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  • T.I., Rick Ross, Tyrese & More Outpouring Of Support For DMX Amid OD

    Members of the music fraternity are sending prayers up for rapper DMX, who is reportedly in the hospital after suffering from a drug overdose.

    Reports are that the incident took place at his home and reportedly triggered a heart attack. Sources told TMZ that he was taken to hospital and is in the intensive care unit in critical condition. DMX reported have “some brain activity,” but other sources claim he is in a “vegetative state,” and doctors are concerned about how grave his prognosis is.

    Since news broke of his condition, other rappers and music industry players have all come out to show their support and are hoping, despite the grave condition he seems to be in, that he will pull through.

    Some persons who have commented on his condition include Tyrese, who posted a short clip of DMX doing an interview with Dr. Phil with a prayer.

    “They em make em like KING DMX anymore,” Tyrese wrote. “The lord Jesus Christ that you have shed light on… You have saved so many souls by putting the goodness of the Lord on their radar and he’s not done with you yet…Stay strong king my heart is heavy today and I will be praying a REAL PRAYER for you to pull UP and OUT of this place and rebuke the devil for ever for ever trying to take you back into this place.” He ends the post with, “Keep fighting king keep fighting….Thank you for what’s already done AMEN!”

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    Incarcerated New York rapper Casanova posted, “IT WAS A DREAM COME TRUE TO DO THIS RECORD WITH YOU PRAYERS TO DMX.”

    Hot97’s Ebro posted, “Prayers up for DMX. DMX we love you.”

    IT WAS A DREAM COME TRUE TO DO THIS RECORD WITH YOU… PRAYERS TO DMX ??https://t.co/52Xo46nRgT

    — CASANOVA (@CASANOVA_2X) April 3, 2021

    T.I. posted a pic of himself with DMX with the caption: “Shake back Big Bro. We made plans Maaan We got s**t to do!!! We laughed so hard about how far we’ve made it in life this night. I appreciate you so much for pulling up & checking on a n***a. So now I’m telling you like you told me.. This too shall pass.. We need Real 1s like you around!!#PrayersUpForDMX.”

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    In the meantime, Rick Ross posted a short video clip in honor of DMX where he said, “Prayers up for DMX the legend just put that in the sky.”

    Others have also been sharing videos and photos of X’s past performances while hoping he pulls through.

    DMX has had problems with substance abuse in the past and has even been in and out of rehab to remedy the situation. He was last in rehab in 2019. His last performance was in July 2020, during a Verzuz battle with fellow rapper Snoop Dogg had a large audience.

    Stay tuned for more details on the rapper’s condition.

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  • Rick Ross – I Still Pray Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: Rick Ross]
    Rick Ross was reportedly hospitalized early Friday morning
    Sources close to Rick Ross tell **** that he’s been hooked up to a machine that’s taking over the function of his heart and lungs
    He’s reported getting treatment in the cardiac unit, which is a strong sign that he could’ve suffered a heart attack that started as a respiratory problem early Thursday morning
    He’s hooked up to an ECMO, which is a form of life support
    This story is still developing
    M’-M’-M’
    M’-M’-M’
    Extremely painful
    That’s what I call this right here
    Oh, yo (Maybach Music)

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    Wake up out a coma, frozen in the moment
    You could have the biggest clique, but you gon’ die a loner
    Tubes down my throat, rules that I broke
    All these quotes that I wrote and never cared to vote
    What good is all the wealth, shittin’ on yourself? (M’-M’-M’)
    I’ll give you back the money just to get my health
    All the rifles on the block be fully automatic (M’-M’-M’)
    Kids dying in the projects while we living lavish
    Welfare cheese and the pigeon P’s
    I’ma skip the lobster tails, I want the chicken wings (M’-M’-M’)
    I pray it come a day when everybody eat
    Your president on Twitter while my people on the street
    Half these niggas snakes, others wanna leech
    Never cared what you make ’cause it’s in my reach
    Every day I wake up and I pray for Black Bo
    Damn, I miss my nigga, that’s what really matter most

    [Chorus: Ball Greezy]
    All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
    Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
    Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
    And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
    Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    We them niggas and they hatin’ that (M’-M’-M’)

    [Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
    Uh, they know it ain’t nobody triller, yeah
    Lonely at the top but I’m up here, yeah
    Ain’t no feeling in this world better than this one, yeah
    I might load some rounds before I let him kill me
    Can’t let my family down, man, that shit’ll kill me
    If I give you it all, what I’ma give my children?
    Like a patdown, gotta feel me
    Ain’t where I wanna be now, but I will be, yeah
    Hustle hard, get the paper, never stop
    Never quit, I’m on top, I’m on top of my shit
    I can flaunt my shit, I went hard for this shit, yeah
    Uh, you know (You know)
    You know (You know)
    That a change gon’ come (A change gon’ come)
    The finer things gon’ come (Finer things gon’ come)

    [Chorus: Ball Greezy]
    All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that (M’-M’-M’)
    Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
    Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
    And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
    Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    We them niggas and they hatin’ that

    [Verse 3: Ball Greezy]
    My closest homie got me rollin’ with one in the head
    I got the joke but disagreed on the shit that he said
    What happened to the perfect picture? (M’-M’-M’)
    That’s what you get for tryna work with niggas
    If it’s fuck the other side, then that’s what it is
    After every murder, celebrating off in LIV
    How you jealous of a nigga’s swag?
    When every bird I got fronted, I broke it in half? (M’-M’-M’)
    Every Sunday on my phone, watching TD Jakes
    Readin’ scriptures to my soul helped me see the snakes
    Drop the top on the foreign when the feds out
    Acting like FCI ain’t givin’ bids out
    Just to think about my youngin, it just give me chills
    Niggas jeopardize they weed just to drop a grill
    Glorifyin’ snitch niggas who be cuttin’ deals
    Let ’em go against the code for a dollar bill (M’-M’-M’)

    [Chorus: Ball Greezy]
    All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
    Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
    Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
    And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
    Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
    We them niggas and they hatin’ that

    [Outro]
    Maybach Music
    Port of Miami 2
    Yes, we are
    Yes, we are, oh
    Oh-woah
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no


  • Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
    I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
    [Chorus]
    I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
    Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
    Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
    [Verse]
    You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
    I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
    Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
    Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
    Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
    Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
    Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
    Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
    Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
    [Chorus]
    Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
    Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
    [Verse]
    I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
    I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
    Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
    Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
    Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
    Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
    I wanna floss like Mike Jones
    Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
    Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
    [Outro]
    Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
    Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh


  • CupcakKe – Squidward Nose Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    His dick smaller than my toes
    Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
    His dick smaller than my toes
    I’d rather ride Squidward nose

    [Verse 1]
    My eyelash flew off
    When I saw that dick was too soft (What the fuck?)
    Need a dick like Rick Ross
    Or Dora the Explorer get lost
    Get in my zone, I’m ass naked at home
    He knowin’ just when I’m on
    I post it up like Malone
    Get so much neck, it’s wrong
    That I should smell like cologne
    Swallow this dick, it’s gone
    He’s searching for it on Chrome

    [Chorus]
    His dick smaller than my toes
    Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
    His dick smaller than my toes
    I’d rather ride Squidward nose
    His dick smaller than my toes
    Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
    His dick smaller than my toes
    I’d rather ride Squidward nose

    [Verse 2]
    This pussy have yo’ nigga leavin’ you hurt (Uh-huh)
    Make him step out on you like phones ringin’ at church (He gone)
    At The Drake Hotel so you know we on dirt
    Call it “Views from The Six” when he lookin’ up my skirt (Uh)
    Roses are red, violets are blue
    All about the head like I’m in beauty school (Uh-huh)
    I said roses are red, might turn your balls blue
    ‘Cause if it ain’t enough spit then my snot comin’ through
    Sex occasion, nipples like raisins
    I black out on that dick but my cum is caucasian
    Told me to face it, went down like the basement
    Don’t nut in my hole, I do not want your glazin’
    Suckin’ on that dick made my lipstick slip off (Uh)
    So can I wear your cum as clear lipgloss? (Uh)
    Make you work that dick like I’m the big boss (Uh)
    Call me Serena back and forth with his balls

    [Chorus]
    His dick smaller than my toes
    Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
    His dick smaller than my toes
    I’d rather ride Squidward nose
    His dick smaller than my toes
    Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
    His dick smaller than my toes
    I’d rather ride Squidward nose

    [Verse 3]
    Wanna fuck another girl, nigga are you dumb? (Dummy)
    I’m a Gemini so that’s really a threesome (Yeah)
    Rubbin’ on your dick ’til my fingers numb
    Big pussy, it don’t come with a cherry, I got a plum (Ooh)
    Yeah, daddy, daddy, yeah I like it like that (I do)
    I’m hittin’ more positions than Ray J hat
    I’m ridin’ on your dick ’til your dick get a flat
    I’m ’bout to lay your ass down like a fuckin’ door mat (Uh-huh)
    Peanut butter jelly all in my belly-belly
    Rated R, no Kelly
    Ate his meat like a deli
    Don’t moan, you can spare me
    ‘Cause your breath kinda smelly
    Yeah, my pussy always screamin’ “it’s hot in here” like Nelly
    Throw up on that dick then I lick it up
    Poor kitty-kitty but I’m rich as fuck
    Magician with the titties, told him pick a cup
    I got that pothole pussy, yeah the dick was stuck

    [Chorus]
    His dick smaller than my toes
    Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
    His dick smaller than my toes
    I’d rather ride Squidward nose
    His dick smaller than my toes
    Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
    His dick smaller than my toes
    I’d rather ride Squidward nose


  • Kanye West – 4th Dimension lyrics

    [Intro: Louis Prima]
    Down the chimney, he will come
    With his great big smile
    And you’ll find that even the kiddies
    Are swingin’ in the latest style
    Oh, oh, oh
    What is Santa bringing?
    Oh, oh, oh
    I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

    [Verse 1: Kanye West]
    It feels so good it should cost
    Bought an alligator, I ain’t talkin’ Lacoste
    Made me say, “ooh, uh”
    Like I’m mixing Master P and Rick Ross (uh,uh)
    She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh,uh)
    She said I’m in the wrong hole, I said I’m lost (uh,uh)
    She said I’m going too fast, I’m exhausted
    Now drop to your knees for the offerin’
    This the theme song, oh something wrong
    Might need a intervention for this new dimension
    That’s too new to mention, offer it in a sentence
    If I get locked up, I won’t finish the sent-

    [Sample: Louis Prima]
    Oh, oh, oh
    What is Santa bringin’?
    Oh, oh, oh
    I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

    [Laughter]

    [Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
    Gettin’ loose while I’m on the deuce, see me roll up
    What you surfin’ the coast, and I spend it, I got
    Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey we off
    For the light that got us home, we in the moment oh oh
    Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had
    What’s the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had
    She been on me boy, unless you got something to tell
    Sittin’, waitin’ for me slippin’, yeah I’ll see you in hell
    Tell the cougar get up off me, no my soul ain’t for sale
    All the evils in the world I keep it on me for real
    I really hope the Lord won’t hurt me, we all live in sin
    Kids see ghost of the Rolls, Ric Flair on your bitch
    Now this the theme song, this the theme song
    The put the beams on, get your, get your dream on
    But you don’t hear me though, drama: we let it go
    Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

    [Sample: Louis Prima]
    Oh, oh, oh
    What is Santa bringin’?
    Oh, oh, oh
    I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

    [Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]
    Just do that and then let the music do something, then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
    I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—


  • SOB X RBE – Carpoolin’

    [Intro]
    Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

    [Verse 1: DaBoii]
    Bitch!
    Get off on who you mad at
    Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
    Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
    Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
    Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
    Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
    He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
    Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
    Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
    Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
    8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
    Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
    Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
    Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
    John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
    Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
    If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
    Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
    Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
    Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
    B-b-b-bitch
    Yeah, and we is not playin’
    You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
    Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
    Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
    House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
    All the eyes on us, but we not cable
    Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
    Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

    [Verse 2: Slimmy B]
    B-b-b-bitch
    Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
    All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
    All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
    High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
    I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
    Nobody else, then I know God got me
    Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
    And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
    I’ll set it off in this bitch
    Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
    Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
    Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
    Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
    Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
    This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
    Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
    LV and Gucci had to mismatch
    And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
    Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
    Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
    Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
    Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
    All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
    But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
    [?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
    When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
    Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
    And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
    Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
    Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
    Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
    And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

    [Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
    First off, suck a nigga dick
    Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
    Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
    If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
    Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
    Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
    Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
    Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
    I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
    I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
    You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
    Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
    If not, I don’t give a fuck
    I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
    Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
    Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
    Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
    You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
    You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
    Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
    I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
    I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
    I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
    Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
    All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
    Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
    I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
    Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
    And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
    Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
    And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

    [Outro]
    RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch


  • Young Scooter – Jugg King

    Hey Tawn, turn that beat down
    YoLil Daddy in this bitch here
    Ya dig
    You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
    You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
    You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
    My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
    I do what I want, you do what you can
    I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
    I do what I want, you do what you can
    I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
    I’m a real nigga
    Lick hitter, bitch getter
    Quick flipper
    Pot whipper, dope dealer
    Fly nigga
    If I pop I’ma ride nigga
    Goyard, a hundred racks inside nigga
    You a fuck nigga
    I could get you touched nigga
    I be in your hood
    So I know what’s up with you
    You a worker nigga
    Hang around plugs nigga, you the dope man
    You ain’t got no drugs nigga
    I’m a boss nigga, I’m bossed out like Rick Ross nigga
    Five-fifty bands, you know what that cost nigga
    My shit paid for
    You paid a note, you ridin’ a rental, I got Freebandz
    You know Future that’s my nigga, Scooter!
    You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
    You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
    You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
    My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
    I do what I want, you do what you can
    I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
    I do what I want, you do what you can
    I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
    Real dope boy
    Nigga you a ho boy, you move a brick a month
    That means your trap too slow boy, every day I stunt
    I put on a show boy, you ain’t got no money
    Nigga you a broke boy
    I do what I want, I got real cash
    They call me the Jugg King ’cause I got real swag
    I ain’t talking clothes
    Bitch I got them bags
    You know this a pound house and we don’t sell halves
    I’m a boss nigga
    Yeah I took a loss nigga
    If you in the streets
    Watch out for the cross nigga
    I don’t trust niggas
    ‘Cause I can’t take no loss nigga, I got Freebandz
    Yeah Casino that’s my nigga, Scooter!
    You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
    You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
    You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
    My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
    I do what I want, you do what you can
    I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
    I do what I want, you do what you can
    I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
    Hey Tawn, turn that beat down?


  • Miguel Releases His New Album “War & Leisure” [Listen]

    Miguel released his new album War & Leisure last night around midnight and you can now get it on iTunes/Apple Music.

    The project is the follow-up to his 2015 LP Wildheart, which was well received. War & Leisure features 12 tracks with guest appearances from J. Cole, Kali Uchis, Quin, Rick Ross, and Travis Scott. Rozay is featured on the new single “Criminal,” while J. Cole is on the previously released single “Come Through and Chill.” Scott is also on a previously released single “Sky Walker.”

    Miguel is featured in the new issue of Paper magazine where he spoke about the album saying it reflects whats been happening in his personal life. “I want to be an artist whose personal life is really reflected in their music,” the R&B singer said. “If I didn’t include some of the things that are happening in the ethos and the things that I’m seeing and paying attention to and that I care about, if I didn’t include those topics in my music, I think it wouldn’t be a real, honest representation.”

    Listen to Miguel new album War & Leisure below.


  • Rick Ross Showed Up At Meek Mill Rally In Philly


    Rick Ross showed up at Meek Mill rally in Philadelphia on Monday to show his support.

    The MMG boss has been weighing in on the controversial sentencing since last week and now he shared some more words with the fans in person at a massive rally in front of the Philadelphia’s Criminal Justice Center. Thousands of fans converged in front of the building on Monday night with plaque cards shouting “free Meek Mill.” Rick Ross got on the microphone to share his feelings about Meek’s case and the overall state of the criminal justice system.

    “Philadelphia whats up its the boss Ricky Rozay,” Ross said before taking out his phone to read a statement he prepared during his flight to Philly. “I’m here to support my brother Meek Mill. I want y’all to understand that if it take Meek Mill to draw this attention, we gonna use Meek Mill to draw this attention that is gonna speak for so many others. I put together a few words during my flight because this is my first time doing this.”

    Rick Ross had a massive crowd around him as he spoke in length about what has been a problem in America for decades with the mass incarceration of young black men. A couple other celebrities also showed up to the rally including some Philadelphia Eagles players like Wendell Smallwood, Torrey Smith, and Jalen Mills.

    Rick Ross in Philly protesting the sentencing of Meek Mill pic.twitter.com/v7EW7oAsVw

    — DJ Akademiks (@IamAkademiks) November 13, 2017


  • Boss – Lil Pump lyrics

    Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
    Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
    Walk in the trap like a boss
    Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
    Walk in the trap like a boss
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

    Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
    f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
    Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
    Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
    Damn, I just broke my wrist
    100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
    Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
    Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
    Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
    Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
    Lil Pump, bands on top
    Gave my mom 2 Glocks
    Versuri-lyrics.info
    Damn, everybody do wanna be me
    Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
    Damn, everybody do wanna be me
    Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
    b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
    Lil Pump lyrics
    Video Lil Pump


  • Amine – Redmercedes

    [Pre-Chorus]
    With my niggas in my red Mercedes
    Attitude like fuck you, pay me
    Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
    If the ladies show up, then we show out
    With my girl in my red Mercedes
    Attitude like fuck me, baby
    Leather seats so she wetter than a pool now
    When that thing go up then she go down

    [Chorus]
    This shit so clean, I put that on my life
    Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
    This shit so clean, I put that on my life
    Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

    [Verse 1]
    Wood grain Nada, yes I’m the Baba
    Don’t rock Prada, what’s a stylist
    I’d rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
    Banana club popping, yep I’m super biased (true)
    Tint so black, look like my complexion
    Neo I’m the one like I had direction
    Rims look like they were shipped from heaven
    Trunk so big it could fit my reverend (yeah!)
    And that nigga’s pretty big
    Engine so fast, every block is a trip
    Baby girl wished that I copped the two seater
    But I had to get five ’cause my niggas want to ride

    [Pre-Chorus]
    With my niggas in my red Mercedes
    Attitude like fuck you, pay me
    Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
    If the ladies show up, then we show out
    With my girl in my red Mercedes
    Attitude like fuck me, baby
    Leather seat so she wetter than a pool now
    When that thing go up then she go down

    [Chorus]
    This shit so clean, I put that on my life
    Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
    This shit so clean, I put that on my life
    Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

    [Verse 2]
    Looking out my rearview, all I see is haters (hatin’)
    This is just a preview, I’ll use my gas for later (maybe!)
    Black ice, black seats, yeah I’m bumping Blackstar
    Rednecks tell me that I got a nice car
    Gotta make sure that I keep my baby clean
    This game keep me hungry like I’m Katniss Everdeen
    Just got the whip washed
    Shining like it’s pish-posh
    Engine sound like it needs an ad-lib from Rick Ross
    No I ain’t M.M.G
    But my next purchase might be an M3 (sheesh)
    Sicker than most, look at the folk
    Trippin for dollars so holler for gold
    Picking apart my problems
    Like when Peter Piper picked his nose
    Whip looked like it got dipped in a cherry coat
    Mercedes’ same color as the hair on a Lil Boat (Lil Boat)

    [Chorus]
    This shit so clean, I put that on my life
    Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
    This shit so clean, I put that on my life
    Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type


  • Rick Ross – Trap Trap Trap (feat. Young Thug & Wale)

    [Intro: Rick Ross]
    Beep
    Beep
    I’m sittin’ at the red light
    My ankle monitor beepin’
    Hadn’t been charged
    I think I see the beeper
    Bounce

    [Chorus: Rick Ross]
    I took my roof off at the red light
    I took my roof off at the red light
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
    Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    First one on the block, woah
    I need mine off the top, uh
    Over town, he got shot
    Muddy died in [?]
    Couldn’t save one Hummer
    Hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
    See the look on my face (woo!)
    Like [?]
    Niggas hate on my sound
    ‘Til I went the [?]
    Then I earnt the Lombardi
    Ain’t no fuckboys allowed
    Only fuck if she exclusive
    Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
    To tell the truth I didn’t ask
    When it come to bitches I’m Gucci
    I’m the wrong one to rob
    In the jungle I’m Nas
    In the label I’m Russ
    In the trap I’m Rick Ross
    Double M, Goldman Sachs
    Just like Omar and Khloe
    You can’t dial for the packs
    I sent you right back loaded

    [Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
    I took my roof off at the red light
    I took my roof off at the red light
    I took my roof off at the red light
    Roof off at the red light
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
    Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
    Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
    Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
    Man I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
    Nigga watch your babies in the trap
    Nigga cook a whole base in the trap
    Young nigga slave in the trap
    Nigga run base, base in the trap
    I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
    Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
    Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
    I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
    Stand at the store ’til you’re woozy, woozy
    Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
    Movie, movie, movie
    Bitch I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
    So many different meds on me
    Fuck around, call the fed on me
    Boom boom boom your head, homie
    Draco got a lot of lead on it
    You dead

    [Chorus: Rick Ross]
    I took my roof off at the red light
    I took my roof off at the red light
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
    Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

    [Verse 3: Wale]
    Wale though
    I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas
    Goyard backpack nigga
    Uber crates ’til the feds pull up
    Woo woo, cataracts, nigga
    I’m the type, holla at the wife
    Her body yours, but her soul is mine
    Adios, do a hundred 20
    All she want is good dick and advice
    [?]
    [?]
    Famous here but I’m humble
    Double M the empire
    Renzel got me all day
    Kyrie, he LeBron James
    Tired niggas say Folarin [?] SportsCenter every day
    I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
    I mean I kinda do bag dimes
    I kinda never do back down
    Leave a nigga high via rap lines
    Get a beat, leave it baptized
    Mob ties, but it’s black lives
    Black lives, nigga, trap lives
    Gimme five on the black side

    [Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
    I took my roof off at the red light
    I took my roof off at the red light
    I took my roof off at the red light
    Roof off at the red light
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
    Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
    Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
    Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap


  • Summer 17 – Rick Ross lyrics

    Lyrics Rick Ross – Summer 17

    You scared to die nigga?
    Open your eyes wide.(summer 17)

    Im out on bars so I gotta beat it
    All the dope boys say they wanna be me
    I got a lick boy, I got a lick
    2017 trust me boy , this one is it
    I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
    Pool of b*tches f*cking me, I got em’ taking turns
    My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade
    May runnin’ in the bank a residential thing
    All my niggas mad they like f*ck the world
    Back to standin’ on the Ave with a couple birds
    If you a killer well I’m tryna see
    Cause calling the police is the only thing free
    I had to park that purple Lamborghini​
    And pull that chevy back on out the ..
    I’m from the city where they kill for nothin’
    And all Renzel do is push a button

    I want my niggas rich by summer 17. (x4)

    I pulled my pistol then I say my name
    I know you scared but repeat your game
    You off to hell when you see them flames
    Now pray for me cause I had did some things.
    ..
    Got on my necklaces as I’m sittin in the draw
    Im livin reckless and it never stop
    Thats why im beefin’ with a nigga that live right up the block
    A body fall I might just ..
    Your moneys gone thats why im runnin’ round
    They put my rhymes in the New York timesss.
    Rick Ross lyrics
    Video 17


  • Choices – Tracy T feat. Rick Ross lyrics

    Lyrics Tracy T – Choices

    Came through red eyes no jet lag
    Geeked off the money this a 100k cash
    Niggas they be talking but this’ what the K said
    Prrt prrt get the pigeon no J peck
    My glory, gave everything I had but what you got for me?
    Took the stairs no elevator ..
    Game did force it
    Just another nigga want the Bentley and the Porches
    Trynna travel over seas shit that ain’t work f*ck it that ain’t work
    No tour no .. I’m back on the turf
    Probation hating a nigga trynna bet theyself
    Baby mama been spiteful ‘cause I never was there
    But see they wanted to be some but I’m the one that they blame
    Know these hoes ain’t playing fast all a part of the game
    I got a M for dumb shit and not a problem with pain
    Cause in the end pain came with everything that I gained.(choices)

    Everybody got choices
    Want them Bentleys or the Porches
    Be broke I have a fortune
    Running from these voices
    (Just a product of the ..)
    So the game I enforced it
    (‘Cause the game I enforced it)
    I’m running from these voices
    Everybody got choices.

    Everybody got choices
    Even playing field could have all had Rolls Royces
    Diamonds and pearls have more oysters
    The money counting scream heard more voices
    Plain jane protects cost more than that hollow shit you niggas flex
    I tell shit what’s next
    Tell you how to dress and where the cocaine invests
    Nigga grab your vest
    Young niggas ain’t playing and they aim ain’t the best
    That’s what I call Generation X
    E-pills or the D get the whole alphabet
    Push! G63’s we put baby mothers at ease
    Drug dealer disease
    Addicted to the money like the air that I breath.

    Everybody got choices
    Want them Bentleys or the Porches
    Be broke I have a fortune
    Running from these voices
    (Just a product of the ..)
    So the game I enforced it
    (‘Cause the game I enforced it)
    I’m running from these voices
    Everybody got choices.

    10 commandments on these 36 ounces
    Real life I got 36 houses
    To the mansion in the mountains
    Couple ice Mountain Dew and them bouncers
    All black when I deal with these accountants
    Off balance then you f*ck with my allowance
    All facts get you whacked for a thousand
    The bottles all black stacks on the couches
    Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
    On the plug with in a motherf*cking ..
    You come and take me from the sideline
    Condo right next to Lady Gaga
    Branzino on a grill
    Sip surrop spending millions on the pills
    In the city no ..
    ATL my first trap was in Mechanicville.

    Everybody got choices
    Want them Bentleys or the Porches
    Be broke I have a fortune
    Running from these voices
    (Just a product of the ..)
    So the game I enforced it
    (‘Cause the game I enforced it)
    I’m running from these voices
    Everybody got choicesss.
    Tracy T lyrics
    Video Tracy


  • Eno – Xalaz (Xalaz Album)

    [Hook]
    Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
    183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
    Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash
    Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash

    [Part 1]
    Onkel verteilt miese Nacken, Xalaz
    Bei Faxen fliegen Flaschen, Xalaz
    Ihr seid Diebe von Handtaschen, Xalaz
    Öffnen Shisha Bars zum Geld waschen, Xalaz
    Rede nicht viel, lade und schieß, Xalaz
    Lebe mit Stil, Dsquared-Jeans, Xalaz
    Lege die Line, deine Freundin will zieh’n, Xalaz
    Gebe jetzt Speed, Rapper können nicht fliehen, Xalaz
    Handy vibriert Rapper fragen nach feat, Xalaz
    Doch meine Antwort ist : "Kollege Chief !", Xalaz
    Zeitverschwendung ich muss Patte verdien’, Xalaz
    Ich bleib in Deckung, wenn wir kommen und dich kriegn’, Xalaz
    Links, Rechts Kombo wie Kimbo, Xalaz
    Million auf Konto wie Rick Ross, Xalaz
    Sie küss’n meine Hand, nennen mich "Big Boss", Xalaz
    Hol’ deine Freundin, sie gibt big cock, Xalaz

    [Hook]
    Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
    183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
    Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash

    [Part 2]
    War 5 Jahre schwarz, heute Student, Xalaz
    Mach Platz, sieh’ zu wie ich deine Crew bang, Xalaz
    Wiesbaden, hier hilft kein Cousin, Xalaz
    Setze Meilensteine, Wu-Tang, Xalaz
    Eure Chicks’n wollen schmusen, Xalaz
    Du bist unterwegs am chusen, Xalaz
    Im Q7-S line cruisen, Xalaz
    Kinder wollen Blog zum schufen, Xalaz
    Schuff, schuff nach Amca, Xalaz
    Kush, Kush, baller Ganja, Xalaz
    Puff, puff du bist Stammgast, Xalaz
    Druff, Druff ich bin anders, Xalaz
    Anders, so wie Tupac, Xalaz
    Alle mann schreien: "Eno zu krass", Xalaz
    Anders, so wie B.I.G., egal wo immer VIP

    [Bridge]
    Abstand, red’ nicht du Sippii
    Kalash, lade und geb’ ihn
    WBL City, dein Kontakt ich ripp’ ihn
    Für Feinde hier gibt es Tritte auf Rippen
    Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz

    [Hook]
    Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
    183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
    Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash
    Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
    183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
    Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash


  • Tech N9ne – I Get It Now (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

    [Intro]
    Industry does not, feel you
    I’m sick of this shit
    Blind bitches wish
    N9ne’s wickedness away

    [Verse 1]
    Motherfuckin’ killer B
    There’s about to become a distillery
    The majority don’t really feel a G
    With the paint and a dark soliloquy
    Music, they said killed the fee
    Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free
    So I’m gonna have to keep it real with me
    Fuck them straight with agility
    They callin’ me crazy
    Don’t wanna play me
    So I make the music that will target their babies
    And open ’em up to wicked shit
    They wanna know how hip is this
    This never been no hipster shit
    So the fakers see me and dis the ‘fit
    I ain’t cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest
    So I went the route of a killer clown comin’ to pillage a village
    Steady tryin’ to get ’em all to feel it
    But I learned you can’t please everybody
    When my mother was livin’ they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"
    I don’t give a flyin’, dyin’
    Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin’
    When tryin’ to diss Tech N9ne
    And when they all shall buy us
    I don’t fit the part for main stream cause I’m rougher
    Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker
    I realize I’m not inviting

    [Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
    You ain’t with it
    Sit it down
    I’m a vicious
    Wicked clown
    And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
    Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
    Yup, I get it now
    Get it, me and you, we are not the same
    We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
    I get it now
    I guess I got the wrong pants on
    And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
    I get it now

    [Interlude]
    Y’all can’t tell I’m fuckin’ myself up more and more on purpose?
    I love scarin’ the hell out of y’all, haha

    [Verse 2]
    Stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
    Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin’ lotion in the basket
    How is he livin’ lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
    They don’t get it when I gas it
    They laugh at it, mad it ain’t ratchet
    They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake
    That’s what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
    I get it that I’m wicked
    When I spit it they be comin’ to get ’em a ticket
    Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
    When I’m bustin’, they open up to somethin’ different and dig it
    I get it, I never looked like the average black dude
    Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos
    Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through
    Speakin’ about reaching them hardened hat screws
    Jack move
    Yes I’ve become a big boss
    But I’ll never be cool as Rick Ross
    That’s okay, N9ne’s been rhyming
    And now he’s shining
    Perfect timing

    [Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
    You ain’t with it
    Sit it down
    I’m a vicious
    Wicked clown
    And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
    Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
    Yup, I get it now
    Get it, me and you, we are not the same
    We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
    I get it now
    I guess I got the wrong pants on
    And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
    I get it now

    [Outro: Tech N9ne & Woman Speaking in Reverse]
    So what I’ve come to realize is I will never fit in
    So it’s my duty to make sure that I stand the fuck out
    Meht etinu lliw eh esuac’ ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s’taht ,meht ekil gnihton s’eH
    If this thing does not kill you
    Grind back to back tracks
    Find racks on racks
    N9ne’s stacking that all day


  • Lil Bibby – Squad (feat. 21 Savage)

    [Intro: Lil Bibby]
    I.Trez on the track
    What they say they say?
    They say you ain’t goin’ hard like you used to
    Man what’s goin’ on?
    They say they want that mothafuckin’ 2013 feel, man
    What’s goin’ on, man?
    They say you ain’t goin’ hard, Bib

    [Hook: Lil Bibby]
    I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
    All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    ‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
    Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
    All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    ‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
    I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

    [Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
    I say I don’t rock with niggas, ’cause they’re fake and they’re fraud
    All my youngins pull his card, and they down to catch a charge
    See you talk it, but I live it, yeah all my niggas with it
    When it come to the money, I’m a savage, I go get it
    I just be countin’ them faces, I just be flyin’ to places
    Used to record in the basement, young Hov in the makin’
    Bibby Ross, I’m the boss, buy it all, fuck the cost
    Every king take a loss, goin’ hard, never soft

    [Hook: Lil Bibby]
    I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
    All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    ‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
    Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
    All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    ‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
    I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

    [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
    Niggas actin’ like hoes
    My watch VVS’, nigga and my teeth gold (bling)
    I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw
    Bitch I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw (21, 21)
    You put a ring on that bitch and she a freak ho
    I got three trap spots and I got four bowls
    I got five AKs and I got six Uzis
    I got seven bitches gettin’ ate in the jacuzzi (21, 21)
    Young Savage and I taste like candy, wanna chew it?
    Bitch I get that check, and you know a nigga blew it (21, 21)
    Pull up on your street like Doe and cut the lights off (bitch)
    VVS diamonds shinin’ when them lights off
    Make you take your ice off (21)
    She got a fat ass, and her nigga soft
    Bitch I rep that double M like Rick Ross
    My bitch bad, she say I’m poppin’ like her lip gloss
    Got a big dick, finna fuck her lips up

    [Hook: Lil Bibby]
    I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
    All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    ‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
    Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
    All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
    ‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
    I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds


  • Mr. Mauricio – Paper Plates (feat. Rick Ross, Yo Gotti & Troy Ave)

    [Intro: Rick Ross]
    Ricky Rozay aka Pharaoh Dinero
    Mauricio, I got this, nigga, sit back

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    A.I. on the crossover
    Name a nigga floss more
    The crib worth 30
    The record label burnin’
    Hottest team on the turf
    Fat Trel, put in work
    Trill nigga still on the rise
    Throwback, black car, can I
    Got these sticks back in ’96
    Cocaine cowboy, howdy howdy, bitch
    Trappin’ so long ’til it’s in the pores
    Made a hundred racks before you hit the chorus
    Maybach, 5 lives in the Taurus
    Niggas froze up when they saw us
    We the ones started out the poets
    Poor student, natural born poet

    [Hook: Troy Ave]
    Blue SL, got the centerfold
    Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
    New model Benz, new model bitch
    We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
    Who got it? We got it
    Who done it? We did it
    One hunnid, we livin’
    Get money, do business
    Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
    I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

    [Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
    The chopper make a nigga Milly Rock
    I’m tryna buy the whole city block
    I got fed allegations, nigga
    And you a mothafuckin’ city cop
    Mauricio! Let the beat drop
    I’ma Smurda bands to the Lamborghini lot
    SKRRRRT! Closed lips, we don’t talk a lot
    Nigga used to whip it out the coffee pot
    Can’t remove black youngster
    This money turned a nigga to a monster, I am
    I got the game from my mama
    Hundred round, nigga I’m the drummer
    Battle of the bands
    I’ll never take the stands
    Told you niggas I’m a general
    Got the soldiers on command

    [Hook: Troy Ave]
    Blue SL, got the centerfold
    Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
    New model Benz, new model bitch
    We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
    Who got it? We got it
    Who done it? We did it
    One hunnid, we livin’
    Get money, do business
    Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
    I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

    [Verse 3: Troy Ave]
    Dope boy Troy, you ain’t nothin’ like me
    I buy a pack of white tees and pack some white keys (coke!)
    One when it’s hot, one in the pot, sizzle
    You can find either one in the drop, riddle
    I just bought a Benz with the price of Lamb’
    But show the new ‘Rari, I was like, "Damn!"
    I could fuck up the hood, they won’t understand
    Backdoor, the feds might come for a nigga, man
    I’ma do it, fuck it, I’ma do it
    I just had a half a million and I ran through it
    350 on my condo, I paid cash
    A hundred on the car, another 50 just for laughs
    Hahahahaha I’m laughin’ straight to the bank
    And I don’t give a fuck what a pussy nigga think
    And I will shoot a nigga dead if they even fuckin’ blink
    I’m the wrong one, but the right one to get you play

    [Hook: Troy Ave]
    Blue SL, got the centerfold
    Sittin’ passenger, got a centerfold
    New model Benz, new model bitch
    We just livin’ life, dope dealer rich
    Who got it? We got it
    Who done it? We did it
    One hunnid, we livin’
    Get money, do business
    Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me
    I’m still in the streets eatin’, paper plates

    [Outro: Yo Gotti]
    All gas, no brakes
    All gas, no brakes
    All gas, no brakes
    All gas, no brakes
    All gas, no brakes
    All gas, no brakes
    All gas, no brakes
    All gas, no brakes


  • OnCue – Boy On the Come Up

    [Intro]
    Simply barbaric, barbaric
    Barbaric!
    Let that word resound, from hill to hill, from valley to valley, across the broad land
    Hear me!

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah I’m big headed but you small minded
    I try and get it, hey, whole team grinding
    Fuck what they say, yeah I put my time in
    Aw, I need a Louis lining, Michelin star dining
    Imma be honest
    I was eating Little Caesar’s with the buffalo ranch
    Fuck all you geezers, yeah, you fuckin’ old men
    Flow barbaric, let my fam come then
    Guess she know all my lyrics so she taking off her pants
    Cuey be that next shit, Imma cop a X6
    Flex on my exes, they already think I’m sexist
    All that corny shit you call your raps don’t impress us
    Better pay attention, watch how I finesse this
    Goddamn, all you rappers are lucky that I fell off
    Better switch plans, next six months Imma go the hell off
    Yeah, I’m dropping all these records like it’s motherfucking light work
    You’re dropping all your records, praying, hoping that it might work
    Yeah, I’m showing now like Ds in a tight shirt
    Wanna get like this? Then you better fix your life first

    [Bridge]
    I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going
    Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boy’s are fake cause my boy on the come up
    I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing
    You stuck on that same shit, so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

    [Chorus]
    You already know, hey, you already know, hey
    Yeah, your boy on the come up
    It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh
    Yeah, your boy on the come up
    You already know, yeah, you already know
    Yeah, your boy on the come up
    It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh

    [Verse 2]
    Said fucking shit, my shit been booming
    And money talk, talk that I be fluent
    If it’s not, then please keep it moving, I’ont got the time
    Yeah, you wasn’t there, wasn’t there when I was losing, all starving then
    I mean, barely no food, and I swore to god
    I’ll come back to prove I was always right
    I see your name in my missed calls now
    Hey, girl, you got me pissed off now
    I lift off, so you criss cross now
    Thinking that you Kylie, you my Rick Ross now
    Imma go from summer to the winter, hey
    Born a loser but I turned into a winner, hey
    Learned it by the finger, if you’re tryna take my dinner, hey
    Look what I spit, I repent, I’m a sinner, oh
    Ain’t no option when your back against the wall
    Break down the motherfucker, hammer or a saw
    I keep going ham, oh baby, I keep going off
    Go grab your camera, cause your boy about to ball
    This persisistence, talent – that’s a win (?)
    Way back when, when I put you on my shit
    You turned up your nose, but I stiffed up my lip
    Can’t hold it in, baby, goddamn I’m the shit

    [Bridge]
    I’ve been on a wave, mama asking how its going
    Told her I don’t play, she said the fuck boy’s are fake cause my boy on the come up
    I’ve been on a wave bitch, know you see me glowing
    You stuck on that same shit so save it (yeah, your boy on the come up)

    [Chorus]
    You already know, hey, you already know, hey
    Yeah, your boy on the come up
    It was written in stone, yeah, everything will go, oh
    Yeah, your boy on the come up
    You already know, hey, you already know
    Yeah, your boy on the come up
    It was written in stone, yeah, shit’s about to blow, oh


  • Curren$y – All On One Tape (Andretti 930 Mixtape) letras

    [Intro]
    Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
    2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy (?)

    Got me feelin like
    This weed got me feelin like
    This money got me feelin like

    [Verse 1]
    I’m hella high and these niggas so jive
    Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
    It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
    This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
    Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
    What you know G? Hoe, you don’t know me
    41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
    Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
    I had my girl with me it ain’t make them hoes no different
    They was still tryna get it
    But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
    Might be down with it, if she dig ya
    I’m outside with the killas, talkin peace
    In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I’m Snow Beach Polo Skis
    Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
    I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
    And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind’

    [Outro]
    Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
    Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
    Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
    Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam’ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
    All on one tape
    Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
    Soulja Slim, Pimp C — all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
    2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
    Got me feeling like
    And Dilla did the beats
    Max B
    And then DJ Screw slowed it up
    Dom Kennedy
    Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
    Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
    All on one tape Lord