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The Fighter – Keith Urban feat. Carrie Underwood lyrics

Lyrics Keith Urban – The Fighter

I know he hurt you
Made you scared of love, too scared to love
He didn’t deserve you
Cause your precious heart is a precious heart
He didn’t know what he had and I thank God, oooh, ohhh, ohh
And it’s gonna take just a little time
But you’re gonna see that I was born to love you.(the fighter)

What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I promise I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter.

Look in the mirror
You’re beautiful, so beautiful
I’m here to remind you
You’re my only one, let me be the one
To heal all the pain that he put you through
It’s a love like you never knew
Just let me show you.

What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter
What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I promise, I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter.

I wanna believe that you got me baby
I swear I do from now until the next life
I wanna love, wanna give you all my heart.

What if I fall?
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter
What if I fall? versuri-lyrics.info
I won’t let you fall
What if I cry?
I promise I’ll never make you cry
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighter.

What if I fall?
What if I cry?
And if I get scared?
I’ll hold you tighter
When they’re tryna get to you baby I’ll be the fighterrr.
Keith Urban lyrics
Video fighter

Hollow – Phantom Sage lyrics

Lyrics Phantom Sage – Hollow

Burnin’ down the walls,
We let the monsters in,
And now we’re runnin’ down the halls,
No we can’t let them win.(hollow)

There’s an evil inside
That is lurking way down below,
And if I can’t hold to my breath.
Then I’m bound to become hollow.

Can you say that I disappeared.
Can you say that I wasn’t there for you.
When you went into hiding.
On the front steps of your porch.
And I reflected on the memories.
But I put out that torch.

Hollow, hollooow
But I put out that torch.
Hollooow, hollooow
But I put out that torch.

So now can you tell me where you want to be in time,
There’s a million different places and a million different heights.
I’ll climb the tallest of the mountains, the highest place I find.
So that I can look over at before me what is mine.

Can you say that I disappeared.
Can you say that I wasn’t there for you.
When you went into hiding.
On the front steps of your porch.
And I reflected on the memories.
But I put out that torch.
Versuri-lyrics.info

Hollooow, hollooow
But I put out that torch.
Hollooow, holloow
But I put out that torch.

Can you say that I disappeared.
Can you say that I wasn’t there for you.
When you went into hiding.
On the front steps of your porch.
And I reflected on the memories.
But I put out that torch.

Can you say that I disappeared.
Can you say that I wasn’t there for you.

Looking for
Can you say that
That’s what I’m looking for.

Hollooow, hollooow
That’s what I’m lookin for.
Can you say that.
That’s what I’m looking for.
That’s what I’m looking forrr.
Phantom Sage lyrics
Video Phantom

Why don t you love me – Vintage Culture lyrics

Lyrics Vintage Culture – Why don t you love me

Why are you fading into the stars.
No love, no one, no treasure.
Seems like your plane lands with no hearts.
No love, no one, no better.(why don t you love me)

Just dance all night.
We own the party and the night.
Just dance alright.
We’re the party and the night just dance alright.
We own the party and the night.
Just dance alright.

Why don’t you love?
Why don’t you love?
Don’t you want to love somebody?

Why don’t you love?
Why don’t you love?
Don’t you want to love somebody?

Why don’t you love?
Why don’t you love?

Why are you fading into the stars.
No love, no one, no treasure.
Seems like your plane lands with no hearts.
No love, no one, no better.
Versuri-lyrics.info

Just dance all night.
We own the party and the night.
Just dance alright.

Why don’t you love?
Why don’t you love?

Why are you fading into the stars.
No love, no one, no treasure.
Seems like your plane lands with no hearts.
No love, no one, no better.

Just dance all night.
We own the party and the night.
Just dance alright.
We’re the party and the night just dance alright.
We own the party and the night.
Just dance alrighttt.
Vintage Culture lyrics
Video love

Thumbs – Sabrina Carpenter lyrics

Lyrics Sabrina Carpenter – Thumbs

Somewhere in the world, there is a father and a mother
And the father is a son, who has a mother
The mother has a daughter, who gets married to the brother of a mother
And they all just tryna multiply with one another.(thumbs)

‘Cause that’s just the way of the world
It never ends ’til the end, then you start again
That’s just the way of the world
That’s just the way of the world.

Somewhere in the world, they think they’re working for themselves
They get up everyday to go to work for someone else
And somebody works for them, and so, they think they got it made
But they’re all just working to get paid the very same.

And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-duuum
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum-duuum
And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum (skiddly-dee-dat-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum-duuum.

Somewhere in the world, you got a robber and a bank
And the bank robbed the people, so the people rob the bank
And the police came to get him, but they let him get away
‘Cause they’re all just workin’ to get paid the very same.

‘Cause that’s just the way of the world
It never ends ’til the end, then you start again
That’s just the way of the world
That’s just the way of the world.

And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thuuumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum-dum
And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thuuumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum (skiddly-dee-dat-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thuuumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum-dummm.

Don’t believe everything that you hear
Let it go through your left and right ear
Don’t just march to the beat of that drum
Don’t be one of them people just twiddlin’ them thuuumbs.

‘Cause that’s just the way of the world (way of the world)
It never ends ’til the end, then you start again (start again)
That’s just the way of the world
That’s just the way of the world.

And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thuuumbs (keep on)
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum (skiddly-dee-dat-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thuuumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum-dum (Woo-oo, woo-oo)
And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thuuumbs (keep on, keep on)
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum (skiddly-dee-dat-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thuuumbs (la-a-a-a-aaaa)
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum-dum
(Siddly-dee-dat-dat-dat-de-dat-dum-dum).

And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs (keep on, keep on)
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum
They keep on, they keep on
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-dat-dum-dum
‘Cause that’s just the way of the worlddd.
Sabrina Carpenter lyrics
Video Sabrina

Otra noche – Rafa Espino letra

Letra Rafa Espino – Otra noche

Otra noche más en la que no nos vemos
y que por mas que nos hablemos nunca nos besamos,
a veces te echo de menos y ni nos conocemos,
vamos, ¿que mas da que nos gustemos si desconfiamos?
Somos el amor que no hacemos,
tus ojos y mis párrafos, poesía de la que jamás probamos…
Incompatibles, yo ni si quiera me quiero,
¿como vamos a encontrar lo que queremos si escapamos?

Yo no beso sin motivos pero esquivo
si alguien me dice quiéreme pero su interés no está aquí conmigo,
así que véndeme, siente y miénteme, yo te persigo
perdido entre tus piernas te despido entre gemidos.
Juro que te escribo sólo por deporte,
mi corazón no llora ahora que ha encontrado el norte,
la soga que me ahoga podrá hacer que me conforme
ya que no valoras todas las horas a solas que pensé en tu nombre.

Nunca digas que ambos sentimos lo mismo
porque tan sólo existo en los confines de tu abismo,
buscando una cardióloga que calme al mecanismo
y me encontré una nómada que no me da mas que seísmos.
Mejor olvídame, demasiado tiempo perdido,
demasiadas cosas que no te diré al oído,
búscate otro amigo de los que quieren tu cama
para irse mañana y nunca te mirarán como yo te miro.

Vivo idealizando todo cuerpo de mujer
con el férreo capricho de verme como su presa
y la certeza de una guerra sin saber
que el poeta busca musa como excusa a su tristeza.
Y es que a mi no me interesa lo que puedan esconder bajo su blusa
pero sí lo que les ronda en la cabeza,
no quiero esta culpa por querer a más de una mujer
ya dejó de doler que no seas tú la que me besa.

Otra noche más en que sigo escribiendo a mis dolencias
y todas tienen nombre y apellidos.
Otra noche más buscando la sentencia de mi ausencia
por no querer dañar a quien escribo.
Una noche menos para darme cuenta de la incongruencia
que es decidir si al fin me decido y ¿cómo me decido si
te olvido y te recuerdo y luego vuelvo a otra
y me muerde otra boca que anula el sentido?

Sigo con esta vorágine en mis márgenes, sus gráciles figuras
y esas mentes sugestivas que me salvan, que en entre todas completan
mis vacíos dando escalofríos a mi libreta cuando me faltan.
Desnudo el alma, regalo tiempo, vivo el momento, música alta y
debate interno, sé bien lo que siento pero siento este revuelo
¿cómo explicar lo que quiero si ni yo mismo lo entiendo?

Enajenado y loco escribo a una musa por hora,
sé que me enamora lo raro una historia cruda
que desnuda dudas, psicoanalizar como razonas,
mis letras son para todas, mi amor va para ninguna.
Y que le hago si me gusta el modo en que me mira,
si me pone conversar con ella, abrir su mente
inefable y diferente, yo un demente que se inspira
con la herida que dejó la vida cosida en la gente.

Yo no puedo ser de nadie, ¿quién va a llamar
a un majara que enmascara cada reflexión en frases?
Que aunque los flashes me cegasen destrozara mi cama
cada mañana y quedara para el desguace.
Así que ya sé lo que debo de hacer y es dejar que mis álters
vuelen alto por mi cuarto y vuelvan cuando gusten,
porque sé que esto me curte aunque disguste cuando pase,
otra noche más al traste de desastre y de reajusteee.
Rafa Espino letras
Video noche

Oh my – Pressa feat. Tory Lanez lyrics

Lyrics Pressa – Oh my

Nigga my young boy Pressa
Y’all niggas know who the f*ck it is.
I pull up and got no roofdoors, oh my
All my b*tches, yeah they Uber, oh my
When I pull up in a brand new, oh my
Flex two b*tches in a coupe though
/Oh my, oh myyy, oh myyy (ho!)/(x5)

Technical them ho
No control, no calibration
She gon’ freak whoever when she want freak to sat and take her
She thought to party with the kid like it’s a celebration
She just .. a star, .. congratiolations
Oeh, I’m wasted, Henny couldn’t waste it
She so D.T.F., the funny thing she so impatient
She gon’ like she take it, but she decide to save it
Ordinary black boy while she find me so amazing
Oeh, I’m wasted, Henny couldn’t waste it
She so DTF, the funny thing she so impatient
She gon’ like she take it, but she decide to save it
Ordinary black boy while she find me so amazing
Then I bought the coupe boy
This thing didn’t just happen, this was something that I asked for
She confused, she a hoe, she gon’ rock me like a rock
She could squat to work the pole
Now it’s rock the boat, I got more ways than a boat
I get more money than most, bundled up like eskimo’s
Swear all niggas do the most
I got the wyv, I got the sauce
Oops, I mean the watch
She just wanna steal my thing ’cause I’m busting like a watch.

I pull up and got no roofdoors, oh myyy
All my b*tches, yeah they Uber, oh myyy
When I pull up in a brand new, oh myy
Flex two b*tches in a coupe though
/Oh my, oh myyy, oh myyy (hooo!)/(x5)
Pressa lyrics
Video my

DLG – Alonzo paroles

Paroles Alonzo – DLG

Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.(dlg)

Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
La conduite est nerveuse, j’ai changé le pot
Je traverse le temps comme ton Avenue
J’vous mets tous à l’amende et j’y ai pris goût
Je sortais pas en boîte, peur de me faire pointer
Maintenant, ils allongent pour que je vienne chanter
Même quand je volais des habits, j’avais du goût
Pour lui mettre un coup, pas besoin d’boire un coup
On bouge en Espagne, va faire le plein de gasolina
Tendu est le climat, comportement Totò Riina
Hasta la vista, hasta siempre
Je chante la misère du tieks sur un synthé’
Pourquoi tu t’es marié si t’as pas le bonheur ?
Après l’heure, c’est plus l’heure
Avant j’avais rien, je fraudais le métro
J’ai plus de soucis depuis qu’je roule en Merco.

Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.

Je suis en classe affaires, toi t’es en Ouigo
En loge présidentielle avec mes amigos
On aime trop le foot mais la vie c’est la mêlée
Des placages au sol, des schmitts, chez nous sont mals lunés
On revient de loin, casse pas les couilles, on veut des loves
Elle t’as sucé le premier soir, t’es tombé love
Meskina, prie pour ton fils
La vie n’a plus de sens ici, yemma
On a grandi ensemble, soit content pour moi
Je ne traine plus au bar, ne m’en voulez pas
J’ai fais confiance, on m’a trahi, j’ai pardonné
Fous-moi la paix, y’a d’la frappe dans mon calumet
Elle a changé ma vie, j’m’y attendais pas
Si demain elle me quitte, je m’en remettrai pas
Je risque de mourir en club, au carré VIP
Trahi par un gars de mon équipe.

Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.

Les histoires, j’écoute pas
Señorita, j’ai connu la lère-ga
Ça bouge pas, ça bouge pas
Mira, mira
C’est la vida locaaa.(dlg)
Alonzo paroles
Video Alonzo

Lovv – Ares featuring Keed versuri

Versuri Ares – Lovv

Eyyy, vrea intitimitate in fiecare noapte
Ea ma vrea aproape, s-auda numai soapte
O trag de par si-i soptesc ca ea e tot ce doresc
Ca ea e tot ce doresc.(lovv)

Se lasa atat de low chiar daca ea e high
Ii place atat de rau se simte ca in Rai
Dupa un shot, baga pai , dupa ceai, baga pai
Se-ntinde pe spate si imi zice „Hai!” (x2)

Babe, esti cea mai tare fata
In lume cuminte, in pat bagaboanta
Cu tine ma simt implinit si intreg
Cand ne intalnim e BIGBANG
Si nu stiu cat o sa dureze
Daca o sa dureze, dar o sa conteze
Nu vreau sa stric ce avem
Nu vreau sa-ți pun pe deget inel
Vreau sa fii asa cum esti
Eu Bestia, tu Zana din povesti
Nu vreau sa le spun, dar cred ca se simte
Puterea celor doua cuvinte
Jos baby, priveste-ma
In ochi, amețeste-ma
Hai cucereste-ma
Iubeste-ma.

Se lasa atat de low chiar daca ea e high
Ii place atat de rau se simte ca in Rai
Dupa un shot, baga pai , dupa ceai, baga pai
Se-ntinde pe spate si imi zice „Hai!” (x2)

Ma uit in ochii ei
Si pot vedea Universul
Vad milioane de stele
Care sunt sigur ca imi alina stresul
Ma duce pe toate, imi arata ce poate
Imi arata ce stie sa faca
Si ca la carte-mi prezinta bucate
Dar eu doresc doar o bucata
O vad cum se-agita cand trage din pipa,
Nu mai este tipa ca ea
Credeam ca e simpla, dar tipa se schimba
Nu mai este tipa ca ea
E ca un cameleon cand vorbesti de culori
Ii zic direct: tu stai low
Ca vreau sa facem lovv
(Ca vreau sa facem lovv).

Se lasa atat de low, chiar daca ea e high
Ii place atat de rau, se simte ca in Rai
Dupa un shot, baga pai, dupa ceai, baga pai
Se-ntinde pe spate si imi zice haiii. (x2)
Versuri Ares
Video Ares

Rap – Dmien dalszoveg

Dalszoveg Dmien – Rap

Sort viszek a sorbol,
Agyam a rimeken sportol,
Nem sporol, valami jot tol
A gyermekkorbol.
Jott ez, mert a kortol fuggetlen ne kostolj.
Be engem, mert joktol tanultam, a legjobb tanitoktol.
A jobol rakom, elso szotol,
A porbol rimem, mint a jo bor,
De jokor potol, nem bokol
Fordit ki gyomorbol, nyomorbol, modorbol
Ugye jol szorom? Jol szol.(rap)

Ez b*ssza majd a fejed szet, nem velencet
Latod csak a kelepcet, meg a fejszet te f*sz.
Ahogy en tolom, te nem tudod,
A rappem vegre revbe er, ne lepj belem mert tudod
Nem erdekel mindefele velemeny.
Addig megyek elore ameddig lehet elso menet.
Ha akarsz valamit, nem eleg a lehet.
Felolvasztom a jeget,
Most hogy kapok vegre teret
Meglovagolom az utemet mint az albatrosz a szelet.

Hallgasd ezt az a best
Amire a fejed kezd bologatni.
Ha rapbe valaki oda tesz.
1 dob, 1 basszus, 1 dallam, pergo vagy a clap.
Lehet meglep a terep de ilyen a rap.

Hallgasd ezt az a best
Amire a fejed kezd bologatni.
Ha rapbe valaki oda tesz.
1 dob, 1 basszus, 1 dallam, pergo vagy a clap.
Lehet meglep a terep de ilyen a rap.

Szikranak eleg egy jo utem es ugy lobbanok be robbanok,
De mondjad hol vagy te?
Mert bennem a ne-
Mezis nem alszik tobbe mar
Mer ez is olyan azer is kell ez is
Meg egy lemez is pont ezert
En meg a zene is.
Lepaktalunk egymassal, ez olyan ero, kolyok felemelo
Jovok a semmibol, torok elo.
A szavakat torom el, o nem erti mit beszelek.
Egyszerusitek, a rap az eletem ameddig elek.
Nekem a zene olyan mint egy segito kez,
Ha az elet nehez vagy felsz, mersz, de nezd, nincsen veszfek.
Mert csak mesz elore testver minden akadalyon,
F*szom, nem banom, az utam latom, hat add a mic-om
Addig irom ezt a szart amig ket labon allok.
Amig ossze nem esem teljsen,
Teljesen en nem hatralok meg,
Mert a legjobb pont attol lesz a legjobb
Hogy tok mindegy hanyszor esik el.
O akkor is megy.

Hallgasd ezt az a best
Amire a fejed kezd bologatni.
Ha rapbe valaki oda tesz.
1 dob, 1 basszus, 1 dallam, pergo vagy a clap.
Lehet meglep a terep de ilyen a rap.

Hallgasd ezt az a best
Amire a fejed kezd bologatni.
Ha rapbe valaki oda tesz.
1 dob, 1 basszus, 1 dallam, pergo vagy a clap.
Lehet meglep a terep de ilyen a rappp.
Dmien dalszovegek
Video Dmien

Eu nu te am uitat – Copilul de Aur versuri

Versuri Copilul de Aur – Eu nu te am uitat

Ce dor imi sa simt macar o zi bunatatea.
Sa spui iar ca ma iubesti si sa ma invelesti noaptea.
Sa ma alinti cum stii doar tu, cand gresesc sa ma inveti.
Sa ma astepti sa vin acasa, cum obisnuiesti sa astepti.
Sa ma alinti cum stii doar tu, cand gresesc sa ma inveti.
Sa ma astepti sa vin acasa, cum obisnuiesti sa astepti.(eu nu te am uitat)

Ce putin ar fi sa-ti spun ca imi lipsesti,
Un suflet atat de bun nu ai cum sa inlocuiesti.
Eu nu te-am uitat, te tin aici in sufletul meu.
Cu lacrimi in ochi iti spun, te voi iubi mereu.

Faceam totul impreuna, imi amintesc si acum.
Amintirile cu tine n-am cum.
Adormeam pe mana ta, nici sa dormi nu te lasam,
As da zile de la mine, inca o zi sa te am.
Adormeam pe mana ta, nici sa dormi nu te lasam,
As da zile de la mine, inca o zi sa te am.

Ce putin ar fi sa-ti spun ca imi lipsesti,
Un suflet atat de bun nu ai cum sa inlocuiesti.
Eu nu te-am uitat, te tin aici in sufletul meu.
Cu lacrimi in ochi iti spun, te voi iubi mereu.

Ce putin ar fi sa-ti spun ca imi lipsesti,
Un suflet atat de bun nu ai cum sa inlocuiesti.
Eu nu te-am uitat, te tin aici in sufletul meu.
Cu lacrimi in ochi iti spun, te voi iubi mereuuu.
Versuri Copilul de AUR
Video uitat

2016 rap up – Uncle Murda lyrics

Lyrics Uncle Murda – 2016 rap up

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit crazy, niggas want me to talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
f*ck how y’all niggas feel, I’mma talk about it.(2016 rap up)

Niggas in Paris, Kanye, Jay Z
Niggas in paris robbed Kim K, B
Ye mad he ain’t got a call from Jay Z
Jay like niggas get robbed every day, B
J. Cole kicked you while you was down
He knows controversy sells, he got an album out now
“False Prophets”
Damn, Ye, the people don’t trust you
Bush don’t like black people, but you think Donald Trump do
Don’t meet with Donald Trump and talk about us, Ye
You ain’t got the answers just like you told Sway
It’s the truth, I ain’t talking greasy, Ye
Just know them streets still rock with the Yeezys, Ye
But Rihanna ain’t rocking with Travi$
Somebody should’ve told him that she was a savage
He like “pick up the phone, baby, I know you home, baby”
(Stop calling)
It’s a dub, nigga, no more dates
She ain’t pick up the phone ’cause she was creeping with Drake
You was just another dude on the hit list
Even Mad Skillz gotta like how I flip this
f*ck it if he don’t, yeah, I Deebo’d his shit
Heard you last year saying that slick shit
(I heard you)
Took a meeting with 50, deal done in an hour
I’m G-Unit now, you might see me on Power
(50, what up?)
If 50 got beef, I’m involved
We can semi automatic or trey 8 revolve’
Had to dream big, told me get Lil Yatchy wrong
Cam and Jim Jones still got problems
Cam told Angie Jim ain’t from Harlem.

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it.

Man, that Game beef verse Meek Milly
Got my nigga Beanie Sigel knocked out in Philly
Troy Ave at the club on camera letting it clap
Troy got shot, got up, start shooting back
And now Troy Ave fighting a case
Got shot again on Christmas, he can’t get a break
Bobby took 7 so Rowdy could get 7 years
He could’ve took a plea, been home in a year
Ayo, Bobby, we salute you
Desiigner got famous for sounding like Future
Gucci came home, ready for marriage
Drake bought a Ferrari for 21 Savage
Man, I think he did that to get Meek mad
Drake’s still got mainstream on their kneepads
(He winning)
I mean, you see he did a milli in his first week
Jeezy outsold Meek Mill in his first week
J. Cole did half a milli for his first week
Trump need to get killed in office his first week
Yeah, I saw Tiny dancing on Mayweather
For the kids I hope her and T.I. stay together
I watch they show, I like they chemistry
If he cheat Tiny cheat back, but not with the enemy
(not with the force)
Kodak Black fighting the rape charge
I think the nigga did it, nah nah, I’m just playing, y’all
(Kodak innocent).

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it.

Who was on Shade Room? Who was on Baller Alert?
Who was on Akademiks? whose feelings you want me to hurt?
Adrian Broner talk about suicide
Niggas on the Gram is like “hurry up, do it and die”
(Hurry up)
Soulja Boy beefing with Quavo, got locked up
Lucky they ain’t find a Draco
That boy got more beef than a burger
On Instagram he pulled out the purple burner
That’s a good gun to pistol whip Lil Yachty with
Like, that’s for Biggie, that’s what you get for popping shit
(Watch your mouth)
And tell Lil’ Kim I’m mad
For bringing Rich Homie Quan out, making Biggie look bad
He was f*cking up the words to a classic
The way that he dancing niggas think the nigga a faggot
Rest in peace to the greatest, Muhammad Ali
Mister “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”
Dave Chappelle came back, got 60 mil
Man, rest in peace to Prince, he overdosed on pills
Remember Purple Rain had that vibe
Damn, Tommy from Martin with no job died
LeBron did it for Cleveland and got that ring
Bernard Hopkins got knocked out the f*cking ring
No Durant, Russell Westbrook doing his thing
Durant dickriding Golden State to get a ring
Can’t beat ’em so you join ’em, right?, You a traitor
f*ck cancer, rest in peace to Craig Sager
Future said “f*ck Diddy”, Diddy ain’t give him no Ciroc
He f*cked Scottie Pippen wife in some Gucci flip flops
(Jordan, what up?)
Kobe scored 60 his last game
A.I. got inducted in the hall of fame
Baby still ain’t pay Lil’ Wayne
Told the Breakfast Club put some respek on his name
(All three of y’all)
Young M.A. getting that money
“Ooouuu” hottest record in the country
Mary J. Blige don’t want no more drama
Going through a divorce, her husband tryna’ rob her
(He a bum)
Blac Chyna a Kardashian
She had a baby with Rob Kardashian
(She came up)
Took the baby then left that fat f*ck
Now he on the Gram like “she left me and took her stuff”
(Good for you)
She ain’t love you or like you like that
She use you to get popping and pay Tyga back
(Sucker)
Should’ve peeped that from the beginning
Amber Rose had a TV show, these hoes winning
(They lit)
Khloe still can’t keep her legs shut
If you a rapper or a ball player she’ll let you f*ck
(For real)
Every 6 month she switch ’em up
I wanna put my thumb in Kylie Jenner butt
(Ew)
I’m just playing, but 21 Savage ain’t
He wanna f*ck her, he think Tyga a sucker
(Me too)
Police surrounded Chris Brown crib
Cause some white chick lied about some shit he did
Katt Williams got choked out by a little kid
Michel’le showed that’s what Dr. Dre did
He was looking like a young Ike Turner
He ain’t just beat her ass, he shot at her with the burner
(That’s a nigga with an attitude).

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened?

Police shooting at cars while kids in the back
Man, not even Scarface would’ve did that
(No women or kids)
We catch it on camera and nothing done happened
Cops got killed in Dallas, that needed to happen
(Payback)
Blame the government for that, that’s they fault
Police kill us, get probation in the same court
They give us life then we catch a body
Cause they got the power, yeah, they white like Tommy
America is racist and they ain’t hiding it
Trump won, the KKK is out of retirement
(They out)
You know them crackers don’t like our skin color, they hate us
Rest in peace to 2Pac mother, dear mama
God bless Afeni Shakur
She would’ve liked Kaepernick for kneeling down on the floor
When the national anthem played they don’t respect us
They kill us and lock us up, they don’t serve and protect us
(They don’t)
Trump the new president, what you mad for?
How long y’all thought the president was gon’ be black for?
Barack Obama did his thing
But he was just another puppet on the government string
(I’m just saying)
This year we had a lot of deaths
We lost Shawty Lo and Bankroll Fresh
Phife Dawg and Big Kap passed
Flex said Lil’ Bow Wow music trash
And he said Lil Yachty got that mumble rap
It’s them little kids that pop molly that f*ck with that
Nah, we don’t f*ck with that, culture vultures
New York finally sounding like it’s supposed to
Sounding like Timberlands and Champion hoodies
Salute to Dave East, Don Q, and A-Boogie
Play this for Mad Skillz, he gon’ hate it
Fat Joe and Remy Grammy nominated
Remy and Nicki taking shots at each other too
Rap is a sport, man, that’s what they supposed to do
Yeah, that’s that essence of hip hop
DJ Drewski on Love and Hip Hop
Drake with J. Lo on some Puffy shit
Mariah never heard of J. Lo, that’s some funny shit
Man, I’m off this, enough was said here
Wonder who I’mma throw under the bus next year.(2016 rap up)

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit crazy, niggas want me to talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
f*ck how y’all niggas feel, I’mma talk about ittt.(2016 rap up)
Uncle Murda lyrics
Video up

Taylor Swift – Irreplaceable Lyrics

[Intro:spoken]
We can step it up just a little bit of a notch
We can step it up, I think
And I want you to sing along
To every song that I sing that you know, please
As loud as you possibly can
I will not get offended
I think one of the cool things about being able to play guitar is that you can play whatever you want
And, uh, you can play songs that you wrote or you can play songs that other people wrote or you can play country songs or you can play
You can play this

[Melodic Intro]
To the left, to the left, everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet, that’s my stuff, yes, I bought it
Please don’t touch
[Verse One]
Keep talking and yes, that’s fine
Could you walk and talk at the same time?
And it’s my name that’s on the tag
Come in with your bags, let me call you a cab
[Pre-Chorus]
Standing in the front yard, telling me how I’m such a fool
How I’m never gonna find a man like you, got me twisted
[Chorus]
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you in a minute
Matter of fact, he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don’t you, ever for a second, get to thinking
You’re irreplaceable
[Verse Two]
So, go ahead and get gone
Call up that chick and see if she’s home
Oops, I bet you thought that I didn’t know
What’d you think I was putting you out for?
‘Cause you were untrue, hauling her around in the truck that I bought you
Baby, drop them keys, hurry up before your taxi leaves
[Pre-Chorus]
Standing in the front yard, telling me how I’m such a fool
Talking about, how I’m never gonna find a man like you
Got me twisted
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah

Future – Who Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Foreign cars everywhere
Bad bitches everywhere
Take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These niggas straight outta the hood
They going to Paris
That whip that we whipping exotic
These Bitches exotic on gas

(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

[Verse 1: Future]
Check Gang
Let’s have a moment of silence for niggas
Ain’t round with us (ha, ah, ah)
Doing booking, come through (hoo)
Splash on niggas, on the gas on niggas (yea)
In Milan eating fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show niggas (hoo)
Fuck around and go buy a Lamborghini (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I’m going NASCAR on niggas (hoo, hoo)
Puffing on the la la (yea)
I’ve been the fly guy when niggas rocked IZOD
I’m moving chickens like Popeye (oh)
Old money, new money
Nigga never getting old, threw a young nigga rock (hoo)
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Used to break down a whole ounce
Used to break down a whole ounce
I gotta weigh the money up now
It’s taking too long for me to count
Decisions, decisions
You fucking with me, that’s a head on collision
Them MACS and them TECS and the FN’s , then 9s (brr)
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
Nigga this Avatar
Aye the Young Thug going Brazy
Young Thug going Brazy! (try me)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hanna Montana! Banging in red bandanas (blatt, blatt)
They wanna fuck on me
Cause I get choppas with ammo (strrt)
Niggas gon’ hate on me
Cause I’m at the top with bro though (ooh)
Head Honcho
Hold up
Kick in your mom door
Shoot with the 4 4 (five)
Hell is you doing?
Hold up, wait, I can’t breathe, nigga
Half a mil’ I done took on my street nigga (swear to god)
All white, Thug fit, I won’t eat, nigga (skrrt)
Run off with them keys, I won’t see them niggas (skrrt)
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can’t dress me (no)
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me (test me)
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat (eat)
Where’s Tar? Man I need me some XANS
I just left the beach and I’m having all the sand (hey)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

Gucci Mane & Future – 100it racks Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Esco + Future]
Summer 16! Yeah!
Freebandz, OVO
DJ Esco
Talkin’ duffle talk, yeah

[Hook: Future + Drake]
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
And I, I got a…
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper

[Verse 1: Drake]
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
All y’all niggas don’t matter
I hit threes off balance
I switch hands like Allen
I’m just blessed, full of talent
For the whole 6 I’m wylin’
You think she your baby girl
She text us like Dallas
Oh shit, guess it don’t matter
Talk down on me, I’m flattered
Whole Freebandz on Xanax
Y’all can’t do no damage
Wrong cup, guess it don’t matter
This one tastes like candy
This one must be Hendrix’s
Fuck y’all boys, y’all finished
You’re dead
I don’t talk to hoes about business
Diamond in my tooth from the dentist
Put a nigga name in the Guinness
Remember when my phone was on minutes
I ain’t dead yet like I’m Bruce Willis
I ain’t really worried ’bout an image
Y’all still treat it like a scrimmage

[Hook: Future + Drake]
And I, I got a…
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
I, I got a…
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah! Why not? Okay, okay, okay
Truuu! 2 Chainz!
Hundred thousand bustin’ out the wrapper
Count it up ’til I get a callous
I don’t really talk to y’all rappers
Put codeine in a Snapple
Put codeine on a salad
Guess I’m on a codeine diet
Put another hundred in the rifle
Everybody better be quiet
Everybody put your hands higher
Then I chop the top like, “Hiyah”
All of my 16s fire
All of my bitches buyers
They buyin’ extra clothes, I mean
They bisexual, I mean
Versace sectional, I mean
Roll up the Texaco, I mean
This is the crazy flow
I got a straightjacket in the booth
I smoke a joint durin’ an interview
Got the Rolex playin’ peek-a-boo
All of you niggas that took the swag
I’ma have to get residuals
I’m a different individual
Got my hand on my genitals

[Hook: Future + Drake]
I got a…
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
And I, I got a…
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper

[Verse 3: Future]
We ain’t gotta use no scale
It’s all there, you ain’t gotta count it
Crocodile Hermes bag
Stuffed all down my pockets
Hundred racks sittin’ in the plastic
I ain’t even gon’ fuckin’ touch it
You can go ask L.A
I don’t go to work on budgets
You can go check these stones
Everything on me flooded
And I gotta work three phones
Name another nigga gettin’ cloned
Put a hoe nigga on a shirt
Got a new bank account alert
Whole Freebandz on mud
Taliban gang on percs
I ain’t gonna take no shorts
Turn my dog to a boss
We ain’t gon’ take no losses
Know you tryna steal that sauce
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
I done ran up me a bag
We got a tour this summer
I’m ’bout to run up a bag
Hundred thousand dollars for a walkthrough
I’ma need mine in cash
Got a whole city on my back
I ain’t ’bout to go outside
Whole Freebandz on coke

[Hook: Future + Drake]
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
And I, I got a…
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin’ out the wrapper

Omarion – Distance

[Verse 1]
The distance between our bodies
Make me feel like I want ya
Gyal I feel like I want ya
The distance between our bodies
Gyal you whine like a woah yeah
Put me gun in your holster

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Roll tide like Crimson
That’s how I like my women
Like I like my chicken
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Gyal come closer to me
Gyal come closer to me

[Chorus]
So much distance between us
Distance between our bodies
So much distance between us
Distance between our bodies, yeah
So much distance between us

[Verse 2]
Hit me on the phone
I be up late night talkin’ like a smooth operator
Losin’ all control
I need that poom-poom right now, ayy
Got me in the open
Like a drop top Chevy in the hood sittin’ low
But I’m tryna put you in the Wraith
So girl don’t get ghostin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Roll tide like Crimson
That’s how I like my women
Like I like my chicken
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Gyal come closer to me
Gyal come closer to me

[Chorus]
So much distance between us
Distance between our bodies
So much distance between us
Distance between our bodies, yeah
So much distance between us

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Roll tide like Crimson
That’s how I like my women
Like I like my chicken
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Gyal come closer to me
Gyal come closer to me

[Chorus]
So much distance between us
Distance between our bodies
So much distance between us
Distance between our bodies, yeah
So much distance between us

Snoop Dogg – Legend

[Hook]
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Used to whip a Lexus
I can die right now, still a legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Born to be a legend
A motherfucking legend

[Verse 1]
1996, I beat a 187 (murder was the case)
80 million sold, and I ain’t check the records
Checked a couple rappers, told ’em not to test me
Ask me who am I? Motherfucking legend
50 bitches naked
Nike ain’t my preference
Khaki with the Chucks
Now look how they dressing
Perfecting my profession
Someone call the reverend (Nate Dogg nigga)
Bury me alive, living legend
[Hook]
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend

[Verse 2]
Look, big dog, six broads, don’t matter to me
You knew niggas look madder than me
Came up with the doc, been around the world with ‘pac
Don’t compare another rapper to me
When I came and kicked them buildings over
Swear I always knew I’d never be the same
Was born to be a motherfucking legend
I ain’t never do it for no fucking fame

[Pre-hook]
Motherfucking legend
You know what I’m repping
20 million, 20 years ago
Cuh, you was like 7
You ain’t gotta like it
Bitch you gon’ respect it (Respek on my name!)
Look me in my eye
Motherfucking legend

[Hook]
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Used to whip a Lexus
I can die right now, still a legend
Look at my reflection
Ain’t no second guessing
Born to be a legend
A motherfucking legend

[Outro]
Mix purple with the yella
Kobe with Vanessa
Did it doggy style
Like upon the dresser
Look at my reflection
Motherfucking legend
Even when I die

Sabrina Carpenter – Thumbs

Somewhere in the world there, is a father and a mother
And the father is a son, who has a mother
The mother has a daughter who gets married to the brother of a mother
And they all just tryna multiply with one another

‘Cause that’s just the way of the world
It never ends till the end, then you start again
That’s just the way of the world
That’s just the way of the world

Somewhere in the world, they think they’re working for themselves
They get up everyday to go to work for someone else
And somebody works for them and, so, they think they got it made
But they’re all just working to get paid the very same

And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum
And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum

Somewhere in the world, you got a robber and a bank
And the bank robbed the people, so the people rob the bank
And the police came to get him, but they let him get away
‘Cause they’re all just workin’ to get paid the very same

‘Cause that’s just the way of the world
It never ends till the end, then you start again
That’s just the way of the world
That’s just the way of the world

And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum
And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum

Don’t believe everything that you hear
Let it go through your left and right ear
Don’t just march to the beat of that drum
Don’t be one of them people just twiddlin’ them thumbs

‘Cause that’s just the way of the world (way of the world)
It never ends till the end, and then you start again
That’s just the way of the world
That’s just the way of the world

And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs (keep on)
Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum (Woo-oo, woo-oo)
And so, they keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs (keep on, keep on)
Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum)
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs (la-a-a-a-a)
Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum
(Siddly-dee-da-da-da-de-da-dum-dum)

They keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs (keep on, keep on)
Skiddly-dee-da-dum
They keep on, they keep on
They gonna keep on twiddlin’ them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum
Cause that’s just the way of the world

Juicy J – Gimme Gimme (feat. Slim Jxmmi)

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
S65 coupe, gimme
Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme
Balling through Soho, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
I don’t care what I blew, gimme gimme
Need something new
Gimme gimme, gimme
Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme
You know this Lamborghini faster than your hemi
I’m just a Memphis nigga balling like I’m Penny
Fuck a bitch for bout 2 hours off the Henny
Rich nigga credit card got no limits
I just bought a condo, cost 2 mil to be a tenant
Bitch I’m dripping so much sauce your bitch might take up swimming
I be smoking back to back to back, I’m still not finished
Gold around my neck, I won the real nigga Olympics
When I wear all my shit they be like Juicy that’s too many
Your bitch get pennies and plenty Remys
Now that bitch running like a track meet after the Bentley
She like

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
S65 coupe, gimme
Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme
Balling through Soho, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
I don’t care what I blew, gimme gimme
Need something new
Gimme gimme, gimme
Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Bitch get it right, my name Jxmmi
Ball hard, bitch you know I just bought Physx
Failed class so I never went to physics
Gimme gimme
Real Gucci, no gimmick
Niggas don’t get it, they be balling, they got limits
I’ma leave ’em broke, you know I’ma leave ’em broke
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Give me space, give me space, give me space
I on Rodeo drive, I’m bout to blow like 30k
My pockets full of hundreds, I got money in the bank
Bitch I’m all in AOD, they getting naked while I drink

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
S65 coupe, gimme
Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme
Balling through Soho, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
I don’t care what I blew, gimme gimme
Need something new
Gimme gimme, gimme
Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Outro: Slim Jxmmi]
Mike Will fuck wit’ me
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes

Alicia Keys – Illusion Of Bliss (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

You know, right now I miss someone that I love
Or fell in love with
I don’t wanna cry or nothing but
I’mma just get straight to the story
I’m a 29 year old addict
What would you know?
What would you do?
If you had no control over what you pursue?
Talk yourself, tell yourself, baby
"I’m better than this"
All that I’m fighting
I don’t wanna resist
So I persist
Like a bottomless kiss
An illusion of bliss
An illusion of bliss
So I persist
Like a bottomless kiss
An iIllusion of bliss
An iIllusion of bliss
Hey, living in prison of blood and flesh
An easy way out is this high, I confess
So watcha lookin’ at
What you wanna see
You can’t save me, baby
I don’t wanna it no way
So I persist
Like a bottomless kiss
An illusion of bliss
An illusion of bliss
So I persist
Like a bottomless kiss
An illusion of bliss
Is it my life?
Ain’t no easy road
I don’t know which way to go
Won’t somebody see me when I can’t see myself
Won’t somebody listen before I need help
I’m sick of being judged
I’m sing of being sick
Oh where’s the love
Tired of being tricked
Sick of being high, sick of being low
Sick of all the lies putting on the show
So I persist
So I persist
Like a bottomless kiss
An illusion of bliss
An illusion of bliss
I don’t wanna be a fallen angel
I don’t wanna be a fallen angel
Don’t say I’m gone, gone
I don’t wanna be a fallen angel
Don’t say I’m lost, lost
I don’t wanna be a fallen angel
Don’t say I’m gone, gone
I don’t wanna be a fallen angel
Don’t say I’m lost, lost
I don’t wanna be a fallen angel

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Milky Chance – Ego

[Intro]
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
I’m missing my miss of roses
Holding my head high up and
My head high up and
I know that she is stronger
Cause she can break the silence, break the silence
So meet me by sea, you see it’s ours
And our place to be somewhere else

[Pre-Chorus]
Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her
Thinking of her
But I am at Half Moon Bay
It’s just too far away
Just too far away
Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her
Thinking of her
But I am at Half Moon Bay
It’s just too far away
Just too far away

[Chorus]
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego

[Verse 2]
When I’m seeing my miss of roses
The world is turning slower
Turning slower
And I guess that she’s the strongest
That I have ever seen yet
Ever seen yet
And all along the way she’ll need our love
Got to care of her now
Care of her now
So meet us by the sea, you see it’s ours
And our place to be somewhere else

[Pre-Chorus]
Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her
Thinking of her
But I am at Half Moon Bay
It’s just too far away
Just too far away
Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her
Thinking of her
But I am at Half Moon Bay
It’s just too far away
Just too far away

[Chorus]
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego
Just too far away
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego
Just too far away
Ego, see your ego
Ego, see your ego

Devlin – Blue Skies

[Verse 1]
Seventeen years old when the streets were cold
Running ’round in circles with thieves and thugs
Only lady I loved was Mumz until I got deep involved with a girl that stole my soul
Her breath filled up my lungs and my hand was her’s to hold
I ain’t never felt this, so I might be a little selfish
But I can’t say that I love you yet I don’t want no lies to be told
But then low and behold the words were spurted and the lines were merging
Now I love you more than you even know

[Hook]
You don’t need me no more now your heart is jaded
She, knew me through and through too well to ever love me
You don’t need me no more now your heart is jaded
She, knew me through and through too well to ever love me

[Verse 2]
Inseparable, now my love’s unmeasureable
Until I got a name and fame and blew up inside this game I weren’t Devs at all
Just James, but James was Jimmy and Jimmy was busy
Making songs like London City spending nights in a hundred cities
And ladies called me out and that’s when you caught me out
I ain’t never seen pain like it and to know it was me that applied it
Made me sick to the bones why would I wanna hurt my sidekick
The girl that would ride with me die with me and saw more inside of me
And believed in me and what I could be
When I nearly stopped my writing you told me to keep on fighting
I wish I would have fought for you half as much as I’ve fought for this
The industry’s an illusion how the hell did I fall for tricks
Paused I’m pissed
(Silence)
With a head full of awkwardness

[Hook]
You don’t need me no more now your heart is jaded
She, knew me through and through too well to ever love me
You don’t need me no more now your heart is jaded
She, knew me through and through too well to ever love me

[Verse 3]
I can’t describe in words the days and nights it hurts life’s a blur
They say that in life we learn, I learnt the hard way
I lost my love and my soulmate and my best compadré
I could have killed myself for being so blazé now it’s heartache
To know that you’re with some kid that don’t love you like I did
Like I do, like I will to the grave excuse the way I behaved
But now I’m a slave to my own past
I just backtrack but you’ve grown fast
And I hope that hope lasts because bad dreams in a broke glass don’t count for much
I need your hand to touch, I’m scared that I won’t ever get that
Again just random sluts that I don’t care for
They’re the reason that I’m standing here for so therefore
It’s my fault that I’m down on my luck and I’m stuck

[Hook]
You don’t need me no more now your heart is jaded
She, knew me through and through too well to ever love me
You don’t need me no more now your heart is jaded
She, knew me through and through too well to ever love me

[Outro]
No you don’t need me
No love you don’t need me

Audio Push – Control Us

[Hook: Price]
No they can’t control us, show out when we show up
Got OG let’s roll up, got that drink let’s go up
They gon’ judge but so what? Fuck ’em they don’t know us
Pipe her ’til you tow her, no they can’t control us
No they can’t control us, oh they can’t control us
My wrist dancin’ sure enough, you bitch dancin’ sure enough
She chose me like sure enough, hit the scene and go nuts
Show out when we show up, no they can’t control us

[Verse 1: Price]
Young boy got his dough up, now it’s time to go nuts
She used to tell me hold up, now she wanna hoe up
‘Round here we don’t talk much, yeah you gotta show us
Where them sets get thrown up, yeah that’s how we go up
Look up at your summer, yeah your boy done grown up
Man I miss my soldier, City that’s my soldier
We don’t wanna grow up, we won’t never grow up
I’m gon’ ball and glow up, niggas all gon’ know us

[Hook: Price]
No they can’t control us, show out when we show up
Got OG let’s roll up, got that drink let’s go up
They gon’ judge but so what? Fuck ’em they don’t know us
Pipe her ’til you tow her, no they can’t control us
No they can’t control us, oh they can’t control us
My wrist dancin’ sure enough, you bitch dancin’ sure enough
She chose me like sure enough, hit the scene and go nuts
Show out when we show up, no they can’t control us

[Verse 2: Oktane]
Yeah there it is I caught the vibe
She just wanna see the Tribe
They waitin’ for us inside
The realest niggas have arrived
Don’t take no pictures I’m just chillin’
Can’t fuck with that then fuck your feelings
In the club they say we couldn’t smoke
(That’s exactly why I always smoke)
Ya insecurity a joke
You only big behind the rope
Put one up in the air for Phife
Another in the air for life
Another in the air for everybody that ain’t with us
Cause they locked inside
Tonight we come alive, we too focused can’t control us

[Hook: Price]
No they can’t control us, show out when we show up
Got OG let’s roll up, got that drink let’s go up
They gon’ judge but so what? Fuck ’em they don’t know us
Pipe her ’til you tow her, no they can’t control us
No they can’t control us, oh they can’t control us
My wrist dancin’ sure enough, you bitch dancin’ sure enough
She chose me like sure enough, hit the scene and go nuts
Show out when we show up, no they can’t control us
No they can’t control us, show out when we show up
Got OG let’s roll up, got that drink let’s go up
They gon’ judge but so what? Fuck ’em they don’t know us
Pipe her ’til you tow her, no they can’t control us
No they can’t control us, oh they can’t control us
My wrist dancin’ sure enough, you bitch dancin’ sure enough
She chose me like sure enough, hit the scene and go nuts
Show out when we show up, no they can’t control us

Sound Horizon – Yodaka No Hoshi

悲しみに追いつかれぬよう 真っ直ぐに空を目指すよ
昨日なんて振り切る《速度》-スピード-で
何の為に歌ってるの? 何の為に走って来た?
《命を燃やした証》-ほし-を残そう……

夜の帳… 降りる岸辺で… 独り宵闇… 星を見ていた…
何処へ行っても… 異端だと弾かれ… 切れた唇… 風が凍みる…

No more rage… No more grief…
憎しみのない 理想の世界を 想い描けども…
望まれて 遣って来た その根拠さえもなく…
Love me do… Love me do…
呼び続けた…

哀しみに追いつかれぬよう 真っ直ぐに空を目指すよ
涙なんて振り切る《速度》-スピード-で
何の為に生きているの? 何の為に生まれて来た?
《命を燃やせる場所》-ほし-を探そう……

その風に凍えてるのは… 血を流す硝子細工…
寧ろ檻の中震えてるのは… 嘘吐きな《自我》-おまえ-の影…

だ か ら

《現実》-かなしみ-に追いつかれぬよう 真っ直ぐに《理想》-そら-を目指すよ
《燻っていた過去の自分》-きのう-なんて振り切る《全速力》-スピード-で
何の為に謳ってるの? 何の為に疾って来た?
《命を燃やし尽くした証》-ほし-を 遺そう…

やがて加速する白い吐息… 煌めく花になり…
砕けては胸を刺す… それでも…

群れた奴らが噂する 悪意の風に曝され 夜鷹はただ翔け昇る
死んでもいい 生きてるなら 燃えてやれ!

Jay-Z – Never Change

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Never, never, never, never change
Ain’t never changed, this is Jay every day
I never change!
I never change, this is Jay every day
I never change!
I never change, this is Jay

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
I am a, Roc representer
Hov, summer to winter, Hov, dead or alive
24/7, 365
One CD or three hundred and sixty pies
What’s up to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj
Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours
We run streets like, drunks run street lights
We colliding with life as we speak
We knee deep in coke, we ki deep in ice
We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke
We all fish, better teach your folk
Give him money to eat, then next week he’s broke
Cause when you sleep, he’s reaching for your throat
Word on the skreet, you reap what you sow
Not out of fear but love, love for the game
Roc family first, we never change man

[Hook: Kanye West] (x2)
I’m still fucking with crime cause crime pays
Out hustling, same clothes for days
I’ll never change, I’m too stuck in my ways
I never change

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
What’s up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects? (whattup)
I’ll never mention your name, I promise respect
Death before dishonor correct? Yup
That’s what you promised me, since the Bomber League
Along with, if we stay strong
We can get paper longer than Pippen’s arms
Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam
I’m like a dog, I never speak, but I understand
Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war?
Where your balls at? Whoa, gotta pause that, whoa
Lost 92 bricks had to fall back
Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back
Had A-1 credit, got more crack
From the first to the fifth, gave it all back
If, I’m not a hustler what you call that?
This is before rap, this is all fact
I never change

[Hook: Kanye West]
I’m still fucking with crime cause crime pays
Out hustling, same clothes for days
I’ll never change, I’m too stuck in my ways
I never change

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
What, the streets robbed me, wasn’t educated properly
Well fuck y’all, I needed money for Atari
Was so young my big sis’ still playing with Barbie
Young brother, big city, eight million stories
Old heads taught me, youngin, walk softly
Carry a big clip, that’ll get niggas off me
Keep coke in coffee, keep money smelling mothy
Chains is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees
That’s how it is now, that’s how it’ll always be
I never change, this is always me
From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom
Drink Army from one cup pass it around the room (That’s a family nigga)
That’s the ritual (yup) Big Ran, I ain’t forget you fool
And all that bullshit you trying to get through
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
Rival crews, get your black suits up – I’ll never change

[Hook: Kanye West]
I’m still fucking with crime cause crime pays
Out hustling, same clothes for days
I’ll never change, I’m too stuck in my ways
I never change

[Outro: Jay-Z]
This is Jay, every day
Who you know like Hov, nigga?

Cam’ron – Welcome To New York City (feat. Jay-Z & Juelz Santana)

Turn the motherfuckin’ music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State
Home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquaters
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Stand the fuck up

I’m a B.K. brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring ’em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get ’em to Florida
Rucker game attender; with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
It be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
I go off the head when I’m rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I’m scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right)

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there’s a war goin’ on outside no man is safe from
It don’t matter if you three feet or eight-one
You’ll get eight from the nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
Think you know what life do, minks on the motor-cycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice fool
In front of Sparks body Castellano
Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano
It’s la cosra nostra, someone close approach ya
They’ll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer, your chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught
Midnight pitch fights, another victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I’m from 101, west a Hund 40th, this shit is live
5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5
You’re on 22nd, hit you from two-one
That’s on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One
Coverage at Centre Street
Got Brafman defendin’ me
Cause New York’ll miss me if I’m locked in the penitentiary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the Kit-Kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You lookin’ at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won’t stop til I get back Blood
Holla at em Hov

I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas’ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That’s why the Johnny gun I’m holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

You all niggas, man
Y’all can’t fuck around, man
It’s the ROC bitch, Killa
My nigga Jigga, Siegel, Beans
Diplomats, man, holla, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick – no homo
Probably own this city for two minutes, man
I own this shit right now man, I ain’t going nowhere
Welcome to New York City

The Diplomats – Bigger Picture

[Cam’Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
Ya’ll Can’t Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let’s Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let’s Do It

[Cam’Ron]
Yo these stories I spit, I seen ’em I wrote ’em
Like a teen he was boastin, "La Vida Loc’in"
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just to clean ’em and load em, doggy
You had a slow summer, I didn’t H.2 gold Hummer
Not to mention new Range, no number
And you know the Rover…so move over soldier
Flavor Coca Cola, garage the soda holder!!
And its over over!! heres a clover dojer
I’m that nigga now, everyone that knows ya told ya
Byrd Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by’s, long nose through Nova’s
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is over, Coroner come roll him over
And I dont just look real, this crook deals coke
Only thing whiter dog is Brooke Shields
Harlem, holla back, how the hood feel
Platinum, Im that real…you that shook deal
Took deals out the building, up the block
Up 29 flights, plugged up with the Roc
Now its…hurtin ya heart to see Dame fuckin wit me
Worse than that, the whole game fuckin wit me
A little beef, a few lames fuckin wit me (Nas)
They actin like success it came luckily
The same lame duckin me, the same dame in love wit me
Dip-Set be one set I claim is sucker free!!
Dont Fuck Wit Me

[Hook 2X: Juelz Santana, Cam’Ron]
It’s Da All New Thrilla In Manilla Foreala
Killa I’m Wit Ya, Lets Kill Dis Niggas I’m Wit Ya
(Let’s Go To War Man)
They Ain’t Wit It, Or Gettin The Bigger Picture
We Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggas Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!

It’s Da All New Thrilla In Manilla Foreala
(Killa, We Ready For This Man, Harlem! It’s Nuffin)
Killa I’m Wit Ya, Lets Kill Dis Niggas I’m Wit Ya
They Ain’t Wit It, Or Gettin The Bigger Picture
We Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggas Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!

[Cam’Ron]
Uhh Killa Let’s Get It On

When it comes to beef, YES!! indeed it get hazardous
Seeds can’t be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage’s (the kids)
Thieves, Bronx, Queens, and the Razamith
Milk, and Ock Mu will come steaming the Ratchet BITCH!
Transactions, (in the) loby get done
Being cocky is fun, and these are Versace air ones!
Yea, thanks alot, its been great Dame
My bitch is a great Dame, my dog is a GREAT DANE
You know me I’m from the 24(th), and A train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And dont front, I’m jingelin baby
Chains, bracelet, rings, blingin all crazy
Rob me? I think that he’s crazy
Violets, Orchids, reefs, roses, they’ll be brngin him daisys!!
I tell bitches that I’m "Sa Da Te", Fellacio in the tower of my casa…AYYY
All they say is "Papa play" but I pop shit, pop guns, and pop some Ye!!
(yeyo)
And I dont care where you been, or what Jail
GO TELL DISNEY ALL YA FUCKIN DUCKTALES!!!

[Hook – repeat until fade out]
[Juelz Santana]
It’s Da All New Thrilla In Manilla Foreala
Killa I’m Wit Ya, Lets Kill Dis Niggas I’m Wit Ya
They Ain’t Wit It, Or Gettin The Bigger Picture
We Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggas Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!

Freeway – What We Do (feat. Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel)

Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
It’s that real shit

Even though what we do is wrong

We still hustle ’til the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It’s a cold winter, y’all niggaz better bundle up
An’ I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion

Yes, the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up
Don’t you know cops’ whole purpose is to lock us down?
An’ throw away the key, but without this drug shit
Your kids ain’t got no way to eat

We still try to keep Mom smilin’
’cause when the teeth stop showin’
An’ the stomach start growlin’, then the heat start flowin’
If you from the hood, I know you feel me, keep goin’

If a sneak start leanin’ an’ the heat stop workin’
Then my heat start workin’, I’ma rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin’ while he out in the open
An’ I’ma get him, keep flowin’

We gotta raise our kids while we livin’
Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless, then I hit ’em with the Smif an’

But I’m never snitchin’, I’m a rider
If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I’ll be wylin’ til they pick me outta line up

We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
I’m not tryin’ to visit the morgue
But Freeway move out ’til I sit with the Lord

‘Til I get my shit together, clean up my sins
Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin’
An’ I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin’, man

Still deliver the order, man
An’ I ain’t talkin’ ’bout chicken an’ gravy, man
I’m talkin’ ’bout bricks ‘o ye yo, halves an’ quarters
4 an’ a halves of hash, you do the math

Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll wit’ a thug that rap, you do the math
He won’t blast ’til my stacks in order

Man, lemme get ’em Free
Hove never slackin’, man, zippin’ in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin’ ghost wit’ Pac, man
One time, know a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, ROC, man

Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
Gotta kill witnesses ’cause Free’s beard’s stickin’ out
Y’all don’t want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man

But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, man
Slang dough, E, hydro, man

Know B. Sige in the third lane
Gramps still prayin’, workin’ on my nerves, man
Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane"

But still I cry tears of a hustler
Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers
That’s above us, make beds for the babies
Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers

Shit, I’ll probably be wylin’ with their fathers
Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I’m ridin’ for her father
That’s like my brother, like same mother, different father
Any problems? Dog, know I got ’em

An’ still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy ‘A Dollar Day’
Real gangstas make hood holidays

They ain’t thank us but we still paid homage, man
Soul Food Sunday, lookin’ like Big Momma’s, man
Tell the gang I never break my promise, man, man

Even though what we do is wrong
Even though what we do is wrong

Beanie Sigel – The Truth

I speak the truth
Truth, nothin but the truth
y’all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth
The truth, nothing but the truth
I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
’cause you know I’m known to metal wire too
You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze
I melt down cracks that’s real to save
Hit the studio, jars of dro, bars to blow
B. Sigel with that arsenic flow
Fuck that, don’t hold me back
I roll with crack, y’all cats told Mac to rap
y’all don’t realize y’all released the beast untame
Speech all flame, streets y’all blame
It should be an honor for y’all to speak my name
I could go before your honor sit and peep my game
Gotta laugh, y’all acted like it spit it the same
Why you motherfuckers can’t get in the game
I come from high school, and go straight to the league
Who you know who can spit at the Sig
Nigga the truth, every time I step in the booth
I speak the truth, y’all know what I’m bringing to you
I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be
I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free
Nigga the truth
ain’t nothin changed with Sig I’m still stuck in the kitchen
So what I’m signed, that’s fine still stuck in position
You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail
Couple 4-4 shells from hell
Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin and bitchin
Motherfucker won’t you change your life, I’m thinkin
Motherfucker won’t I change my wife
Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit
It’s just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you
Now they know the face of Beans
Now they, see my face on screens and I ain’t even chase this dream
I feel sorry for those who did
y’all niggas can’t stop the boar, whether rock or raw
I’m slingin coke in a rock valor
You niggas know what block I’m on, glock in palm
You want to get shot, karate chopped or stabbed this song
Motherfucker
Black Friday management, and Roc’s the label
And I still hit you niggas with shots that’s fatal
That bullshit vest can’t save you
I had a doc open you up from chest to navel
See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table
And them hoes I gave you
I’m that nigga that’ll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital, while the cops guardin your room
You gotta see what I’ve seen, look where I’ve looked
Touch what I’ve reached, and take what I’ve took
You gotta go where I’ve gone, walked where I’ve walked
To get where I’m at to speak what I’ve talked
You gotta lay where I’ve laid, stay where I’ve stayed
Play where I’ve played to make what I’ve made
You gotta move what I’ve moved, use what I used
Use tools how I use, use fools how I use
Black Friday management, and Roc’s the label
And I still hit you niggas with shots that’s fatal
That bullshit vest can’t save you
I had a doc open you up from chest to navel
See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table
And them hoes I gave you
I’m that nigga that’ll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital, while the cops guardin your room
You gotta see what I’ve seen, look where I’ve looked
Touch what I’ve reached, and take what I’ve took
You gotta go where I’ve gone, walked where I’ve walked
To get where I’m at to speak what I’ve talked
You gotta lay where I’ve laid, stay where I’ve stayed
Play where I’ve played to make what I’ve made
You gotta move what I’ve moved, use what I used
Use tools how I use, use fools how I use

Jay-Z – Public Service Announcement

[Jay-Z]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov’, OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov’!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that’s right
Hov’, OH – not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that’s what I’ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing]
This ain’t a movie dog (oh shit)

"Now before I finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I’m GONE!
And I don’t care WHAT you think about me – but just remember,
when it hits the fan brother, whether it’s next year, ten years,
twenty years from now, you’ll never be able to say
that these brothers lied to you JACK!"

[Jay-Z]
Ving ain’t lie
I done came through the block in everything that’s fly
I’m like, Che Guevara with bling on, I’m complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga I get mine – by any means on whenever there’s a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that’s when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain’t invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain’t no sense in me
lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
there ain’t no reason why I be buyin expensive chains
Hope you don’t think users are the only abusers niggaz
Gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I’m ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag’ yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that’s just the top layer
Man, you was who you was ‘fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I’m gone
Either love me, or leave me alone