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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

Matt Citron – Save My Soul (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, oh that’s much better, that’s much better
Pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
Yah, yeah

[Verse 1]
This been that shit that I was talking bout since ’95
I want those Gaga numbers, y’all just tryna feel the hype
You’re not my competition
Stop pretending, stop the tennis
Fuck with all that back and forth
I move with poise I see your tension
I see your feed and mentions
I see you need attention
I pay no mind to that cause time is money
And wasting my sense banking on you to get through the pressure’s a mean investment
You talk so smooth when it’s time to work never see the effort
I got no problem cutting ties off
Duck and ride off
I’m running game go check the bylaws
Set the bar high
I’m on a high board, dive
Feel like a cyborg, I
Still got my eyes close, high
Up in the sky more, ride
I cut the game with a sick precision with scissors
I snip my umbilical running straight out the womb to give ’em that I make sure that everything remains raw
Y’all just talk, everything remains blah
My dogs off of the leash
These broads offer their cars, catch feelings and they offer the lease
All for the love of the game are you fucking insane?
Tryna give my squad a mansion ‘for they take ’em away, damn

[Hook]
My life’s been running all these days gone away
That don’t say much oh no no
That don’t say much oh no no no
I can’t help my sinning I’m a sinner
Save my soul, save my soul
Lord save my soul
Can you save my soul

[Verse 2]
I don’t trust all the chitter chatter we dribble past you
Why you guard yourself?
Always caught in the wrong circle get lost in the sauce heard you’ve been buying your own batch
Thinking you’ll get it cracking by lighting your own match, uh
Was back in Chapman was rapping jacking for beats, hitting practice at 5AM up till one and sometimes three
Tryna’ burn it on both ends but was watching it burn me
Watching them all watching like when will he fall see like
My girl told me "uh fuck it we good"
Untouchable must’ve been running misunderstood
Knew there was something telling me jump and knew that I could, but I couldn’t get away long enough to jump in for good
I’ve seen a lot of people fall and a lot of them pass
A lot of them shot themselves in the foot when the gas was at half empty and that envy that’s sending you back setting your clock to a whole nother rhythm must’ve been bad I mean
I went from rapping in vacant basements to rapping in front of faces amazing to see me rapping on stages
And changing my escalation making accountable statements, the statements in my account looking great I’m loving the changes ahh

[Hook]
My life’s been running all these days gone away
That don’t say much oh no no
That don’t say much oh no no no
I can’t help my sinning I’m a sinner
Save my soul, save my soul
Lord save my soul
Can you save my soul

Matt Citron – One Time (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Verse 1]
Open windows out this bedroom looking out
No wonder I can’t get my head cool when I’m out
They start to change the conversation ask me how I’m feeling
But I’ve been missing what they said so I’m running out
Think they’ve been passing what I’m doing if it’s hits ’em cool
I still remember what I told you in that empty room
You said that this is all you need that’s all you really knew but something in your head is like what happened do something change the channel get a handle on this shit
Get a camera for the script
And get a manual ’cause damn you know you planned it how know it gets and I can’t seem to find a reason not to change your mind
You left I think you tried to message back but never mind
Feels like the city gets too comfortable sometimes
It’s getting smaller
I stayed the same they keep on asking if I’m getting taller
I got my, head in clouds
Foot on the gas
And found you’re losing where you started now you’re looking to crash yeah
Found you’re losing where you started now you’re looking to crash yeah, yeah

[Hook]
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud
Look
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud

One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud

[Verse 2]
Long flights
Cold winters and hotter summers
And after all of this shit I never forgot your number
I had to call you up to tell where I’ve been
Know I’ve spent some time away from the city you must’ve seen it coming
My friends are running from something they can’t predict
And my closest circle is shifting might take a step and you slip
Oh well
Life moving
Look back and you might fall
Lately got me focused on wondering what’s the right call
‘Cause you ain’t looking for it
And I know that’s the truth
You keep deflecting all these questions they’ve been asking you
You tell em where you’re headed
Keep thinking they don’t get it
Just going over all the shit you know you had to do
Back to New York
Back to me reminiscing
Back to me going back to you
Back to you going missing
But look
I got the team right behind me I’m feeling good as hell
Never had a worry bout where I’m going know you could tell

[Hook]
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud
Yeah
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud

Matt Citron – 404 (feat. Cyhi The Prynce & Mone) (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro: Matt Citron]
ATL NTA GA 404
Yeah, No Gimmicks
Let me switch the flow up on em’ real quick
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Matt Citron]
Give it right back
Hit em with the rhythm like that
We were living tryna give em life back
Couldn’t feel em why’s that
Wise move not a tycoon
But we gotta get it busy like that
We were chilling right back in the building
When they gonna bill em for the feeling that he’s giving spilling tight raps
He been killing I know
Ride slow
Made her balance on a very tight rope
If you want it come and get it let the function cuz you know we gotta feel it like that
We been hooping alley ooping triple double never shy but we drilling like that
Drop the top go chips and guac we dip the whip and hit road no ceiling like that
No limit in the all black tinted when they
All clap living like a villain might laugh
On Ponce rolling in the bucket Honda
Windows down who gave a fuck about him
Run n shoot we had the hot sauce still got the
Same sauce but now I’m cooking ramen
Looking different when we hit the city
Candy color couping got em sitting pretty
Look at City add the R-O-N
Know we had the broads
You just borrowed them in the

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce]
(Yeah) I’m so Moreland Ave, Georgia Bap
Box Chevy, Water raft
My life was headed towards the trap
Pounds of lettuce, quarter halves
When ya selling better know ya math
Never let em catch ya sleeping can’t afford a nap
12 Pulled me over for my autograph
But I didn’t have nothing, Thank the lord for that
Midway park I was quarterback
Dropped out of school I was bored with that
My principle said I’d be a drug dealer and I wasn’t gon’ be nothing more than that
I ignored his ass, grabbed a scale
At 16 a nigga had bags to sell
Couldn’t get nothing to eat mad as hell
All I knew was keep the heat and don’t tattle tale
Had a bad little bitch who went to Avondale
Most of em wish they still had Cydel
East side nigga really had them belles
Riding down Glenwood in the black Chevelle
Broke a nail while I was trying to fill the mack with shells
Cuz I heard they looking for me and I’m not prepared
And y’all know where I’m at, All you gotta do is add the L
(Nigga)

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Verse 3: Money Makin’ Nique]
The coupe skate she like how he ride
Since 107.9 was 97.5
I had a squad of niggas, Me and several guys
I had a spot can’t discuss what we’d sell inside
But lemme take it further Brown Middle
Since Forces slouch socks sour skittles
Romona Debreaux with that ass it was swole
Coco Bruva was the nigga with the team that’s at home
Been off 20 since Fabo got beamed up
Went with Toomp niece and used to drive his truck
He don’t even know, Man I wish I could go
Take Greenbriar pictures, Stop at Eddies’ for the golds
The best place that ever did the best place that’s gon do it
The rest ain’t ever live it the rest ain’t goin through it
In this bitch feeling like Chris Wallace
Big Poppa I get dollars
9-6 is my Impala
On that Hennessy, finna hit Onyx
Finna hit miss she said the clit throbbing
Oh this yours bro, I’m a bitch robber
Nigga mad cuz his chick ridin
He can’t go shit he gon sit cryin
Nigga kap I just sit quiet
Crown Vic’s flyin
Sellin wic and buyin

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Outro: DJ Greg Street]
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Matt Citron – Never Worried (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro]
A lot of these peoples is coming incorrect dog like honestly they coming with the wrong shit
They coming out here talking about all that bullshit
Y’all some fucking losers dog, some fucking losers
You’re not kicking that shit
You’re not kicking that raw shit

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

[Verse 1]
Cheesesteak on a platter, batter up
I don’t talk a lot of shit, just add it up
Had enough, a lot of haters had a rush
Know it’s just a buzz, that don’t mean enough
I don’t feel the love, never feel the love
Know I got the touch, please don’t interrupt
Who were you before you were you?
New rappers like who is who?

[Break]
Now hold on hold on hold on
Run that shit the fuck back
Can’t nobody tell us we ain’t got the juice
We been eating like thanksgiving dinner on y’all motherfuckers
Been getting this guap
Citron bitch
Yo talk that shit bro, fuck ’em

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

[Verse 2]
Cheesesteak on a platter, batter up
I don’t talk a lot of shit, just add it up
Had enough, a lot of haters had a rush
Know it’s just a buzz, that don’t mean enough
I don’t feel the love, never feel the love
Know I got the touch, please don’t interrupt
Who were you before you were you?
New rappers like who is who?
Drink so much I’m seeing two of you
Now the bounce game got it through the roof
Got a salt stare, what I do to you?
Trying to talk it out to get it through to you
So big turn around and double back
All you dudes blow, where the bubble at?
Look at me now, who the fuck is that?
Looking clean now, who the fuck is that?
OG’s now, like we needed Matt
Who this white dude with the hater raps?
Think I’m nice too with the cedar bat
Take a swing at me, I go Ali with that
A lot of people talking I know who the rat is
Come around for the main attraction
The pic look good better make the caption
But y’all can’t write so it’s all distracting
Side tracked by like oouu the fact is
I can’t go back to the young and reckless
Let’s begin and get it in above the rim again, again
Like all we do is win
Sentimental instrumentals y’all get bent on shit I never said but still I back it up
Type of dude to see me out in public then run up to me and try to grin and dap me up
I don’t like the way your moving lately
You been shaky round me, got to watch around em
I been cautious bout em, I don’t talk about em
I don’t tell you things like how we used to do it
Things changed know you’re going through it
Made a hundred grand, I got it going stupid
Throw it all away and put it in the music
Do it all for you I hope I never lose it
I’ve been doing numbers
I’ve been doing shit I’ll never talk about
But you be going missing
I can feel the distance now I know they listening
Trying to split percentage, keeping all the winnings yeah

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

Matt Citron – Stay Down (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

[Verse 1]
Conversations with you about God and where I’m going
And talks with God about you and those same topics
Want to buy my mom a summer house off in the tropics where she can worry about the water and not the contents in our wallets
Got some things moving and booming now it has to be major
Skipped on a major been running court the scores in my favor
Knew this was coming since Chapman Hall with the music playing
Only concerned with discussions from what the crew was saying
Like who was playing those records back in the early days
And who was checking me then
While looking back on those hurricanes in my freshman year so thankful when I took the flight
It changed my life when I played my cards and I rolled the dice
I talked to Ethan and told him I think that year was a dream we just got to live and those beats we kept on repeat just might take us above the rim and around the country if not the globe
Those big talks in a small room we just had to grow

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

[Verse 2]
Run it back
Don’t ask to see it I’m not done with that
I need that peace of mind that you might be the one for that
Fly out the country got you wondering just where I’m at
And if we’re good and if I’m gon’ prove it just make it last
Just make it happen and shit the team gon’ push it forever
I got my shit together
I got my squad on my jersey from A-T-L to New Jersey I always knew it was worth it they kept me humble and working
Remember searching for purpose back in the day when my only focus was true connection
I guess it still is but now they move when I send a message
I send my best to ones who neglected to find perspective
Or fell off the map when they never figured to check directions
Scared I’m losing all my friends by working this hard
I say I’m working for y’all
But they don’t see it like that
Searching for balance between obsession and passion I might be passing the limit I go missing still bring it right back yeah

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

Matt Citron – Shallow Waters (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Verse 1]
Another night in the shallow water
Finding depths in a hollow bottle and a model body not a V12
Seats leather they heating well
Eating well ’cause I’m well spoken
Your bell’s broken mine’s ringing off
Kit the cat but can’t break ’em off
Kinda torn I can’t take ’em all
Learn ya something might do you good if you knew the way you’d find dues to pay
Who’s the realest?
Lately I put the I in realest I just don’t have the time to feel it
You just don’t have the grind to kill it
Keeping track of these bills is hard
Who’s the Russell and who’s the Walton it ain’t all black and white
Shades of grey in my hazel eyes I don’t cry behind them I ride with mine in mind
Mine is mine and mine blowing up and my ride or die might go parachute
So fuck your feelings and fuck your boo I might fuck her too then go ghost on her
I’m the one who does most honor
Mulan with that rouge on and dope cosigners
Grab the wheel with no ghost riders
Imma write em obituaries
Coldest booming in January
Born again back in 94 in my past life I was a half life and then a crack pipe and then an ancient King now I’m back and still killing things like uh

[Hook]
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Pimping strut
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Flip it up (yeah)

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain, that rain

[Verse 2]
But let’s get back to topic
‘Cause all your top picks are dropping shit and then head to the Sixers
Those losing records find new perspectives so rude to mention your crew right next mine
Who’s the next in line?
Who’s been texting my line and talking bout lies and walking past signs
I’m talking my p’s and off of my q’s
I’m high on that pussy power no booze when if and I choose to rip then I do then lift the mic too and hit the right cue and grip the right tool and switch the rhyme up
Pass and hit the right blunt
Feeling brave when I’m chiefing
Think tonight she might cut
But if she don’t then no worries
I am not the one hurried
I am not the one quick to run when you see me now it looks blurry very early
To call to game
Looking now and it’s all the same
Artists now are like forgers
Sketchy characters draw the same
Crew been running tight quarters
Investments all in right order
Rapping like I struck oil
Platinum plans that you foiled
Think about it you foiled
Y’all candy rappers in the lunchroom
Can’t be acting like touch fouls when you lose your head way too much soon but I’m poised

[Hook]
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Pimping strut
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Flip it up (yeah)

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain, that rain

[Skit]
(Voicemail:)
"Oh shocker it’s your fucking voicemail. I know you see me calling and texting you Matt. You can’t ignore me forever. You know what, don’t even bother. I’m fucking done. Bye."

21 Savage – 100 Lyrics

(Intro)
21, 21, 21
Slaughter Gang
21
21 Gang
Y’all know what the f..k popping
Slaughter Gang s**t
21, 21

(Chorus)
Choppa on me hold a 100, (100
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100, 200
Choppa on me hold a 100, 300
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21, 21

(Verse 1)
Choppa on me, hold a 100
Pull up on your ni**a, gun him
Pull up on your ni**as running
21, 21, 21
Pull up on you, get to clapping
Slaughter Gang known for whacking
Slaughter Gang known for trapping
21
I’m 21 Savage, I play with them sticks
21 Savage, I play with them bricks
21 Savage, I play with your bi**h
Groupie bi**hes, I just nut on their lips
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock
12 gauge knock you outta your socks

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl
I got a white bi**h, play with her nose, snort coke
VVS diamonds, yeah they froze, bling, blaow
So rich I bought my bi**h a ring for her toe, rich ni**a s**t
50 thousand on me, hol up, 100 thousand on me, hol’ up
200 on a Bentley, hol up I’m in this bi**h doing donuts
Choppa hold me hold a 100, bi**h
Glock 40 with the 30 clip
ZL6 you know it’s rented bi**h
Ni**as faking and we run it, bi**h

Rich Homie Quan feat. YFN Lucci – Ya Ya Lyrics

(Intro – Rich Homie Quan)
Wooh!
Lucci with me
Quan with me
Yeaah!
Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that?
I’mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 1 – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston f**king with lil Rob
Before all the stripping, before the galore
Before the galore I had millions and more
Before the tour I had been ran it up
Shaking and shivering when I went to court
Take it or give it but I want it all, I want it all
I’mma take it all, she know I’m gon do it, I want it all
Tryna get me a hundred million before I go, I want it all
Yeah I want it all
Rich homie baby!
Hold up, wait, stop it, hey!
I want it all like I never had it
Never had nothing don’t do no bragging
Steal from me one time wrap him up and
Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I f**k with Philly but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I’m eating bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
Ay Quan tell em what you got on you

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 2 – YFN Lucci)
I put them bricks in the back
I get em going that’s a fact
They know that I’m strapped
I wanna sip on some Act
When I pull up they say no he can go back
You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash
You know all these f**k ni**as mad
You know I don’t wanna hear nothing bout the shit that you had
And I don’t wanna speak on the past, bi**h you can’t sleep in my pad
All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bi**h let’s go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I don’t need no bi**h na**ing
And all of this money, man all of these problems
All problems we gon be revolving, and if we revolving we gon solve the problems
And I don’t really be capping
The time to cap, bi**h I’m bout the action
When I pull up they gon know ain’t no asking
Pour up a four then we go and get active
It 4 in the morning, I’m up and I’m ready
Gotta get full off them muthaf**king karats
I gotta have it I’m a muthaf**king savage

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah
Yeah yea

T-Pain feat. Zoey Dollaz – Feel Like I’m Haitian Lyrics

(Verse 1 – T-Pain)
Got a motherf**king six shooter stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain’t playing, I ain’t scared of em
Tell them pu**y ni**as let’s dance
Chopper make your body wobble
Make your head bobble up and down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon go left
Yeah, cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Man I got too many people sitting on the porch
Got some light-skinned bi**hes sitting by the torch
My ni**as got that flare, screaming you your
Different neighborhood
Craz
The police don’t even come round when we get it
My mama in the kitchen screaming f**k them other bi**hes
See me in the streets with that flag on my face

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m

(Verse 2 – Zoey Dollaz)
18-O-4, that’s my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain’t in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n’ap boule
All my zoes get it up when I lay
I feel like I’m Haitian but I am though
Haitian ni**a’s strap bigger than Rambo
Lil Haiti, Haitians thank you for our boat ride
You either f**k with us or don’t
Ni**a we ain’t going for the both sides
Ask em how them Haitian ni**as do it
Zoe life or no life, yeah ni**a, that’s the movement
Come to Florida, enjoy your vacation
But make sure you down with some Haitians

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Haitians
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom

(Verse 3 – T-Pain)
I ain’t gotta tell you that I run with the shooters
Ni**a you gon find out
Ni**a this is my house
And i’ll put a pussy ni**a up on time-out
Put him in a box he can’t climb out
Ain’t no bobbing and weaving, I send them round
You can keep on taking dimes out
But this ugly bi**h I’m with gon pull that fire out
Like, die die diggity die now
You was talking that s**t, you acting pie now
You just stepped over the line now
You better ask god for a sign now
You try to knock my hustle, knock your lights out
My ni**as got the rifle with the sights out
Them Haitian ni**as come and cross your life off
For that white girl, Amy Winehouse

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I’m feeling like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m

Cassiya – Liberte Zom lyrics

Libertй zom bizin ziste
Libetй zom bizin cosй dificile }2

Si nou tou conscien ki nou tou pareil
Nou pou bizin trouve nou libertй }2

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame bizin lйvй
Pour nou ale trouve nou libertй

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame lйvй
Pour nou ale trouve nou libertй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne sйl l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente pensй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne sйl l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente mentalitй

C pour ca ki zom pan kore trouve so libertй }4

Libertй zom bizin ziste
Libetй zom bizin cosй dificile }2

Si nou tou conscien ki nou tou pareil
Nou pou bizin trouve nou libertй }2

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame bizin lйvй
Pou nou ale trouve nou libertй

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame lйvй
Pou nou ale trouve nou libertй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne sйl l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente pensй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne seul l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente mentalitй

C por ca ki zom pan kore trouve so libertй }4

Zom femme
Femme zom
Tou lй dй bizin morche ensame }6

Zom femme
Femme zom
Tou lй dй bizin morche ensame }5…

Stephanie Mabey – The Zombie Song lyrics

Our love story
Could be kinda gory.
Far from boring,
We’d meet at a post-apocalypse.
Yeah, I’d be slowly walking,
In a group stalking you,
You’d be the only man alive
That I could not resist.

Then all of your friends,
They’d try to kill us.
But only because
They’d be jealous
That our love is deeper than Edward
And Bella’s.

Oh, if I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart, yeah, oh.
If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart,
‘Cause I want ya.

You’d be hiding in
A second floor apartment,
Knocking all the stairs down,
To save your life
From the undead.
Double-barrel shotgun,
Taking out the slow ones
Then you’d see the passion
Burning in my eye.
And I’d keep my head.

Then all of your friends,
They’d try to kill us.
But only because
They’d be jealous
That our love is deeper than Edward
And Bella’s.

Oh, if I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart, yeah, oh.
If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart,
‘Cause I want ya.

And I’d try not to bite and infect you because,
I’d respect you too much.
Yeah, that’s why I’d wait until we got married.
Oh, and our happiest days would be spent
Picking off all your friends
And they’d see a love this deep won’t stay buried.

If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart, yeah, oh.
If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart,
‘Cause I want ya.