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Killswitch Engage – Alone I Stand lyrics

A day of great tribulation is upon us
A time of deception conflict and unrest
I will not cower in fear and submission
I will hold my ground and resist

It all starts in the mind
From the beginning of days, to the last and final end
Uncertainty bleeds from within
Open wounds stitched with precision
Mind and body conditioned to obey
They call us sons and daughters
Only sheep led to the slaughter
So many times, so many lies
I am disconnected, from a system I’ve rejected

No allegiance, defiant I withstand
This resistance, I reject what you demand
And alone I stand

Rank, file and number. We are gears in the machine
Unseen to the eye, the shackles are on the inside
Illusion of security
Rejection of this supremacy
Confusion led us to submission
Disconnection from a system
I’ve rejected

No allegiance, defiant I withstand
This resistance, I reject what you demand
And alone I stand

There is great tribulation
Upon us all
Deception, conflict and unrest upon us all
Upon us all
I will hold my ground
I will, I will resist

No allegiance, I reject what you demand
And alone I stand

Killswitch Engage – Strength Of The Mind lyrics

Strength of the mind!

Looking back on the life that I lived
What I leave behind
Mistakes and memories serve to remind (they serve me to remind)
The reflection staring back from the mirror
No longer looks like me, like me!

Strength of the mind to fight what’s inside
It takes strength of the mind
Before I lose control

Who can raise you from the fall and save you? Only you
Who can take the pain away and change you? Only you

A thousand miles between this never ending feeling
Just looking for something more
Searching for a release
I’ve seen rock bottom and I’ve smashed my fists against it
Just keep telling yourself it will be alright

Who can raise you from the fall and save you? Only you
Who can take the pain away and change you? Only you

Gather all your pain and suffering
Turn them into strength and weaponry
To overcome the enemy that’s in you
Come face to face with a war that rages in you

Who can take the pain away? Only you!

Who can raise you from the fall and save you? Only you!

Strength of the mind!
Before I lose control

Sweet Eve Feat. Nick Menza – Mi lyrics

Don’t cry a tear
For your broken heart
Left to walk this empty world alone
Shallow as the promises
You thought you’d made
Lonely as the world
Has come apart

Don’t cry a tear
For your wicked heart
Twisted as the motives
In your head
Drowning in the sorrow
That your youth had made
Lonely as the world
Has come apart

Left to walk this empty world alone
Left to walk this empty world alone

Killswitch Engage – Loyalty lyrics

“Justice for my sister and her children”
“If you want justice you’ve come to the wrong place”
“I disagree. I want to bring those who have wronged me to
Justice and all those who’ve wronged me are right here”

The Queen brings the vengeance race
Fight from the fledged
Passing through the blood red sun
You’re the watchers in the southern skies

Fighting until our last breath
Feel this indenting death
Through honor and victory
We will be avenged
Avenged

Loyalty unto the grave
Unbowed, Unbent
We are unbroken

Fucked up to blood and to fight
Choking on these venomous voices
We overcome our enemy
Until all are vanquished

Flames course through the darkness
For life to be avenged
Through honor and victory
We make amends

Loyalty unto the grave
Unbowed, Unbent
We are unbroken
Loyalty until the grave
Unbowed, Unbent
We are unbroken

Sever these venomous voices
Voice from the pain
My death won’t be in vain
Loyalty until the grave

Loyal until death
Loyal to the grave
Loyal until death
Loyal to the grave

Loyalty unto the grave
Unbowed, Unbent
We are unbroken

Sweet Eve Feat. Nick Menza – Miry Clay lyrics

Don’t cry a tear
For your broken heart
Left to walk this empty world alone
Shallow as the promises
You thought you’d made
Lonely as the world
Has come apart

Don’t cry a tear
For your wicked heart
Twisted as the motives
In your head
Drowning in the sorrow
That your youth had made
Lonely as the world
Has come apart

Left to walk this empty world alone
Left to walk this empty world alone

Juanjo Herrera – Inestabilidad lyrics

Como en un trampolin
Me llevas alto y luego me sueltas
Ya no se si estas por mi
O si solo soy tu

Me haces mal pensar
Me haces mal dormir
Pero tienes algo que me hace sentir
Todo inestabilidad
Todo doy por ti
Porque tienes algo que me hace
Suda ha ha ar
Ha ha ha ar

Distancia debo tomar
Pero eres como un iman
No lo puedo resolver
Me gusta vernos caer

Me haces mal pensar
Me haces mal dormir
Pero tienes algo que me hace sentir
Todo inestabilidad
Todo doy por ti
Porque tienes algo que me hace
Me haces mal pensar
Me haces mal dormir
Pero tienes algo que me hace sentir
Todo inestabilidad
Todo doy por ti
Porque tienes algo que me hace
Suda ha ha ar
Ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ar

Jojo Siwa – Boomerang lyrics

I don’t really care about what they say
I’mma come back like a boomerang
Won’t let the haters get their way
I’mma come back like a boomerang
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
I’mma come back like a boomerang
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
I’mma—I’mma come back

They can keep talking their talk
But I’mma keep walking my walk
And I won’t hear a sound

Yeah, they’re just trying to see
If they can get the best of me
Well, not this time around

Stuck to the phone
Like they’re all alone
Hide behind the screen
‘Cause they’re just so mean
But we don’t play it like that
We don’t even fight back

All of their words
We just brush it off
Saying we’re fake
Yeah
No, we’re not
Trying to throw us off track
But we know how to come back

I don’t really care about what they say
I’mma come back like a boomerang
Won’t let the haters get their way, hey, hey, hey, hey!
I’mma come back like a boomerang
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
I’mma come back like a boomerang, hey, hey, hey!
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah
I’mma, I’mma come back

Try to try to make me stop
But I’mma climbing to the top
Just look how far I’ve go-one

Bigger, better, faster, stronger
Yeah, see I ain’t just a talker
Catch me if you can, hey
Catch us if you can, hey!

Stuck to the phone
Like they’re all alone
Hide behind the screen
‘Cause they’re just so mean
But we don’t play it like that, what?
We don’t even fight back, uh-huh

All of their words
We just brush it off
Saying we’re fake, yeah,
No, we’re not
Trying to throw us off track
But we know how to come back
Hey, you!

I don’t really care about what they say
I’mma come back like a boomerang, hey, hey!
Won’t let the haters get their way
I’mma come back back back like, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’mma
Try try to throw us off track, hey, hey, hey! I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m a,
Hey, hey, hey!
We know how to come back
Ooh, whoa
I don’t really care about what they say
I’mma come back like a boomerang
Won’t let the haters get their way, way…
I’mma come back like a boomerang

I’mma come back I’mma, I’mma come back

Bigger better faster stronger
Yeah, see I ain’t just a talker
Catch me if you can, hey
Catch us if you can, hey, hey… hey… hey, hey!

Bastille – All I Want For Christmas (Radio 1’s Piano Sessions) (Live)

That’s just the way it is
Things’ll never be the same
That’s just the way it is
Oh yeah

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true, oh baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true, oh baby
All I want for Christmas is you

Oh, baby

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly

But you could make my wish come true, oh
Cuz baby all I want for Christmas is you

Amy Grant – To Be Together

It’s chaos in the car seats, heading south on 65
They’re asking "Are we there yet?"
Every minute of the drive

To be together at Christmastime

The last flight out was canceled
‘Cause of unexpected snow
She’s sleeping in the terminal
With the whole world headed home

To be together at Christmastime

Oh, when you open up that door
To old familiar rooms of love and laughter
Coming home just the way you are
Knowing this is all that really matters

To be together at Christmastime

I’m singing out this song ’til every lonely soul has heard
We’re not alone ’cause love has put his arms around the world

To be together at Christmastime

So every time that lonely feeling comes around again
Listen, love is knocking
Yeah, wanting to come in

To be together, to be together

Oh, when you open up that door
To old familiar rooms of love and laughter
Coming home just the way you are
Knowing this is all that really matters

To be together at Christmastime

(Love that feeling) Oh, love that feeling
Yes, I love that feeling
What a lovely feeling

Oh, when you open up that door
To old familiar rooms of love and laughter
Coming home just the way you are
Knowing this is all that really matters

To be together at Christmastime
To be together at Christmastime
Oh, to be together

Shawn Mendes – Mercy (Acoustic)

[Intro]
*humming*

[Verse 1]
You’ve got a hold of me
Don’t even know your power
I stand a hundred feet
But I fall when I’m around you
[Pre-Chorus]
Show me an open door
Then you go and slam it on me
I can’t take anymore
I’m saying baby

[Chorus]
Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don’t mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart

[Verse 2]
I’d drive through the night
Just to be near you baby
Heart old and testified
Tell me that I’m not crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not asking for a lot
Just that you’re honest with me
My pride Is all I got
I’m saying baby

[Chorus]
Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don’t mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy on me
I’m a puppet on your string
And even though you got good intentions
I need you to set me free
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart

[Bridge]
Consuming all the air inside my lungs
Ripping all the skin from off my bones
I’m prepared to sacrifice my life
I would gladly do it twice
Consuming all the air inside my lungs
Ripping all the skin from off my bones
I’m prepared to sacrifice my life
I would gladly do it twice

[Chorus]
Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don’t mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy on me
I’m a puppet on your string
And even though you got good intentions
I need you to set me free

[Outro]
*hmming*

Nicki Minaj & Mike WiLL Made It – Black Barbies

Mike Will Made It nigga
Sremm Life
Black Barbies in the city
Fat ass and pretty titties
Get dummies for they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive ’em
All your lies I wish I didn’t believe ’em

That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA

Sativa so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a fukin’ black Barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always fuck him like I’m sorry
Who the fuck is gon’ protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker

No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone (Yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
No Flex Zone

I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said "Oooh shit!"
Picked up my phone ’cause I had to call "Bullshit!"
These bitches havin’ nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don’t ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? Douche
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
And these clown niggas actin’, I’mma send ’em some skits
Bitches can’t rap for shit, I’mma send ’em some tips
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin’ my tits

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

Now usually I don’t do this, I’m Popeye, she’s Brutus
Usually I’m a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest
Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess
And we ain’t playin’ ball but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain’t lucid
Go against the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Pentatonix – Hallelujah (From A Pentatonix Christmas Special)

Well I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

But baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Chevy Woods – Gang Shit Only

[Verse 1]
Watch a nigga go beast mode
Marshawn Lynch shit I’m living by the G code
Never let a nigga change me
Landed out in San Fran told that bitch [?] me
Hit my nigga Berner with the wussup
They never understood us fuckin’ niggas throw my hood up
Riding in a stolen young niggas with they hood up
They ain’t get the whole bag I swear I wish they would’ve
Kevin Love with a key, off white tall white, boy I’m Dirk with the three
You ain’t allowed where I be
See them red and blue lights skrt-skrt on police

[Chorus]
I be doing hella shit
Lemme fuck you for the hell of it
Fuck that nigga he irrelevant
Shoot the fade we could settle it

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never give ’em no names
Ask my cousin had the plug with the cocaine
Doin’ 100 in a slow lane
Diamonds dancing like it’s Soul Train
Bitch it’s gang shit only, tell your baby daddy stop acting like he know me
20 shots like I’m Kobe
Panoramic roof on the Spur like Ginobli
Out the bag like Wizzle, talking all this gun shit and never shot a pistol
Boy don’t make your momma miss you
Fucking with them Taylors that’s a issue

[Chorus]
I be doing hella shit
Lemme fuck you for the hell of it
Fuck that nigga he irrelevant
Shoot the fade we could settle it

Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles (feat. Gucci Mane) (On The Honda Stage) (Live)

Black beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Gettin’ so cold I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin’ "everybody’s famous"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trollin’

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Watch me break the money machine till her clothes fall
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
My Chapos servin’ yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

She’s a good teaser, and we blowin’ reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowin’ OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin’ like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Nef The Pharaoh – Mistletoe (Unsensored)

[Spoken Intro: Nef The Pharaoh]
I need all the sexy ass ladies to come down to the dance floor right now
We just changed the course of history
Christmas ain’t gon’ never be the same

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

[Bridge: Nef The Pharaoh]
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus

[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
Shoutout to them stripping ass thick thots
As soon they can powder their nose
On the pole she know all types of tricks bruh
She will have you spending your dough
All the pimps try to knock her
But they never succeed
And i’m the type of cat that never drops her
Thats why she’s coming home with me

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

[Verse 2: Nef The Pharaoh]
Scrolling through my muthafucking phone
Tryna find me a thoty that’ll slide
Over the hills we go
In a brand new drop top ride
(keys, keys, keys)
Diamonds on my chains hit ore
Mike Tyson on fight night
If you see her riding in my car
She gon’ go and take pipe
(aight, aight, aight)

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Metallica – Metal Militia (On Metontour, In Los Angeles, CA) (Live)

Thunder and lightning the gods take revenge
Senseless destruction
Victims of fury are cowardly now
Running for safety
Stabbing the harlot to pay for her sins
Leaving the virgin
Suicide running as if it were free
Ripping and tearing

On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia

Chained and shadowed to be left behind
nine and one thousand
Metal militia for your sacrifice
iron clad soldiers
Join or be conquered the law of the land
What will befall you
The metallization of your inner soul
twisting and turning

On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia

We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go

On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia

Iamsu! – Bo$$ Up

[Intro]
They don’t wanna see you boss up
So you know I had to boss up [x5]
Lil’ Louie you don’t cost much
Lil’ Gucci you don’t cost much

[Hook x2]
They don’t wanna see you boss up
So you know I had to boss up
Lil’ Louie you don’t cost much
Lil’ Gucci you don’t cost much

[Verse 1]
I’m the one people talk bout
6 speed on your fly
Guaranteed I bring the broads out
I’m a dog like a Rottweiler
But I’ma back when they talk in my face
They don’t talk now
Had to switch a couple friends up
Had to go and get my ends up
To go and pick the Benz up
Not a loser, I’m a winner
I’m a certified star, they won’t let me in the enda
I hit the corner to the W
Once you make a little money
All the honeys fall in love with you
Puttin’ women over money
That’s a dummy move
She playin’ wifey on the gram
But hit a hunnid dudes
Real macks ain’t goin’ for that
Rather go and spend 80 on a Cadillac
Take her to the city, she don’t know how to act, oh yeah
Steal the flow, I boomerang it right back, oh yeah

[Hook x2]
They don’t wanna see you boss up
So you know I had to boss up
Lil’ Louie you don’t cost much
Lil’ Gucci you don’t cost much

[Verse 2]
When you workin’ with some cash, yeah
Diamonds flash, yeah
40 large up in the stash, yeah
Got that bag, yeah
When I walk up in the bank, yeah
Do that Drake dance
When she walk, she make it shake, yeah
Double take, yeah
I be runnin’ through my city, yeah
Feel like Diddy, yeah
Pray to God I’m really him while they fucking with me, yeah
I’m the one who puttin’ on, yeah
Every song, yeah
We can get it on, yeah
Break of dawn, yeah
I’m just sticking to the G code
I’m in beast mode
Haters think I got a cheat code
I don’t need those
Every beat I fucking with is in my tool box
Eyes on me like 2Pac
I got the keys, they telling me that it’s piano time
Swear there was a day when it was ugly, they ain’t see them times
Male groupies, we don’t need them guys
We hit Seattle for the gas because it’s legalized

[Outro x2]
They don’t wanna see you boss up
So you know I had to boss up
Lil’ Louie you don’t cost much
Lil’ Gucci you don’t cost much
Ha-ha

Berner – Addict

[Intro: Berner]
Shit
Uh
You know the big Bay Area’s in the building
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
I’m addicted to the game

[Verse 1: Berner]
The finer things in life
Gotta stress ’em, fuck greed
All black everything, I’m rich off weed
Big money deals, got us all switchin’ teams
Digital scales, I don’t rock the triple beam
In and out of town, yeah, I’m here for a night
Cali roll at the stop sign, I’m runnin’ through the lights
The streets need Bern, they fuckin’ with the price
Fuck your lil grow spot, I get a couple off a light
I used to cut the white, yeah, I played with the cris
It’s the Bay Area, I still break a bitch
I’mma Frisco cat, I will die for my city
You know that Girl Scout and that Pie in my city
The Y get me dizzy, I get high with the hippy’s
Acid drops on my tongue, like I’m in the 60’s
We be really outside if they tryin’ to hit me
They gon’ get shot at
I hope they all die with me

[Hook: Berner]
They say the money changed me, but I could never change
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
And when the money comes and they get to actin’ strange
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
He said he sent it out, but the package never came
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
I be poppin’ champagne and smokin’ new strains
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game

[Verse 2: Berner]
Too much drama on my phone
Shit’s crazy, fuck greed
They be trippin’ off money like they don’t touch cheese
Back to back Euros, throw a hunnit’ to a fiend
More holes in the yard ’cause these hundreds aren’t clean
Smokin’ on Gelato while we down from the lean
He poured the whole bottle like he tryin’ to O.D
Stars on my roof, yeah, I gave away the Benz
Gang politics tryna’ take away my friends
A hundred thousand on the field, on the table I’mma fool
I been rich, I’m just tryna’ play it cool
About to make a move, burn a quick eighty bands
All my ladies dance and love takin’ xan’s
We fit plenty in them vans, I’m in Humboldt trimmin’ plants
Up and down the 101, drivin’ careful as I can
Yeah, with the weed I’m the man
I bought a hundred P’s when I got my advance

[Hook: Berner]
They say the money changed me, but I could never change
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
And when the money comes and they get to actin’ strange
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
He said he sent it out, but the package never came
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
I be poppin’ champagne and smokin’ new strains
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Macaroni

[Verse 1]
Nigga don’t tell me what you want
Think you calling shots? I make a call, nigga get you gone
Knew that was your girl but she a hoe and her pussy soak
Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up
Knew I was gon’ put it in song
We ain’t get to fuck
Think about when you leave her home
Where she really at?
Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
A lot of niggas hatin’ on the boy
Why you really mad?
Is it cause I’m really putting on where my city at
Highbridge nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at
I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack
They don’t wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Verse 2]
My nigga don’t tell me what to do
Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot
Had to lock myself inside the booth, that’s how I kept my cool
Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that’s why I kept my tool
Don’t you try to tell me nothing nigga you don’t know me
Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé
Got to hit a couple hittas up when I’m by my lonely
I think they already know wassup, I don’t fuck with phonies
Lately I been running out of time, I need another rollie
Lately I been on the west-side, don’t need no other homies
Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me
I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Outro]
Macaroni in a bowl
The way she mix it up
They way she mix it in a bowl
They way she mix it up
Macaroni in a…mix it up

Philthy Rich – Make A Living (Remix) (feat. G-Eazy & Iamsu!)

[Intro: IamSu!]
She gotta have some money she could spend on
I made this beat
Shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Look, me and Su run the same chicks
East Oakland to the Rich no look assist
Curry for the three in the clutch time
In high school you was eatin’ free in the lunch line (broke nigga)
Your main bitch in my DM (is that right?)
She said she like the candy paint on my BM (foreign)
Single baby mother like Blacc Chyna (like Blacc Chyna)
Fuck her so good make her forget Tyga
Break your main bitch, Heart-Heartbreak Gang
She covered up the tattoo of her baby daddy name (lame nigga)
A hundred thousand large on my rockstars
I done come a long way from duckin’ cop cars

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
I put a new McLaren in my driveway (skrrt, skrrt)
There’s no cell service up where I stay
Some M’s in the bank what they all say
She just want dick, a new purse, and a latte
I got her, now she just wanna hold me again
Attracted to all this gold on my skin
They say, "Boy, you rappin’ like the old Eminem"
This took me 5 minutes, I’m just phonin’ it in
Listen, once I live this way, I can never switch
In my 20’s but I’m livin’ like I’m Richie Rich
5 star dinners, you can order any dish
Young Gerald, young Suzie, young Philty Rich

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on

[Verse 3: IamSu!]
Big Suwop got bops on deck
In the penthouse gettin’ top to the neck
I’m just tryna make a little money, can you feel me?
She was fuckin’ with me now she play for Team Philthy
Now she got the Heartbreak tatted on her
She ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money so I catted on her
Took her out her element, she hit the panic button
Renegade alert, my homies get it out her purse
All I do is live it then I put it in reverse
I be killin’ everything, I needa buy a hearse
This shit is not rehearsed, it’s realer than you know
We could fly wherever, baby, where you tryna go? Let’s get it

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on

Matt Champion – Mansions

TV screen in your living room
Stereo on high
Dreaming of a famous love
Dancing high above

Driving to your mansion
We can let it all out
I’m too dirty for the sidewalk
You’re too clean for the South

These people are the same
These houses are the same
I’m glad I’m not alone
I’m glad your not at home
I’m glad I’m not alone

So many calls to your old cell phone
Too many walks to the park
So many knocks on your childhood home
Too many drags on your [?]

No one home for the weekend
Girls [?]
You call me up slowly and hop in your Bentley
Meet me at the hills

Driving to your mansion
We can let it all out
I’m too dirty for the sidewalk
You’re too clean for the South

These people are the same
These houses are the same
I’m glad I’m not alone
I’m your not at home
I’m glad I’m not alone

Key!, Uno The Activist & Madeintyo – Left Hand

[Hook: Key!]
A bottle of Ace, now I’m feelin’ like Kobe
I’m shootin’ with my left hand, Ginobili
You think you might know but, you don’t know me
I remember everythin’, this is over
I make a little money and I stunt it with the gang
I put a nigga on ‘fore I buy me a chain
These niggas takin’ shots, they ain’t even got range
I want it, I cop it, I want it, I cop it
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands

[Verse 1: UnoTheActivist]
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I get so, I get so high, I don’t think I can land
I’m all in the zone, I feel like the man
When did I kick in my shit, I’m in a karate stance
I’m pullin’ up, crack it, then I go buy it
All of my niggas all love this shit like a video game
And I just bought my shooter a chain
I cannot stop ’cause they gonna watch and I am the man
And they all say I’m the man, I’m with the lean with the Xan
What you say now? I got plans, baby should give me a chance
I told her I wish I had words, you should do shit for the worse
Told her I think that I’m cursed, then I go and pop a Perc

[Hook]
A bottle of Ace, now I’m feelin’ like Kobe
I’m shootin’ with my left hand, Ginobili
You think you might know but, you don’t know me
I remember everythin’, this is over
I make a little money and I stunt it with the gang
I put a nigga on ‘fore I buy me a chain
These niggas takin’ shots, they ain’t even got range
I want it, I cop it, I want it, I cop it
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
She rockin’ the ice, lovin’ her life
Pipe you up quick, switchin’ my fish
Make it up quick, thick as a bitch
Make it up quick, thick as a bitch
Yeah, love with a bag, makin’ her mad
Poppin’ up tags, rackin’ ’em up
Invitin’ her friends, your nigga’s a fan
Hop in the Benz, touch down when I land
Yokohama with a Gucci, Pocahontas, she’ll do me
You don’t wanna make a movie, she don’t wanna make a movie
Margiela’s, no umbrella, splash on these hoes
Get so used to smash on these hoes

[Hook]
A bottle of Ace, now I’m feelin’ like Kobe
I’m shootin’ with my left hand, Ginobili
You think you might know but, you don’t know me
I remember everythin’, this is over
I make a little money and I stunt it with the gang
I put a nigga on ‘fore I buy me a chain
These niggas takin’ shots, they ain’t even got range
I want it, I cop it, I want it, I cop it
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands
I’m playin’ with bands, I’m playin’ with bands

Big Sean – Moves

[Intro]
Yeah
Sex game had her ass blowing me up (brrr)
Sex game had her ass texting me up
Yeah
Whoa

[Hook]
I got the moves
I got the moves
I’m making moves
You gotta move (you gotta move)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (like whoa)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I’m making moves)
I got the moves (I got the moves)
I’m making moves (I’m making moves)
You gotta move (you gotta)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (l do)
I make the city move (I do)

[Verse]
Look, give me the ball and I will have to pass it
I ain’t passing out until I’m asthma attacking
I take a plan and then I back to back it
Hit after hit, check the batting average
I take the work, flip it, acrobatic
Got a little time and a lot of talent
Do a little talking and a lot of action
Seen the competition, hmm.. not a challenge
I lean, I move, I walk through in this bitch
Packed out but I can count on my hands
Who I’mma talk to in this bitch
Girl’s from law school in this bitch
Yeah, they Paralegals, barely 21
That’s very legal, but they doing shit that’s probably barely legal
Awe man
It’s that nigga that you probably least expected
I just had a couple dots that need connecting
Now your top 5 getting redirected
From here on out it’ll be consecutive
We making moves like Tarantino, like J.J. Abrams
Moving like Channing Tatum
Moving like Jason Statham
Motherfuck the whole industry
Half of these niggas my mini-me’s
I got this bitch going off more than breaking and entering
You hot for a minute, me
I make the shit that last for infinity
Hop in the booth, man that shit like a gym to me
Don’t test the agility
Silly, silly, thinking that the negativity you talking could ever fuck up the tranquility
Okay, okay, okay, I’m on Rodeo for the day
If you owe me then you better pay your layaway, away
Stay away, or your ass might get K.O., kay today
Man that "pew! pew!" hit your ass from like way, oh ways, away

[Hook]
I got the moves
I got the moves (whoa)
I’m making moves
You gotta move (you gotta move)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (like whoa)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I’m making moves)
I got the moves ( I got the moves)
I’m making moves (I’m making moves)
You gotta move (you gotta)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (I do)
I make the city move (yeah I do)

[Outro]
Look, I’m a don, I’m a don, I’m a don (don)
I gave my whole family jobs and I take care of my mom
Me and my girl been through so much, that’s my partner in crime
Touch any of the above, now you’re harder to find
Gone

Ice Cube – Nobody Wants To Die (Mafia III Trailer)

[Intro]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y’all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
You know my resume
You tell ’em I’m on my way
But nobody (You tell ’em, I’m on my way)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 1]
I keep my mind on my money, I keep my hand on my gunny
Don’t get to playin’ with sonny, unless you Playboy Bunny
I’ll put four in your tummy, tap two in your brain
See the man ain’t playing, if you think it’s a game
Haters whisper my name, suckers want what I slang
Arrogant and I’m vain, DA want me to hang
But let me explain, like Abel and Cain
That the black Grim Reaper is not my brother’s keeper
Revenge, revenge a killer’s on a binge of revenge
It depends if I can live with my sins
Lose family and friends (lost em all)
Now you got to lose life and limb, spit phlegm on them
Got the code of Rakim, homey, jokes ain’t allowed
And you boy ain’t scared to move the crowd with something loud
If you doubt what I’m about, go ahead an run your mouth
I’m the last thing you see when your time is running out, trick

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, son)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (yeah)
But nobody (Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 2]
You forgot where I come from, you forgot what I do
You forgot what you was sayin’, cuz I’m blockin’ your view
Now I got you on cue, you about to turn blue
Get around me now you actin’ like my little nephew
Boy what you wan’ do? You ain’t gon’ do ish
But go take a ish, is ’bout as funky as it get
Now I’ma have to admit, that I was prolly too nice
But take my advice or I’ll take your life
Now if you still wanna slice, let’s start with the fingers
Let’s move to the toes, and end with the penis
See men are from Mars, now you from Venus
How dumb you got to be tryin’ to think with the genius
It’s the big payback, you can’t clown James Brown
See a brother been down ever since Jamestown
You either swim or you’re drowned, you either gagged or you’re bound
Now you can’t make a sound, boy look at you now

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, Crip)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (Go on)
But nobody (Nobody, na)
Ah nobody wants to die

T.I. – Black Man (feat. Quavo, Meek Mill & Rara) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

T.I. – Warzone (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Hook]
Can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,"Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe"
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

[Verse 1]
They left his body swangin’ down in Piedmont
At a Klan rally the day before, but that ain’t mean nothing
What they say "a suicide", I say it’s genocide
Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain’t finna ride
They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
That’s the difference ‘tween us, I’ll die to save a million lives
Appointed leader when nobody couldn’t think of shit
I’ll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit
They pull you over, ask you where your license at
Be careful reachin’ for it, you know you can die for that
And this ain’t nothin’ new, just got cameras so you can see the shit
Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin’ where the freedom at
This ain’t no equality
Man you ain’t have no justice on your mind when you shot at me
But fuck it, this the way it gotta be
Hey listen, you won’t shoot at them then shoot at me?
Boy you are not a G
Imagine Trayvon askin’ why you followed me
Feel threatened, hit him and whip him, that’s when he shot him down
Do that to a grown fuckin’ man, drop where you stand
Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin’
If it’s a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he understand
I’m just a man, and I’m wrong for revenge
But I don’t get ’em it’s like tellin’ him to gon’ kill again
Keep fucking around, it’s going to be on in a minute

[Hook]
Boy we livin’ in a war zone
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,"Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe"
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

[Verse 2]
This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church
I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first
Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma
Won’t go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for?
Hold up… I’ll wait, I’ll wait
Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for Watergate
The war on drugs was just a war on us
Give us all these guns, give us all this dust
Change all them laws, lock all of us up
Went from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (free Meech)
Then hip hop came, that’s when we got rich
Cause white kids gravitated to it like all us did
And that’s when they got slick
Invented the technology to take our shit
Diluted all of the artistry
Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton
Sterling, killed Philando right in front of the girl
And the world saw
Everybody’s reaction was, "Hell naw"
This modern day slavery, the prison publicly traded
And the jig’s up
The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation’s just a fuckin’ piece of paper

[Hook]
Can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,"Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe"
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

[Outro]

T.I. – We Will Not (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Intro]
Ugh
No we will not
Ugh, no

[Verse]
No we will not stand here in silence
While they take the lives of our brothers and sisters and partnas
We will not turn a blind eye to the murder with no repercussions
Oh no, we will not
We will not live on our knees, we will die on our feet
This ain’t no lie that I speak
All you youngin’s out here in the streets only wanna shoot people who look like you
You can stay home, you too weak
Oh no, we will not go and repeat the mistakes of the past
Ignorin’ the snakes in the grass
Payin’ you cash
Still we pray and we fast
‘Til one day that’s your ass
We will not ask for no war
No-no-no-no-no-no, but we will be prepared for one
Hopin’ not with a gun
With the unity, using the same shit you did to destroy me
We sick of the garbage you kickin’ and teachin’
And lynchin’ us, lockin’ us up for no reason
And killin’ us, no consequences, convictions, you serious?
Lyin’ about what you show in the media
Assassinate all the leaders who leadin’ us
Leave us with ones who misleadin’ us
Then go and reward all the ones who mistreat us
And leave us in projects and give us these poisonous products
On top of narcotics to push to our sisters and brothers
Like them ain’t our sisters and brothers
No we will not be run amuck, led astray
Or bamboozled, the buck’ll be stoppin’ today
See what happen when athletes’ll no longer play for you
Tell them accountants to pray for you
On respect or just respect what that paper’ll do
Look up, it too late for you
Droppin’ you off
Turnin’ them profits to loss
When we won’t go shop in the mall
United we all, stuck in this bullshit together
Showin’ these folk we just won’t take whatever
Or else they just roll up and shoot up whatever
Just like they’ve been doin’ forever
The niggas swear they hard be huffin’ and puffin’
But ain’t gon’ do nothin’
The enemy try ’em
They wait behind enemy lines
Why you tryna be so friendly now?
Handle your business now
And we won’t fear nothin’ but judgement from God
Standin’ there lookin’ at me sayin’ you ain’t do nothin’
I bless you when you ain’t invested in nothin’
Just kept up the cycle of death and destruction
Ignornin’ your neighbor won’t help him but helpin’ yourself
Just like the devil himself, hmm
Promote all that fornication
All that baby makin’, ain’t no baby raisin’
For a generation
Now they trapped in systems cause incarceration
Was inevitable due to education
Substandard institution never cared
J’s drop, buyin’ every pair
Crack rock, crip, blood, all the 80
GDP and whatever else separate us
Hip-hop, king you finally made it
Your time to take it
Pass Martin Luther
All that money and you still blew it
Didn’t save and you feel stupid
ITunes came and they bootleggin’
What you get for bein’ hard headed
God damn nigga
Might as well gon’ and go to hell nigga
Cause I tried as hard as I can nigga
I know you only a man but God damn nigga

[Outro: Malcolm X]
They don’t scare negros today with no badge, or no white skin, or no white sheet, or no white anything else. They police the same way, they put their club upside your head and then turn around and accuse you of attacking them. Every case of police brutality against a negro follows the same pattern — they attack you, bust you all upside your mouth and then take you to court and charge you with assault. What kind of democracy is that?

T.I. – Switchin Lanes (feat. Big Krit & Trev Case) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Intro: T.I.]
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for

[Verse 1: T.I.]
All my nigga wanna do is hit a lick and flip some raw
Boy you better prepare yourself, them people finna set it off
What you oughta wanna do is get this money too with me
Even if you Bobby Seal, you gon’ need a Huey P
I’m doin’ me, international fluently
Speak the lingo my people talk
Don’t disrespect my people, dog
Or turn the other cheek, that ain’t the shit that we were taught
Arm yourself, defend yourself, they try you get to squeezin’ off
We’ve been out crazy
Do you like it in them jeans dawg?
Season dog, leave me out know they don’t want me involved
I’m dodgin’ 12, they be on watch
But I’m just ridin’ with my home boys

[Hook: Trev Case]
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
We talkin’ high life, listenin’ to UGK
Ridin’ dirty mean you clean on swangers
If them law pull up then that means thanks
Turn up the changer, bangin’ out the whip
They muffle the signs, all the hoe shit that we were dealin’ with
Cause we be young and in the hustle
Partna sellin‘ whole, but no food in the cupboard like damn
I really wanna be a millionaire one day, one day
My nigga say yeah
We dyin’ out here for a little bit of neck but the government just don’t care
So I’m talkin’ Multi to the fullest
As long as I’m livin’, fuck the ones
When I was young, they let me ride shot gun
And show me how to get it
And you can ball all you want in the paint for the digits
But you gotta learn how to pivot
For the score, never speak, bet the goal that you want
Gotta keep it slow mo when you outchea creepin’
Watch for the lows when your head up high
Head in the sky and you’re outchea tippin’
All you’ve got is your word and your bond
Prepare for the hate when you’re switchin’ suites

[Hook: Trev Case]
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I’m either out or I’m all in it
This shit creek and we all in it
One false move and we all finish
We come together, we all winnin’
But you’d rather go and get your dogs in it
Either rob for the money, hit the mall with it
Then to the club, pull the broad with it
Then wylin’ chopper in it, I’m goin’ down with it, no lie
You get a chance, go to Dubai
You see your money ain’t as much as you thought
Matter of fact motherfuckers so rich
Make nigga feel petty and ashamed just for showin’ it off
100 thou for the outfit
A billion dollars worth of sun plugged in the outlet
You put your money where your mouth at
You won’t be talkin’ much would ya
If you was weren’t about shit
Revolutionary do it for the niggas that wish they were there to do it
Gotta chance to do me boy you better do it
Nigga comin’ back and shootin’ very good
Speakin’ better than a felon would
Got me property up in Ellenwood
And my position, I just fell into it
Devil want my soul and I ain’t sell it to him

[Hook: Trev Case]
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

[Outro: T.I.]
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for

T.I. – 40 Acres (feat. B. Rossi & Killer Mike) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Verse 1: B. Rossi]
She done put her reparations in a handbag
He done spent his reparations on his swag, swag
A black nigga, put your fortunes in a sandbag
Laugh at your misfortune then we put it in a hashtag
Ain’t no leaders only leisure, only reapers, ain’t no sowers
They get higher, we get lower, damn it’s over
If racism ain’t in color then it’s damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there’s blacks
You got crackers then there’s whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president the black guy
It ain’t no reason why you shouldn’t have success, right?

[Hook: B. Rossi]
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain’t no lookin’ back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin’ at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin’ fuckin’ fools for forty acres and a mule

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Anybody interrupt freedom, kill ’em
Word to Robert F. Williams, feel ’em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word to Elijah Muhammad, ooh
I don’t give a damn what the preacher ever tell y’all
Jesus, Muhammad, ain’t comin’, woo
I’mma tell y’all what the ancestors shoulda done did when they seen the first boat comin, yeah
Killed every man, child, woman, yeah
Killed every damn thing on it, yeah
Killed everything if it looked European, send it back to the Queen like, ho
You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat
We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back to the Pope
Fuck is you? Fuck your Zeus or fuck Medusa
This the school of Shaka Zulu
Fast forward to the future, choppa do you
We done dyin’ and they cryin’ and we screamin’ hallelujah
When them crackas ask why say we did it for Lumumba, fucker

[Hook: B. Rossi]
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain’t no lookin’ back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin’ at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin’ fuckin’ fools for forty acres and a mule

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Load up my clip off a Zimmerman
Filling my pocket with Benjamins
Who the fuck are you? I been a man
Them crackers see me "oh not him again"
Take your ass out the trap middle finger to Trump
Fuck the police, they crooked as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
House nigga’s snitchin’, that’s what got ’em killed
Nigga thought he made it cause he got a deal
First album suppo’ been outta here
Not quite dude, back to selling blow
On some 24s I’mma send it here, learn to stay silent
Learn more on these streets then they did in they college
I’m certified, don’t murder guys
But my niggas still far from civilized
Kill for anything but civil rights be the murder case
Cause a nigga like, they heard it from the king, from the king
What you mean, bitch?
Trade my forty acres from my mule and my necklace, yeah

[Hook: B. Rossi]
Forty acres and a Muller
I spent my reparations on the jeweler
I bought a timepiece, now ain’t no lookin’ back
Now ask them muthafuckas what the fuck they lookin’ at
Uh, forty acres and a mule, forty acres and a mule
These niggas actin’ fuckin’ fools for forty acres and a mule

Tony Bennett – The Lady Is A Tramp (Tony Bennett Celebrates 90 Album)

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I am starving)
She loves the theater, but she never comes late
I never bother, with people that I hate
That’s why this chick is a tramp

She doesn’t like crap games, with barons and earls
Won’t go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won’t dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls (Thank-you)
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I love the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, oh I’m so broke, it’s old
I hate California, it’s crowded and damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp)

Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is divine
And I love the Yankees, Jeeter’s just fine
I follow Rogers and Heart, she sings every line
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I love a prizefight, that isn’t a fake (no fakes)
I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake
She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That’s why this lady is a tramp

She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose, ’cause I got no dough (oh no?)
I’m all alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

Go!

I love your free fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care, but I am so broke, that’s oak
Hates California it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp
That’s why this lady is a tramp
That’s why the lady is a tramp