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Gucci Mane – Ever (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
It’s 2017 nigga
Welcome home ‘wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new bitch nigga, y’all niggas motherfuck’ at?
Pyrex pot
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
Nigga where y’all think this shit started from, nigga
It’s Gucci
Ay Guc’, welcome home my nigga, I salute to you my nigga
Ay, hol’ up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hittin’ on all-red kush, got on all-red J’s
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
I’m Guwop the walkin’ lick but can’t nobody take shit
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t shit
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick
It’s just a Sun Valley nigga, I’m had tryna get rich
I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the ‘wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta fuck me
But bitch ain’t never met a nigga that can hustle like me
And you’ll never meet a nigga with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rob so many niggas I can’t even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, nigga that’s my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, nigga I’m so side street
If you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re tryin’ me
‘Wop

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

Gucci Mane – Wasn’t Me (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Hook]
I can make two mil in a week
And I can get them pints for the cheap
And I can fuck your freak for the free
He think I robbed him but it wasn’t me
I just took the doors off the Jeep
I can fit another whore in the suite
She gave me head and I gave that bitch a Jeep
She said I fucked her but I say it wasn’t me

[Verse 1]
I’m fresh out the feds, I’m fresh out work-release
Got that strong and I think I’m Hercules
I’m the plug and I drop like once a week
I hit TZ and told him flood the streets
Me and BPM straight from BCT
Fuck that BT shit bitch re-up with me
And I see twenty-eight my motor eighty Gs
You wanna race me then let’s bet a couple keys
I got this younger one, she suck me till I’m weak
Ain’t fuck in three months and she still ain’t missed a beat
Got this lil’ young nigga and he think that talk is cheap
I’m on rotation on your feature, lose your seat

[Hook]
I can make two mil in a week
And I can get them pints for the cheap
And I can fuck your freak for the free
He think I robbed him but it wasn’t me
I just took the doors of the Jeep
I can fit another whore in the suite
She gave me head and I gave that bitch a Jeep
She said I fucked her but I say it wasn’t me

[Verse 2]
I can make five bricks off of three
And I can give your bitch something to see
At the Hawks game court side seats
I’m on Peachtree in the drop-top B
He want to be like me but Gucci too elite
Fuck them sucker niggas I don’t want to speak
Orange Lamb’, I pull up like trick-or-treat
I’m bag snatchin’ like it’s fucking Halloween
Master P [?]
I’m C-Murder I’m Pootang I’m Big Meech
This for my nigga that might never touch the streets
You never snitched then it’s easier to sleep

[Hook]
I can make two mil in a week
And I can get them pints for the cheap
And I can fuck your freak for the free
He think I robbed him but it wasn’t me
I just took the doors of the Jeep
I can fit another whore in the suite
She gave me head and I gave that bitch a Jeep
She said I fucked her but I say it wasn’t me

Gucci Mane – Sir Brix A-Lot (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s Wizop
Burr burr burr burr

[Hook]
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay-per-view [?]
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary nigga, can’t rock no ordinary watch

[Verse 1]
Slick as hell man, I’m fresh out of jail man
Fuck a cell case, marble on my staircase
As you can tell man, I don’t fuck with twelve man
Can’t catch me in it man, unless I beat twelve man
These niggas trap dry, no water in the well man
We see your ribs man, damn you’re lookin’ frail man
Look at my ring bling, motherfucker chain gang
You’re selling bales man, then we on the same thing
You’re reppin’ Zone 6, then we in the same gang
I let my nuts hang, why you holdin’ nuts, lang
You ain’t a rat so I’m gon’ treat you like a mutt, man
You tuck your tail so I’m gon’ kick you in your [?]

[Hook]
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay-per-view [?]
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary nigga, can’t rock no ordinary watch

[Verse 2]
I’m a well man, a motherfuckin’ well man
A pocket rocket on me and a pocket scale man
If I can’t work, I’ve still got my clientele man
This for my [?], all my niggas still in jail man
All these critiques and AP’s know they sick of me
Me and my niggas thick as thieves, [?]
Twenty years old, all my niggas got a brick at least
And this a drought and we ain’t had no work for weeks
They call me Guwop One Punch, I knock out your teeth
I’m in a smoky [?] that I shoot out to tease
I pistol whip the sleep and go in your Lee Dungarees
Don’t give a fuck about ’em, they don’t give a fuck ’bout me

[Hook]
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay-per-view [?]
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary nigga, can’t rock no ordinary watch

[Outro]
It’s Gucci
It’s Guwop
It’s Wizop

G Herbo – Humble Beast (Intro) (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

Ay Swervo

[Verse 1]
Heard its cold in the Raq right now i’m riding down Rodeyo
Then got introduced to snow i used to play wit yayo
Diss the gang and don’t get dealt wit that boy got a halo
Let off 50 shots then skeet off that clip that boy got a Draco
Loyal nigga got some knowledge put him on a pay roll
Walk around with couple thousands thats my everyday roll
Used to live in public house no heat, roaches, mouses now i ride most Italian and it got the lowest mileage
Member we was rollin wildin damn Duwop you member we was rollin round with
9’s Two Glocks sipping lean buying 2 pops and we had often shootouts i remember we was out standing let off everything then you pop
I remember we in traffic its late night just me and you Cap
Fucking on the same hoes we just tryna find some new box
City smoke wit clear blue sky lets we had some new opps
Don’t go right next to this car unless you high yeah i think they knew not
Don’t go right next to this car unless you high hop out and you die
Ever since that happen i been Cappin you don’t Cap then you die
Yall know how we bleed Kobe Cappin sipping lean over lapsing
AMG know i got a need for speed Mazzis Astons
Who the hell (?)
Driving fast talking to hoes rolling gas dropping ashes
Who would of thought i was junior still in high school failing all my classes
Then i went to school of Hard Knocks flying colours all those passes
Taught me how to make a knot taught me got to keep a pistol
Taught me never talk to cops told me that is not official
But i learnt that from observation one of them questions i was asking
Bitches told me i was ashy, i been in my pockets actually
I’m just on top of this hip hop folk nem selling pounds of zip Locks we just rotate whips to condos everything 50 thousand wrist watch
Fazoland lil nigga rick rock don’t have beef wit lil box red beam on the 30 Glock
Match my Gucci flip flops
As soon as i start letting off that stick i don’t care who get hurt
I do what i wanna bitch like lil Lil Uzi Vert
When i learn how to drive the stick i might do the vert
Go get on that corner and i put you that work
Im no organ donor so i might do the perk
2 grams 7 pointers of majuirana
Member buying 20 ounces to pour a 4 in there
Still wake up every morning like Tom Joyner
Got a trap with ps, keys, cash, AKs and some more in there
But you can’t hang if you ain’t gang that mean you can’t go in there
Going hard even if its wholesale gotta go in there but right now i’m just on tour just ring the bell i think lil bro in there

Yall know how we bleed, Pour a 4 in there
Yall know how we bleed
Yall know how we bleed, Pour a 4 in there
Yall know how we bleed

G Herbo – Dat Nigga (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Hook]
Ay
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo bitch i been that nigga Ay
Ever since i was 15 been about my figures
By my 17th birthday i had a 50 Member right before my 18th birthday i crashed them Hemi
Way before this rap shit lil roc knew i had it in me
Way before this rap shit white folks knew i had it in me
Freestyling on that hot shit block shit through blocks past the enemy
Fully autos we got plenty bitch we blast at any
Start sipping 8s of act wit kobe made me break my kidneys
And now i still might sip a 4 way just because i miss him
And i rap about that trap shit i was in the kitchen
Folk nem copped their first book i was right there my left wrist a 50
And if the feds come i won’t write them i might forget to mention
They ain’t cut from my cloth they ain’t like that man these niggas bitches
I don’t want no fuck niggas around me thats a disposition
I don’t do no rap beef nigga try me pistol whip or strip him
Pussy better mind your business my little killas itching
Disrespect No Limit thats a bad decision
Lil bro tote that glizzy and he got precision
Told him just get money and play your position
Bitch i been that nigga ever since elementary
Always in the mix i used to get suspensions
Now my whips like bitches cause thats how i switch em
Got my bitches switching kissing lied say that i missed them
Growing up i ran the streets i learned a lot of wisdom
Always used your head and duck that prison system
Broski told me take care of business i can’t lie i listened
He supposed to be still here right with me and thats why i miss him

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 2]
Im 20 so its only right put 220 on the dash
Smoking posto by the zip 220 for the gas
150 strong thats 22 thats 40 imma blast
Of course if you reach for him ill pay for him all cash
Two 30s and one 50 round thats how i ride around
Fuck nigga you don’t fit around you on the wrong side of town
And you best turn that 50 around i mean correct it now
If this was back in 2009 folk nem would of wet you down
RIP grandma i miss you i won’t let you down
I know you ain’t hurting no more you ain’t stressing now
Member on the phone you said you want a platinum Album
Its 3:21 i’m thinking of them records now
Coming up my momma said i wasn’t a bad kid
I just made my choices and dealt with them as is
Now i pay my momma rent i’m talking cash shit
I see their fake smiles in my face like they ain’t mad shit
I know they hating when i did it they still say i didn’t
Street nigga i can’t count the blessings i been getting
All the commas i been spending bad hoes i been hitting
Fuck around in the new car brand new limit froze up to much spinning
Walk in the bank pulled out 30k they like what you doing today
I look at the teller i ain’t know what to tell her i need something to do with my day
She like okay if you don’t spend it all please bring it back in
And you know how that story went i might as well threw it away
Every weekend i just pull up and go get that back in
Shows for 5 to 15k and i just did 2 in a day
Imma keep on pulling up making them sick until they get blue in their face
With something new on my waist Rolex day pearl blue in her face

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from im a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

G Herbo – That’s How I Grew Up (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Intro]
Money callin’ me, trouble followin’ me
I’ma street nigga and I’ma always be
And my momma know I’m good so she don’t pray for me
I’m just a street nigga and I’ma always be

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 1]
On the Eastside of Chiraq, thats where I grew up
OG ain’t let me on Essex until I grew up
When G Fazo died in 2010 I just ain’t give a fuck
‘Member me and Manski on the phone an hour teein’ up
Fourteen we was young as fuck all ready to fuck shit up
Comin’ up no fear in us we ready to kill sum
Lil Roc died Broski turned himself in for a year or sum
Trappin’ so hard told em leave the line and watch us still run it
Back then I was sixteen probably running up a fifteen
Then I started spittin’ 16s, rappin’ 16s, by my 16th
Nigga 16 yeah them my blocks
Four blocks can’t switch, four blocks that way
Four blocks up four blocks back
We run our shit and the opps
(Gang gang)

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 2]
You can’t come where I grew up
Big ass guns where I grew up
They shoot for fun where I grew up
No where to run you fall you fucked
Wonder why your niggas never pull up
Never call you up
Ain’t know who you calling for
No body want war with us
Literally, bullshit you not
Fo’nem go nuts with them Glocks
They don’t even know how to stop
Knock that little shit off the top
Grew up fathers off the dope
Grew up mothers off the rocks
Errybody got a problem
Errybody got a opp
And I grew up just a screw up
Takin’ drugs [?]
Totin’ guns missin’ court goin’ on the run
Gangbangin’ ridin’ on opps just for fun
Pop in front of ’em masked up
Can’t see my face just the gun

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

G Herbo – Got Em Sick (feat. Lil Bibby) (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Pull up skrtt hop out the whip
Know that I keep me a Glock on my hip
And all my mans got knots in this bitch
Reach for my chain get shot in this bitch
Niggas is lame stay in your lane
Play wit the gang get shot in the brain
Fuck all the fame, fuck all the chains, I won’t let you lil niggas fuck up my name
I be ballin like I’m Klay, like I’m Steph, pull up swish
Niggas beefin’ with the gang, you might find ’em in a ditch, heard that you niggas been talkin’ that shit
I just been calm you know I can switch
You know I’m a savage I ride with the stick
I make a call and I get ’em hit

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Big G Herbo I be lit you know I’m fresh as a bitch
Chrome wheels on the M6 you know it match wit the stick
30 clip right in the whip
I don’t got no license for shit
We party we like kickin’ it
We ain’t with that "fightin’ and dip"
We counting we like dividends, see the Plug ion like middle men
I do what I want I don’t care bout the police they just gotta come get me then
Them bad bitches love me
Your hoe wanna fuck me
She drunk got her off Remy and Henn’
She callin her buddy they both gettin’ slutty
They fillin’ the kid with a Cudi
Say I make her nervous I used to be grumpy back when I was sippin’ the muddy
And I got 2 Rollies, a 40, 2 40 when one wanna play, one bezel floody
And I ain’t with no "lovey dovey"
All these bitches be all lotty thotty
Turn her up make her get off a Molly, now I’m gettin’ top in a Maserati
And you know I be off the shits snail in this bitch
Fuck niggas make me sick he can’t make bail so he snitched
He a hoey bitch, he don’t owe me shit
Haters like "fuck Herbo" stay cryin’ broke "I know he rich"

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick

G Herbo – Blackin Out (feat. Lil Bibby) (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
‘member I was selling packs for the low
I wake up and thank the lord that I ain’t trapping no mo’
Niggas don’t be on they block so we ain’t clapping no mo’
But just like we was in a war I still be strapped with it though
30s they wait on me right at the telly everytime I’m traveling though
And I want 20k for a show, 10 or 15 what I’m averagin’ though
My big brother be copping them O’s 10 or 15 what he averagin’ though
Yay he usually be breaking them down but that’s 50k if you grabin’ them hoe

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
I heard you got your chain snatched then you snitched on a nigga
So you can’t go to your hood cause you switched on your niggas
I got niggas in the prison you can ask them how they living
If they tell you that they eating everyday like thanksgiving
If you see that nigga with the squad treat him like a god
I ain’t never cracked a card, I was out trapping hard
Junkies knocking at my door but everything sold out
Think ’bout running in my trap it’s guns in the whole house
So you acting like a bitch you steady running your mouth
I should slap him with the 45 knock him cold out
Ambulance have to pick him up, he get rolled out
Bibby nice you playing with G Herbo you get blowed down

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Blacking out, yeah I’m blacking out
Yeah I’m blacking out
Grab them choppas load them 100 clips up ain’t no lacking out
Blacking out yeah I’m blacking out
Bitch I’m blacking out
I was serving green on the corner but I’m rapping now
Yeah I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Fresh as fuck I did that, fucked this bitch I did that
I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Flood my wrist I did that, came out my whip I did that

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Heard a lil bitch ’round town said she know me steady asking ’round
Bump into her shopping how you know me bitch, you blacking out
She said yeah I know you Herbo I seen you with Cap around Told the bitch I’m a No Limit capper I don’t cap around
Me and Cap use to smoke back to back and ride with gats around
Asked her what’s your name and who are your brothers probably clapped them down
She say ‘my name Tee, my bro name Deago’ ah he got them pounds
And my bro Mareese sell blacks and yayo he stay out of town

[Verse 4: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
I know that bitch man I say ‘now that’s that bitch that be with Keisha shawty she a super eater’
And her brother Mareese working for the police
Yeah that nigga hot sauce, I might get him knocked off
Run up do ’em dirty, police tape the whole block off
Hold up bro don’t let that lil bitch hear you get us rocked out
She just told me she ain’t got no ride and she ain’t tryna walk
I fuck around and catch him on the porch while she getting dropped off
Let me black out right there broad day, I’ma blow his socks off

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Blacking out, yeah I’m blacking out
Yeah I’m blacking out
Grab them choppas load them 100 clips up ain’t no lacking out
Blacking out yeah I’m blacking out
Bitch I’m blacking out
I was serving green on the corner but I’m rapping now
Yeah I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Fresh as fuck I did that, fucked this bitch I did that
I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Flood my wrist I did that, came out my whip I did that

Jacquees – Just The Intro (Since You Playin Album)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And we’re going off
(Oooh)
Ha! It’s Jacquees

[Monolouge]
I know a lot of ya’ll love my music
You know what I’m saying, love the way I do, love the way I dress,love the way I [?]
But I think It’s time I introduce myself as a man shawty you get what I’m sayin’ ?
Gucci hat, Gucci cologne, Gucci jacket
(Smellin’ good as a motherf****r)
Gucci belt
[?] when I pull up on you
If you in a Cadillac, cut this motherf****r up now, I’m feelin like T.I; young king like T.I
Aye! Aye! and if you havin’ stars in your wraith and this bag you gon’ chase cut this motherf****r up now I’m tellin’ you
This sh*t gon’ turn you up
And if you under 18, there ain’t really too much I can do for you
You know I’m twenty-two, no kids?
Livin’ on my own, feelin like a young bachelor
You know what I’m sayin’ ?
Single, I do what I wanna do, tour life right now, I’m on a tour bus right now
It’s [?] night though, we done motherf****ing turned up
Yeah, had a lot of sh*t I want to say to you, a lot of sh*t we could have did, you know what I’m sayin’?
N****s ain’t used to that intro [?}
But since you playin’ though, look since you playin’

Oooh I’m on a mission
Oooh I’m tryna get it
Get paid yeah
Do I need permission ?
I know my wrongs from my rights
Tired of playin’ games, I think you’re someone I like
Now usually I’m the player type but I think you’re someone I’d wife
But since you playin’ baby, I’m gon’ let you live your life
Go on baby girl, it’s your world
Hate to see you like all them girls
All of my b*tches, they all drinking liquor
It’s filled by the pitch, they f*ck with my n****s
They try to get with us, they see we the realest
I’m stackin’my figures, got Henny in my system
I talk to my sister, when I’m in my feelings
I figure she’d listen, I need someone to listen to me
I need someone to listen to me, yeah
To me, me ee ee ee ee ee ee
Since you playin’ games
I can’t wait, I can’t wait, no I can’t wait!
Can’t wait, I can’t wait, wait
Me ee ee ee ee ee ee

It’s just the intro, just the intro
I know ya’ll ain’t used to the intro
Twenty-two, since you playin’
It’s just the intro

Jacquees – Supposed Too (feat. Birdman) (Since You Playin Album)

[Intro]
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin’ up
Gotta keep goin’ up
Can’t stop goin’ up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 1]
I push the lambo and it’s drop top
I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
These diamonds shine look like the stars out
You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
Everything goes once the goons out
Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
Double the profit now we gotta spend it
Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
I just went from the shower to the boldest
Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
Money make all the bitches be important
But I ain’t got time for them hoes
Drop a dime on them hoes

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (Yeah)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Pussy nigga we showed you
Spend a band and we fold a few
Bitch know I control you
We livin’ life and high road too
Put it down ion know you
Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
Ship a thousand gram and we load you
Slanted eyes, side view
Strap it up if they size you
These bitches see that we glow nigga
Get money nigga and we high too
Big money fo’ sho nigga
If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
That big money, no fake cake
Big money wit paper plates
86 we 88
Jumped out we cleared the plates
Aired off, steak plates
Long sticks, banana plates
Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa

Jacquees – Shot (Since You Playin Album)

[Intro]
Don’t say no
You’re all for me girl ohh
Don’t say no

[Verse 1]
Baby baby I’m the new nigga
Rocking shows oh I’m taking pictures
Know you want me baby
I know you probably want me baby
Keep your hair all neatly, better tie it up when you see me
Glass house full of ?
Cop a ? like I’m CB
Fuck all the talking, girl it’s time for shots
I’ll drink you down, don’t you tell me stop
When you see me on your TV
Know you usually ain’t easy
Got Patron cups or the Hennessy
Baby tell me what’s your fantasy

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)

[Verse 2]
I’ma love you all night
He ain’t even do you right
He ain’t even worth a try
Oh what a waste of time
I’m Bobby Brown with the grind
Let’s get away for the night
Let’s step away from the light
I’ll put my face by your tights
She got thang for them diamonds (For them diamonds)
Want me to drape her out in diamonds (In diamonds)
You want my love, you better show out
Girl I wish I knew you before you blowed up

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)

Jacquees – Lay Ya Down (feat. Tank) (Since You Playin Album)

[Pre-Hook]
Pull up on the side
Don’t want nothin’ more

[Hook: Jacquees]
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
I’m so glad I found you
When he’s not around you
Hit me on my phone
Any fuckin’ time call me baby
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
You know when he leave
I pull up in a jeep
I’m outside beep beep
I’m TLC with the Creep
Come and lay it down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down

[Verse 1: Jacquees]
There’s a [?] over here
If you wasn’t tryin’ to get here
If you wanna be right here
I know he pay for your nails and your hair
He gon’ be mad I put tracks out ’round here
And we both want it back
And he don’t know a thing
And what love to the back
I miss that old thing
We can’t be wrong I love this feeling
I’m goin’ hard so spread ’em apart
Don’t give me your heart

[Pre-Hook]
Love on the side
Don’t want nothing more

[Hook: Jacquees]
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
I’m so glad I found you
When he’s not around you
Hit me on my phone
Any fuckin’ time call me baby
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
You know when he leave
I pull up in a jeep
I’m outside beep beep
I’m TLC with the Creep
Come and lay it down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down

[Verse 2: Tank]
All I want you to do is
Open up so we can go there
Show you how I’ma use this
Have you screaming that its no fair
Have you breathing like there’s no air
Mouth to mouth is what you need
Give it to me like you don’t care
I’ma do it when I please, oh
I’ve got the keys, keys, keys let me just open you up
What you got between those knees
Foolin’ us will be tough
Nine months, I’m about it
[?]
Nine months, I’m about it
[?]

[Pre-Hook]
Pull up on the side
Don’t want nothin’ more

[Hook: Jacqees & Tank]
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
I’m so glad I found you
When he’s not around you
Hit me on my phone
Any fuckin’ time call me baby
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
You know when he leave
I pull up in a jeep
I’m outside beep beep
I’m TLC with the Creep
Come and lay it down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down
Wanna lay ya down, wanna lay ya down

[Outro: Tank]
I’ma lay ya down
Oh baby

Jacquees – Get Loose (Since You Playin Album)

[Intro]
Mmmmm
Yeah yeah wooah wooah
Shit hard

[Verse 1]
Throw it back like that yeah
Work it back like that yeah
Baby show me why you ride yeah
Aye, damn girl you bad
That’s what I be holding
Pussy got me high
Baby got me open
Tell me whatcha like
Tell me if ya rollin’
Big body Benz
Lil’ Mama want it (skrt)

[Pre Hook]
I wanna play, I wanna try
Can’t wait, lets do tonight
Show me how much you need my time

[Hook]
Uh, so get loose
Let me see you drop it low
Lemme see you get loose
One time, two time
Oh baby don’t be rude
Show the world you my girl
Get lit, get loose
Number one, can’t lose, break it down, bust it open let me see you get loose
Number one, can’t lose, break it down, bust it open let me see you get loose

[Verse 2]
Bad chick with the jeans on
Big fine lil’ chick with the jeans on
We don’t like it with the jeans on
Bad bitch, she say Come Thru was her theme song
I think I know what she likes, likes
Don’t think you fuckin’ with my mind

[Pre Hook]
I wanna play, I wanna try
Can’t wait, lets do tonight
Show me how much you need my time

[Hook]
Uh, so get loose
Let me see you drop it low
Lemme see you get loose
One time, two time
Oh baby don’t be rude
Show the world you my girl
Get lit, get loose
Number one, can’t lose, break it down, bust it open let me see you get loose
Number one, can’t lose, break it down, bust it open let me see you get loose

Chris McClenney – Headlines (Portrait In Two Album)

[Verse 1]
When I see you a vanity lurks in your eye
Just a glimpse of the feeling you’ve been trying to hide (no 2x)
Know you’re stressing bout people don’t try to deny
Cause the hue of the envy is rooted in your timeline

Fixation is your frustration
No patience for your foundation
Breaking free of a shadow you’ve casted inside
Your reflection I question how could that be mine?

[Chorus]
Can a look in the mirror be simple and free? from these (headlines)
Can a feeling that’s different be able to breathe? without (headlines)
Can the grasses be greener not having to feed? these (headlines)
Dreaming of a society where I don’t need (headlines)

[Verse 2]
You, you’re the
Focus of all the
Ruminating and doubting I’ve done
With the demons I’ve had to outrun
Now with confidence I say that you are the one

It’s your fixation that’s your frustration
And you got no patience for your foundation
Breaking free of a shadow you’ve casted inside
Your reflection I question how could those be my to eyes?

[Chorus]
Can a look in the mirror be simple and free? from these (headlines)
Can a feeling that’s different be able to breathe? without (headlines)
Can the grasses be greener not having to feed? these (headlines)
Dreaming of a society where I don’t need (headlines)

Chris McClenney – Glide (Portrait In Two Album)

[Chorus]
Glide across the floor
Every night we dance, getting deeper yes
And then we glide across the floor
Every night we sing, getting deeper as we’re swayin’

[Verse 1]
And you should know I made the plans just so we can go and dance, baby
You got my soul at your command so tell me
All the ways
You want to move
Just me and you
What you want to do

[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper in my ear
Everything you’d like to see
Stop of the highest mountain scene
We got this, lovin’
Loving and we, touchin’
Later on us, kissin’
Cause I love it when we

[Chorus]
Glide across the floor
Every night we dance, getting deeper yes
Glide across the floor
Every night we sing, getting deeper as we’re swayin’

Glide to the left
Glide to the right
Glide to the left
Glide to the right

[Verse 2]
It’s so hypnotic when we groove cause were in single one and two, baby, your my baby
We got our favorite card[?] on cue so show me
All the moves
You want to make
When were alone
And getting late
Its me and you
So let the rhythm
Be our muse

[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper in my ear
Everything you’d like to see
Atop of the highest mountain scene
We got this, lovin’
Loving and we, touchin’
Later on us, kissin’
Cause it feels so good when we

[Chorus]
Glide across the floor
Every night we dance, getting deeper yes
And so we glide across the floor
Every night we sing, getting deeper as we’re swayin’

Glide to the left
Glide to the right
Glide to the left
Glide to the right

[Bridge]
Gotta hit it on the brakes now
Let the groove get into you
Can you feel it
Let the groove get into you
Can you feel it

[Solo]
Glide
Glide
Glide
Glide
Glide
Glide across the floor

[Outro]
You found love
But what will you do in trying times
Stay strong and true to you, or fade into black again
A look in the mirror is what you really needed
To push out the fears, the doubts, and grow up
And if you choose to listen back to this voice memo
You’ll know that you honored your decision to leave fear behind And grow into the person you wanted to be
You chose the right path to be a better man
Do this for her, but also do this for you too
Cherish your love, its valuable

Chris McClenney – Pearl (Portrait In Two Album)

[Chorus]
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

[Verse 1: Chris McClenney]
The portrait of us now, a one way mirror
Silence speaks so loud, you couldn’t be clearer
You’re a thousand miles out, wish we were nearer
I’ll always fight the wave no doubt, forever I’m here cause

[Verse/Pre Chorus]
(I’ll always remember) The butterfly’s when we had our, first kiss in LA
(I’ll always remember) It was summertime and I can feel the heat in the eyes you gave me
Do you remember the promises made to you the first night I stayed
I’ll never surrender, you know together were better
(always remember)

You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

[Bridge/Build up]

[Chorus]
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

[Outro]
You

You’re my pearl, you’re my, you’re my pearl, you’re my

Chris McClenney – Awake (Outro) (Portrait In Two Album)

[Verse 1]
When I see you a vanity lurks in your eye
Just a glimpse of the feeling you’ve been trying to hide (no 2x)
Know you’re stressing bout people don’t try to deny
Cause the hue of the envy is rooted in your timeline

Fixation is your frustration
No patience for your foundation
Breaking free of a shadow you’ve casted inside
Your reflection I question how could that be mine?

[Chorus]
Can a look in the mirror be simple and free? from these (headlines)
Can a feeling that’s different be able to breathe? without (headlines)
Can the grasses be greener not having to feed? these (headlines)
Dreaming of a society where I don’t need (headlines)

[Verse 2]
You, you’re the
Focus of all the
Ruminating and doubting I’ve done
With the demons I’ve had to outrun
Now with confidence I say that you are the one

It’s your fixation that’s your frustration
And you got no patience for your foundation
Breaking free of a shadow you’ve casted inside
Your reflection I question how could those be my to eyes?

[Chorus]
Can a look in the mirror be simple and free? from these (headlines)
Can a feeling that’s different be able to breathe? without (headlines)
Can the grasses be greener not having to feed? these (headlines)
Dreaming of a society where I don’t need (headlines)

Trey Songz – A3 (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

[Intro: MIKExANGEL]
Look at this here, baby

[Verse 1: MIKExANGEL]
I brought some party favors, party favors
Got you naughty, babe, so naughty, babe, so naughty, baby
I brought some party favors, party favors
We mix the drink with emotions
We gonna wake the neighbors
I’m so impressed with your vibe and I got all kind of flavors, kind of flavors
So many clockin’ your time, feel like I should compensate ya
I put in work like a boss
Girl, this ain’t nothin’ new
So many used and abused, like they don’t have a clue
Baby, your ass the truth
Always on the side, yeah, that’s how they treat ya
You could be my girl, be my señorita
One on one sex, I could be the teacher
Knock it out the park like Derek Jeter

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
Who gon’ do, do your body like I do? Nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & MIKExANGEL]
Pullin’ up to your crib
Baby, you know we about to have a lil party (I brought some party favors)
You know girl, you know that we ’bout to get started (And I got all kind of flavors)
And when you go to work, you be goin’ so hard, I feel like I (Like I should compensate ya)
And girl, we got the room all foggy, condensation
This is elation, I’m so impatient
This feels like day one, anticipation
Anticipation, anticipation
Ain’t this amazing?

[Chorus: Trey Songz & MIKExANGEL]
Who gon’ do, do your body like I do? Nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
MIKExANGEL sing, MIKExANGEL sing, ANGEL sing, yeah
Nobody
Anticipation, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Ain’t this amazing? Baby, can you believe it? Can you believe it?

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Oh, woah, hey
Baby, can you believe it? Can you believe it?
Oh, woah
Baby, can you believe it? Can you believe it? Yeah
Oh, woah, this is amazing, this feels like day one
Baby, can you believe it? Can you believe it?
Oh, woah, anticipation
Anticipation, I know you been waitin’ for me, baby
Oh, oh

[Outro: Trey Songz]
It’s okay, it’s okay
Baby, you ain’t gotta wait, baby
No no
Anticipation, Trigga

Trey Songz – Mind Fuckin (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

[Hook: Trey Songz]
You know I’m tryna spend some time, yeah
I’m tryna do a little mind fuckin’
You gon’ love it, baby, tell me do you mind
Me fuckin’ with your mind?
One more time, one more time
So do you mind, baby
If we could do a little mind fuckin’?
Let’s discuss it, let me touch it, get inside
Do you mind if I fuck your pretty little mind?
Mind fuckin’
Oh, we mind fuckin’, yeah

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
I’m tryna get in your head, girl
And gonna hear what you say, girl
I wanna know you all
I wanna know your thoughts
Is you keepin’ up your guard?
Will you ever give your heart?
I’m tryna move from a play pass
I’m tryna do what’ll make it last
I’m tryna do what’ll make it last
Don’t like my joke, then I’ll take it back
There go that smile
That beautiful smile
Yeah, we gon’ need more drinks
Let’s stay a while

[Hook: Trey Songz]
I’m tryna spend some time, yeah
I’m tryna do a little mind fuckin’
You gon’ love it, baby, tell me do you mind
Me fuckin’ with your mind?
One more time, one more time
So do you mind, baby
If we could do a little mind fuckin’?
Let’s discuss it, let me touch it, get inside
Do you mind if I fuck your pretty little mind?
Mind fuckin’
Oh, we mind fuckin’, yeah

[Verse 2: MIKExANGEL]
I know what you been through
I can treat you gentle
Tryna get all in your mental
See, I’ma keep it simple
I can never blame you, babe
No need to ever change a thing
Think I’m up to no good
Do that pussy so good
I can be your dentist
Teach you how to floss
Get you what you need
No matter what it cost
Stuck on my mind
I don’t waste time
Put that on rewind
Penetrate your mind

[Hook: Trey Songz & MIKExANGEL]
I’m tryna spend some time, yeah
I’m tryna do a little mind fuckin’
You gon’ love it, baby, tell me do you mind
Me fuckin’ with your mind?
One more time, one more time
So do you mind, baby
If we could do a little mind fuckin’?
Let’s discuss it, let me touch it, get inside
Do you mind if I fuck your pretty little mind?
Mind fuckin’
Oh, we mind fuckin’, yeah

Trey Songz – Gonna Be (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

[Intro: MIKExANGEL]
Woah, woah, yeah, baby

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
You never lie to me
I love your honesty
I know what you want from me
And that’s what I’m gonna be
I love your company
So much you done for me
You deserve more from me
That’s what I’m gonna be

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
I’m ’bout to ride for ya
Look in my eyes, no lies
Girl, it ain’t no disguise, no
I’m out my mind for ya
Girl, I go crazy, baby
Don’t I, don’t I go crazy
About your ass? Oh, I, yeah
I bet it all on my baby doll
Don’t to my socks and drawers
And y’all know I will
Y’all know I will, yeah
I’m gon’ tell the world that you’re my girl
Niggas know I shoot to kill
But you for real, I’m too for real

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
You never lie to me
I love your honesty
I know what you want from me
And that’s what I’m gonna be
I love your company
So much you done for me
You deserve more from me
That’s what I’m gonna be

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
I’m ’bout to ride for ya
Say it two times for ya
Baby, don’t leave
Baby, don’t make me weak
Make me cry for you
I know what you need
Leave it up to me
Give it to you better
And tell ’em that we never ask
When the say this night would last
Not forever

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
You never lie to me
I love your honesty
I know what you want from me
And that’s what I’m gonna be
I love your company
So much you done for me
You deserve more from me
That’s what I’m gonna be

[Outro: MIKExANGEL]
Oh, I, oh I
Ooh, ooh, baby, ooh, babe
And you know you’re my fave
Don’t have nothing on the side
Put your loving on a plate
I can eat you for breakfast
When I’m sucking on your breast
I got my tongue all up inside
Ooh, baby
When I’m sucking on your breast
I got my tongue all up inside
Ooh, baby

Trey Songz – Find My Love (feat. Justine Darcenne) (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

[Chorus: Justine Darcenne & Trey Songz]
I’ve got my mind on you
Want my body on your too
I know the things that you need, you want
I can’t believe even when you’re done
Now won’t you find my love
Now won’t you find, won’t you find my love
Won’t you find my love
Won’t you find, won’t you find my love
I just wanna find love, I just wanna find love, yeah
I just wanna find love, I just wanna find love, yeah
I just wanna find love, baby, show me some love, yeah
I just wanna find love, baby, show me some love, yeah

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Heart beat in my chest, that don’t I’m less about that
She say she love me, that don’t mean I don’t doubt that
I want that for real, love a nigga like for real
She say that she got me, I say, "Maybe, probably"
Oh, it feels like I’m running outta time
I want something special, want something I can call mine
I got the baddest, I keep the baddest baddies on my line
But she say that she different, got me loose and she say

[Chorus: Justine Darcenne]
I’ve got my mind on you
Want my body on your too
I know the things that you need, you want
I can’t believe even when you’re done
Now won’t you find my love
Now won’t you find, won’t you find my love
Won’t you find my love
Won’t you find, won’t you find my love

[Verse 2: MIKExANGEL]
Heart beat in my chest, that’s been broken but I bounce back
She say she need me, won’t leave but, but I doubt that
Tell me that it’s real, won’t you love me like for real
You say that you want me, don’t you disappoint me
Ooh, it feels like I been wasting all of time
I got baddies baging my line
I got baddies waiting in line, like a diamond, you shine
Like the homie, you ride, give you love on my mind

[Chorus: Justine Darcenne, MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
I’ve got my mind on you
Want my body on your too
I know the things that you need, you want
I can’t believe even when you’re done
Now won’t you find my love
Now won’t you find, won’t you find my love
Won’t you find my love
Won’t you find, won’t you find my love
I just wanna find love, I just wanna find love, yeah
I just wanna find love, I just wanna find love, yeah
I just wanna find love, baby, show me some love, yeah
I just wanna find love, baby, show me some love, yeah

Trey Songz – Make It All (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Ask if we ever made love before
She said we never make love no more
I guess she just stuck in the general
She said she never even been in love
The only want a body
And I know just what it feels like
And I’m sorry, yeah, I’m sorry
‘Cause I know just what it feels like

[Verse 2: MIKExANGEL]
I don’t wanna be alone, baby
They say nothing’s set in stone, baby
I got options I can choose, hate being confused
And I been so cold lately

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
I don’t wanna be alone, baby
I been getting so drunk lately
Baby, I been getting stoned, mentally, I’m gone
I can’t even go lately

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
I can’t, I can’t even call, babe
I been feeling lonely
You been feeling lonely
We been getting closer
You don’t wanna call when it’s time to make it all, make it all okay
She make it all okay
Make it all, make it all, make it all okay
Oh, make it all okay

Trey Songz – 93 Unleaded (feat. Dave East) (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

[Intro: Trey Songz]
Yeah

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Look at your hair, look at your clothes
Yeah, look at your nails, check out your toes, yeah
Body on slow mo, come here
You got a nigga frooz like a lil baby deer (God damn)
Ooh, baby girl, you’re cool like this time of year
Girl, you hot as motherfuckin’ fish grease, yeah
You don’t need a chair, sit it down right here
And if you want it all, you can get that there
Say you like to read, let me get between them pages
Know you like to work out, I can spot while you squat
Know these other girls, they ain’t got what you got
Tryna fill your tank ’til the top

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Bridge: Dave East]
Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Ay, look at your body, wait, look in my eyes
Ay, picture my face, ay, between your thighs
Ay, my lips on yours, drip, drip some more
All of my time, I’m goin’ down
Tryna find your spot, I’m tryna keep it there (ay, ay)
I be goin’ deep, so baby, be prepared
Super direct, no disrespect, yeah
Oh, so sexy, I need that, yeah

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Verse 3: Dave East]
93, you gotta fuck wanna ride with me
I look like I hit the lottery, only with niggas that die for me
I used to be at with all the hammers and all the scammers and all where the powder be
You hated, so fuck your apology, you see that red stripe on my Prada tee
I jump out the Rover now, fully loaded
Ain’t hard to see, I’ve been took over now
Same bitches wouldn’t even pay attention
I can bend them over, choke ’em now
Bottom of my teeth golden now
Only backwoods, I can roll a pound
Homies locked, I can hold ’em down
Got Givenchy stars on my shoulder now
New grib, new bitch, true Crip, whip like a bowlin’ ball
Yves Saint Laurent or the Dolce shades, I don’t even know though, sure
Only if she bad I might see it, full of Henny, so I might eat it
Only socks and my wife beater, her brain better than a mind reader

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Outro: Dave East & Trey Songz]
Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you, (I just feel like you the one)
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you

Trey Songz – If It Aint Love (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

[Skit]
Nigga, shut the fuck up. Who you think you talkin’ to? Oh, ’cause you Tremaine, think you can do whatever the fuck you want? Fuck outta here. Trey, you know better than that. Don’t play me

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
If it ain’t love then why, does it hurt so damn good, why?
If it ain’t love then why, why, would I give my lives to you?
If it ain’t love then why, why?
If it ain’t love then why, why? Said you wanna ask questions, babe
If it ain’t love then why, why, why, why?

[Skit]
Trey: But you know where I’m at, like what we talk about?
Girl: Nigga, I don’t know where you at
Trey: Aw, you pissin’ me off but I’m tryin’, well, I’m not
Girl: Well, well, you ain’t here

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Yeah, yeah, this is like the calm before the storm, yeah yeah yeah
This is like you’re laying in my arms
This is that try on the outfit, yeah yeah
Just to take it off
This is like the shoes I just bought you, yeah
Watchin’ you preform
Oh, now here we go with the bullshit
Yeah, girl, that’s what you be on

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Throwing that old shit all up in my face
Knowing that you don’t have much room to say
And I’m always wrong, that’s okay
She said that this can’t be love, no way
Hold up now, won’t you wait one second

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
If it ain’t love then why, does it hurt so damn good, why?
If it ain’t love then why, why, would I give my lives to you?
If it ain’t love then why, why?
If it ain’t love then why, why? Said you wanna ask questions, babe

[Skit]
Girl: So this is love, huh? You fuck my friends, you talk to me crazy. Nigga, you a bitch
Trey: I said stop talkin’ to me like that. You, I’m tryna be cool you pushin’ me and shit, girl
Girl: What you gone do? You ain’t gone do shit

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Every time we argue, every time we fight
Don’t it feel good when I make it all right?
Girl, you know this all, you know this all mine
You so disrespectful, but it’s all fine
I just started talkin’ ’til she sayin’ nothin’
I just let her win, yeah, end of discussion
Swear that I be in my own motherfuckin’ way
Swear she don’t judge, that’s always the case

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz & girl]
Throwing that old shit all up in my face
Girl: Old shit, new shit. Whatever
Knowing that you don’t have much room to say
Girl: We talking about you right now. Don’t even try that
I’m always wrong, that’s okay
Girl: Don’t even come at me like that
She said that this can’t be love, no way
Hold up now
Girl: Tremaine
Won’t you wait one second

[Chorus: MIKExANGEL & Trey Songz]
If it ain’t love then why, does it hurt so damn good, why?
If it ain’t love then why, why, would I give my lives to you?
If it ain’t love then why, why?
If it ain’t love then why, why? Said you wanna ask questions, babe
If it ain’t lovin’ why, why, why, why?

[Outro: Trey Songz]
Now say you gon’ stop talkin’ to me like me, for real
Now say you gon’ stop talkin’ to me like me, for real
Now say you gon’ stop talkin’ to me like me, for real
Yeah yeah

MC Bilal – Alles Zu Seiner Zeit (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
„Endlich ist es so weit! Du hast so lange auf diesen Moment gewartet! Auf den Moment, dein erstes Album zu releasen. Ein Album mit viel Gefühl, Liebe und wahren Texten.“

[Part 1]
Mein erstes Album, wer nennt mich noch „Anfänger“
Mit über fünfhunderttausend Anhängern?
Jedes Wort auf dieser Platte hat mehr Gewicht
Als das, was bei den meisten Rappern im Herzen ist
Selbst, wenn ich falle, kein Geld hab’ und das Volk mich disst
Sind meine Eltern mehr als stolz auf mich
Ich danke Gott für dieses Leben, für den Weg und was ich seh’
Denn nur der Herr der Welt kann mir morgen alles nehm’
Nimm mir mein’ Hype, nimm mir die Klicks
Gib mir ein Mic und ein’ Stift, ich hol’s wieder rein mit einem Hit
And’re verbreiten nur Gift und sie verzweifeln an sich
Weil sie der Neid zerfrisst, vergiss die meisten
Ich sprech’ aus Erfahrung, Warnung an jeden grad und
Warum ich Planung nicht mag, um Erwartung’ zu setzen, darum sag’ ich: „Des seid ihr nicht!“
Doch du bist klar dumm, darum weißt du’s nicht
Selbst wenn ich nicht charten würde, wär’ ich die absolute Eins im Biz
Das war nicht arrogant, doch nur ihr checkt es nicht
Selbst Muhammad Ali hat gesagt, dass er der Beste ist
Und wenn einer an dieser Textzeile jetzt echt zweifelt
Soll die CD raushol’n und sie sofort wegschmeißen

[Bridge]
„Du bekamst oft die Möglichkeit, bei Labels zu unterschreiben, die verlangt haben, dass du deine Musikrichtung ins Negative veränderst. Doch deine Ehre war dir immer schon wichtiger als Geld und Erfolg. Und genau das macht dich aus. Du versuchst nicht, einer von vielen zu sein, sondern gehst deinen eigenen Weg.“

[Part 2]
Leute, die das Album hör’n, werden meine Worte fühl’n
Denn ich verbinde Menschen miteinander wie ein Molekül
Ohne Mühe würde ich kein Album bring’
Ich würd’ lieber Covers von Heino sing’ oder meinem Feind die Zeitung bring’
Ich sag’ nicht Fans, wenn ich was Positives draußen höre
Bin nix Besseres, ich seh’ jeden Menschen auf Augenhöhe
Doch viele dieser Rapper bilden sich was ein
Merkt euch eins: Jeder Hype geht irgendwann vorbei!
Ich mache Rap, doch selbst wenn ich an Box schraube
Hat’s euch nicht zu int’ressieren wie ob ich an Gott glaube
Und meine Werte nicht verlier’
Der Schmerz sitzt tief in mir drin, doch ich trag’ die Ehre noch bei mir
Mich hassen die Rapper, geh dich informier’n, nur weil ich sie ignorier’
Weil sie kopier’n und danach probier’n, aber so tun als wenn sie mich nicht kenn’
Sie reden wie Esel und nehmen die Pläne von mir
Die Gerüchte kursier’n, doch steh’ ich dann hier, dann siehst du alle diese Lichter brenn’
Lass’ die Lichter brenn’!
Bilal spricht das aus, was dein Schicksal denkt
Doch bevor ich meine Würde hier verliere wie ein Esel, lass’ ich mich erhäng’
Ich bin kein Irgendwer, ich bin ein Unikat
Was Rapper? Ich schreib’ Hits! Akhi, ich bin Musiker!
Und ich steche mit dem Schwert von Herkules in das Auge der Luzifer
Ich kriege nicht genug von diesem Intro
Fast das ganze Rapgame besteht aus Nullen wie mein PIN-Code
Ich bin so wie ich bin, ich hab’ mich nie verstellt
Wegen Majors, so wie jeder für Weiber und all das viele Geld
Deutschraps Phänomen, Mann, ich nehm’ euch jetzt den Ghettofame
Bin bereit zu teil’n, Nummer 2, ihr könnt schon ma’ gleich da in Deckung geh’n
Frag nach mir, wenn du Beef willst oder was hast
Bilal Khodr iben khaled Abu Ahmad
Dieses Intro ist so single-reif
Weil nicht nur meine Stimme reißt, sondern weil mein Erfolg einer Klinge gleicht
Wegrasiert! Diese Szene wurde degradiert
Dachtest, das war alles, doch schau ma’, was hier jetzt passiert
Glaub mir, ich bring’ die Zeilen mit Wut
Schreibe das meiste mit Wut
Geh’ rein in die Booth, rapp’ meine Parts
Ich bin bereit, also rett deinen Arsch
Check meine Art, rappe die Lieder mit Herz
MC Bilal war niemals Kommerz
Doch wenn ich es werd’, dann hab’ ich’s verdient
Legendär, so wie „Bon appétit“
Alles, alles, alles zu seiner Zeit!
Selbst deine besten Freunde verbreiten Neid
Ich bin kein Gangster oder wie der Rest der Rapszene
Nur weil ich Respekt gebe, muss ich nicht perfekt leben
Ich bin ein ganz Normaler, der für eine Meinung steht
Und nicht an alles glaubt, was in der Zeitung steht
Muss nicht für irgendwas verbiegen
Oder über Drogen rappen, um bei den Kids danach int’ressant zu wirken
Ich muss nicht wie die andern sein, um auf hart zu tun
Selbst, wenn ich über Schule rappe, wirk’ ich dabei krass und cool
Ich schreibe über tausend Bars in so ’ner Woche
Und häng’ nicht meine Großfamilie an die große Glocke
Ich will nur Mucke machen, vielleicht bin ich anders, Bruder
Möcht’ nicht über das Geld rein, wenn andere woanders hungern
Meine erste Platte und jeder weiß Bescheid …
Alles zu seiner Zeit!

[Outro]
„Man sagt: ,Gott liebt die Geduldigen.‘, und du warst geduldig. Ja, Bilal, du warst geduldig!“

MC Bilal – Ausflug (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)

[Part 1]
Samstag morgens, Mama weckte mich auf
Ab zum Flohmarkt, für was andres reicht die Patte nicht aus
Mama schmierte Marmelade in arabisches Brot
Im Herzen sind wir reich, doch finanziell waren wir broke
Mit Mama war ich so froh
In so ‘ner Lage hätten viele Eltern ihren Kids gar nix geholt
Keine Bonzen, wir hab’n nie die großen Scheine gehabt
Selbst an der Haltestelle hab’n wir ständig beide gelacht
Unter ihren Füßen liegt das Paradies
Selbst in der Bahn Richtung Flohmarkt war’s für mich wie ‘ne Fahrt in die Galaxie
Endstation: Flohmarkt, Willy Brandt
Für mich war’s ein Ausflug und Mama nahm mich an die Hand
Unter andrem musste Mama alles runterhandeln
Dort trafen wir auf Freunde und Verwandte
Meine erste Eminem-CD hab’ ich von ihr als Geschenk bekomm’n
Danke Mama, wegen dir bin ich zu Rap gekomm’n

[Hook]
Mama, du hast mir gegeben, was mir niemand gab
Ich erinner’ mich noch an diesen Tag
Denn damals hab’n wir nicht so viel gehabt
Doch die Liebe zu dein’n Kindern, sie war immer da

Papa, du hast mir gegeben, was mir niemand gab
Ich erinner mich noch an diesen Tag
Denn damals hab’n wir nicht so viel gehabt
Doch die Liebe zu dein’n Kindern, sie war immer da

[Part 2]
Papa trug nie Markenware oder Echtleder
Er nahm mich mit auf seinem Fahrradgepäckträger
Und jede Fahrt war wie ‘ne Reise in die Freiheit
So schön, jeder Augenblick ein Highlight
Ein altes Fahrrad, so viele hab’n und ausgelacht
Doch Papa fuhr weiter, ihm hat es nix ausgemacht
Ihm war es wichtig, mit seinem Sohn was zu unternehm’n
Mit andren Worten: Er wollt mich immer glücklich seh’n
Denn sein Herz ist groß
Trotz Bandscheibe fuhr er für mich all die Berge hoch
Wir fuhren weiter ohne Navigation, nach seiner Operation
Nahm er die Schmerzen in Kauf für seinen Sohn
Wir hielten an und machte Picknick in der Natur
Papa war ‘n Superheld für mich, eine Actionfigur
Vater, ich bedanke mich, denn wegen dir weiß ich
Dass die Liebe des Kindes mit Geld nicht bezahlbar ist

[Hook]
Mama, du hast mir gegeben, was mir niemand gab
Ich erinner mich noch an diesen Tag
Denn damals hab’n wir nicht so viel gehabt
Doch die Liebe zu dein’n Kindern, sie war immer da

Papa, du hast mir gegeben, was mir niemand gab
Ich erinner mich noch an diesen Tag
Denn damals hab’n wir nicht so viel gehabt
Doch die Liebe zu dein’n Kindern, sie war immer da

[Arabischer Teil]

MC Bilal – Nummer Eins (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)

Lass dich nicht unterkriegen, niemals dir den Mund verbieten
Um zu wissen, wie sich’s oben anfühlt, musst du unten liegen
Sei niemals unzufrieden, Mama
Für dich würd ich sterben, ich schwöre, ich werde alles geben, um zu siegen
Ich geh mein’n Weg, so wie Salahadin
Doch vergiss nie, Jahwe, Gott oder Allah zu dien’n
Selbst wenn du fällst und die ganze Welt dich auslacht
Zeig, dass es dir nichts ausmacht, glaub an dich und kämpf, wenn du ein’n Traum hast
Ich lauf ins Studio wie Muhammad Ali in den Ring
Und mess mich mit den Kings, anders käm es mir nie in den Sinn
Jetzt bin ich mittendrin, im Studio, wo die Größten war’n
It was all a dream, und mein Traum wurde wirklich wahr
Ich bin nicht größenwahnsinnig, nur weil ich ehrlich bin
Vom Kinderzimmer in die Hauptstadt, so wie im Märchenfilm
Mama hat gesagt, dass ich stark wäre
Und trotzdem ein Star wäre, selbst wenn ich kein Star werde

Selbst, wenn du denkst, dass du trotz Arbeit unten bleibst
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Und wenn du denkst, dass dich der Hass und der Kummer reißt
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Du musst an dich glauben, damit du was erreichst
Nur mit Ehrgeiz und mehr Fleiß kommst du sehr weit
Und wer weiß, vielleicht wird es nie passier’n
Denn noch stehen deine Eltern immer hinter dir

Ich kämpfe für mein Ziel und erfüll mir meinen Traum
Ich lag für neun Monate im Bauch der wunderschönsten Frau
Für Papa bleibe ich ein Star, ein Goldrapper
Auch ohne hunderttausend Platten in den Charts
Ich erreiche mit den Parts eine breite Masse
Auch, wenn mich paar Neider hassen, ich werd einfach weiter machen
"Du wirst es einmal schaffen" sagte meine Mutter mal
Zu diesem Zeitpunkt hatt ich nichtmal hundet Follower
Doch vielleicht wird es schlimmer, denn nichts bleibt für immer
Denn dann geh ich wieder zu Mama und schreib Hits im Kinderzimmer
Ich könnte heute die Charts stürm’n
Doch hätte kein Problem, am nächsten Tag im Einzelhandel ein Regal zu füll’n
Ich bin für nichts zu stolz, solang ich mich nicht verbiege
Solang ich mein Gesicht nicht verliere bei meiner Familie
Doch Mama hat gesagt, dass ich stark wäre
Und trotzdem ein Star wäre, selbst wenn ich kein Star werde

Selbst, wenn du denkst, dass du trotz Arbeit unten bleibst
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Und wenn du denkst, dass dich der Hass und der Kummer reißt
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Du musst an dich glauben, damit du was erreichst
Nur mit Ehrgeiz und mehr Fleiß kommst du sehr weit
Und wer weiß, vielleicht wird es nie passier’n
Denn noch stehen deine Eltern immer hinter dir

Selbst wenn ich viel verkaufe, muss ich nicht bei Rap bleiben
Vielleicht gründ ich ‘ne Familie und werd wegreisen
Alles wegschmeißen, ich kann mich selbst entscheiden
Vielleicht muss ich putzen in meinen schwersten Zeiten
Vielleicht werd ich reich und spende jeden Cent
Vielleicht werd ich so arm, dass ich dann draußen im Regen penn
Doch Mama hat gesagt, dass ich stark wäre
Und trotzdem ein Star wäre, selbst wenn ich kein Star werde

Selbst, wenn du denkst, dass du trotz Arbeit unten bleibst
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Und wenn du denkst, dass dich der Hass und der Kummer reißt
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Du musst an dich glauben, damit du was erreichst
Nur mit Ehrgeiz und mehr Fleiß kommst du sehr weit
Und wer weiß, vielleicht wird es nie passier’n
Denn noch stehen deine Eltern immer hinter dir

MC Bilal – Auge (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)

[Part 1]
So viele Schlangen im Game hab’ ich schon lang nicht geseh’n
Jeder lästert hinterm Rücken – andres System
Du machst auf Bro, wenn ich vorbeifahr’ in dem Benz
Doch hinterm Rücken wünschst du mir die Insolvenz
Ich wollt’ nur Mucke machen, doch Leute machen a’yn
Sagen, Rap ist a’yb, schwätzen rum die ganze Zeit
Ich bin aufgewachsen an einem Ort, wo dir keiner was schenkt
Wo man trotz Fans man so tut als wenn man dich nicht kennt
Alles Pussies, alles Neider
Alles Hunde, wenn ich vorbeifahr’
Seh’ ich die hasserfüllten Blicke
Doch ich spitte und rapp’ nicht, wie ich andre Mütter …
Ich bin das Gegenteil von Eazy-E oder Mobb Deep
Ein Fan wird zum Hund, wenn er ein’n Korb kriegt
Alles nur Heuchelei – neue Freunde? Nein
Denn fünfhunderttausend Fans ändern nicht mein’n Freundeskreis

[Hook]
Doch egal, was du tust – Leute machen Auge
Wenn du was erreichst, machen Leute Auge
Steigst du in ’nen Benz, machen Leute Auge
Hast du etwas Geld, machen Leute Auge
Selbst wenn du nix tust, machen Leute Auge
Und nix erreicht hast, machen Leute Auge
Sogar wenn du Bus fährst, machen Leute Auge
Und keinen Cent besitzt, machen Leute Auge

[Part 2]
Du machst Auge, denn du siehst etwas Patte mit mir
Ich mach’ Auge und seh’ nur eine Ratte in dir
Warum gönnst du nicht? Warum willst du kein’n Erfolg seh’n?
Ich bete, dass fast jeder deutsche Rapper Gold geht
Von mir aus soll jeder in Gold baden
Keiner nimmt dem andern etwas weg – aus ’nem Benz wird kein Volkswagen
Euer Gift in euren Adern ist wie ǧahannam
Ihr seid unrein, das Gegenteil von mai (?) Zamzam
Wenn du ehrlich bist, werden die Hater viel
Aus paar Handyvideos wurde ein Majordeal
Plötzlich rufen dich die Leute, kritisieren dich
Und sagen, dass es an dir so viele Fehler gibt
Und würd’ ich damals auf solche Blender hören
Müsst’ ich heute immer noch Getränke auffüllen
Alles nur Heuchelei – neue Freunde? Nein
Denn fünfhunderttausend Fans ändern nicht mein’n Freundeskreis

[Hook]
Doch egal, was du tust – Leute machen Auge
Wenn du was erreichst, machen Leute Auge
Steigst du in ’nen Benz, machen Leute Auge
Hast du etwas Geld, machen Leute Auge
Selbst wenn du nix tust, machen Leute Auge
Und nix erreicht hast, machen Leute Auge
Sogar wenn du Bus fährst, machen Leute Auge
Und keinen Cent besitzt, machen Leute Auge

[Outro]
Leute machen Auge
Leute machen Auge

MC Bilal – Teufel (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)

[Part 1: Bilal & Teufel]
Jetzt bin ich hier, frag’ dich: „Wie geht’s weiter?“
Mich versteht keiner, also red einfach!
Ich will an die Spitze des Eisbergs
Mit Aussichten weiter als Prada und Nike-Air
Ich wusste, dass du kommen wirst
Du musst dich konzentrier’n – kompliziert – und der Ruhm kommt zu dir
Sag mir, wie bekomm’ ich diesen Ruhm?
Ich würd’ alles dafür tun – hör mir zu!
Erfolg kostet Ehre und deine Religion
Mit Gottesangst knackst du keine Million
Ja, aber … – nichts aber!
Entweder hörst du mir jetzt zu (was?)
Oder du kriegst nie mehr den Ruhm, den du suchst!
Wenn ich grade überlege
Liegst du nicht im Unrecht – selbst die Weltstars sind unecht
Und jetzt fühl’ ich mich wie ein Hund, echt!
Wenn ich seh’, was ein Prominenter umsetzt
Hah, diese Leute lachen mich nur aus
Mit einem Monatslohn haben sie ein Haus gebaut
Ich brauch’ das auch, ich möchte wie sie sein
Kaviar und Frau’n an meiner Seite wie Magier
Ich liebe deinen Hass! Ich lieb’ es, wie du reizt!
Denkst du weiter und dann wirst du wissen, was ich mein’
Denk ma’ nach, keiner dieser Rapper pusht dich!
Alles kleine Egoisten! Komm, zieh den Schlussstrich!
Was soll ich tun? Sag, wie soll ich vorgeh’n?
Mach, was ich dir sag’, oder sie werden dir dein Brot nehm’n!
Sie woll’n dich tot seh’n! Ich will sie holen, Mann!
Geld regiert die Welt, also müssen wir an Kohle ran
Und wenn wir Geld haben, kaufen wir die Leute ab
Was ist mit den Freunden, die ich ohne Geld bis heute hab’?
Vergiss die Heuchler! Oder willst du Bus fahr’n?
Nein, ich will Mustang
Ich will, dass jeder mich beneidet, zu lange haben sie mich ausgelacht
Sowas macht mich stärker – ja, vielleicht braucht’ ich das
Du hast geseh’n, Freundlichkeit bringt nicht weiter!
Mit Respektzeigen würde ich scheitern
Denn wenn ich nicht grüße, möchten sie sprechen
Doch sage ich „Salām!“, suchen sie die Schwächen
Genug jetzt aufgeregt, schmiede einen Plan
In dem du and’re schadest und das mit viel ḥarām
Ich hab’s noch nie gemacht, ich bin sowas nicht gewohnt
Ich war ein guter Mensch, der den Menschen liebe bot
Was bringt dir Liebe, he? Sag mir, was bringt dir das?
Wenn keiner mit dir lacht? Ich weiß nicht, ob ich es richtig mach’
Jetzt denk ma’ nach: Du musst an Geld ran!
Doch was ist mit mein’n Eltern? Vergiss sie, fang jetzt an!
Meine Mutter würde wein’n, wenn sie mich so sieht
Ach, glaubst du ernsthaft, dass sie dich so sehr liebt?
Du musst an dich denken, nie mehr an and’re!
Wie meinst du? Wo ist deine Ex jetzt, die Schlampe?
Du hast sie geliebt, doch sie hat dich verarscht
Jetzt sie weg mit einem andern – ich hab’
Die Schnauze voll, doch du zählst die Fakten auf
Und liegt dir irgendwas am Herzen, dann lass es raus!
Alles, was du brauchst, ist eine Waffe, die geladen ist
Wie die Eier der Männer auf dem Straßenstrich
Sag mir nicht, es gibt keinen andern Plan
Doch – aber so fang’n wir schon langsam an
Ich hab’ die Waffe – sag, wie geht es jetzt weiter?
Such dir ein Geschäft, das dich reich macht
Ich kenne eins! Na gut, mach dich auf den Weg!
Ich kann das Geld riechen! Dich wird die Welt lieben!
Nur noch paar Schritte – gleich wird es schon passier’n
Mach ihm Angst und halt die Waffe an seine Stirn
Sehr gut! Sag ihm, was du haben willst
Und wenn er es nicht tut, dass du ihn ohne Gnade killst!
Warum sagst du nicht? Sag ihm jetzt, was Sache ist!
Red ma’ Tacheles und dass du seine Kasse willst!
Was ist los mit dir? Du darfst nicht mehr zögern
Oder willst du deine Zukunft nicht verschönern?
Wär’ blöd, Mann, wenn du es nicht fortsetzt
Rrrh, denn nur so machst du sofort Cash
Du regst mich auf! Wozu dieser ganze Plan?
Wenn ich du wäre, hätt’ ich ihn schon abgeknallt!
Wir haben angefang’n, du musst es jetzt beenden
Ich seh’ das Geld in deinen Händen – komm schon!

[Part 2: Bilal & Teufel]
Ich hab’ gedacht, du willst mir helfen
Mir zwar Geld geben, aber nicht die Welt nehm’n
Den Erfolg kannst du mir wegnehm’n
Glaub’ an Allah, bin erfolglos und würde im Dreck leben
Statt mit dir zu sein! Sag! Was redest du?
Denn wenn ich überlege, geht es mir im Leben gut
Ich bin gesund und meine Mutter, sie ist stolz auf mich
Das reicht mir! Und zwischen uns gibt es kein Wir
Du hast die andern zwar im Griff, aber nicht mich
Und darauf schwör’ ich bei Allah! Das ist nicht richtig!
Ach, du bringst nix – außer Niederlagen
Du hast recht – die Waffe sollt’ ich lieber laden!
Was willst du damit sagen? Ich verfluche dich!
Ich brauche dein ḥarām nicht, also besuch mich nicht!
Besuch mich nie wieder!
Hiermit schwör’ ich, dass wenn ich abdrücke, fall’ ich auf die Knie nieder
Was ist mit dir, Bilal? Was mit mir ist?
Mir geht es schlecht, seitdem du mit mir bist!
Wirklich! Mit dir würd’ ich scheitern
Deswegen sag’: „Allah, yin al Sheytan!“