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Belly – Consuela (feat. Young Thug & Zack) (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Belly]
She hit the plane with half a kilo
She turned around and said tranquilo
Tomorrow meet me at mi casa
Just call me when you know que pasa
I think I’m falling for consuela
She’s from the slums of Venezuela
No I can’t wait until mañana
I fly to meet you in Havana
I’m dressed in black just like mi gente
Like es el dia de la muerte
She’s only loyal to el jefe
I bet she taste just like tres leches

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 2: Young Thug + Zack Kharbouch]
I gave a ‘Rari to my brother (skrt-skrt-skrt)
I bought a mansion for my mother (for my mother)
I got like 20 xans, all colors (xannies and percs)
I’ma get these hoes in love with [?]
Turned to a boss, I’m writing checks (writing checks)
Got 20,000 VV’s on my neck (on my neck)
Turned to a monster, I’m T-Rex
I’m with your wife, no I don’t kiss her, hey
She got me running like El Chapo
I took my other bitch to Cabo
All she call me is el jefe
Feds asking questions, no comprende

[Hook]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

[Verse 3: Belly + Zach Kharbouch]
She love to argue papa fuera
Gave her love but she no quería
She used to sing guantanamera
Diamonds dancing, Macarena
I’m tryna be a caballero
I think she only love dinero
She have some beef and dropped some pesos
That’s hamburguesa with the queso

[Hook: Belly]
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela
I think I’m falling for consuela

Belly – Outkast (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Intro: Belly]
Gain the world or lose it all
Gain it back again
Bounce back

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce back
Bitch I run the whole check up then I bounce back
My lil’ baby like to get on top and bounce it
Run it back up on that ass when she bounce it
You know I brought a whole pound
Bitch I’m the man in my town
Bitch I spent that whole check and then I bounce back
I run this back up on that ass

[Verse 1: Belly]
All we had was thorns in the rose garden
No calm before the storm warning
Cold mornings made us cold hearted
My dawg could whip a fuckin’ brick on a George Foreman
The shit that drives me would drive you crazy don’t try to save me
Rock fly Versace and drive Mercedes the modern ’80s
I’m kinda crazy, paranoid my driver shady
I’m at the lowest and my highest lately
I was dodgin’ evictions
Couldn’t afford my addictions
With my father in prison
Family poverty stricken
Felt like we all got convicted
No one bothered to visit
Livin’ in awful conditions
Still put my dawgs in position, like woah woah
We worship money like this shit was religion but no no
‘Cause once I got it felt like something was missin’ my whole soul
Three stacks for a loud pack
No bad for a outkast
Pulled up in that big boy
Never thought I would bounce back

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce back
Bitch I run the whole check up then I bounce back
My lil’ baby like to get on top and bounce it
Run it back up on that ass when she bounce it
You know I brought a whole pound
Bitch I’m the man in my town
Bitch I spent that whole check and then I bounce back
I run this back up on that ass

[Verse 2: Belly]
My bitch pull up like Joan of Arc, the coldest heart
Belly Bonaparte my dawgs’ll pick your fuckin’ bones apart
To ride this wave you need Noah’s Ark and his golden heart
Wait, I bear the holy mark although my soul is dark
A sleepless night for every promise I would never keep
Ten thousand on sheets although I never sleep
I’m havin’ day dreams of eatin’ you out
My face is the best fuckin’ seat in the house
Wait, no sympathy we take it religiously
I took your bitch to Tiffany she had an epiphany
Trips to Tripoli don’t trip we do this shit differently
The sound of victory, I almost drowned in the symphony
Now tell these fuckin’ house rats, me I got the mouse trap
Load and cock it back and tell ’em all to meet me out back
Three stacks for that loud pack
No bad for a outkast
Pulled up in that big boy
Never thought I would bounce back

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce that, bounce back
Bitch I run the whole check up then I bounce back
My lil’ baby like to get on top and bounce it
Run it back up on that ass when she bounce it
You know I brought a whole pound
I’m the man in my town
Bitch I spent that whole check then I bounce back
I run this back up on that ass

Belly – Hollywood Interlude (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Hook]
She would do for a pair of shoes or a row of pearl
With these superficial girls
In this artificial world
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
If you knew what it would take to love me down
You would turn back around
And I’d return to this two-faced town
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood

[Verse 1]
I take this bottle form the shelf go straight to bottom where all my demons dwell
She said welcome to Hell where you can scream but they won’t hear you yell
On the first train to Hollywood
Train to Hollywood
To go find someone else
Baby I can be what you need
Be what you need
Cause I don’t feel like myself
La la la la la la
Oh no, I don’t feel like myself
La la la la la la

[Hook]
She would do for a pair of shoes or a row of pearl
With these superficial girls
In this artificial world
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
If you knew what it would take to love me down
You would turn back around
And I’d return to this two-faced town
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood
La la la la la la la
Hollywood

Belly – Seven Day Love (feat. Ashanti) (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Belly]
You used to hit my phone to make a dick appointment
Used to tell me he was nothing but a disappointment
Used to watch him suffer for your own enjoyment
And he would send you checks for nothing like its unemployment
Back to the streets that I roam like Caesar’s home
I sleep alone don’t need a throne to each his own
She’s cold my sheets cold I dream alone
Invested in her but now she’d rather be alone
I keep a black rose that in the back of a black Rolls
That I use like a black hearse no church just black clothes
Hold up, I lay back and took the last sip
I told her my dick taste like the last bitch
Pic reveal, this shit is real
And if these drugs don’t kill me I swear these bitches will
Your picture on my windowsill I just get the chills
But somethin’s missin’ from the picture still

[Hook: Belly & Ashanti]
Layin’ in this bed I don’t even sleep
Summer come around we don’t even speak
Say you goin’ away I don’t even reach ya
Seven day love got me feelin’ weak
Oh lord
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh lord

[Verse 2: Belly]
I used dream about her even fiend about her
Bad bitches she got a team around her
I was the plug when she needed power
I show up and her leaning like the Pisa tower
Life’s a bitch and you can’t play in fate
Then she broke my heart and left a band-aid
I wish we fell in love with our eyes closed
Say the word and I’ma show up with the blindfolds
Flexin’, you always flexin’ fuck all your exes
You in the baller section tryna teach us all a lesson
So I don’t bother calling you don’t bother textin’
Ironically I think I get the message

[Break]
Hey
I haven’t heard from you in a while
I just want to say
I just pray that you stay safe

[Hook: Belly & Ashanti]
Layin’ in this bed I don’t even sleep
Summer come around we don’t even speak
Say you goin’ away I don’t even reach ya
Seven day love got me feelin’ weak
Oh lord
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh lord

[Outro]
To answer your life goals before anything else
I love you

[Hook: Belly & Ashanti]
Layin’ in this bed I don’t even sleep
Summer come around we don’t even speak
Say you goin’ away I don’t even reach ya
Seven day love got me feelin’ weak
Oh lord
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh lord

Belly – Can’t Feel A Thing (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Intro: Sampled]

[Verse 1: Belly]
Screamin’ ’til we overdose
I almost did the other day
You can’t handle what you’re seein’
Baby, you should look away
I was laying in the kitchen
Shit, I didn’t even pray
Smile all on my face
This the shit that I embrace
Boy, I blow a quarter million
Got it just the other day
So addicted to prescriptions
And these dirty concentrates
I been poppin’, I been sippin’
I been smokin’ all day
Half a trip away, I’m a doctors slip away

[Hook: Belly]
Why you feel so different to me
Something feels so different to me
(You know, you know)
Maybe you’re just trippin’ like me (I know, I know)
Honestly I can’t feel a thing (you know, you know, you know)
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me

[Verse 2: Belly]
So the story goes, baby
Bitches come and go
You don’t even love me when the batch is runnin’ low
Nevermind, you were never mine, that’s a lie
Money made you blind
I can see it in your eyes
Getting high every 45 minutes
Man it’s somethin’ else
Pop a couple Adderall
Wash it down with percocet
Think I need some padded walls
Leaning just in case I fall
Only cheap liquor left
Smell like rubbin’ alcohol

[Hook: Belly]
Why you feel so different to me?
Different to me
Something feels so different to me
(You know, you know)
Maybe you’re just trippin’ like me (I know, I know)
Honestly I can’t feel a thing (you know, you know, you know)
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me
Different to me

Belly – Actin Different (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
I say I’m goin’ ham but it’s against my religion
Came in this bitch, never ask for permission, uh
Mix it, sip it, drink it, try to think it over and you’ll prolly overthink it, uh
Am I trippin’, sh, listen, sh grown men talkin’ like bitches
These days I can barely even tell the difference
Hate in their blood like a motherfuckin’ sickness
Wet pussy drippin’, got ’em all slippin’
And you wanna act livid cause we all livin’
There’s enough to go around, we can all get it
And they say small world, I say large prison
I’m a savage I’ve been actin’ vicious
All this money got me actin’ different
I just need a pack of bad bitches, that’ll blast for me like they sacrilegious

[Hook]
Lately I’ma savage I’ve been actin’ vicious
They say this money got me actin’ different
They say this money got me actin’ different
They say this money got me actin’ different
I fell in love with this shit, got myself addicted
You can’t complain about the pain, when it’s self inflicted
I’m talking jealous friends, these selfish bitches
They say this money got me actin’ different
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
You must be from Hell for Heaven’s sake
She make holy water evaporate
I might eat the pussy for half a date
Revenge got a better aftertaste
24/7 my mama pray
12 never ever cracked a case
I’m crackin’ cases to celebrate
Money is all I will ever chase
Talking birds, ooou you say that you selling weight
You know we call that shit feather weight
I snap on everything Velous made
Opportunity knock, I answer the door in my robe and my socks
She take some shoes for the pussy
You sell your soul for the box

[Hook]
Lately I’ma savage I’ve been actin’ viscous
They say this money got me actin’ different
They say this money got me actin’ different
They say this money got me actin’ different
I fell in love with this shit, got myself addicted
You can’t complain about the pain, when it’s self inflicted
I’m talking jealous friends, these selfish bitches
They say this money got me actin’ different
Oh Lord

Yung Simmie – Underground King (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Hook]
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
I kill em’ with the swag, I make a hater mad
I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
She won’t leave me alone, blowin’ up my phone
I got her mind goin’, but I’m off the mount
Prolly in the trap, whippin’ up a mil
The UnderGround King, screamin’ fuck a deal
Leanin’ to the right, I just popped the seal
I be so for real, my life is surreal
I told my niggas chill, they be poppin’ pills
And I’m a young boss, I be closin’ deals
Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels

[Verse]
I’m leanin’ off this drank, lovin’ how it feels
Smokin’ on that stank, I picked it out the field
I’m shinin’ like a diamond, gold in my grills
Blowin’ up my phone, I have to tell her chill
And I ain’t talkin’ runnin’, but I’m chasin’ mills
I be hella hungry, I came to [?]
You playin’ with my funds, you might get whacked cuz I don’t fuck with snakes and I don’t fuck with rats
You know who I am, call me Uncle Sam
Smellin’ like a pound, I roll em by the gram
I told my niggas chill, they be goin’ ham
You keyboard thuggers, keep sendin’ spam
My hittas off the pills, you better write your will
They leave you underwater, hope you got your gills
I’m from FLA, where niggas die all day
I heard that you be chillin’, we just grind all day
I’m a young boss, I can’t take a loss
All my niggas eatin’, you can’t taste the sauce
You just do the talk, me I walk the walk
And if it’s drama time, then the pistols spark
All is fun and games, leave it at the park
We beat pussies up, like it’s after dark
I’m baggin’ any bitch, like it’s K Mart
Smokin’ on the jay, while I jaywalk
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don’t wanna race, I can’t come in last

[Hook]
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
I kill em’ with the swag, I make a hater mad
I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
She won’t leave me alone, blowin’ up my phone
I got her mind goin’, but I’m off the mount
Prolly in the trap, whippin’ up a mil
The UnderGround King, screamin’ fuck a deal
Leanin’ to the right, I just popped the seal
I be so for real, my life is surreal
I told my niggas chill, they be poppin’ pills
And I’m a young boss, I be closin’ deals
Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels

Yung Simmie – Mr Green Thumb (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Intro]
Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green Thumb
Yuhhh

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb

[Verse]
I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

[Hook]
Bitch I’m from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed, Mr. Green Thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo’ fucking head bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green Thumb

Yung Simmie – Get To The Money (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s Simmie Season
We still smokin’
Yeah
Simmie Season 2

[Hook]
I wake up and go get the money
I pull up and my niggas smoking in public
The OG pack stankin’ and smellin’ digustin’
You ain’t talkin’ money can’t have a discussion
The choppa hit you and give you concussion
We could talk it out if a nigga talkin’ money
I’m overseas, I’m smokin’ in London
I’m counting the money I’m and real you buffin’
Drank in my cup, I be sippin’ on muddy
She don’t wanna fuck you, you don’t got no money
Niggas be talking but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothin’ I get to the money
‘Cause when I was bummy, she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now I got money she say that she love me
These niggas be talkin’, but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothing I get to the money

[Bridge]
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
‘Cause when I was bummy she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now that I got I money she say that she love me

[Verse]
I forgot to text my bitch, I was thinkin’ bout cash
I don’t even need no food, I just need that bag
If I ain’t doin’ shit I’m prolly thinkin’ about racks
Had to get it in my pocket, flip it make it right back
Simmie Season, money-making season 24/7
Countin’ dead presidents I been up since 7
I got that hustler’s ambition, getting money’s the mission
When the fam say they hungry I cook up in the kitchen

[Hook]
I wake up and go get the money
I pull up and my niggas smoking in public
The OG pack stankin’ and smellin’ digustin’
You ain’t talkin’ money can’t have a discussion
The choppa hit you and give you concussion
We could talk it out if a nigga talkin’ money
I’m overseas, I’m smokin’ in London
I’m counting the money I’m and real you buffin’
Drank in my cup, I be sippin’ on muddy
She don’t wanna fuck you, you don’t got no money
Niggas be talking but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothin’ I get to the money
‘Cause when I was bummy, she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now I got money she say that she love me
These niggas be talkin’, but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothing I get to the money

[Bridge]
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
‘Cause when I was bummy she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now that I got I money she say that she love me

Yung Simmie – Bucks (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Hook]
If he sendin’ shots then my niggas can get you
They sendin’ shots, bullets rip through your tissue
I told her stop talking, give me the dental
I’m on yo’ block swervin whippin’ a rental
And what I smoke is official
You niggas see-through like crystals
Comin’ wrong, it’s only right like a pencil that I erase you
Make your girl forget you
I wanted the money ever since I was little
I gotta eat I ain’t talkin McGriddle
You niggas sweeter than skittles
I’m posted up, big blunts hold ’em up
Got purple in my cup, now your girl wanna fuck
I’m ’bout money I can never get enough
I should play for Milwaukee ’cause I’m all about my bucks
I’m posted up, big blunts hold ’em up
Got purple in my cup, now your girl wanna fuck
I’m ’bout money I can never get enough
I should play for Milwaukee ’cause I’m all about my bucks

[Verse]
I’m gettin to the bucks, OG got me stuck
I smoke one for breakfast, I smoke one for lunch
I be with my plug, gotta get it out the mud
She rollin’ up my weed, blow in smoke with your girl
This is my world, I’m feelin like Tony
You niggas don’t know me you better not approach me
We shootin two 30s, drop 60 like Kobe, get smoked like a stogey
I’m comin’ so different so fuck your decision
Whippin the Benzo came a long way from Mustang
Upgrade from midpack now we smokin’ on propane
Niggas be hatin but I don’t feel no pain
I’m comin so different, my weed is expensive, pay up just to hit it
I cook up in the kitchen, I double my digits, I piss on a critic

[Hook]
If he sendin’ shots then my niggas can get you
They sendin’ shots, bullets rip through your tissue
I told her stop talking, give me the dental
I’m on yo’ block swervin whippin’ a rental
And what I smoke is official
You niggas see-through like crystals
Comin’ wrong, it’s only right like a pencil that I erase you
Make your girl forget you
I wanted the money ever since I was little
I gotta eat I ain’t talkin McGriddle
You niggas sweeter than skittles
I’m posted up, big blunts hold ’em up
Got purple in my cup, now your girl wanna fuck
I’m ’bout money I can never get enough
I should play for Milwaukee ’cause I’m all about my bucks
I’m posted up, big blunts hold ’em up
Got purple in my cup, now your girl wanna fuck
I’m ’bout money I can never get enough
I should play for Milwaukee ’cause I’m all about my bucks

Yung Simmie – Sucka Free (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Hook]
I’m from where suckas don’t make it at
I’m really from the block but my dogs never chasin’ cats
Actin tough, get you touched like a Apple app
My niggas keep the strap, if it’s pressure they handle that
I’m from where suckas don’t make it at
I’m really from the block but my dogs never chasin’ cats
Actin tough, get you touched like a Apple app
My niggas keep the strap, if it’s pressure they handle that

[Verse]
And you be sleepin’, I be workin’ I be stayin’ up
Doin’ homework then kill these niggas like its Manhunt
And I’m smokin’ loud pack so speak up if you sayin’ somthin’
‘Cause I be bout my ransom
I’m young black and handsome
But that ain’t even half of it
‘Cause I be with my savages
Takin’ shots from long range and I ain’t talkin’ selfie sticks
I’m too dope I could’ve sold bricks
But I’d rather take my time and write rhymes, then fuck your bitch

[Hook]
I’m from where suckas don’t make it at
I’m really from the block but my dogs never chasin’ cats
Actin tough, get you touched like a Apple app
My niggas keep the strap, if it’s pressure they handle that
I’m from where suckas don’t make it at
I’m really from the block but my dogs never chasin’ cats
Actin tough, get you touched like a Apple app
My niggas keep the strap, if it’s pressure they handle that

Yung Simmie – OG Simmie (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
A money getter no beginner
I make it a hot winter, my niggas gorillas
They chest bigger, my checks bigger
You next nigga, why you tryna flex nigga?
I’m never worried about the next nigga, on to the next nigga
She gon’ cry if I tell her she can’t get a picture
I’m legendary don’t compare me to these rap niggas
I’m way slicker, my bars iller, my balls bigger
I’m still the same I never change like y’all niggas
Big blunts when we smoke we call ’em Godzilla
I’m prolly steppin out the fog nigga
I’m prolly sprintin’ to the money, I can’t jog with ya
And I can never save a bitch I ain’t God nigga
The underdog, they tried to crop me out the big picture
The Holocaust, I’m killin’ rap niggas call me Hitler
I make ’em dinner, a real Florida nigga, I don’t smoke swishers
Backwoods with some OG in it, a OG in it, I’m talkin bout the game
They gon switch on you when they think that you change
And if you still smokin haze we ain’t on the same page
I had to take a step back ’cause I’m ahead of my days
I got money on my brain
And you just another lame
I roll blunts and take planes, you do it for the fame
I stack the money, I can never change
Gotta stay true to the game

[Hook]
I’m leanin on a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin’ coke
Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store
Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low

[Verse 2]
I might pull up on your bitch, that’s a hit and go
I blow the smoke and disappear like a magic show
Micheal Jackson I got moves on the dance floor
If you talkin money it’s in my pocket where my hands go
No competition when I’m diggin in my bag
Lyrical clips I’m sendin’ shots that you never had
All facts, I don’t like to brag
I be rollin jet fuel, real smokers smoke straight gas
I’m so sick I might sneeze on the track
Got shorty texting me like, "When you comin back?"
When I’m done chasin racks and that will be never
I gotta stay solid, this niggas soft as my leather
I’m twistin up like propellers
I’m bout my cheese no mozzarella
And you ain’t ever met a fella that is ’bout whatever
I make competition with myself gettin better
I make a hater kill himself, I’ll buy the stretcher
Yeah, don’t understand? Nigga take a seat
Chasin after me is like chasin a dream in your sleep
Yeah, and you can never be hot as me
I’m smokin blunts with the devil on this balcony

[Hook]
I’m leanin off a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin’ coke
Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store
Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low

Yung Simmie – Closed Casket (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse]
I’m from the bottom don’t you think I just came up
I’m breaking down this OG, roll it up and then I flame up
Like weights, I just had to lift my name up
Bench press your mistress, get dick but I don’t claim her
I Mercedes Benz cruise, I just win, I don’t lose
Ballin’ on you dudes, Polo tee with my Jordan 2s
And while you hittin’ snooze I’m in the sky smokin’ on the moon
I separate myself from the fake when I step out the room
They tryna bit my swag, I’m diggin’ in my bag
No love lost ’cause a heart is what I never had
Rollin’ up the gas, face blunt, I don’t like to pass
Money in the stash, hit the mall, pop a couple tabs
Back to the grind, need my money in that paper bag
Money, motivation, they tryna anticipate it
I’m wavy I’m hardly faded
You fakin’ tryna get famous
You’re worthless, I be busy I’m workin’
Eyes low, I be smokin’
My weed man, he the man
He pull up like it’s urgent
I’m hella picky if it ain’t sticky then I can’t roll it
I’m hella picky if it ain’t gas then I can’t smoke it
I’m hella picky if it ain’t bands then I don’t want it
I keep my distance from distractions I be stayin’ focused
All my hittas thirsty, they might hit you leave yo’ can open
I’m smokin’ anaconda blunts yo’ blunts short-noticed
I hold ’em by the gram, big clouds can’t even hold you
And I let my money talk, the tryna change the subject
Haters hate it but I love it, rappers actin’ suspect
And when I’m hungry take yo’ lunch and come back for more
Don’t run, black holes and white tees that’s dominoes
And for that money, I ball hard like a net and goal
I do it for my fans that support me and be at my shows
Rookie niggas still gettin’ ashes on they clothes
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed

[Outro]
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed
When the casket close, I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed

Yung Simmie – Smoke Clouds (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse]
I’m with my niggas and we smokin’ on that girl scout
No I can’t kick it with you niggas bring the girls out
I’m prolly rollin’ up some weed you never heard about
You know I’m all about my facts, fuck yo’ word of mouth
Who smokin’ Reggie? Nigga point him out
‘Cause this the loud-pack section, we’ll kick you out
Why it’s a drought? That some shit you gotta figure out
‘Cause all my niggas smokin’ loud, we don’t need to shout
One puff might knock you out
And if she ain’t rollin’ weed or suckin’ D I gotta kick her out
Man I remember smokin’ blunts in my mom’s house
She was on the way home, I had to get the smell out
Backwoods when we smokin’ out
I can’t smoke with rookie niggas that be coughin’ loud
All nugs, no shake look like Brussel sprouts
So what the fuss about?
You the type of nigga smoke a roach and burn your mouth
You know my music bring the smokers out
And now yo’ girl wanna smoke and see what I’m about
But I’m that nigga that’s without a doubt
He think he hot? I’ll blow his candle out
I’m on that paper route
So don’t be swervin’ in my lane ’cause I might take you out
You get smoked like some hash like we bakin’ out
I hear the rumors that be goin’ ’round
But I’m coolin’ takin’ dabs, blowin’ smoke clouds

Yung Simmie – 3 In 1 (Freestyle) (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Fake niggas will never know realer
Ape shit like I hang with gorillas
Niggas talk hard they ain’t no killer
‘Til we pull up like "Hey lil’ nigga"
No like halo nigga
Extendos at yo’ halo nigga
Yeah I smoke but I don’t do swishers
Smokin’ moon rocks I moon walk like "Thriller"
My bitch white so I am that nigga
I pill up the block layin’ shots out the window
You can’t keep up ’cause yo’ ends low
I gotta be myself niggas copy like ten fold
I go hard but I make it look simple
I gave that bitch back she was somethin’ like a rental
I don’t wanna fuck, give me dental
If her ex here he get whipped with a pistol
So don’t diss me I don’t diss you
Ain’t talkin’ money I’ma have to dismiss you
Niggas sayin’ what they won’t do
Playin’ both sides but I been with the same crew
Been sippin’ drank, I be smokin’ stain
Nigga fuck beer I don’t do the brew
I be in the cut, rollin’ up the weed
Smokin’ by myself I won’t smoke with you
You ain’t from my hood what you doin’ on my block boy?
You lookin’ unusual
A suspect, and I make my hoes upset
If I don’t give ’em dick, they gon’ protest
I’m a jerk, no reject
Gettin’ to the money ’cause I need that
Pull up on yo’ block if you late where my green at?

[Verse 2: Lil Dred]
I be on the block where you can’t come
Catch you slippin’ on the block where you ain’t from
Once you hear them shots then you can’t run
Smooth criminal, like "Where the fuck he came from?"
Steph Curry nigga check out where I aim from
Ridin’ ’round with three Ks no handguns
KKK I’ma hang some
Hellboy, where you think I got this flame from?
Fuck boy, where you think I got this chain from?
If you lookin’ like a lick we gon’ take some
Head cracked like dice I’ma shake some
If I hit ’em with the right I’ma break somethin’
Once they see you tryna win now the hate comin’
I just play the back scene I don’t say nothin’
Yeah he doin’ a lot of talkin’ but he stay frontin’
Since you niggas wanna quack I will duck hunt

[Verse 3: Nell]
Feelin’ like motherfuck a hater
Type of nigga pull up all black like a raider
Type of shots loud enough to shake the equator
Killer clan coward talkin’ cut like a sabertooth
Whenever we aim at you, bitch we be buck
Pull up I’m a truck whenever we hit ’em up
Fuck nigga give it up, we deep like a sativa
Never gave a fuck ’bout a nigga so we thuggin’ when they see us
We just in a different city rollin’ weed up
Play my music for his girl and now she wanna meet us
In the hood smokin’ good throwin’ triple Cs up
Bitch you can give my dick a kiss
Nigga you can get with this
Mac shit, trill shit
Tryna act like Kill Bill in a field, bet a nigga get killed quick
Broke a nigga down for them pounds and them millions
Money, motivation, and Miami make us kill shit

Yung Simmie – Slick Talk (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse]
I was in the back where they left me at
Nigga you don’t know me where you seen me at?
I be on the court where my team be at
You be on the sidelines where the cheerleaders be at
You know I’m always busy chasin’ greenbacks
I double back, I’m the hitman with double straps
And now I got yo’ chick high ’cause I got the sack
I’m switchin’ lanes, doin’ donuts in a Pontiac
Niggas claim they spitters where yo’ bars at?
If he ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money I won’t call back
I call Ricky, he pull up now yo’ skull cracked
I call Momo he pull up with that big mac
I’m smokin’ strong like a six pack
These niggas lie so I got no choice but to spit facts
I’m the last of my kind
I’m stackin’ every penny I could never drop a dime
And I can tell when you lyin’
I’m writin’ music on the plane just to make the time fly
Bitch I might do a drive-by
When I’m askin’ for my money better look me in my eye
And keep it real don’t lie
Tell me how you fucked it up tryna eat the whole pie
Fake niggas I despise
I can’t even trust a chick ’cause she only want my prize
I gotta eat so I’m want the supersize
One minute they with you then they wanna scrutinize
And I don’t like to socialize
I smoke OG ’til I got the China eyes
I was smoked out before it was legalized
And I can spot a hater with my eagle eyes
And you don’t even wanna battle
From the Wild, Wild, South, I might pull up on my saddle
You know I rose out the gravel
Only God can judge me, fuck a man with a gavel
You know how I’m comin’
Bang Camp Drumming, it’s nothin’

[Outro]
I just, I just, you know
I could’ve killed the last two bars, but it’s Simmie Season
Niggas know what it is
I mean, bow

Alyson Stoner – Woman (While You Were Sleeping EP)

[Verse 1]
I am not here to play nice
Or leave with a good review
Been in trouble once or twice
Biting more than I could chew

[Pre-Chorus]
Not my fault that I can do it like a man ’cause a woman no different
On the floor, I’m already a step ahead, see the cards you’re playing, baby
No chance left for your politics, better get a witness
I will never be contained, I got too much to say

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m a woman
Woman
I’m a woman
Woman

[Verse 2]
Toe to toe and head to head
Sweating bullets, I am sure
About to raise the stakes again
Time that I settled the score

[Pre-Chorus]
Not my fault that I can do it like a man ’cause a woman no different
On the floor, I’m already a step ahead, see the cards you’re playing, baby
No chance left for your politics, better get a witness
I will never be contained, I got too much to say

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m a woman
Woman
I’m a woman
Woman

[Verse 3]
Okay, honey, I think you understand
If you’re too close to the flame, you will get burned, yeah
And I’m a woman, a W-O-M-A-N
When you blow smoke, I catch my second wind
And it’s not my fault

[Pre-Chorus]
Not my fault that I can do it like a man ’cause a woman no different
On the floor, I’m already a step ahead, see the cards you’re playing, baby
No chance left for your politics, better get a witness
I will never be contained, I got too much to say

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m a woman
Woman
I’m a woman
Woman

Alyson Stoner – Back To Church (While You Were Sleeping EP)

[Verse 1]
Go ahead and pray for me
Cause I move just a bit unholy sometimes
It’s inside of me
Like a bat out of hell trying to get out tonight (tonight)
Now lock the doors, I’ll show you a rhythm that you never seen
I’ll take the lead
Meet me on the floor and I’ll tell you a secret baby, this is how it’s gonna be
I threw away the key, now you can never leave

[Chorus 1]
You’ll get high, I’ll get low
I’m not trying to save your soul
Oh, when your body hurts
I’m gonna take you back to church

[Verse 2]
Don’t belong to me
Might as well because I’ll be crossing the line
You’re so wrong for me
You could see it at first but now you’re just blind
Now lock the doors, I’ll show you a rhythm that you never seen
I’ll take the lead
Meet me on the floor and I’ll tell you a secret baby, this is how it’s gonna be
I threw away the key, now you can never leave

[Chorus 2]
You’ll get high, I’ll get low
I’m not trying to save your soul
Oh, when your body hurts
I’m gonna take you back to church
Back to church
I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna take you
Back to church
I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna take you
You’ll get high, I’ll get low
I’m not trying to save your soul
Oh, when your body hurts
I’m gonna take you back to church

[Bridge]
I’m just trying to take you
I’m not trying to save you
I’m just trying to take you
I’m not trying to save you

[Chorus 3]
You’ll get high, I’ll get low
I’m not trying to save your soul
Oh, when your body hurts
I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna take you
Back to church
I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna take you
Back to church
I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna take you
You’ll get high, I’ll get low
I’m not trying save your soul
Oh, when your body hurts
I’m gonna take you back to church
I’m just trying to take you

Alyson Stoner – The Boy Is Mine (While You Were Sleeping EP)

[Verse 1]
Try to come between us if you really want
My baby don’t need your love
I swear he don’t
Tell him it’s divine destiny how you belong
My baby don’t need to know
I swear he don’t

[Pre-Chorus]
And I’d be more concern, he was interested
If I felt I had any trouble pleasin’ him, but I clearly do fine
Why would he look around when he got the best?
Honey, please, shut your mouth it’s a waste of breath and time, why do you try?

[Chorus]
That boy is mine now
And I’m my baby’s one and only girl
The boy is mine
Every night, every day, every where
Every way we’re in love so
Why do you try?
That boy is mine now
And I’m my baby’s one and only girl
The boy is mine
Every night, every day, every where
Every way we’re in love so
Why do you try?

[Verse 2]
Try to say you’re different if you really want
My baby won’t listen no
I swear he won’t
Tell him what he’s missing
That you got it all
Sorry, but his hands are full
No, really though

[Pre-Chorus]
And I’d be more concern, he was interested
If I felt I had any trouble pleasin’ him, but I clearly do fine
Why would he look around when he got the best?
Honey, please, shut your mouth it’s a waste of breath and time, why do you try?

[Chorus]
That boy is mine now
And I’m my baby’s one and only girl
The boy is mine
Every night, every day, every where
Every way we’re in love so
Why do you try?
That boy is mine now
And I’m my baby’s one and only girl
The boy is mine
Every night, every day, every where
Every way we’re in love so
Why do you try?

[Breakdown]

[Chorus]
That boy is mine now
And I’m my baby’s one and only girl
The boy is mine
Every night, every day, every where
Every way we’re in love so
Why do you try?
That boy is mine now
And I’m my baby’s one and only girl
The boy is mine
Every night, every day, every where
Every way we’re in love so
Why do you try?

Alyson Stoner – Flow (While You Were Sleeping EP)

[Verse 1]
Waiting on a feeling, edging like a knife
We both know it’s coming, hold another knife
But we wanna try it, feel a little lost
If you let me pilot, we can take the [?] off

[Pre-Chorus]
Let it in, let it under your skin
Spin you around, turn you upside down
Let it in, let it under your skin
Spin you around, turn it up

[Chorus]
We can let it flow
Breaking through the ceiling, leave ’em barely breathing
Let your body go, all I know
Is I’m alive for the moment
Flow
Breaking through the ceiling, leave ’em barely breathing
Let your body go, all I know
Is I’m alive for the moment

[Bridge]
I’m alive for the moment
I’m alive

[Verse 2]
Catch me while you’re falling, lighter than the air
We can be suspended, moving on a prayer
Shifting like a shadow, let it come undone
Wear a thousand faces, you’re always the one

[Pre-Chorus]
Let it in, let it under your skin
Spin you around, turn you upside down
Let it in, let it under your skin
Spin you around, turn it up

[Chorus]
We can let it flow
Breaking through the ceiling, leave ’em barely breathing
Let your body go, all I know
Is I’m alive for the moment
Flow
Breaking through the ceiling, leave ’em barely breathing
Let your body go, all I know
Is I’m alive for the moment

[Bridge]
Only got this moment
Trust me, trust me
Take my hand
Giving in to
Giving in to a waking dream

[Chorus]
We can let it flow
Breaking through the ceiling, leave ’em barely breathing
Let your body go, all I know
Is I’m alive for the moment
Flow
Breaking through the ceiling, leave ’em barely breathing
Let your body go, all I know
Is I’m alive for the moment

Alyson Stoner – Miles (While You Were Sleeping EP)

[Verse 1]
What if I told you that I’m always in my grave
I’m getting sick, second guess the consequences
Do you notice I’m hurt by the bait of a catch-22
I’m waiting through the water, I’m waiting for you

[Chorus]
So, darling, take your pick, either we sink or swim
I just need [?] if we’re moving on
‘Cause maybe I’ve only ever gotten an inch of you
But, baby, you hold a mile of me

[Verse 2]
Configured it foolproof is your mighty plan
To fall in love without getting attached
You can’t think that you will escape when it’s convenient
Feeding me to the giants, yeah

[Chorus]
If your heart is fine in the absence of mine
Tell me as nicely as you can, I’m a little less emphatic
‘Cause maybe I’ve only ever gotten an inch of you
But, baby, you hold a mile of me

[Bridge]
A mile of me is a mile forever gone
A mile of me is a mile that won’t belong
Anywhere, anymore
Why does it always hurt so hard to love?
Love hurts
Love hurts

[Chorus]
‘Cause maybe I’ve only ever gotten an inch of you
That’s all you gave me
Maybe I’ve only ever got an inch of you
But, baby, you hold

REOL – ChiruChiru (ちるちる)

こんなに大事なことなのになぜ
教科書にのらぬ人の秘め事
君との心的距離が測れない
大分難解過ぎている事情

チェルシーホテルで幕が閉じていくの
シドとナンシーも恋の被害者だわ
きっとこれで射程距離は堂々圏内
なんて案外見せかけだけ

知れば知るほど苦しい
それでもなぜ、知りたいの
秘めた祈り ゼロ距離まで程遠く遠く切ない模様

知れば知るほど苦しい
それでもなぜ、知りたいの
言えば散るアンバランスな事情
なんでか君に言えないのです

他所見 垣間見 まだ到底無理
どうなの? 度Cも熱暴走気味
低気圧が連れてくる頭痛が痛いの
前線停滞 本日も不履行

スコープ越しでも直視できなくて
ボニークライドばりの危険過ぎる罠
ちるちる届かぬわたしの電波
ぐずってフェードアウト それでいいの

見れば見るほどに不思議
こんなにもなぜ、惹かれるの
言えない想いめぐりめぐる
心トクトク 悩ましいのよ

見れば見るほどに不思議
こんなにもなぜ、惹かれるの
散れば散る NOT スランプな事情
ならこのままでいたいのです

悪化の一途を辿る不治の病 
解明されてない 
病状戦況とても詰めが甘い
もっと甘いのがいい 教えて

知れば知るほど苦しい
それでもなぜ、知りたいの
秘めた祈り ゼロ距離まで程遠く遠く切ない模様

知れば知るほど苦しい
それでもなぜ、知りたいの
言えば散るアンバランスな事情
なんでか君に言えないのです
君とこのままでいたいのです

REOL – Yoiyoi Kokon (宵々古今)

らっしゃいな 平は成り
時が来た 正しい夢現 夜もすがら
変わりゆくことに恐れなし
のっぴきならないのは御免

手毬唄歌い 君達が誘う
悪人に後ろ髪を惹かれても
進むべきなり

流行り廃りの憂き世なら
信ずる者はただ、君だけと

踊れ騒げや 呑めや歌えや
案ずることなどないな
此の世人の世は恨めしい
雪駄はちゃらちゃら 愛し
縋って眩んで満身創痍で

それそれそれそれ

今を嘆いて昔を粧しても
君の心の内 流る涙川
それじゃ敵わん 何処にいても
めくるめく舞台に君を連れて

あまりてなどか人ぞ悲しき
身勝手なのが世の理か
万人持つ理想 虚像の偶像
俗な答えなどはあらざらむ

僕ら巡りあうこと まさに一期一会
酸いも甘いも試練 連れ添ってこの手握って

生きづらい此処、浮き世から
旗を掲げよ 宵闇が明く

酔いどれアガれや 寝れば忘るる
昔も今も変わらず
浮世人の世嘆かわしい
いつだってちゃんちゃら をかし
荒んで笑って合縁奇縁で

それそれそれそれ

深まる春も凍てつく雪の日も
日出ずるすべての瞬きを君と見よう
彩る色 何処までも
空前なる見晴らしを眺めて

負けて花一匁 欲しがる欲しがる欲しがる声
勝って恨んで買って選んで 呆気ないって泣いて
猿真似の何番煎じじゃ満ち足りないない

未だ進む道半ば哉
如何なる時も歩を前へ出せ

流行り廃りの憂き世なら
信ずる者はただ、君だけと

踊れ騒げや 呑めや歌えや
案ずることなどないな
此の世人の世は恨めしい
雪駄はちゃらちゃら 愛し
縋って眩んで満身創痍で

それそれそれそれ

今を嘆いて昔を粧しても
君の心の内 流る涙川
それじゃ敵わん 何処にいても
めくるめく舞台は宵々、君を連れて

あまりてなどか人ぞ恋しき
身勝手なのが世の理か
移ろうは古今 航路なら堂々
恐るることなどはあらざらむ

REOL – Give Me A Break Stop Now (ギミアブレスタッナウ)

今風の女の子がハマる恋愛ソングも
わたしの恋とは重ならない Na babe?
よくある枠組み詰め込んだカテゴライズ
下らない、いらない うんざりだ

こんがらがるアイジェイ C’n ビービー
騙され気味 逃れ逃れ 自己解釈
I agree, I see.からまるっとCheck開始
騙し合い テレビもネットも当てにならない

したいこともわからない
けどけど誰かに言われたくない
したいことはわからない
でも決められたくない

Give me a break! Stop now!

量産型エフェクトの自撮り
加工ブス達のごますりに
結構ほら満更でもない?
いい加減にしてもう ギミアブレイク

No ダメ もうダメ
「こんなままじゃダメだ」
って本当にわかってんの?
Like a PON-P-P-P-P-P-P-POP CORN!

弾ける 大抵がFreaky?
焼き回しに意味なんてない
呆気ない すぐさまポイ捨てでオーライ
乗り換えてじゃあねバイバイじゃ黙れない
めんどいから結局大事なのは愛

言いたいこともわからない
知ったかぶりふり いい加減な具合
言いたいことはわからない
駆け引きはいらない

Give me a break! Stop now!

(いい加減にして)
(Cut it out!Give me a break!)
(もう聞き飽きた)

(いい加減にして)
(Cut it out!Give me a break!)
(もう飽き飽きだ)

お手手繋いでるカップル
仲良しいいけど道塞いでるFxxk off
道端に唾吐きかけてるおじさん
汚いからやめてほしい
歩きながらインスタ用の自撮りを撮るな
それわたしの顔まで写ってるから
もうダメだ やめだ ストレスばかり連打
耐えらんないい加減にしてよもう

Give me a break! Stop now!

(いい加減にして)
(Cut it out!Give me a break!)
(もう聞き飽きた)

(いい加減にして)
(Cut it out!Give me a break!)
(もう飽き飽きだ)

ギミアブレスタッナウ

Bob Dylan – Changing of the Guards

Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings ‘neath the falling leaves
Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower
The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending ‘neath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either getting ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords

Status Quo – Gotta Go Home (Live)

I gotta get along ’cause it’s a long, long ride now
I’ve been away too long, I gotta get on home now
I’m getting far too old to know my dream of fortune
But the time is flowing now, I know what I must do

I gotta go home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind
I gotta go home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind

I gotta get along ’cause it’s a long, long ride now
I’ve been away too long, I gotta get on home now
I’m getting far too old to know my dream of fortune
The time is flowing now, I know what I must do

I gotta go home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind
I gotta go home, I gotta go home
I gotta go home to ease my mind

Cam’ron – Dead Or Alive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jay-Z – Where I’m From

Uh huh
Y-y-yea
Y-y-yea
Y-y-yea
(Brooklyn)
How real is, this?
How real is, this?
(Brooklyn)
Uh uh uh
(Brooklyn)
Respect this here, check!

[Verse 1]
I’m from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come
You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets
So I felt I’m owed something and you nothing, check
I from the other side where the other guys don’t walk too much
And girls in the projects wouldn’t fuck us, said we talked too much
So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I’m from where the beef is inevitable, summertime’s unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your word was everything, so everything you said you’d do
You did it, couldn’t talk about it if you ain’t lived it
I’m from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Who’s the best MC, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other’s throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R’s
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, at all
I’m from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I’m from Marcy son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Hook]
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, ain’t nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I’m Brooklyn’s own
(So where you from?)

[Verse 2]
I’m from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to God so long that they atheist
Where you can’t put your vest away and say you’ll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we’ll be saying, "Damn, I was just with him yesterday"
I’m a block away from hell, not enough shots away from stray shells
An ounce away from a triple beam, still using a hand-held weight scale
You’re laughing, you know the place well, where the liquor stores and the base well
And government.. fuck government, niggas politic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eighteen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me and I got a question
Are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We’ll never know
One day I prayed to you and said if I ever blow, I’d let ’em know
Mistakes and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain’t done
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, ain’t nothing nice

[Hook]
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, ain’t nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I’m Brooklyn’s own
(So where you from?)

[Verse 3]
I’m from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I’m up the block, around the corner and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes and the drug lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off leek
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether you’re four-feet or Manute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they deuce was live, now I hit ’em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it’s platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this Glock on my waist, y’all can’t do shit about this
Niggas’ll show you love, that’s how they fool thugs
Before you know it, you’re lying in a pool of blood

[Hook]
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, ain’t nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I’m Brooklyn’s own
(So where you from?)

Reo Speedwagon – Keep On Loving You

You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin’ missin’
You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn’t listen
You played dead, but you never bled
Instead you laid still in the grass all coiled up and hissin’

And though I know all about those men
Still I don’t remember
‘Cause it was us, baby
Way before them, and we’re still together
And I meant, every word I said
When I said that I loved you I meant that I loved you forever

And I’m gonna keep on lovin’ you
‘Cause it’s the only thing I want to do
I don’t want to sleep, I just want to keep on lovin’ you
Baby, I’m gonna keep on lovin’ you
‘Cause it’s the only thing I want to do
I don’t want to sleep
I just want to keep on lovin’ you

L2B – Beast lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look man, you’re only young once,
So just be happy because
There’s way too many fun times to be had,
So don’t be all down and sad,
Come ride along with me and unwind
With some sunshine in a bag,
Taking drags of solar flares,
I’m higher than a satellite,
Flyer than Air Force One with such style and pizazz,
I’ve become one with the beat,
Me and the drums will kick ass,
This aint a conundrum, I run this shit so sit back,
And all you dumbasses wondering how long will this last,
Just relax, ’cause I aint done until I get that
Title of number one, I’ve come too far to look back,
I’ve only just begun son,
But since the start, it’s a wrap.
A rockstar, I’m like the Jon Bon Jovi of Rap,
So give it a rest like cardiac,
I’m giving hearts an attack,
An arsonist with just a pen and a pad,
It’s as if they can’t fathom
An artist with all the skills that I have,
Oh you mad? Well..

[Hook]
See I’m on the grind seven days a week,
Money on my mind, don’t got time to sleep,
Never take a break when I chase a dream
And if you feel the same way,
Then you’re a Beast,
You’re a Beast like me,
You’re a Beast like me,
You’re a Beast like me,
I put my all into everything I do,
‘Cause I’m a Beast..

[Verse 2]
Young kid straight up out the East,
Chasing dreams like nothings ever out of reach,
So ambitious and passionate,
You can hear it when I speak,
I’ll flat-line a bass line and leave a beat deceased.
Killing a song soon as my flow hits the snare,
I’m so unstoppable against any opponent, it’s almost unfair,
I sit in a throne for a chair,
I’m overcoming any obstacle thrown in front of me
Like it’s nothing, man I really don’t care.
I’m a Beast at this shit,
Pardon my French mon frere,
You not gon’ hear another rapper as devoted or fearless
To express himself fully and bare his soul
When he shows up and steals the moment
Then disappears like smoke in the air,
Always in his zone as he sits alone
And stares into space, dazing off,
Gazing at the cityscape,
Been working all day,
But these ideas keep him awake,
Thinking of a way to make an escape
And earn his place amongst the greats..

[Hook]
So I’m on the grind seven days a week,
Money on my mind, don’t got time to sleep,
Never take a break when I chase a dream
And if you feel the same way,
Then you’re a Beast,
You’re a Beast like me,
You’re a Beast like me,
You’re a Beast like me,
I put my all into everything I do,
‘Cause I’m a Beast..

I..I..I, I’m a Beast,
I..I..I, I’m a Beast,
I..I..I, I’m a Beast,
And you could be a Beast like me,
And you could be a Beast like me,
And you could be a Beast like me,
And you could be a Beast like me,
I put mall into everything I do,
‘Cause I’m a Beast..