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EMELI SANDE – Starlight lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah
Um um

[Verse 1]
You are my starlight
Your shine can brighten up the darkness night
I’ll follow you until the daylight
‘Cause when you’re close
I know it’s alright, alright, alright, alright

[Pre-Chorus]
See baby, you got it
I got it, I got it, I got it, we got it
No baby, no baby, no baby, don’t stop it
We’re taking off and the higher we go
The harder I fall

[Chorus]
In love, in love
I feel like I just found the one, the one
Baby now look what you done, you done
You’ve lit up my life with your love, your love
(Your love, your love, your love)
I’m in love, I’m in love

[Verse 2]
You are my sunshine
Broke through the clouds and now I kissed the sky
Feels like I’m dreaming with open eyes
Long as I’m with you
I know I’m alright, alright, alright, alright

[Pre-Chorus]
See baby, you got it
I got it, I got it, I got it, we got it
No baby, no baby, no baby, don’t stop it
We’re taking off and the higher we go
The harder I fall

[Chorus]
In love, in love
I feel like I just found the one, the one
Baby now look what you done, you done
You’ve lit up my life with your love, your love
(Your love, your love, your love)
I’m in love, in love

[Bridge]
(Starlight, starlight, starlight)
Starlight, starlight, starlight
(Starlight, starlight, starlight
Starlight, starlight, starlight)

[Chorus]
In love, in love
I feel like I just found the one, the one
Baby now look what you done, you done
You’ve lit up my life with your love, your love
(Your love, your love, your love)
I’m in love, in love

[Outro]
(Starlight, starlight, starlight
Starlight, starlight, starlight
Starlight, starlight, starlight)

FRENCH MONTANA – Pop That lyrics

[Hook]
Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that

[Rick Ross]
Drop that n*gger bitch

[Drake]
I’m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Drop that n*gger bitch
What you twerkin with
Work, work, work, work, bounce
What you twerkin with

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin with
Throw it, bust it open
Show me what you twerk with
Ass so fat need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasing Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m inhaling smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I’m on that (Haaan)
We pop a molly, she buss it open (Haaan)
She seen the ‘gatti, that n*gger soaking

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talking four-door Bugatti I’m the life of the party
Let’s get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that n*gger bitch
I got what you want, drop that n*gger bitch
Film it, film it this bitch want me to film it
Balling, balling like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats fifty, one hundred, I see no f*cking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you n*gger niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you could take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, f*ck back then we the sh*t right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothaf*ckin’ crib
Picking up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that’s major sh*t, Toronto with me that’s mayor sh*t
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player sh*t
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man f*ck you and your time difference
I’m Young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, twenty bottles that’s on me
On the couch, wildin’ out yelling free my niggas ’til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch! Stop talkin’ that sh*t
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I f*ck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that n*gger spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone
I’m f*ckin with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that n*gger up, stop playin’
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I’m a beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv sh*t, pop that n*gger like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I will twist you like in a Rubix
Motherf*cker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I’m 5?5” but I could six nine
Then beat that n*gger like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, f*ck Joe
It’s Weezy F, f*ck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

[Hook]

FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE – St. Jude lyrics

Another conversation with no destination
Another battle, never won
And each side is a loser
So who cares if I have grown?

And I’m learning, so I’m leaving
And even thought I’m grieving
I’m trying to find the meaning
Let loss reveal it
Let loss reveal it

St. Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes
St. Jude, we were lost before she started
St. Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us
St. Jude, maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos

And I was on the island and you were there too
But somehow through the storm I couldn’t get to you
Oh, St. Jude, somehow she knew
And she came to give her blessing, while causing devastation
And I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, I just had to mention
Grabbing your attention

St. Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes
St. Jude, we were lost before she started
St. Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us
St. Jude, maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos

And I’m learning, so I’m leaving
And even thought I’m grieving
I’m trying to find the meaning
Let loss reveal it
Let loss reveal it

Bjork – The Gate

[Intro]
[Gibberish]

[Verse 1]
My healed chest wound
Transformed into a gate
Where I receive love from
Where I give love from

[Chorus 1]
And I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
Care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you

[Verse 2]
Split into many parts
Splattered light beams into prisms
That will reunite

[Chorus 2]
If you care for me, care for me
If you care for me, care for me
Care for me, care for me
And then I’ll care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
Care for you, care for you

[Verse 3]
Didn’t used to be so needy
Just more broken than normal
Proud self-sufficiency
My silhouette is oval
It is a gate

[Chorus 3]
I can care for you, care for you from
I can care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
You care for me, care for me
Care for you

Sia – Rainbow (From “My Little Pony”)

[Verse 1]
I know you, you’re a special one
Some see crazy where I see love
You fall so low but shoot so high
Big dreamers shoot for open sky
So much life in those open eyes
So much depth, you look for the light
But when your wounds open, you will cry
You’ll cry out now and you’ll question why

[Chorus]
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as they fall on down
I can see your soul grow
Through the pain as they hit the ground
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as the sun comes out
As the sun comes out

[Verse 2]
I am here and I see your pain
Through the storms, through the clouds, the rain
I’m telling you you cannot escape
You can do it, just feel baby

[Chorus]
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as they fall on down
I can see your soul grow
Through the pain as they hit the ground
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as the sun comes out
As the sun comes out

[Bridge]
Here comes the sun
Smiling down
Here comes the sun
Smiling down
Here comes the sun
Smiling down
Smiling down

[Chorus]
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as they fall on down
I can see your soul grow
Through the pain as they hit the ground
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as the sun comes out
As the sun comes out
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as they fall on down
I can see your soul grow
Through the pain as they hit the ground
I can see a rainbow
In your tears as the sun comes out
As the sun comes out

Chief Keef – Mailbox

[Hook]
No I can’t come down, bitch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

[Verse 1]
Niggas be really knowin’, bitches be really goin
Look up and the ceiling gone, that ass I’m feelin’ on
Need a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains
Like I ain’t got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backing in, with equipment & more laundry
You know we ain’t really for none, All I know is get paper
I know killas and they owe me big favors, Bitches XO me like Weeknd
I’m somewhere out eating, stay yo ass in 2 feet
Or go yo ass on the deep end, someone hand me a ashtray
That’s my boys who passed away, keep my mouth laminated
Till the day I’m eliminated

[Hook]
No I can’t come down, bitch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

[Verse 2]
What’s yo address nigga? Where you live at nigga?
We ain’t tryna hear that nigga, you know I’m a real ass nigga
Know I gotta get cash nigga, You know I want it real bad nigga
My young niggas run down on you, treat you like a lil ass nigga
Bitches see the ice, they see the cars, they see the Benz they in the mood
They get in, into the spot, that’s where the cars gon’ take us to
I need top, I told them bitches that like it was breaking news
And you know I be about my chicken, bitch no Ramen noodles
Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry
We can’t leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy
It’s lovely now, bitches be loving me now aye, had the bitch suckin me up
She might end up shutting me down aye

[Hook]
No I can’t come down, bitch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

Fetty Wap – High Thoughts

Shawty says she dyin’ to take a trip
Shawty says she dyin’ to make a flip
Smoke twenty-eight grounds on my zip
And this perky got me thinking I’m the sh*t
Talking to the shawty like this
Baby is you’re gonna let me hit
Baby is rolling up to split
I hopin’ all your friends were to sh*t
Baby we could .. be a Cruize
F*ckin’ .. I’ve never lose
Please don’t let the nigga make the noise
Nigga that be with me cartoons
Baby I’m the leader of the zone
Get into making niggas move
Never know how to follow niggas rules
I’m an itchy boy, I’m banging the rules
Come and take a walk up in my shoes
Five million .. on the crew
I was saving money like a Jew
When I spent 2 million on my Jewels
I .. I got more money than you
My future I was busing maneuvers.(high thoughts)

I was working it was taking the school bus
And my Ferrari I just parked where my school was
Niggas hatin’ I don’t really give to f*cks
Six Mercedes and I got me a few trucks
Seven versuri-lyrics.info
Two Ferrari’s and they practically useless
Love my ..
See me smiling cause I’m always coming dope
I’ve been countin’ money wherever I go
I ..
She gonna be wherever I go
She gonna be like baby give me more
She .. runnin’ meet me to the door
Oh, I’m like no
I have a ticket and I’m watching on my chain
If I’ve new Jersey .. on my name
You pay usually cash me with my gang
We’re insane, as when I bang
Yeahhhh!

Kid Ink – Bad Lil Vibe

[Chorus]
You move just like a tire swing
I swear you got the real thing
Not the type to conversate
The baddest if I do say do myself
You sexy on your own
Don’t need no help
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
I had to say excuse me

[Verse 1]
Can I take you home?
Baby, let me get some time
Second hand from the smoke, roll up
Forget about whoever did you wrong
Wear your heart on your sleeve
Like it’s Comme des Garçons, hold up
We been gettin’ to it ever since the movie started
And now we finally made it to you favorite part where
I’ll be Joker, you’ll play Harley
Had to put you on the squad, see

[Chorus]
You move just like a tire swing
I swear you got the real thing
Not the type to conversate
The baddest if I do say do myself
You sexy on your own
Don’t need no help
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe

[Verse 2]
And we so high
Don’t you ever kill the vibe
Undercover, you a freak
But you wearin’ your disguise
Baby, listen to your mind
You should take your own advice
I don’t really play no games
Less that shit come with a price, woo
I know you need me here to boost your ego, yeah
Baby, you so bad, plus the evil
When we roll, I’ll be Clyde, be my Bonny, yeah
We’ll hit the bank then hit the mall, see

[Chorus]
You move just like a tire swing
I swear you got the real thing
Not the type to conversate
The baddest if I do say do myself
You sexy on your own
Don’t need no help
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe

[Outro]
And we so high
And we so high
And we so
Yeah
You move just like a
That super psycho
I see your friends
Your crew just like you
I’ll get you high like
Top of the Eiffel
Give me a chance
Ain’t no tellin’ what I might do
When we alone
When you perform
Girl, I’m a fan
Just do your dance
Just do your dance
And let me know when I give you my hands
Yeah

Jay IDK – Baby Scale

[Verse 1: IDK]
Baby Scale mean balance
The Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscience nigga that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
I’m here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It’s funny, back then they ain’t want me
Now they still don’t want me, its funny
I’m still in the race with your major label signee
So I don’t need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami
You been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I’m just scolding my eyes is never shut
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I’m fucking up next (You)
The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
They say lyrics ain’t cool no more, I’m like sheesh
I guess after this shit drop I’m might peace (Bye)
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I’ll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply oops
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I know when the playing finished
I know when the aim is different
I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money
I’m aiming to hit the hearts, flatline
I’m here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime

[Interlude: IDK & Yung Gleesh]
HA! Run that shit from the top
Fuck they talkin bout. Ay Lo (kill moe) get me right
Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout

[Verse 2]
I got the shotty mouth
I gotta chalk em out
I get my nigga Gleesh, he gonna stomp ’em out
Use to like love and peace, I like destruction now
I was in love wit her, we just be fucking now
Say you got work but I guess it ain’t working now
Say you got plugs, well I guess that the circuit out
I just be telling the truth, fuck the purpin’ out
Any you niggas want beef then I’m servin’ out
Steak
Free smoke, free smoke (Aye)
Repo, repo (Aye)
They take yo chain, take yo watch, take your car take house and yo hoe (Aye)
Where I’m from they don’t play (Yea)
Hit a lick around the way (Yea)
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That’s the mentality
Them niggas be wildin’ out
That shit is sad to me
But that’s the reality
So that’s why I don’t give a fuck if a rap nigga mad at me
I shed a tear and I blame it on allergies
Mama just died and I claim it don’t damage me
Meanwhile, emotions is breaking the man in me
Try to throw shade and I’m breaking your canopy
I’m best rapper
Where I’m from nigga
Far as I’m concerned
NOOOO body better
Fuck yo analytics
Fuck a stream, fuck a team
I can walk a balance beam while I sing
Juggle, spit a 16 and be humble
Struggled 2015, now I’m leveled
Even at the top level, I don’t settle
Working off the late night, Jimmy Kimmel
Just to be on Jimmy Kimmel
I’m tryna put everybody on
But I’m put on myself first
I gotta give up my self-worth
I gotta filter the love and thirst
Niggas be thinking the love is real
You gotta pop 20 Xanny pills
Just to probably know how a nigga feels
I don’t feel shit
If yo ass ain’t a friend to me
Free flock, screaming STP
Rest In Peace
Falling off nigga that be the death of me
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
When you this high, everyone one a midget
2010 yea, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin’ down, praying for a nigga
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
Gone

Zedd & Liam Payne – Get Low (Street Video)

It takes two to love
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in you, lost in the rush
Faded, you stuck? I’ll help you up

Don’t care if you’re too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
And give you the touch you’re missing

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

Beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me
It’s hard to know what you see in me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows, I know that you’re fragile, yeah

Don’t care if you’re too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
And give you the touch you’re missing

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, Imma get in that

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Escape the undertow
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
A new life is floating
The stars were made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
With the sound of lovers blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, Imma get in that
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low

Caleborate – Soul

[Verse 1]
This is for my seven day a week, always on they grind niggas
Sacrifice it all just so we can shine niggas
Taking care of their kids on that 9 to 5 nigga
I made this here for you ’cause you are my nigga
Now I don’t stress over these hoes
I obsess over these flows
I may as well be Messi ’cause I got so many goals
And I gotta reach ’em all like I’m Ash Ketchum
Cause in this life you get one shot and it’s my last second
Now watch me pass goal, get my dough, break my daddy out of jail
Buy my mama a new house, somewhere in the Berkley Hills
Take my niggas cross the world then come back and pay my bills
Level up on everybody and remain real

[Hook]
See don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Better fight and don’t let ’em make you fold, god damn
Break the mold god damn, break the mold, god damn
Don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let ’em take your soul, god damn
I said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let em

[Verse 2]
This is for my day one, ride or die, free the ankle niggas
Used to have to eat cup noodles for dinner
Hit my mama couch to do my laundry in the winter
We was on that block tryna make a way, make a way out
Granny died, had to tell mama "it’s okay now"
What you no about no lights and water at 16
And you grown as fuck and they tell you to get a job and stop playing
And your bank account is so immature ’cause that shit ain’t got no cents
But you can’t stop and won’t stop, you just tighten up your belt

[Hook]
See don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Better fight and don’t let ’em make you fold, god damn
Break the mold god damn, break the mold, god damn
Don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let ’em take your soul, god damn
I said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let em

Kranium – Meet & Beat

[Intro: (Female’s voice)]
You’re single for what?
Two days!
Only two days?
Single for two days
And what you wanna do?
I want to fuck
You’ve only been single for two days
I want to fuck!
…I want to scream
I want to moan
I want to…
I want to…
Yes!

[Verse 1]
Too many, many, many gyal, nah change though
Way a so me born, a so me damn grow
Gyal, you inna short hair, you no care though
Haffi come get with the damn flow
Link up, then me drink a Magnum
Then me draw fi a Magnum, the condom
Know say a bere fuck run
She have her man, but she still a give him bun

[Chorus]
‘Bout meet and greet…
Me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, me haffi walk and speak…’bout it
Meet and greet…
Gyal, me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, man haffi walk and speak…’bout it

[Verse 2]
Sit down pon buddy and ride fi me…
That’s all me a say
Gyal, shift your draws to the side fi me…
Or take it off fi me deh
Know say you waan fuck ’cause man a star
But you don’t give me none at all
Matter of fact, you know say me feel nice ’cause me just lef’ the bar
Anyway

[Chorus]
You waan meet and greet…
But, me waan meet and beat
You know me nuh talk much normally, but today me nah be discrete, Oh God
You waan meet and greet…
But, me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete, but today you know me a walk and speak

[Verse 3]
You nuh see how you look?
You nuh see how you’re hot?
You nuh see how you dress?
You nuh see wha’ you got?
Come yah, baby, lay down, make me touch you from the back
But, anyway
Gyal, man haffi put it in
Tight yuh fuck, draw fi mi vaseline
She a scream
Real number on man you know you waan pon your ting
But anyway

[Chorus]
‘Bout meet and greet…
Me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, me haffi walk and speak…’bout it
Meet and greet…
Gyal, me waan meet and beat
Normally discrete
Your hole good, man haffi walk and speak…’bout it

[Outro]
You know your draws whole heap
When me touch your right place, inna tongues you a speak
Sit down pon buddy, baby
Sit down pon cocky, baby
Sit down and rock it like rocking chair, yeah yeah
Whine when you flow and shake
If you a Britney, a you me waan fi spear, you hear?

Kodak Black – No Flockin 2 (Bodak Orange)

[Intro]
Haters so sad
KKK, KKK

[Verse]
Young nigga I got new money, I got new hunnids
I got old cap, pink 50’s and I got blue hunnids
Toolie go to thumpin’ jump out bustin’
Foolies go to runnin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
Better go to school or somethin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
And nigga I shoot for fun
Money moves, these bloody shoes
I’m trippin’ Christian Louboutin
Excuse me son, I beg your pardon
Get from round me, smoke a flock
This is draco, this a baby choppa
I’ve been so angry docta’
Drop 8 ounces in my baby bottle, baby bottle pop
I don’t Nae Nae, I don’t milly rock
Baby I just Kodak Bop, I do no flock
I don’t really do no feature, nigga I don’t need no swap
I don’t eat no broccoli, no mo’ ’cause doc I smoked a canteloupe
I’m smoking KK, you smoke BB
I shot Dae Dae with a BB
I’m spazzin’ on their asses fast so much got muscle spasms
My haters proud of me, ’cause obviously I’m who they tryin’ to be
Make it so damn hard to copy they still try to copy me
Mouth full of gold since 10 years old I hit a lick up top for these
Everybody watchin me, jockin’ my flows
Catch ’em out there went and dropped diamond teeth
If they ain’t permanent pull ’em out your teeth
Hop out with Shotgun Pete
Hoppin’ up out the Jeep
Hoppin’ out, hop, hoppin’ out with the heat
Pimpin’ bitches, I be trickin’ freaks
Tricked them for the treat
And I keep a mask on like it’s Halloween
Er’yday Halloween, C’est La Vie
Nigga, what you say about me?
You ain’t even in my league
Can’t let you intervene
This orange codeine right here, that’s yellow lean
Definitely, I can do the beat again and again
Right now, if I please
Cheddar please, I’m ’bout my chedda’ cheese
Give my chedda’ please
‘Specially, I got the melody
I got the recipe
I hop out every scene, I caught no felonies
Fuck a nigga mean?
My bitches yellow
But oranges be fittin’ me better, she sweeter than tangerine
Glock 23, came with a drum every gun I got a tambourine
Orange Balenciaga
I’m so unique, but my swagger mean
Arms Balenciaga
Nigga, you can’t tell if that is me
I just got these bands for free
Poking one as I cut my sleeve
Baby, that’s make believe
Maybe that’s made with lean
She said, maybe that’s Maybelline
Baby, that’s made with lean
Tramp do you want a lil’ trampoline
I be concrete in these skreets
Poke on one, I cut my sleeve
Baby, that make believe
Maybe, that’s made with lean
She say, maybe that’s Maybelline
Orange soda, that’s my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, that my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, orange everything, orange everything
Bodak Orange, Kodak anything
Orange everything
Woo, glee

Leonard Cohen – Leaving The Table

I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game
I don’t know the people
In your picture frame
If I ever loved you, oh no, no
It’s a crying shame
If I ever loved you
If I knew your name
You don’t need a lawyer
I’m not making a claim
You don’t need to surrender
I’m not taking aim
I don’t need a lover, no, no, no
The wretched beast is tame
I don’t need a lover
So blow out the flame
There’s nobody missing
There is no reward
Little by little
We’re cutting the cord
We’re spending the treasure, oh no, no
That love cannot afford
I know you can feel it
The sweetness restored
I don’t need a reason
For what I became
I’ve got these excuses
They’re tired and they’re lame
I don’t need a pardon, no no, no no, no
There’s no one left to blame
I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game
I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game

Lizzo – Truth Hurts

[Intro]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Woo

[Verse 1]
I just took a DNA test, turns out I’m 100% that bitch
Even when I’m crying crazy
Yeah I got boy problems, that’s the human in me
Bling bling then I solve ‘Em, that’s the goddess in me
You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal
Help you with your career, just a little
You’re ‘posed to hold me down
But you’re holding me back
And that’s the sound of me not calling you back

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

[Verse 2]
You tried to break my heart
Oh that breaks my heart
That you thought you ever had it
No you ain’t from the start
Hey, I’m glad you’re back with your bitch
I mean who would wanna hide this?
I will never ever ever ever ever be your side chick
I put the sing in single
Ain’t worried ’bout a ring on my finger
You can tell your friend [?]
When you see ‘Em
It’s OK, he already in my DMs

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

[Bridge]
Imma hit you back in a minute
I don’t play tag, bitch I been it
We don’t fuck with lies
We don’t do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye, aye, aye
Imma hit you back in a minute
I don’t play tag, bitch I been it
We don’t fuck with lies
We don’t do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye, aye, aye

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

Macklemore – Good Old Days (feat. Ke$ha)

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I was thinking about the band
I was thinking about the fans
We were underground
Loaded merch in that 12-passenger van
In a small club in Minnesota
And the snow outside of 1st Ave
I just wanted my name in a star
Now look at where we at
Still growing up, still growing up
I’d be laying in my bed and dream about what I’d become
Couldn’t wait to get older, couldn’t wait to be someone
Now that I’m here, wishing I was still young
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Wish I didn’t think I had the answers
Wish I didn’t drink all of that glass first
Wish I made it to homecoming
Got up the courage to ask her
Wish I would’ve gotten out of my shell
Wish I put the bottle back on that shelf
Wish I wouldn’t have worry about what other people thought
And felt comfortable in myself
Rooftop open and the stars above
Moment frozen, sneaking out, and falling in love
Me, you and that futon, we’d just begun
On the grass, dreaming, figuring out who I was
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 3: Macklemore & Kesha]
Never thought we’d get old, maybe we’re still young
May we always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I’ve been missing what it’s about
Been scared of the future, thinking about the past
While missing out on now
We’ve come so far, I guess I’m proud
And I ain’t worried about the wrinkles around my smile
I’ve got some scars, I’ve been around
I’ve thrown some pain, I’ve seen some things, but I’m here now
Those good old days

[Bridge: Kesha]
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days

Murs – Shakespeare On The Low (feat. Rexx Life Raj)

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

Hey, hey
She said she like my dreads
Dark skin, thick, wearin’ bright ass red
Red weave, and red shoe laces
She must not know I hang around them blue places
My homies bang the c
But still find trouble, wherever it be
But that’s not me, I try to keep it lowkey
I ain’t never been a g, I just wanna be free but
We affiliated so I never really dated any ladies from the other side of town
Now I know they all hatin’, but I’m tired of the waitin
Gotta get a baby girl right now
Montague piru and a crip capulet
Knew that we would start a war but I had no regrets
Madly in love so we had mad sex
But for some strange reason didn’t get a last text
Wanna fake her death
A plan so clever
When it all settled down we would run away together
But I never got a text, so when I saw her dead
I pulled the trigger on my pistol and I pointed at my head
When she woke up and saw I blew my brains out
She picked up the pistol and she went the same route
Star-crossed lovers shinin’ bright in the afterlife
Still holdin’ hands when they found us on that tragic night

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

Wizkid – Everytime (feat. Future)

Shizzi
Future Hendrix
Wizkid

[Verse 1]
Baby when you leave, i no go leave oh
Girl i wanna stay here with you
Mama tell me make i steady live life
Make i no dey jonze, make i dey there for you oh

She tell me say na you dey make me dey slow down
She tell me say na you dey make me calm down
She tell me say if i ever leave you i will never ever find one like you

Girl you got me high with your loving
If dey with me no one can stop me
Super man me need super woman
When you dey with me i feel like bigger man

Say you give me that wicked whine
Say you give me that wickedest whine
You make my temperature rise
Na only you dey make me feel the way i feel

Hook [Future]
I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

Baby girl (Everytime)
Bad girl i want you more
Bad Girl I need You More
Bad girl i want you more
Bad Girl I need You More
Omoge i want you more

[Verse 2 – Wizkid]
When you travel with me, girl you know we (?)
First Class (?)
Sharp boy we land me no tease ya
When I dey with you, other girls got a margin
Girl you give me eye with your loving, loving
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8 figure 8 oh, see when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you

[Pre-Chorus – Future]
I think about you everyday every sec
The way you move your body, brand new flakes
You gat something in your whine that make me high

[Chorus – Wizkid & Future]
Baby baby girl, Everytime
Bad girl I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Bad girl I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Omoge I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Omoge I want you more, Everytime
This bad boy need you more, Everytime

[Verse 3 – Wizkid & Future]
Girl you give me eye with your loving, loving
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8 figure 8 oh, when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you
And I always get a feeling that, if I love you back you would love me too
Take view to the (?)
We gon stay up and make love for seven days

Lil Durk – We Ball (feat. Booka600)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face
I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape
His mamma still mad, so I gave her a break
Break, bitch
Her OG’s starting to think that I’m fake
Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski, I can’t live without them
Gutta, that’s Zoo brother
I don’t know him, but heard a lot about him
Get smoked if you caught without it
Thinkin’ ’bout a pass, I doubt it
Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers
Niggas killed your homie, you ain’t even ride
Me and Booka from the Lam back to Steve Drive
Folk ‘nem extra
Folk ‘nem four, five deep
On Pluto, Folk ‘nem desperate
Shooting shit with no mask on
Fuck it ’cause Folk ‘nem catching
Have a kickback on your block
We poppin’ in every way
Why he keep on talking like we won’t turn him into a day?
Niggas snake me once, then it’s fuck niggas
And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in ’em
This will knock you cold, ain’t nobody put no slugs in ’em
Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, Tutu, Tooka, Lil Marc, Jojo
Yes, we do it! (Gang)

[Interlude: Lil Durk]
Doo-doo (Ooh, ooh)
Doo-doo

[Verse 2: Booka 600]
L’A lost his blood, nigga
If it was me, the one, they always had star, nigga
And we was having heart to heart discussions
Long nights in them trenches, shootouts bussin’
Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby
Got five brothers, they down for them bodies
Nobody told
Six ain’t got no love in ’em
Niggas out here spelling loyal, ain’t got love in it
These niggas bold
Lil Boo told me how it was, nigga
All eyes on us, don’t trust niggas
I feel his soul
Pull that AK, let up
Ain’t a opp out here I’m letting up on
Stello died for this shit, ain’t letting up on ’em
And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free all my brothers, I gotta go get ’em
Can’t tell you the story ’cause I’ma die with ’em
You beefing with Folk ‘nem, I cannot get in it
If it’s not a foreign, I cannot get in it
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Made this shit when I was all in my feelings
In school, we posted up all in the building
Your homie had told, but that’s not my business (He told)
Niggas be trippin’
Lil nigga, you know what you did
It’s crazy, I heard you be fucking with kids
(Yeah, heard you fucking with kids)
(Murder, murder)
Nigga, we ballin’
Money to the jail, lawyers and bail
Money to the side to the side ‘case they be callin’
I’ma press one, niggas be dodging

[Outro: Lil Durk, Booka 600, and Both]
We don’t do this often
Catch a opp and off him
Nigga we ball
Yeah, yeah
600, 600 (600), Snitch-K
600 (600)
600 (600)
Snitch-K (Snitch-K)
600 (600)
300 (300)
300 (300)

2Pac – Hit ’em Up (Dirty)

[Intro: 2Pac]
I ain’t got no motherfuckin’ friends
That’s why I fucked yo’ bitch, you fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killers
(Take money) You know who the realest is
(Take money) We bring it too
(Take money)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, fuck yo’ bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels
Steady gunnin’, keep on bustin’ at them fools, you know the rules
Lil’ Caesar, go ask your homie how I’ll leave ya
Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil’ Kim, don’t fuck around with real G’s
Quick to snatch yo’ ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace!
I’ll let them niggas know it’s on for life
Don’t let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo’ caps peeled, you know

[Hook: 2Pac]
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don’t know why I’m even on this track
Y’all niggas ain’t even on my level
I’ma let my little homies ride
On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo’, pass the MAC
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin’ traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain’t never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I’m servin’ ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank ’cause I’ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin’ block I’m runnin’ through, nigga
And I’m smokin’ Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty/sour
I push packages every hour; I hit ’em up!

[Hook: 2Pac]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain’t no freestyle battle, all you niggas gettin’ killed
With your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds, hopin’
Smokin’ dope, it’s like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin’ about you gettin’ money, but it’s funny to me
All you niggas livin’ bummy — why you fuckin’ with me?
I’m a self-made millionaire
Thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Now it’s all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I’m back to set the record straight
With my AK, I’m still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit ’em up!

[Verse 4: Kadafi]
I’m from N-E-W Jers’ where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil’ Cease
I’ll bring you fake G’s to your knees, coppin’ pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin’ up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked

[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
You’s a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to your face you ain’t shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas’ in a choke
Gun totin’ smoke, we ain’t no motherfuckin’ joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin’
We approachin’ in the wide open, gun smokin’
No need for hopin’, it’s a battle lost
I got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin’ off
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Outro: 2Pac]
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, ha ha
They don’t wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin’ up tryna be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job?
We millionaires, killin’ ain’t fair
But somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don’t one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin’?
You’re fuckin’ with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain’t singin’, we bringin’ drama
Fuck you and yo’ motherfuckin’ mama!
We gon’ kill all you motherfuckers!
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a motherfuckin’ opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin’ crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
Chino XL: fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
(Take money, take money)
All of y’all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow!
Motherfucker, my .44 make sho’ all y’all kids don’t grow!
You motherfuckers can’t be us or see us
We motherfuckin’ Thug Life-riders, Westside ’til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We’ll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin’ mob!
Ain’t nothin’ but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
You niggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns under their motherfuckin’ belts
You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can’t feel it, we the realest
Fuck ’em, we Bad Boy killers!

Makaveli & Big L – Deadly Combination (feat. 2Pac)

[Intro: Ron G – echoing at each break]
Yes, indeed, it’s the mix king, Ron G
I got somethin’ the world ain’t ready for
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta
D.C., Detroit, New Orleans
Y’all know the deal, Flava!!!

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Hahahahahaha! Yeah, nigga!
Yeah, that’s right! Bay-bayy!
That’s how we do it!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin’ to kill me
Picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points ’til they drill me
Keepin’ it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
See, niggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I’m tryin’ to be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world ’til I’m gone
Bitches be warned: word is bond, you’ll get torn
I’m bustin’ on Giuliani, he rubbin’ my niggas wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave, picture me
I’m spittin’ at punk bitches and hustlin’ to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don’t cater to you hoes
Fuck with me and have
A hundred motherfuckers at yo’ do’ with fo’-fo’s!
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life!

[Verse 2: Big L]
I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like The Notorious B.I.G
I’ll rock a fella, like Shawn Carter
With more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y’all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin’ the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I’m in
Hot rhymin’, diamonds shinin’, autograph signin’
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, huh
‘Cause I keep cream, I’m large on the street scene
Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream

[Outro: Big L + 2Pac]
Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem’s finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
Hahahaha! That’s how we do it out here
On this underground real shit, nigga, it’s the heat, nigga
Now, rewind this motherfucker
You know you can’t help it
Deadly combination, bwoy!

2Pac – Me And My Girlfriend

Sheeit, ju motherfuckin right
I’m the bitch that’s keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk ass niggaz don’t
Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

[Tupac]
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c’mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
Our first date, couldn’t wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga’s heartbeat stop

[girl]
What!! I’m bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! *gunfire* I’m on yo’ ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I’m bustin all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

[Tupac]
My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It’s true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus: Tupac]

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

[Tupac]
I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin’s lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God’s eyes — now it’s time for war
Never leave me baby, I’m paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I’m waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I’ve had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I’ll be there through it all
You’re the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus]

[Tupac]
I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I’m hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that’s on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I’m askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that’s why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind — look for me
[repeat 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!

2Pac – Death Around The Corner

[Child:] Why you by the window?, what’s wrong daddy?

[Mother:] I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He’s just stand by the goddamn window
with that fuckin’ AK all day
You don’t work, you don’t fuck, you don’t,
you don’t do a goddamn thing

I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny’s to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me
Got me stressin’ with my pistol in my sheets, it ain’t healthy
Am I paranoid? – Tell me the truth
I’m out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can’t take the stress,
I’m out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self,
but I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)

I see death around the corner,
the pressure’s getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here’s hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin’
Huggin’ my trigger for all them niggas
who was buggin’
My homie told me once,
don’t you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can’t give up, although I’m hopeless,
I think my mind’s gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

[Chorus]

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin’ liquor out my momma’s titty
And smokin’ weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til’ you out cold
And tho’ i’m gone now, nigga it’s still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain’t sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin’ now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain’t scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y’all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,
all right

[Movie bites]

I’m tired off getting ripped off by guys like that

I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head

I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don’t care

2Pac – Blasphemy

God has a plan, and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
Through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we’re cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We’ll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy

Tupac don’t start that blasphemy in here!
Makaveli, the new breed, and I remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me, remember what my pops told me

My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Struggling, known to hustle screamin’ fuck they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggas, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There’s ten rules to the game, but I’ll share with you two
Know, niggas gon’ hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B.
That’s Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo’, enemies close nigga, watch yo’ homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I’d live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain’t around, so I gotta recall
Or come to grips with being on my enemy’s wall (rest in peace)
Promised if I have a seed, I’ma guide him right
Dear Lord don’t let me die tonight
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain’t nothing free, give back what you earn, no doubt
Gettin higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased
This Thug Life’ll be the death of me, see’mon, yeah

And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord
Dem a tell ‘nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud
Using the name of the Lord in vein
While the people in the ghetto, feel ‘nough pain

We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowing
Everybody kissing ass to go to heaven ain’t going
Put my soul on it, I’m fighting devil niggas daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severely
Tell me I ain’t God’s son, nigga mom a virgin
We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Doing wild shit, looking at the sun don’t pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day
They say Moses split the Red Sea
I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I’m deadly, Babylon beware
Coming from the Pharaoh’s kids, retaliation
Making legends off the shit we did, still bullshitting
Niggas in Jerusalem, waiting for signs
God promised, she’s just taking her time,
Living by the Nile while the water flows
I’m contemplating plots wondering which door to go
Brothers getting shot, coming back resurrected
It’s just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit)

And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord
Dem a tell ‘nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud
Using the name of the Lord in vein
While the people in the ghetto, feel ‘nough pain

The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that’s eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinking that they evil
While the preacher being richer you say honor God’s people
Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop
Waiting to beat my ass if I don’t go pop?
Memories of a past time, giving up cash
To the leaders, knowing damn well, it ain’t gonna feed us
In my brain how can you explain, time in D.C.
It’s hard enough to live now, in these times of greed
They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand
Times in this crime man, my Thug nation
Do what you gotta do but know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? I leave this here
I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? And my people say

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord
Dem a tell ‘nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud
Using the name of the Lord in vein
While the people in the ghetto, feel ‘nough pain

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord
Dem a tell ‘nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud
Using the name of the Lord in vein
While the people in the ghetto, feel ‘nough pain

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord
Dem a tell ‘nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud
Using the name of the Lord in vein
While the people in the ghetto, feel ‘nough pain

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord
Dem a tell ‘nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud
Using the name of the Lord in vein
While the people in the ghetto, feel ‘nough pain

Our father, who art in heaven
Hallow be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
In earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
As we give up our debts
As we forgive our debt-ors
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us, un-evil
For God, is the kingdom, and the power
And the glory forever, and ever, and ever

2Pac – Hail Mary

Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow’s like a twelve gauge shotty, feel me
And God said, "He should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh"

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

I ain’t a killer but don’t push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy
Next to gettin’ pussy, picture paragraphs unloaded
Wise words bein’ quoted, peeped the weakness in the rap game
And sewed it, bow down, pray to God hoping that he’s listenin’
Seein’ niggaz comin’ for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin’

Now pay attention, rest in peace father, I’m a ghost in these killin’ fields
Hail Mary, catch me if I go, let’s go deep inside the solitary mind
Of a madman who screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies
See me flee, activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, set trip

Empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say, "The game is all corrupted", fucked in this shit, stuck, niggaz is lucky
If we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can’t adjust, it’s just as well, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Penitentiaries is packed with promise makes
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin’
Instutionalized, I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we’re too crazy to be humble
We ballin’, catch me father please, ’cause I’m fallin’

In the liquor store, that’s the hennessee I hear ya callin’
Can I get some more? Hail til I reach hell, I ain’t scared
Mama checkin’ in my bedroom, I ain’t there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nuttin’ to lose, just me and you

On a one way trip to prison, sellin’ drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin’ life as thugs
To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin’ they bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I’ll be down in the dark
Thuggin’ eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary, nigga

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

They got a APB, out on my thug family since the Outlawz
Run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off hennessee and Thai

Tryin’ it, mixed it, now I’m twisted blisted and high
Visions of me, Thug livin’ gettin’ me by forever live
And I multiply survived by thugs, when I die they won’t cry
Unless they comin’ with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever’s goin’ on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin’ rowdy
Ready to wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers

On the regular mashin’ in a black Ac Integ-ra
Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that’s when I’m dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat’s worse
From a thug to preachin’ church, I gave you love now you eatin’ dirt

Needin’ work and I ain’t the nigga to put you on
‘Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
That’s when sun came up, there’s only one way up
hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up

If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit? I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin’ with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate

If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks, Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit I don’t got, be the shit, I gotta take
Dealin’ with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

We’ve been traveling on this wavy road long time
Til I be take off this load but we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary, we won’t worry everything will come real
Free like the bird in the tree, we won’t worry everything will come real
Yes, we free like the bird in the tree we runni’ from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

2Pac – Picture Me Rollin’

Yeah
Clear enough for ya? Yea right
Why you niggas look mad?
Y’all supposed to be happy I’m free!
Y’all niggas look like y’all wanted me to stay in jail
Ho bustas!

Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there’s no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that’s what somebody be telling
Know there’s dope being sold, but I ain’t the one selling!
Don’t want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed ’em lead
Now I’m released, how will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it’s so hard to be positive
When niggas shooting at your crib
Mama, I’m still thugging, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheming on ways
To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin’
Flossing a Benz on rims that isn’t stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I’m like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beating and my hands are swollen
Thinking of the G’s I’ll be holdin’, picture me rollin’

Can you see me now? (Oh picture me rollin’)
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Picture me rollin’ (picture me rollin’)
Yeah nigga!
Ay, but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who’s back?

I got keys coming from overseas
Cost a nigga 200 G’s
I’m a street commando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss ’cause I’m more like a boss player
Thug, branded to be a women-layer
So many player haters, imitators steady swanging
Make me wanna start back banging
So I’m caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packing 40 Glocks, contain em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy coming from my enemies
While I’m sipping on Remy
In front of black Lexus, Chevy’s on the roam
’96 Big body, sitting on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is on
You can admire, but don’t look too long
I’m living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin’
It’s hard to imagine picture me rollin’!

Picture, picture me rollin’
Rollin’, picture me rollin’
Wheelin’, picture me rollin’
Picture me yea yeah

I gots to get the fuck up in it
Formulate a caper
‘Cause a nigga straight suffering from lack of having paper
My bitch fin’ to have a bastard, see?
So I needs to hit a lick, drastically
I see some ballin’ ass niggas, and they slippin’ in my spot
And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)
Checking in the park, ‘Pac

We caught em sleeping, he didn’t peep you niggas creeping?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it’s time to count the profit
Cpo, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it
I get the liquor, and you could get the females
This crooked shit that we inflicting getting street sales!

Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9
I’m as cool as a motherfucker, I’mma get mine
Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen
Boss Hog and this ‘Pac nigga, picture us rollin’

Rollin’
Picture me rollin’
Picture me
Picture me rollin’

Is y’all ready for me?
Picture me rollin’ roll call
You know there’s some muh’fuckers out there
I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch ass C.O.’s
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin on y’all punk ass!
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah
All them niggas up in them cell blocks
I told y’all niggas when I come home it’s on
That’s right nigga, picture me rollin’
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me, ho?
Picture me rollin’
And all you punk police
Can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin’ nigga, legit
Free like O.J. All day
You can’t stop me
You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker
Manute, Pain, Syke, Cochran, Mopreme
It’s sad dog
Can you picture us rolling?
Can you see me ho?
Is y’all ready for me?
We up out this bitch
Any time y’all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin’

2Pac – Ambitionz Az A Ridah

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G
[x2]

(Let’s get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
that get down for theirs
Constantly, money over bitches

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
Police bustin at me
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
Got the police bustin at me
I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah..

Not bitches over money
Stay on your grind nigga
My ambitions as a ridah!
My ambitions as a ridah!

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I’m barely broke
I’m smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
I’m on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil’, so I’m wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
I’ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it’s manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it’s on and it’s on because I said so
Can’t trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
to my amibitions as a ridah

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G
[x2]

(I won’t deny it, I’ma straight ridah)
Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it’s time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I’m ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life
(yeah nigga!)
That’s what they screamin as they drill me, but I’m hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that’s all you niggaz got?)
witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I’d rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me I’m suicidal thinkin thoughts
I’m innocent, so there’ll be bullets flyin when I’m caught
(Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won’t get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it’s time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G

My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I’m back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds,
sure as some bitches bleeds
niggaz’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn’t finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
didn’t diminish my powers
so now I’m back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That’s why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I’m back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I’ll have these motherfuckers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gon’ feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
the cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history’ll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggaz that played me,
and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it’s yo’ nigga right beside ya
Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention
to my ambitions as a ridah

I won’t deny it, I’m a straight ridah
You don’t wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can’t do nuttin to a G
[x2]

2Pac – Bomb First (Without Intro)

Suge Shot Me
In today’s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact ’cause of the new album;
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli’s verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why’d they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But released this statement:
It’s not about East or West
It’s about niggas and bitches, power and money,
Riders and punks. Which side are you on?
These niggas is still fuckin’ talkin?
You niggas still breathin? fuckin’ roaches, aight
Aight, it’s the Raid for your cockroaches
It’s the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo’ ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it!
Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu’Ran
Niggas get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun’s next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin’ plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes ’cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I’m tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dope fiend’s titty, huh
In every city you’ll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare
I’m right there; my every word, a fuckin’ nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em
Cut ’em down.. to Hell is where we send ’em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I’m not gon’ cry
Me – a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper ’til I’m gone
Thug Life runnin’ through my veins so I’m strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let’s get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas but I’m not gon’ cry
I’m a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin’ out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don’t deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin’ right behind ya
Should’ve never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first!
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to fight tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
For so many days and some many ways we’ve been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nothin’ to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it’s Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you’ll never do
And that’s ride for the cause
Yes I’ll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I’ma leave this bitch
Yo I’m dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh’fuckin’ Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain’t in this rap game, for the motherfuckin’ cash mayne
Then what is your motherfuckin’ purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That’s until the day, I decided to bomb first biatch!
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin’ massive terror, y’all niggas lack, you ain’t thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin’ fairy tales dunn
"King of New York, " like you the motherfuckin one?
But I’m from Jerz and we don’t play that shit
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it’s hard
Tryin’ to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv’
With no warnin’ signs, ’cause yo my man took five
Now I’m the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin’
Don’t want to hear no shit this evenin’, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first

Mistakes – Tove Styrke lyrics

Lyrics Tove Styrke – Mistakes

I should probably leave, right?
You got me buzzin’ like a street light
And I’ve been trying to put it behind
But can’t deny we got a real vibe
You doing something I can’t explain now
Putting pictures on my brain now
But really I should get some me time
Before I do something I can’t rewind.(mistakes)

Oh baby, gimme highs and lows
Wanna get close, no clothes
I don’t feel like going home now
Got me all up in the zone now
Oh baby, gimme highs and lows
Wanna get close, no clothes
Probably better if I go now.

You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Love how bittersweet it tastes
He-he-hey
You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Bend my heart until it breaks
Heeeyy.

You say a lot in between lines
It’s in the air like real high
You make it really hard to leave
I know I’m gonna want to get out of my Levi’s
You doing something I can’t explain
Putting pictures on my brain (putting pictures on)
And really I should get some me time
But in the meantime, some you and me time.

Oh baby, gimme highs and lows
Wanna get close, no clothes
I don’t feel like going home now
Got me all up in the zone now
Oh baby, gimme highs and lows
And mixin’ up the do’s and dont’s
Probably better if I go now.

You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Love how bittersweet it tastes
You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Bend my heart until it breaks
You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Love how bittersweet it tastes.

I’ve been trying to take it slow
But you’re making it impossible
I don’t wanna think it through
I just wanna… with you, ooh, mmm
Heeey.

You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Love how bittersweet it tastes (it tastes like)
Versuri-lyrics.info
You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Bend my heart until it breaks
You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Love how bittersweet it tastes (it tastes like)
You make me, you make me
You make me wanna make mistakes
Bend my heart until it breaks
Heeyyy.
Tove Styrke lyrics
Video Tove Styrke

After the rain – Nickelback lyrics

Lyrics Nickelback – After the rain

All your life, scramble and scurry
Take your time, rather than hurry
Never too late to write the best of your story
Remember to breathe or else you’re gonna be sorry
Life’s no race, it’s a companion
Always face with reckless abandon
The ticket to life as my mother once told me
Stick with your pride and you’re gonna be lonely.
Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue skies we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain.

Spend your days happy and grateful
Avoid the taste of wanting and wasteful
Every good thing will come in moderation
Envy and greed will only lead to frustration
Choose your friends, carefree and kindly
Choose your words, careful and wisely
Always be there to lend a comforting shoulder
One will be there to share a day when you’re older.

Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue skies we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain.

All mistakes, committed upon us
Always take a toll on the conscience
Every regret is a debt that you live with
Never forget to remember forgiveness.

Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Versuri-lyrics.info
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue skies we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain.

Gonna have to come after the rain
Gonna have to come after the rain
Gonna have to come after the rain
Rain, yeah
Gonna have to come after the rainnn.
Nickelback lyrics
Video rain