodie
My city
Got plenty
My city
Get busy
Get busy
Get busy
What’s goodie

[Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]
Yup, what’s really good
I’m the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood
Even if I came to yours, I probably would
Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood
I might pull up, I might skirt off
In the Pathfinder with the Birks on
Or the 4Runner with the Hares on
And your girl still mad I cut my hair off
Cause it’s Ritchie with a motherfucking T
I got a classic tape, plus a degree
Ok not yet, I got another year
I’ll have another classic plus my Grandma’s cheers
I ain’t trying to be no motherfucking engineer
I’ma get my mom a crib with a rap career
And a 6 series make the roof disappear
So she can never say “There ain’t no fucking room in here”
Yup

Injury Reserve – Girl With The Gold Wrist (Floss Album)

[Bridge]
Come on, get going with your bad self
Ain’t no money too long for your bad self
I’ve been waiting too long for your bad self
Come and get, next song with your bad self
Come on, get going with your bad self
Ain’t no money too long for your bad self
I’ve been waiting too long for your bad self
Come and get, next song with your bad self

[Hook]
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
Damn, what you doing?
I’ve been floating, I’ve been coasting, I’ve been moving
I’ve been thinking like damn what you doing?
No for real like later what you doing?
Go ahead and get jiggy if you want to
You can go ahead and spend fifty if you want to
I ain’t ever spent fifty but I want to
But I had the city like wow with the whole crew
And I’m draped in A.A. but that’s old news
Had these niggas like, “Hey look at those shoes”
Got these niggas like, “Ritchie what you going to do?”
But you know I’m going to floss like I’m suppose to
But she hopped out the car, and it’s a Rolls too
And she had the sugar daddy, what a cold dude
Had the long fingernail with the gold tooth
Now I”m thinking like “Damn, Ritchie what you going to do?”

[Hook]
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
She about to have a good time at this party
She ain’t hurting nobody but her body
Girl don’t do drugs, unless you’re with me
Now its kicked in your heart feels like a stampede
Got Dee in the cut he’s sipping that MD
She say we the best, yes indeed
Got your nose on the drip but your wrist on bling
Numb to the world and you can’t feel a thing
I know you quit for a minute now you back at it
Got you out here moving like a crack addict
I ain’t mad though we all got our bad habits
You got a big ass I love to look back at it
You a smooth criminal with your bad self
Partied so hard I an’t mad at your bad health
Ya, dirty dancing by your bad self
Think I’ll help baby in the corner with my dad self

[Hook]
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist

[Bridge]
Come on, get going with your bad self
Ain’t no money too long for your bad self
I’ve been waiting too long for your bad self
Come and get, next song with your bad self
Come on, get going with your bad self
Ain’t no money too long for your bad self
I’ve been waiting too long for your bad self
Come and get, next song with your bad self

[Hook]
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist
Girl with the gold wrist

Injury Reserve – All Quiet On The West Side (Floss Album)

[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
Let everybody know we getting down tonight

[Verse: Ritchie with a T]
Yo check it, let everybody know
We need niggas from all sides on go
Someone hit the eses on the west coast
And the niggas from the south the be tipping on 44’s
They be singing Friday on a Friday
But please don’t play my song nigga this ain’t my day
We can have a party and do it five ways
We can put the PA by the fireplace
Ask your boy if he wants to DJ
I’m trying to hear some “Hey Ya,” Andre 3k
I’m trying to hear some Estelle, “American Boy”
The neighbors better not complain about no damn noise
And if the cops come scream “Fuck five-o”
Okay one more time nigga “Fuck five-o”
Just make sure nobody opens the front door
I don’t care if they put the lights through the window
We ain’t coming together for no answers
The only thing we agree on is fuck cancer
Someone play that Thugger, that “Fuck Cancer”
Shout out to my mom, nigga, fuck cancer
And to the white kids: please don’t say it
And my nigga with the strap: please don’t spray it
Matter a fact, nigga please don’t bring it
And if you know the words nigga please go sing it

[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight

Injury Reserve – Eeny Meeny Miny Moe (Floss Album)

[Hook: x4]
Eeny meeny miney moe
Yeah yeah yeah
Catch a rapper at a show
Yeah yeah yeah
Couple dollars let him blow
Yeah yeah yeah
Who’s up next I don’t know
Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge:]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
Damn, oh shit yeah
Ain’t nobody really fuck with your shit yeah
You ain’t really really made no hits yeah
Me? Shit I made “Oh Shit!!!” yeah
They created your ass with a plan bro
From clothes to the pics to the fans yo
See they love what you make not what you stand for
Got they black Pinocchio with the round nose
Post him up in the mall for a fucking photo
Don’t let him team up, make nigga solo
Ask the the hood what they think, “Man, that nigga so so”
We don’t care who your daddy, like that nigga JoJo
They going to do what it takes to make some fucking more dough
New trends, new ends, revenue get slo-mo
Ain’t nobody really care about that nigga no more
Let him go, drop him off, make that nigga go

[Hook:]
Eeny meeny miney moe
Yeah yeah yeah
Catch a rapper at a show
Yeah yeah yeah
Couple dollars let him blow
Yeah yeah yeah
Who’s up next I don’t know
Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge:]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
So you want to be a rap star?
You think lyrics and dope beats will really get you that far?
Shit, I wish that’s all that it took
It’s way more than a catchy ass hook
Don’t know the right people, you ain’t getting no looks
If it was that easy, we’d be getting more looks
Then you got these dudes that thinking they Rambo
But truthful ya’ll just looking like sambo’s
Would you dance for a dollar? “Yeah yeah yeah”
Might as well be a stripper then, uh
Sell your soul for a buck? “Yeah yeah yeah”
Well damn go get it then
Man, this music shit so demanding
Not even on and lost so many damn friends
All this lack of sleep and hella planning
If you think you got what it takes, then put your hand in like-

[Hook:]
Eeny meeny miney moe
Yeah yeah yeah
Catch a rapper at a show
Yeah yeah yeah
Couple dollars let him blow
Yeah yeah yeah
Who’s up next I don’t know
Yeah yeah yeah

[Bridge:]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We made it

Injury Reserve – Keep On Slippin (feat. Vic Mensa) (Floss Album)

[Intro]
Lately I feel like I’ve been losing my mind
I’ve been losing my mind, mmmm
And every now and then I feel like I’m fine
I feel like I’m fine

[Bridge]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
And then I start slipping
I keep on–

[Verse 1: Steppa Groggs]
I’m losing it, it really feels like I’m losing it
Sad thing is I ain’t doing nothing to improve the shit
Some days are better than others, feeling distant from my brothers
I almost lost control and choked my baby’s mother
But I checked myself, thank God I checked myself
Always helping others but I just can’t seem to help myself
I just can’t help myself, nothing to be concerned about
Listening to Amy I ain’t going either but we know how that turned out
Then the homie Josh OD’d, I’m thinking to myself that could’ve been me
Just turned 28 but my liver’s probably like 73
This ain’t the life for me, ain’t feeling like the man I’m supposed to be
Thought having kids would make you tame
I’ve been doing even mo’ just since my daughter came
My momma’s gonna hear this and feel so ashamed
So ashamed

[Hook: Ritchie with a T]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
Can we restart?
Cuz things be hard
And we need our niggas
Yeah we need our niggas
(Vocalizing)
Keep keep on, yeah
K-k-keep on it
Cuz we need our niggas
So k-keep on niggas
Cuz we need our

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Do you know what it feels like to be at war with yourself? I do
My mental issues going on and on, I feel like Badu
Can’t seem to shake this shit, I can’t even take this shit
Sometimes I fucking hate myself, I swear to God I hate this shit
I think I need a "Hitch" the way I ruin my relationships lately
We used to vacay in Jamaica, now ya makin’ me crazy
Fighting with my baby girl turn us to exes quick
Now we’ve been tryna break it back like the Exorcist
And I be stressing shit so much that this Effexor don’t work
I would switch the medicines, but I did Lexapro first
Feeling skeptical, sometimes I think my blessing’s a curse
The same depression made me anxious is what gave me this verse
But every time I think of making it work it gets worse

[Outro]
And then I start slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I just keep on slipping
I keep on slipping
I keep on slipping

Injury Reserve – Back Then (Floss Album)

[Hook:]
Remember when they didn’t know of me
Now these niggas want to roll with me
Give me some and all the benefits
Won’t stop until a nigga rich
Remember when they didn’t know of me
Now these niggas want to roll with me
Give me some and all the benefits
Won’t stop until a nigga rich

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
Yup that’s me
Yup I’m him
Remember when a nigga was like 5’3
Now a couple inches more than 5’10
Catch me the Uber in the backseat
Like it was like way way back then
Your boy can’t even get some groceries
Niggas like, “Hey hey that’s him”
Killing it since like ’95
Remember when I had a 9-5
Now they freak out from a high five
Got my feet out when I drive by
I mean got my threes out when I drive by
Had my feet up now it’s my time
I mean, got my cheese up now it’s my time
Got my green up now it’s my time

[Hook]
Remember when they didn’t know of me
Now these niggas want to roll with me
Give me some and all the benefits
Won’t stop until a nigga rich
Remember when they didn’t know of me
Now these niggas want to roll with me
Give me some and all the benefits
Won’t stop until a nigga rich

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
Big head, ego needs to be deflated
Nine times out of ten I’m inebriated
But ya’ll know been known that, why did I even state that?
The way we carry ourselves you think we made it
Had to switch the sound on you fool
But we still haven’t track 14 on The Cool
Don’t understand most of ya’ll logic these days
Just playing yourself like Louis C.K
Like my belt is Louis but my boxers C.K
But my rents been overdue for like three days
If I say it I’m going to do it
Ya’ll suckers ain’t never showing up so truant
I don’t speak bullshit but ya’ll so fluent
I’m no role model don’t follow my influence
Best believe they hype and buy into this
Las Fuegas is the fam can’t but into this

[Hook]
Remember when they didn’t know of me
Now these niggas want to roll with me
Give me some and all the benefits
Won’t stop until a nigga rich
Remember when they didn’t know of me
Now these niggas want to roll with me
Give me some and all the benefits
Won’t stop until a nigga rich

[Outro:]
Back then, back then
Back then, back then
Back then, back then, Back then, back then
Back then, back then
Back then

Injury Reserve – Look Mama I Did It (Floss Album)

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
Damn, look Mama I did it
This the same boy that was dancing in your kitchen
And in the backseat singing, that’s tradition
We knew that whole Jill Scott down to transitions
Mother’s Day card “Hey Mama” lyrics within it
Got you the pink kicks with the pink ribbon
I want to scream so loud for you
Can you hear it?
Cause I’m so damn proud of you
Can you feel it
A year ago selling shoes trying to get commission
Now making records for the kids that need a vision
Cause I just found some friends that were also sick of wishing
And we cooped up in a dentist office
History was written
Look Dad I did it
Yup, look Dad I did it
This the same boy that was dancing in your kitchen
And in the back seat singing, that’s tradition
It sicks it took you passing to get me close to my sisters
And my little brother not close enough I admit it
Just sucks when I’m at your funeral and no one know I existed
But I an’t really tripping man, that’s family business
Had the same outfit on I graduated in
Cause I heard you were fighting the doctors
And they still made you miss it
And that was down to the shoes
The Stealth Foams, my favorite
Third and last time will be at my first Grammy nomination
Like look Dad I made it
Yup look Dad I made it
This the same boy that was dancing on the pavement
The same kid that was at that hospital waiting
The same that ain’t going to stop ’til I’m the greatest

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
Back against the wall and I came out swinging
This beat is so beautiful I should of came out singing
People kept on doubting so I kept on dreaming
All these doors are opening up and me and them team in
Was dealt a bad hand from the go
But my momma saved my life
Could have got left in the ‘Go
Forget participation trophies man I want the gold
Tasted a little bit success and hell yeah I want more
Trying to be a healthier man for my mini me
Feeling like Luther now, man I miss the skinny me
I don’t ever do much, I guess it’s never too much
Nate hitting y’all with the hooks man he’s too clutch
P is the hottest in the game plus that man that cold
And I’m living proof that you’re never too old
Kids looking up to me now, no pressure
Not a role model but I’ll appreciate your gestures
Don’t expect shit given you know you got to take it
Either that or you got to fake it until you make it
That must mean we got it cause we haven’t faked shit
Nobody in our lane cause we’re constantly repaving
Like look Mama I make it, look Mama I made it
Doing all these shows and got the whole room singing
I’m telling ya’ll this is what victory sounds like
And I’ll be damned if this don’t the crowd hype
Thanks to every fan who’s shared our shit or bought some merch
Never though I’d see my face on someone’s shirt
Y’all the reason Imma go hard until it hurts
Took you to the dentist office now we took you to church