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Lil Uzi Vert – Bank Full

[Hook]
With a bank full, with a bank full, I’m so thankful
Thank god I’m so grateful yeah
On my cake boo, what your bank do, what your bank do
Shawty what your bank do
In clubs with a bank full, with a bank full
I’m so thankful, Thank god I’m so grateful yeah
On my cake boo, (yeah) what your bank do, what your bank do
Shawty what your bank do
In clubs with a bank full, with a bank full

[Verse 1]
I jump on that plane cause I don’t like to travel
She ride me so good she need a saddle
And my fraternity hit with the paddles
My baby a gangster, she move with the latter
She beat the case, so she not hearing the gavel
She playing Russian roulette, one in the barrel
Money so long I gotta put that right in the folder
Diamonds the rock like a boulder
My [?] really don’t know her
I do shit like Lui Kang do you see
What, like over
All these chains on my neck
And they still can’t hold us
Mix my rifle with the cobra
You know things done change
Uzi Mr. live in the moment
I am Floatin’

[Hook:]
With a bank full, with a bank full, I’m so thankful
Thank god I’m so grateful yeah
On my cake boo, what your bank do, what your bank do
Shawty what your bank do
In clubs with a bank full, with a bank full
I’m so thankful, Thank god I’m so grateful yeah
On my cake boo, (yeah) what your bank do, what your bank do
Shawty what your bank do
In clubs with a bank full, with a bank full

Gnash – Home

[Pre-Chorus: Johnny Yukon]
Doesn’t matter where we are
We are never far apart, no
Doesn’t matter where we go
When I’m with you I am home
Yeah, I am home

[Verse 1: gnash]
I think it was last year on my birthday when you broke the news
Things ain’t rollin’ how we need them to and we have to move
But I said, “Dad, get those moving boxes out the room”
And cut the cake, I’ll get it, I got it, I’ll give my all for you
Too many memories and feelings I’m not down to pack
So lately I’ve been putting all this weight up on my back
I know that’s never what you wanted dad, but understand
We can’t afford another heart attack to keep the fam intact
It’s whatever as long as we stick together
This shit’s forever, above us there’s nothin’ better
Do you remember when you said “Do what you love
And don’t give up, it’s in your blood”
That’s when you taught me
If all I have is me, then all I need is family
If all I have is home, then all I am is happy
I may not know it all but I know this
Home isn’t where you are, it’s who you’re with and it…
[Pre-Chorus: Johnny Yukon]
Doesn’t matter where we are
We are never far apart, no
Doesn’t matter where we go
When I’m with you I am home
Yeah, I am home

[Chorus: Johny Yukon]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
When I’m with you I am home
Yeah, I am home

[Verse 2: gnash]
No matter where we go, we’ll call it home
So no matter where we go, we’re not alone
Why fix something if it isn’t broke?
You call it holding on, I call it hope
I’m not tryna make my sister move or tryna change my momma’s mood
So I got all this shit to do to make sure movin’s not the move
‘Cause lately I’ve been feeling all this pressure within
But one day we gon’ all be back together again
So for now I’m on my grind, workin’ all the time
Sending all these dollars, dimes to you
When I’m out there on the road, you can always hit my phone
So I’m always right there next to you
Now I’m missin’ all these birthdays
Just to put my family in a good place
‘Cause that’s all that i wanted in the first place
‘Cause I only do it for my family
So we good because…
When I get it all, I’mma give it all to you
And when I get it all, I’mma give it all to you
And know I did it all, yeah I did it all for you
When I’m with you I am home
Yeah, I am home

[Chorus: Johnny Yukon]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
When I’m with you I am home
Yeah, I am home

Meek Mill – Shine

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 1]
I was born poor, but Ima die rich
Ridin’ in the 7 like I’m Pac in 96
Still rockin’ with the clique I had to grind with
Went to war, flip nickels and sold them dimes with
Yea, I used to sell nicks of reggie nigga
I get the chills every time that lil’ confetti hit us
North Philly skinny bull but I’m heavy nigga
They switched sides they was never with us
And petty niggas wanna mention my name
To get acknowledged
Hoppin’ that we act like a fool and get in violence
I’d rather kill ’em all with success and give ’em knowledge
Then throw it all away for a sucker cause we the hottest
My momma crib big as a church I’m bein’ modest
No sleep puttin’ in work that’s how she got it
Bout it bout it I started grindin’ when niggas doubted
Now I got it I’m drippin’ in diamonds a nigga got it that’s gangsta
[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 2]
Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it
Struggle was brought up in it, hustle, we gonna get it
This one is for my youngins going to school with corner niggas
Don’t get caught up in that boxing corner nigga
Times changed, it’s feeling like live niggas versus corny niggas
They building more jails I’m warning niggas, shots fire
Momma crying, traumatizing their mourning niggas
Them cops killing us like it’s war with niggas, it’s on with niggas
I did shed so many tears at that corner store
Man I spent so many years at that corner store
I see my niggas disappear at that corner store
When they was sleepin’ we was there at that corner store
Ya and we was eating at the corner store
Coppers catch us and they beat us at that corner store
Shit we was toting on them heaters at that corner store
Cause they was ploting tryna leave us at that corner store

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

[Verse 3]
Its no roof so they can see me shine
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
Started off in Impalas now its DB9
In the Aston like he James Bond
Who he think he is?
Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg
I hear them whispers niggas talkin’ what they think he made
Think what you want you gon’ think I’m paid
Shit he balling I don’t think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray
I got young niggas in the grave
They got murdered by a nigga that got bitter ways
They don’t give a fuck about us put us in a cage
Let us out with that parole man this shit a maze
RIP to Snupe, RIP to Scooter
RIP to Dex told him I could be his shooter
I tell Snupe they don’t love ya they just want to do ya
You see that truck that’s the feds watchin’ not an Uber

[Hook]
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll proly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah

Meek Mill – On The Regular

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea, yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea
Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and its one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and its federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine yea
Bad bitch hella fine woah
She don’t fuck never mind no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

Meek Mill – Blessed Up

[Intro: Sample]
Be who you are
You ain’t trying to impress nobody
Who you got to impress?
You done came through the ranks
You’ve been tested, you know what I mean?
And you stood up
That mean you’ve been tested and you stood up
And you still standing up
So who you got to impress?
You ain’t trying to impress nobody man
Be who you are, you know what I mean?
You should be yourself because I’m saying you should do shit man for other people and you faking it
I don’t need you to be no motherfucking gangster for me
I need you to be a man

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive
Wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’mma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up
[Verse 1]
Its outstandin’ that I’m still standin’
Mexican brand dish when beef get sandwiched
Blat, blat do it for my niggas that’s scammin’
On the corner with it runnin’ that tan in
Duckin’ the Ds, cut through the alley, scuffin’ your trees
Tossin’ the profit and fuck up your re
I know the feelin’ nigga
Start from a dollar, couple of Gs
Bought an Impala I’m flooding the streets
Its time to kill ’em nigga
I got an eight flipped over and I’m dealin’ nigga
In a drop S coupe and I’m wheelin’ nigga
Five hundred for the piece how I’m feelin’ nigga
In the hood just chillin’ nigga
I’ve seen realest niggas turn emotional all in they feelin’ niggas
That’s why I ain’t really feelin’ niggas
And if them hoes fuck with rats I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ to them bitches
I guess I ain’t really for them bitches really I’m blessed

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’mma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up

[Verse 2]
Blessings, you niggas stressin’
Mac on the dresser when I’m dressin’ and never pressure
Crab in the barrel watch the bucket don’t let ’em catch you
Cause if they pull you back to the bottom know you gon’ suffer, fuck ’em
I done leveled up on ’em ’til where I cannot touch em
Therefore can’t feel ’em, therefore I’ma hustle
New Wraith on forgis, course that’s from the muscle
Course I got a bubble, new Porshce red like a devil
Go skrt skrt through the lane on you
Niggas broke and you faker than that chain on you
I told Tak when he see you go insane on you
Can’t D me call it man, I clear the lane on you
Change the speed game 7 ‘Bron James on you
My little niggas begging me to put that flame on you
You get some money watch how all these niggas change on you
That’s why I changed on ’em I don’t feel a thing for them nigga I’m blessed

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’mma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up

Meek Mill – The Difference

[Sonny Digital]
Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax

[Hook: Meek Mill & Desiigner]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trenches gettin’ back at it
With the haters and the backstabbers
Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’mma send a hundred stacks at em
Nigga probably send the rats at em
Ninja turtle with a rat master
All this money won’t stop nigga
30 round that Glock nigga
Feds lurk and we hot nigga
Swing through in that drop nigga
Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla Ima cop nigga
I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
Kick the door like we SWAT nigga

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
They know the difference, I really get it
I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
Only the family
Keep all them niggas from out of my business
(from out of my business)
Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Get to the bags, run up the racks
My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
I pour a eight and just sip
I put the brick on the trip
I put the dick on her lip
Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
She wanna pop the whole perc
I told her we splittin’ that pill
My niggas been in the field
We know you put something in that seal
Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
Too much money that will change your life
Power moves on a island

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

Meek Mill – Blue Notes

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues

Meek Mill – Offended

[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a Nascar
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then (?) nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoes going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Sat on my shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a chain
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep it down
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man
Hit ’em with the things, hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been done shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVS’s on me, whoa
VVS’s on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, fat
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

Meek Mill – You Know

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though
[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

Meek Mill – 2 Wrongs

[Hook: Guordan Banks]
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
Either my life or your life
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
This is either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
Either my life or your life

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Anybody trying to stop my shine got to get it
I’ll admit it
If my life on the line then we 187 whoever I’m with it
I’m talking about murder we did it
And the nerve of you critics
To think something of me and judge me if I shoot and murder these niggas
They murdered my dad and converted me menace
So when they come serve me my sentence
I bet I won’t tell them a word of my business
I’ll rot in that cell ’til they burn me my nigga
And it hurt me my nigga to see my day ones acting thirsty ’bout bitches or money
I cut off ’bout thirty of my niggas
Had thoughts about murking my niggas
Cause it be the closest of niggas that change on you quick and know most of your business
I put this on Snupe ya the ghost of my nigga
I would’ve rode hearse with you niggas
So its either my life or your life
If it don’t go right, gun to your face so you know right
I won’t do you dirty, get hit with this four twice
So pray up and hold tight my nigga
[Hook: Guordan Banks]
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
Either my life or your life
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
This is either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
Either my life or your life

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Two wrongs, you lost me when you crossed me
You put me in the feds arm reach
Call from my home out in Palm beach
They’ll lay you in the wall of croncrete
My niggas ain’t playin’ games
When you tellin’ names that we sellin’ caine
We was gettin’ rich, we was livin’ good
Robbin’ hood that every ghetto bitch
You know that its comin’
You know that its karma
Death before dishonor, I am your honor
Nancy Reagan raised a monster
They say that Ronny armed the contras
All that shit without a conscience
So why would I should have a conscience
A generation livin’ guardless, could never make it out the darkness

[Hook: Guordan Banks]
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
Either my life or your life
They say two wrongs don’t make a right

Meek Mill – Tony Story 3

Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin’ every week the coppers comin’ through
And homicides scoopin’ niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in some shit just like a number two
So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money
On his second body so you don’t want to war with money
Paulie got the word that somebody turned informant on him
Remember when he banged lil’ Tony brother spin the corner on him
Maybe its them young niggas, talkin’ to the police
Thinking about it every night, ain’t been gettin’ no sleep
He been spinnin’ ’round that same corner for the whole week
Lookin’ for them muthafuckers that was there with Tony brother when he let the clip roll on ’em
Going crazy thinkin’ ’bout who told on him
Time tickin’ doors ’bout to close on him
Them boys on the way to see the judge for a warrant
And they got his name on it, tryna put them chains on him
Cold as them streets is, he tryna remain on it
Even though the cops lurkin’, got to keep them things on ’em
Layin’ low at Kee crib, only when they changed on him
And she givin’ info, told where to hit for
Put ’em deep with Tony lil’ cousins and his kin folk
Paulie on some other shit, tryna get ’em sent for
Them young nigga bendin’ backwards for him like its limbo
And they tryna kill somethin’, cops tryna build somethin’
Paulie ain’t tryna do no time take a deal, nothin’
Loadin’ up his AK banana tryna peel somethin’
Tryna catch a rat nigga slippin’ ‘fore they spill somethin’
Somebody gon’ die
And mommas gon’ cry
Before Paulie doin’ time
Cause Paulie gon’ ride
Back in the field he got his 40 on him
Watchin’ out for tinted windows when they pull up on him
He don’t even trust the niggas ’round the corner from him
That he grew up with, he done got into it with
Investigatin’ niggas if they tellin’ or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin’ the block
But Paulie don’t give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law and respect of the Glock
Hold up the phone ringin’ said they rushin’ the spot
The only time he play that crib is when he fuckin’ a thot
He was fuckin’ with Kee and she was fuckin’ an op
But he ain’t never think about it, she’ll fuck with the cops
She told ’em everything nigga
I know you thought that she’ll never sing would you?
Rule number one: keep them bitches from out your business
Rule number two: better kill ’em you know they snitchin’
It’s all fun and games ’til them bitches turn to a witness
And know you in the courtroom waiting to get your sentence
Saw you out at Kee crib four in the morn’
Parked up seat low to the floor
She on the way he feel a way, this was one of his whores
And since he been on the run, he been fuckin’ em more
Thinkin’ about her if she come, open the door
Take a deep breath, I know what I’m doin’
Cause she gon’ go to court and she gon’ go to them all
And he gon’ to jail and she gon’ go to the mall
So he started walkin’ while she parking
Wasn’t even cautious
Parked up on her, had to drive her window out the darkness
He was supposed to shoot her, but he started talkin’
She screamin’ out “I’m pregnant,” now he thinkin’ “Aw shit”
Started second guessin’, that’s when them cars spin
Paulie heart dropped he seen the Taurus
So he took off runnin’ with the hammer, tried to toss it
Cops shootin’ metal slugs rippin’ through the car tint
Bullets hit his body while he runnin’ and now he fallin’
Damn Paulie, bullet holes
Cuffs on let him bleed
Double murder, attempted murder, yes indeed
If he live, life sentence never leave
If he dies nobody cry for the bad guy
Fronted niggas workin’ they the glad guys
Happy they ain’t got to pay the tab guys
Paulie make it through to see the trap God
Drownin’ in his blood on his back side
They say he gon’ pull through and he gettin’ charged too
Lawyer came to see him said he need like 80 large too
Got him in the County Tony people ‘hind them walls too
And they say his little cousin crippin’ bangin’ hard too
And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on Part 2
And he can’t wait to fall through
Friday they callin’ yard too
And Paulie on crutches took the screw up out the handles scrape that bitch ’til it got sharp too
To be continued
I, know, you, want me to fall
But, I can’t
Part 4 gon’ be a movie nigga, literally

Meek Mill – Outro

[Verse 1: Lil’ Snupe]
Chasing after green gods
When from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
Momma ain’t stressin’ she know that its all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin’ hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin’ we comin’ in your direction
Let you know that we ain’t flexing
You quickly gon’ get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill ’em but that shit my really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind got to get the stash
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin’ hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids? When I was down on my last shit?
Back when niggas wasn’t mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughing
It took a year or two and I passed them
Y’all niggas all look like haters
You ain’t even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on I’mma take it
Now everybody catching these vapors
Now everybody want and need favors
Southside ,NY or Jamaica
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
With 100 nigga behind me
North side Philly where you find me
Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom
I’m with the Bently like a Johnny
Watching out with the toolie at a robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit ’em in the head with the stick nigga eject
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems
Why you think I really went about bought more choppers
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers
Want to see me in a box I went and push boxed ’em
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I’m too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in
My level went excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told ’em we selling it
A mouse in the building that act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling
I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas for JR Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My down fall what they all wish
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga
[Break: Meek Mill]
*Laughter*

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You see me coming around your corner lookin’ like I got a check
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
Ballin’ every time I take a shot I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain’t trippin’ I got money, clothes, car, hoes
Shoppin’ ’til the mall close
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry ’bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I’m just with my niggas spining hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my banshee I’m like twelve o’ clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 4: Papi]
What’s your grandma name
What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
What’s your grandma name
What’s my grandma name

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing

Chief Keef – Loose

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sticks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
No USPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

Unknown Dress – Far Away (멀어져만 간다)

모두 다 지나간다
조금은 느릴지 몰라도
난 아직 그 때
그 시간 속에 멈춰있다

눈부시게 반짝이던 계절도
저기 창 밖 풍경들처럼
멀어져만 간다

지나온 그 길에 들꽃처럼
나를 비추는 저 햇살처럼
그 자리를 지키며 빛나고 있어
언제든 나를 찾을 수 있도록

떠오른다 견디기 힘들만큼
이렇게 하루 내일의 나와
멀어져만 간다

지나온 그 길에 들꽃처럼
나를 비추는 저 햇살처럼
그 자리를 지키며 빛나고 있어
언제든 나를 찾을 수 있도록

지나온 그 길에 추억처럼
나를 감싸는 저 구름처럼
그 자리를 지키며 빛나고 있어
언제든 나를 찾을 수 있도록

모두 다 흘러간다
조금은 더딜지 몰라도
저기 창 밖 불빛들처럼
멀어져만 간다
멀어져만 간다
멀어져야 한다

Jo Eun Ae – Lewd Demon (음란마귀)

가끔 생각이 많기도 해
좀 고민하기도 해
혹시 그쪽이 나를 좋아하나

난요 겁이 좀 많은 걸요
꼭 어린아이처럼
먼저 다가서는 건 무서운 걸

나한테 키스해 나한테 키스해
제발 좀 눈치 보지 말라고
나만 왜 설레 이상해
왜 이래 미쳤어 어떡해
사랑해줘 나를 꼭 붙잡아줘 MY LOVE

왜 또 가만히 있는 거야
꼭 고장 난 것처럼
혹시 나만 혼자서 상상했니

나한테 키스해 나한테 키스해
제발 좀 눈치 보지 말라고
나만 왜 설레 이상해
왜 이래 미쳤어 어떡해
사랑해줘 나를 꼭 붙잡아줘 MY LOVE

꼭 한 걸음만 더 내 숨결이 닿는 이 거리
조금만 더 용기를 내봐
지금 이 시간이 가버리면 어떡하라고

나한테 키스해 나한테 키스해
제발 좀 눈치 보지 말라고
나만 왜 설레 이상해
왜 이래 미쳤어 어떡해
나한테 홀려 나한테 끌려
기회는 매일 오지 않는 걸
다가와 그래 너 먼저 키스해
너무나 좋은 걸
사랑해라 나를 꼭 붙잡아라 MY LOVE

Son Ho Young – Fantastic Star

누구보다 멋진 나야 (왜왜왜 이래)
대충 걸쳐 뭘 입어도 (판타스틱해)
어딜 가도 (누구라도) 나에게 반해
이런 날 너만 몰라

첨이야 니 앞에 서면
떨리는 눈빛이 너를 잘못 봐
모두의 남자인 내가
이렇게 한 사람만을 원해

너로 향하는 내 사랑이
(점점 더) 커져만 가는데
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(이대로) 곁에만 있어주면 돼

어떤 옷을 입어도 (넌 달라 넌 달라)
예쁜 너의 미소는 (판타스틱해)
어딜 가도 (누구라도) 너에게 반해
이런 널 나밖에 몰라

몇 번이나 니 앞에서도
떨리는 가슴이 멈추질 않아
조금은 특별한 내가
이렇게 너 하나만을 원해

너로 향하는 내 사랑이
(점점 더) 커져만 가는데
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(이대로) 곁에만 있어주면 돼

너로 향하는 내 사랑이
(점점 더) 커져만 가는데
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(이대로) 곁에만 있어주면 돼

어떤 옷을 입어도
예쁜 너의 미소는 (판타스틱해)

너로 가득한 내 사랑이
(언제나) 변하지 않는 걸
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(영원히) 사랑해 한마디면 돼

Kim Jong Gook – Fool (바보야)

살짝 길어진 머리. 좀 야윈 것 같아.
걱정어린 내 말이 너에겐 잔소리.
내 타입 아냐 늘 핀잔 주지만
항상 내 눈속엔 늘 너 뿐야

바보야, 몰라? 정말 몰라?
너만 빼고 다 알아 몰라?
더 예뻐지지마 불안해 지는 나
너 지금보다 좋아질까 봐

너만 보여 너만 들려 더는
움직일 수 없을만큼.
니가 좋아 왜 아직도 몰라
널 보는 내 눈이 말 하잖아
바보야, 몰라?

아주 작은 것까지 너라면 다 알아.
근데 요즘 들어 넌 꼭 딴사람 같아
내가 모르던 환한 니 미소가
왠지 화가 나서 밤 새는 나

바보야, 몰라? 정말 몰라?
너만 빼고 다 알아 몰라?
더 멀어지지마 날 밀어내지마
널 쫓는 내 맘 너무 숨이 차

너만 보여 너만 들려
더는 움직일 수 없을만큼.
니가 좋아 왜 아직도 몰라
널 보는 내 눈이 말 하잖아

이 바보야 너란 말야
내겐 처음부터 너였는데..
그거 알아? 나 널 안고 싶어
언젠가 이 마음 알게 될까

바보야, 몰라? 정말 몰라?
너만 빼고 다 알아 몰라?
더 예뻐지지마 불안해 지는 나
더 좋아지니까 더 사랑하니까
바보야, 몰라?

MONSTA X – The Tigrt Moth (부나비)

몇 초 뒤 터질거야
You Can’t Stop Me
부서진 Timer Switch
0을 향해 달려가 난
더 이상 멈추지 않아

너의 시간 너의 공간 그 안에서
불붙기 시작한 Dynamite
마지막 남은 망설임아
가루가 되라

All Right All Right

순간적인 충동이 아니야

Allow Allow

하얗게 하얗게 가슴 태워
Like A Fire
녹을 듯 뜨겁게 나의 사랑을
Heart Is A Time Bomb
검붉은 검붉은 하늘빛은
Like A Fire
기다림은 끝났어

눈 부신 네게 취한 채
달려드는 내 모습
Tiger Moth
나는 이미 각오했어 날 놓기로
캄캄했기에

송곳 같던 소나기와
싸우던 날
차가운 공기에 갇힌 날
날아오르게 만든 건
따뜻한 Your Eyes

난 포로가 되기로 했어
영원토록 네 사랑에
올인 할 준비가 됐어
운명인 걸 알고 있어

절대로 나는 포기 못해
너를 잃으면 세상을 잃는 것
네가 나를 보지 못해도
난 너를 지키면 되는 것

I Can’t Breathe
내 가슴 속 안에
내 머릿 속 안에 네가 찼네
눈물 조각의 데칼코마니
마음속 동굴의 벽화처럼
그려졌다 하지만
얼마나 갈지는 아무도 몰라
여백이 가득한 Page
나를 가둘래 네 안에 Cage

All Right All Right

순간적인 충동이 아니야

Allow Allow

하얗게 하얗게 가슴 태워
Like A Fire
녹을 듯 뜨겁게 나의 사랑을
Heart Is A Time Bomb
검붉은 검붉은 하늘빛은
Like A Fire
기다림은 끝났어

오래 바라보지 마
나의 날개는 초라하잖아

그래 나는 Tiger Moth
그래 나는 Tiger Moth

녹을 듯 뜨겁게 나의 사랑을
Heart Is A Time Bomb

그래 나는 Tiger Moth
그래 나는 Tiger Moth
불꽃처럼 살겠어

Gyepy – Falling Slowly (스르르)

언제쯤 끝이 날 수 있을까
길고 긴 눈물 속의 상처가
야속하게 또 흐르네 밤 하늘에
널 그리다 또 지우다 스르르

추워진 길거리를 걸으면
따스했던 그 날이
스며들어 안겨와

그대 그 뒷모습이 이렇게 아파
멀어져 떠나간
그대 보이지 않아
허전하다

바람에 날려오던 향기가
마치 너일 것 같아

그대 그 뒷모습이 이렇게 아파
멀어져 떠난 떠난 그렇게 떠난
그대 보이지 않아
허전하다

잠이 들어 스르르

Yoon Hyun Sang & Lucia – Here, My Heart (자, 여기 내 심장)

잘 지냈니 그때 나 미안했어
쉬운 말 한마디 못하고
너를 본다. 내 눈앞에 숨을 쉬고 있는
니 모습 꿈은 아닌데

잊고 지우고 살아갔어.
아니 그래야 살아졌어.
그렇게 니가 미워하는
그렇게 니가 싫어하는 나였으니
애써 변명을 했어. 하지만

자, 여기 내 심장 받아주겠니 이거라도
내 아픔까지 다 안아주겠니 이제라도
상처만 남은 가슴이라 너무 미안하지만
단 하루만이라도 니가 필요해. 이제

자, 거기 니 심장 내게 주겠니 잠시라도
나 어떤 너라도 안아줄 테니 언제라도
아픔만 남은 가슴이라 너무 모자라지만
내 남은 전부 너에게 주는 거니까

잘 지냈어 니가 없는 나지만.
맘에 없는 말을 내뱉고
나는 본다. 내 맘 곁에
지금 뛰고 있는 니 심장 어제 같은데

그땐 괜찮다 위로했어.
끝내 삼켰던 얘길 할게
사실은 그게 아니라고
내 마음 멈춰 있었다고
이제라도 니 곁에 살고 싶어 들어봐

자, 여기 내 심장 받아주겠니 이거라도
내 아픔까지 다 안아 주겠니 이제라도
상처만 남은 가슴이라 너무 미안하지만
단 하루만이라도 니가 필요해

아무 말하지 않아도
그저 네 눈을 보아도
내 하루를 내 오늘을
소중하게 만드는 사람. 너니까.
너라는 그 이유 하나뿐

자, 여기 내 심장 받아주겠니 이거라도
내 아픔까지 다 안아주겠니 이제라도
상처만 남은 가슴이라 너무 미안하지만
단 하루만이라도 나 니가 필요해
니가 필요해

Lamor – Attention

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yung pinch – rock with us (blackbear remix)

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Cashmere Cat – Throw Myself A Party

[Intro: Starrah]
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
[Verse 1: Starrah]
12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money, niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only have one dream
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they gon’ get it in
Tell ’em it’s about to get it, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends come and get it in
Yeah they know it’s about to get lit
Yeah they know it’s about to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Another party, another Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes are inviting
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the (?)
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Bridge: Tory Lanez]
So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

TLC – Joy Ride

Ha ha ha
Come here
Got a package…..
Wait, wait I know what I want for Christmas
What you want?
I want T-Boz to get me ah, some headphone sets
And I want Left Eye to make me a, uh, make me a fly dress!
Well Merry Christmas from TLC

[Hook]
Let’s have a very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year (a happy new year)
Give with love and joy and happiness
And lots of good cheer
I want you to have
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year ( a happy new year)
Filled with love and joy and happiness
And lots of good cheers
Just hear those sleigh bells jing-a-ling
Ring-ting-ting-a-ling too
It’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is fallin
And friends are calling you
It’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

[Hook]

Uh-huh reindeer, presents, happiness (yeah right, check it out…)
Giddiup, giddiup, giddiup and away we go
In winter wonderland
Off we ride in the snow (ho ho ho)
With the Left everthing is grand
Sleigh ride if you like me baby
Don’t be scared
Take my hand
T to the Left Eye C if you can take a glide
Giddiup the guts and step on up
So we can sleigh ride
Cheeks so nice and rosey
Comfy cosey we’re in
We’re snuggled up together
Like two birds of a feather would be
So let’s take the road before us
Sing a chorus or two
C’mon it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Aaahh so let’s have a

[Hook]

Um jingle bells, Batman smells
Robin laid a… (yeah right)
Up, up and away
If we’re flyin in the sleigh
Home alone Christmas Eve
Make-believe it’s time to play
So let’s flow on this snow with a sack on my back
Cause Santa’s tryin to mack in his Cadillac
Ridin’ and a ridin’
But when it gets to decidin’
He’s a slippin’ and a slidin’ in his own sleigh ride
A merry little Christmas
Oh yeah, hey yeah
A merry little Christmas
Oohh oohh
Baby don’t you know I’m home
Don’t wanna spend the night alone
A very merry Christmas
Would ya wanna spend it with me
It’s somethin in the way I care
About the times that we have shared
It’s a very merry Christmas
Would ya wanna spend it with me

Chorus

Let’s have a very merry Christmas (ho ho ho)

Shakira – Chantaje lyrics

[Verse 1: Maluma]
Cuando estás bien te alejas de mí
Te sientes sola y siempre estoy ahí
Es una guerra de toma y dame
Pues dame de eso que tiene’ ahí
Oye baby, no sea’ mala
No me deje’ con las ganas
Se escucha en la calle
Que ya no me quieres
Ven y dímelo en la cara

[Pre-Chorus: Shakira & Maluma]
Pregúntale a quien tú quieras
Vida, te juro que eso no es así
Yo nunca tuve una mala intención
Yo nunca quise burlarme de ti
Conmigo ves, nunca se sabe
Un día digo que no, y otro que sí
Yo soy masoquista
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta
[Coro: Dúo & Shakira & Maluma]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Verse 2: Maluma & Shakira]
Como tú me tientas, cuando tú te mueves
Esos movimientos sexys, siempre me entretienen
Sabe’ manipularme bien con tus caderas
No sé porque me tienes en lista de espera
Te dicen por ahí que voy haciendo y deshaciendo
Que salgo cada noche, que te tengo ahí sufriendo
Que en esta relación, soy yo la que manda
No pares bola’ a toda esa mala propaganda

[Puente: Shakira o Maluma]
Pa, pa’ que te digo na’, te comen el oído
No vaya’ a enderezar lo que nació torcido
Y como un loco sigo tras de ti, muriendo por ti
Dime que hay pa’ mi bebe, qué!

[Pre-Coro: Shakira & Maluma]
Pregúntale a quien tú quieras
Vida, te juro que eso no es así
Yo nunca tuve una mala intención
Yo nunca quise burlarme de ti
Conmigo ves, nunca se sabe
Un día digo que no, y otro que sí
Yo soy masoquista
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta

[Coro: Dúo & Shakira & Maluma]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Post-Coro: Shakira]
Eh-eh-eh
Nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta

[Coro: Dúo & Shakira & Maluma]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Post-Coro: Shakira]
Eh-eh-eh
Nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta

[Outro: Shakira o Maluma]
(Alright alright baby, Shakira, Maluma) Pretty boy
(You’re my baby loba, Colombia, You feel me?) Pretty boy

Meek Mill – Froze lyrics

I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ballin’ and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got the bag and we move in that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

(Nicki Minaj)
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist

You know how froze that is…

Joe Budden – Three lyrics

[Intro]
When you stay ready you ain’t gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that

[Verse 1]
Microphone check, it’s something new y’all rage
These views only prelude from the dude on stage
I’m old school, so my mind is in a New York state
Still feel like I’m the best rapper in the New York State
Though I’m a Jersey City product, we like two doors away
Maybe I’m just the best rapper whipping New York plates
Indeed it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that’s Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me right in Hell’s Kitchen having drinks over pasta
Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, y’all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying “nada”
Emcees ain’t even bother, and I don’t know what’s truly worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first
[Hook]
You are now entering the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it gets
Here’s what they think about you
Here’s what they think about you
You are now entering the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it gets
Here’s what they think about you
Here’s what they think about you

[Break]

[Interlude]
Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick. Now turn me up in my headphones, let me get back on my rage shit right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let’s do this real quick. Look. It go

[Verse 2]
Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up
Bitches know the stakes up since I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men dress
I’m just taking back what’s owed, and adding interest
Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries
All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia
How are they record dealing ya? I wasn’t ever feeling ya
This feeling equates professional weapon, can’t seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40
I bought 30 new 40s
A bitch moving pills get 30s to move off me
Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it’s too costly
And memory with candles is where the energy laying you
Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can handle
If you talking Slaughterhouse please refer to “SlaughterMouse”
Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth
Got you birds popping, it’s Korver or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the mouse
Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now
Smelled my man a soda, it’s teddy, I bridged the water’s mouth
Live from the Horror house, calling out
Done with all this drawing mouth
Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, cops should look after
Y’all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured
And all my Irvington niggas over alliance put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You know we rock with the pastor, moment of silence

[Outro]
Put one in the air with me right quick. Bruh, we love you, rest in peace. All my Newark niggas what up? All my niggas over at Chancellor, what’s good? Surf, I see you, on neighborhood. What up? Anywhere there’s real niggas around, I’m right at home. Alright, bring my drums back in a minute. I like this bass though. I don’t think that’s gonna change anytime soon though

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped “B.M.F.” and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, “what up?” all I hear is “Uncle Joe” in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of “White Iverson”
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

Joe Budden – Serious lyrics

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, “What you was sayin’, man?”
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

Joe Budden – By Law lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
See I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Go ahead and judge me, I ain’t gotta honor y’all
Shit, I told the judge I’ll sit, never mind the bond
Nigga I won’t budge in this bitch, it’s like I’m a don
You can’t con a con
Left from the long arm of the law
Actin’ right as if my momma involved
My monologue say I’m back at it
One life, so son live it
I’m committed, never did it and wish that I undid it
Young kiddies listen, the one talkin’ ain’t really with it
Just forget it, would they be talkin’ if they was really with it
Come visit and see that the loudest one ain’t the one with it
And the one with it is the last one you want with it
Been stabbed and jumped slitted
Bad, then son ascended
And I pum-chika-chika-chika-pum-pum-ch-pum-chika
Every verse about me, worded proudly
Never worry or doubt me if you heard about me
Awake with nightmares, grew with murder around me
I’m still hitting my shmoney (shout) Shmurda and Rowdy
Ayyye, calling a bluff
I’m grown so I never think anything’s more than it was like horrible bud
Never beefin’ over these bitches cause it’s more that I love
I ain’t warring with cuz over what she’s offering but
She got my hammer on rock, I’m like Thor in the club
While she semi off the Remy bitch got my dick all the way up

[Pre-Hook: Jazzy]
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It’s not OK if I don’t do as bad if I do too much
Still got nothing, what you expecting from me
Why else you checking for me
Got nowhere left here to spare, I guess that’s my fault
[Hook: Jazzy & Joe Budden]
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I’m just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride though, I know
Niggas ’round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I’ma always be a real nigga that’s by law

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
See I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Go ahead and judge me, I ain’t gotta honor y’all
Shit, I told the judge I’ll sit, never mind the bond
Nigga I won’t budge in this bitch, it’s like I’m a don
You can’t con a con
Left from the long arm of the law
Actin’ right as if my momma involved
My monologue say I’m back at it
One life, so son live it
I’m committed, never did it and wish that I undid it

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Look what the Lords been agin
Straight from the horses jaws of hay
With an enormous rage weighin’
Unfortunate we don’t know the origin but it’s important is all they sayin
This a formal statement
The airports are delaying got reporters waiting
Live from a caucus in a Secaucus basement
For Rage to leave the cage like a lawless agent
A psycho ward patient that’s often pacing
Was Rage dragging a corpse like a dog with Steak-umms
For the organization’s inauguration
I got shooters on call with the 4’s just aching
In the four door Explorer with the awful gray tints
Notes over ya head, this a orchestration
How it is when the author give the authorization
Imploring you all to ignore the baiting
You gon’ give ya opinion they gon’ call it hatin’
By law
Yeah nigga I know
Still gotta ride though I know
Yeah nigga I know
Look, now the side show I don’t play it
I might have my nigga Tory (Say it)
See we live by a code
Lemme see u get ’em, get ’em
Real nigga by law

[Pre-Hook: Jazzy]
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It’s not OK if I don’t do as bad if I do too much
Still got nothing, what you expecting from me
Why else you checking for me
Got nowhere left here to spare, I guess that’s my fault

[Hook: Jazzy & Joe Budden]
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I’m just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride though, I know
Niggas ’round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I’ma always be a real nigga that’s by law