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Gotta work these hoes, gotta work these hoes
Gotta make this flow, gotta work these hoes Gotta work these hoes, gotta make this flow Gotta work these hoes, gotta work these hoes Gotta make this flow, gotta work these hoes Nigga what? Check it out This be some playa ass shit What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit This be some playa ass shit Nigga, what this is? Some playa ass shit I say they choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas We can't forget they use all niggas Choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas We can't forget they use all niggas Check it, this be some playa ass shit Soft ass niggas, need to check yo' bitch They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas We can't forget they use all niggas They hungry foe that cheese, they get down on they knees Tryin' to get dem honey bees, think she won't? Nigga, please Let's be real for a minute, if yo' hoe couldn't spend it Would that bitch still be wit it? Hell naw, nigga, quit it Stop foolin' yourself, this ho floss to much Since you fuckin' this bitch, you done loss to much Everything cost bread from her toes to her head From the jewels to the threads, nigga sleepin' in yo' bed Nigga fuck that bitch, [Incomprehensible] floss don't make sense Use to do lil' shit, now you payin' this hoe rent Nigga, what? That's yo' life, tryin' to turn this hoe trife [Incomprehensible] from the club tryin' to make her yo' wife This be some playa ass shit What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit Yeah, this be some playa ass shit What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas We can't forget they use all niggas This be some playa ass shit Now what this is nigga? Some playa ass shit A lot of you niggas don't be knowin' how to treat these hoes When you meet these hoes, wanna sweet these hoes An' tryin' to keep these hoes an' playa hatin' on a playa Mad at me 'cuz I'm gettin' broke off, why you pay her? Shit, that's the game an' nigga I'm in it So you keep breakin' off these hoes with that loot An' I keep helpin' 'em spend it Too many niggas got they game in they pocket Tryin' to rank my game but you just can't stop it See my game is just two strong, three strong Four strong, I been out here so long For some new jack to come an' try to knock me I know that git jock me 'cuz he alway tryin' to mock me See, I don't sweat that, see, pimpin' ain't easy I'm major, you chumps is just measly, believe me See, ain't no trick foolin' me She ain't gotta be true to be, as long as she do for me Peep game This be some playa ass shit What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit Yeah, this be some playa ass shit What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas We can't forget they use all niggas This be some playa ass shit Now what this is nigga? Some playa ass shit Check it out Playa haters don't understand the money, man I keep grands, plus your best hoe my biggest fan Tell me where you niggas was when game was bein' passed out If it wasn't for that loot a lotta niggas would be assed out You get amped around these hoes an' wanna flash knots I get a word, these same hoes off in yo' stash box I'm in this thang for the riches Plus I'm a pimp an' I love all my bitches This be some playa ass shit What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit Yeah, this be some playa ass shit What this is, nigga? Some playa ass shit They choose raw niggas, they use flaw niggas We can't forget they use all niggas This be some playa ass shit Now what this is nigga? Some playa ass shit |
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| 4. |
| 4:31 |
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East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast
East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast [JT Money] I want the jackpot The gats, the yachts, the fat knots, the big house And fly bitches I can dig out I need a room for every day of the week But right now it's kinda hard tryin to stay on my feet I gotsta hide it Dolla bill dreams of a poor HUSTLA And I get's money wit no BUSTA That's why I dont fuck wit a lot of niggaz Cuz hoe niggaz foul out bout gold diggerz See im a nigga tryin to get by Get high And get that money right so I can get fly I want the finer (???) skins the leathers Wake up every mornin wit 2 bitchez in bed Im high foreva Lazer beams guard my door Champagne bottles on the floor from the nite before Da money man be's the illest I mean foreallist Killa gets hot man like phillis [talking] Hey you J you know we gotta put it down baby Know what im sayin We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what im sayin You gonna put it down [Chorus] Keepin my mind over matter People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here It's about all who you know Pound for pound Toe to toe Blow for blow Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here [JT Money] E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin Fat chunks, fly cars, bitchez and gun handlin Niggaz goin out for the goods dont believe me Im tryin to move on up like Georgia Wheezy But shit aint easy E'verythangs a hustle Cracka's out to rush you Niggaz out to touch you Camoflauge down but never camoflaug'n Out on the grind tryin to bump fed charges Information be leakin Bullets heat seakin 93 hour peepin Nowadays i be creepin It's a god damn shame how dis game make a nigga Always see in benzo's, lexo's, lac's and figga's And fly ass bitchez out for the witchin But aint no thang here bitch you cant get dis But when you get dis There's plenty more to earn When you got fast loot in your pocket dat shit burn [Talking] Ay yo BI You know what im sayin You got dem niggaz and dem hoes out there Yryin to come up off of you You know what im sayin [Chorus] Keepin my mind over matter People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here It's about all who you know Pound for pound Toe to toe Blow for blow Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here [Talking] Yo boy you been puttin it down for 10 years now Know what im sayin It's yo time to shine now So all y'all wannabe's need to step back baby There ya go You got the keys to the benz Keys to the house Know what im sayin Got 3 MILLION in the trunk And you know I got you some of the poudy For you to smoke on the way where ever you wanna go And put it down any state, round the world, nationwide baby [JT Money] I came up so now a nigga sittin on butt Nowadays when you see me im in nothin but plush Luxary auto Get loose my motto I sip and swallow Bubbles right from the bottle Cript joint the follow They get me nice Girlies lose they site from starrin at the ice Got grip like a vice Pockets stay fat All my niggaz in da PIP holdin gats My mob is thick e'vrybody sittin on cheese Wit fly ass bitchez wit tricks up they sleeve Da boys burnin trees and fonto leaves Bitchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and g's But naw FUCK them hoes A nigga cant stand em Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded Naw fuck dat shit bitch get out on the ground I aint tryin to spend shit ima hold on to mine What? [Chorus] Keepin my mind over matter People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here It's about all who you know Pound for pound Toe to toe Blow for blow Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here [x2] |
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| 1:55 |
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| 3:46 |
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Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go Let it go, let it go If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go Let it go, let it go If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go Let it go, let it go If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go That's what I'm talkin' 'bout niggaz need to let it go, ya know Hearin' all these stories about, niggaz goin' to jail Diein' 'bout these muthafuckin' ho's You know what I'm talkin' about Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Nigga you need to let that muthafucka go Just like you got it you can find another ho See ho's come a dime a dozen What you is nigga hard up but lovin' Pushin' and shovin' about's a woman Who givin' up the ass homeboy ya buggin' I told you bout trustin' them stankin' ass ho's You gotta learn to work them bitches for the peso's Stop trippin' bout that pussy 'cuz it ain't yours Y'all niggaz need to learn how the game go It's a trip and I will tell yo' ass no more Young nigga put shit past no ho For you cry like a sucka go solo 'Cuz them bitches damn sure call the Po-Po's In any case bro Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) It's another one of them ho things niggaz be a addicted like cocaine Straight up and down naw that ain't the way to go man Quit trippin' 'bout them grabbin' ass gold diggers Naw real niggaz fall just 'cuz you a ho nigga Spend a lotsa loots just so you can knock the boots Of a slimy ass scandolous prostatute Nigga you betta try to fade dat bitch 'Cuz me and the boys straight slayed that bitch (Mmm hmm) And I ain't lyin' neither Trippin' bout them ho's betta leave that shit to beaver 'Cuz a nigga run through yo shit Fuckin' all these ho's and don't give a fuck who yo' bitch 'Cuz shit get bad for your health And if you got ho problems betta keep 'em to yourself Probably a lotta other niggaz that'll hit her But you just a weak nigga that fell in love with 'em Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) What if your girl let another nigga hit it Would you accept it our would you cry like a bitch You'd probably try to kill her then kill yourself Sayin' she wasn't real but you wasn't real yourself 'Cuz you knew she was a ho when you met her But the pussy so good you just wanted it forever And it hurt you to know another nigga got it But tell me dogg what could you do to stop it Nothin' Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) Know what I'm sayin' Bout time for JT Money to get back off in this game (You know) Lotta niggaz was steering y'all wrong wit dis ho shit Know what I'm talkin' about But I'm in it to put it down for dat real you know Let you niggaz knowa bout these ho's Teach you 'bout this game fo sho, baby Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) Ho problems ain't no problems Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho (My nigga) |
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hook
Yo if you want to go to war, its alright Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright You want to get it on nigga, its alright Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright) (x2) (JT Money) I got a problem with fuck niggas Always talkin' shit and try to duck niggas Sucker niggas won't finish what they started Be coppin' dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted They straight bitches Always puttin' on shows for these niggas and hoes Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls Real niggas don't call police Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can't back it Know they ain't real but always trying to act it hook I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor Matter of fact, I'm a killer straight out the slums No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps And I ain't talking bout' the reeboks Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles Suckers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread that's right, all you suckers better recognize Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you niggas sweatin' mine I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here Putting down in the zone with my nigga Shakespeare hook (Big Gipp) I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold From the city where they drop blows Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow It ain't shit funny, its the money man and Gipp Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on Niggas from Miami and Atlanta holdin' heat It ain't nothing happy You see, it ain't all about that rapping hook (JT Money) Straight up and down, I'm a let you fuck nigga know You niggas don't want war, talking all that shit Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice Get round' the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music And niggas think its a motherfucking game Alright, play with it Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you niggas know hook |
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| 3:44 |
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Most rappers ain't nothing but niggas who talk a good one
Talking 'bout they thugs, G's and hustlas Or they'll kill a nigga quick 'bout some dumb shit Get your mind right, I can tell you're a young kid Still a nigga see right through your game I know it ain't no substance to your game Trying to outdo the next nigga, claiming G But all you rap ass niggas are the same to me I gave you game for free and I just call it like I see it Say you real, well nigga be it, nigga don't speak about it, be about it 'Cause I'm the type of nigga to come through and see about it Damn right, nigga kill with that camouflage 'Cause I know you as real as a damn mirage You ain't really here talking that same shit Even though you only real as the game you kick Rap ass nigga Well if you go on and on 'till the break of dawn You a rap ass nigga And if you hip the hop, the bee-bop don't stop You a rap ass nigga And if you fluent talking all that gangsta shit You a rap ass nigga And if you fit any one of those categories, boy you need to quit 'Cause you a rap ass nigga Motherfuckers think they can tell anything to a nigga You got us fucked up like liquor, pussy nigga 'Cause you got a big budget Thank you can drop anything on the public And we gonna love it now playa, it don't work that way Keep playing, fuck around and get hurt that way Shit, I feel like a lot of niggas owe me cheese Got me wasting my bread on these wack CD's Niggas might as well only sell singles Get out the game and go do commercial jingles For Kool-Aid, Pringles, or some other shit Rap ass niggas just make a nigga sick Can't hold in my beat no mo' If I try you then I might blow But it might slow down in the bottom Rap ass niggas need to fall like harder Well if you go on and on 'till the break of dawn You a rap ass nigga And if you hip the hop, the bee-bop don't stop You a rap ass nigga And if you fluent talking all that gangsta shit You a rap ass nigga And if you fit any one of those categories, boy you need to quit 'Cause you a rap ass nigga I'm on a roll like shit paper Getting cheese while these other niggas get vapors All for me but my game go beyond this That's the reason other motherfuckers join this I mean jealous nigga, when you look upon this All you see is greatness and wanna harm this But see you harmless, so find someone to play with You out your league, fucking with this heavy-weight shit With all that fake shit, I'm flowing really scary huh Barely to you niggas who clown like Jim Carey huh Flows vary from bass to that funk shit Got you open, 'cause I'll never join your punk shit Motherfuckers on the jock like they want dick Copy cats hear their flows and get so sick Beat downs all you fuck niggas gonna get For even thinking you can sit on my chrome bitch If you go on and on 'till the break of dawn You a rap ass nigga And if you hip the hop, the bee-bop don't stop You a rap ass nigga And if you fluent talking all that gangsta shit You a rap ass nigga And if you fit any one of those categories, boy you need to quit 'Cause you a rap ass nigga If you go on and on 'till the break of dawn You a rap ass nigga And if you hip the hop, the bee-bop don't stop You a rap ass nigga And if you fluent talking all that gangsta shit You a rap ass nigga And if you fit any one of those categories, boy you need to quit 'Cause you a rap ass nigga |
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| 3:55 |
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[Featuring Trick Daddy Dollars]
y'all got this motherfuckin pumped up I know dat ain't nobody smokin wit me I noticed ain't nobody smokin wit me Any lace smokers in the motherfucker [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) What We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) [JT Money] Now if still got yo thang thang Let em hang man We in this thang smokin dank nigga dank dank Free world we off tha chain nigga chain chain Free world we off the chain chigga chain chain Play no games nowda bang nigga bang bang Money man got these clothes and these hoes in check Nigga violatin get that ass soakin wet Suckas act like they don't know bout J ain't a dayum thang hoe bout J And that's fo'sho bout J I hate these otha niggaz talkin all dis ya ya Up in this (???) won't do a dayum thang thang Money man still spittin straight game game Since day 1 ain't a dayum thang change change I got this weed thang nigga on my brain brain No lacin nigga only smokin plain jane Get out da game game if you can't hang hang And wut we smokin on nigga? [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) [Trick] Gotta slow mah role can't be wastin my shit In a (???) 'cause I be lacin mah shit Gotta fuckin pay for mah shit I luv tha taste of my shit And I don't smoke (???) so get outta mah face wit dat shit don't let the bullshit fool ya Nigga it'll do ya How ya slap on your ass holla'n bout hallelujah Get shotguned wit da budah And I won't pursue ya but shit (???) A bitch dats smoked out (???) I got a half or pound of that brown and e'vrythang get coked out It ain't how I'm sleeping 'Spcially when I used ta peep Mah bossman holla'n at another coke man And set me free Ima remember dem 1-on-1 2-on-2 and (???) Now da (???) man got (???) dat I know ya like I'm smokin that DANK And I can't sleep can't eat and I can't think Nigga wut [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) [JT Money] My nigga fire up that thang thang I'm talkin bout bout that dank nigga dank dank E'vrybody in this game doin this thang thang (???) I'm on a mission tryin ta make dis thang bang And boy don't eve let me catch you tryin to gang gang And boy don't ever let me catch you tryin to gang gang But that lead up in your head where ya can't think think And dump your ass in the ditch where you can stank stank Fuck around wit a nigga tryin ta maintain (???) out chya brain brain We gettin money nigga shit all your main main Got tha love got the bud and the flame flame All you niggaz talkin bout how they can swing swing We can do anything brotha bring bring And be prepared to get your ass put to shame shame And what we smokin nigga (dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga) [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) What Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) HUH? We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga nigga) [Chorus till end] |
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| 4:59 |
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[Talking]
Caught up Dirty Game Nigga I deal wit it though, you know Shit ain't easy out there on them streets boy, you know y'all niggaz watch yo ass boy, hold it down, fo'sho [Chorus] They got me down but it ain't no thang When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang Got a nigga cased over so much game And everybody goin through the same ole thang x2 [JT Money] What up dogg hope you chillin 'cause I ain't I wish I could be out with the boys but I can't I really don't know what kinda time a nigga facin can't get a bond 'cause I ain't cooperatin So ima strap down they gone take me for a ride You'll look out for my shit while a nigga on the inside Been here before so it really ain't shit You'll let me know what's goin on in the streets and what's sum flix Probably get a buzz when I think you got this letter Shit is at it's worse and it can only get better I be holla'n at my lawyer and he be tryin to work su'um But I ain't copin out shit 'cause they ain't got nothin Just maintain'n here waitin for a court date don't need no loot becuz my commecery straight And give a wussup to the boys 'round the way I'm shootin you this kite on the 9th day of May My dogg had a be |
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Nigga, be the shit like manure
No niggas true'er, gats go boo-ya! Slugs go through ya', give a fuck who ya' claim to be None of y'all niggas can't hang with me Gimme some room, let me slang these bow's Flaw ass niggas, trick ass hoes Pull a blade game, finna get you killed Fuck with mine, I'll split your wig Take no shorts, play no games Put it on your ass boy, it ain't no thang Chickens say J, let em stray Death to them niggas that playa hate Can't apologize nigga, its too late Whatcha want boy, come meet your fate Know when you take, your ass gonna die I'm the last nigga you wanna try [hook] Whatcha want boy, nigga what you want huh? [x8] I keep my business on the low-down Cause the motherfuckers act like they so down Wait up hoe, sit your ass better slow down Cause I got enough bucks for us to go round' I'm the type of nigga to get in your town Find out where you live, kick your door down Run up in it, lay you and your hoe down Introduce both of y'all to the floor pal Better know pal, J don't play shit Real nigga from the M-I-A bitch Flawed niggas in the game on their last leg ???? Better move that shit, before I come through Cause I'm a hit you with more than the 1-2 I'm who, dat nigga you don't wanna fuck wit' Hit your white ass open like a dove shit Better bust bitch [hook] It's a dirty game, niggas off the chain Better keep a thang, better bang-bang Gotta lay my hang up in this bitch Flaw ass niggas, I'm a bust your shit Money man comin', better start runnin' Nigga when I'm coming, believe I'm gunnin' Step to plate, I'ma shut you down Got them choppers to cut you down Wassup now, nigga still wanna play Fuck with J, be D.O.A Ain't no game, boy I said that before Put a nigga ass six feet below Nigga whatcha want, nigga whatcha need Don't wanna die, then you better take heed Rotten niggas gettin' beside theyself Nigga like me, get bad for your health boy [hook] |
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