Disc 1 | ||||||
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1. |
| 3:51 | ||||
(feat. Big Shasta)
[Chorus x2: Big Shasta] All my niggas on lock keep ya head up My niggas on the block get ya bread up, I'ma get this cheddar (Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne (Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne [Lil' Flip:] Yeah I made it out the hood but I still go back To check on my fam and buy my love bro throwbacks I came a long way, it ain't my fault you went the wrong way And listen up I'm grown nigga, I don't play I got show money (yeah), plus liquor money (yeah) After I get off stage I got picture money These rap cats ain't stickin to the G-code You thing you fly cause you got a few free-throws I know squares that cook O's, you damn right And if you want it, you gotta pay the damn price I do this for the dope boys with them AK's I'm a fly yellow nigga like Kay-Kay [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Ay, you ain't gotta be fake I know y'all don't like me Cause when I got shot up, y'all ain't right me You got a chip on your shoulder, I got a clip in my holster The difference between us, is I'm focused Nowadays e'rybody wanna talk about me But you know you can't mention the South without me Record labels came, and record labels went Pay attention to your checks, watch the money you spend Your kids dirty, but you ride around in a Benz Everyday at Pappadeux, trickin ya ends It ain't the color of our skin, that hold us back It's a fact, niggas don't know how to act A few niggas get paid e'rybody want a piece Shit start goin wrong e'rybody wanna leave Record sales low e'rybody wanna beef (No matter where I go) I keep it H double O-D [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Ay, all my niggas makin forty-five hunnid a week We overseas blowin trees, yeah it's somethin to see You'll never hear me say "I don't need the hood" All my niggas gettin fat cause I feed the hood It ain't my fault y'all niggas don't leave the hood I did everything y'all ain't believe I could Huh, you not ahead of me, I got longevity I'm tryin to leave my lil' boy, a legacy I got the recipe, you wanna make a hit You not impressin me, talkin bout bricks I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still hustlin And that's a goddamn shame right? Oh well, I'm tryin to get my change right And you'll survive, if you play the game right I fly G-5's I ain't gotta change flights [Chorus x2] |
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2. |
| 3:26 | ||||
3. |
| 3:52 | ||||
4. |
| 2:51 | ||||
<i>[Talking]</i>
Oh, oh, oh, haha You know what this is right? This the real hip hop None of that watered down shit you used to Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace Big Pun Rest in peace Left Eye, and rest in peace Aaliyah <i>[Verse 1]</i> It ws all a dream, the fancy limousines had me on a paper chase Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case I used to jam Run-D.M.C. Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie When LL was bad with that gold rope phone Back when niggas used beepers now we got mobile phones Me and my homies used to battle at the park We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark We used to wear cross colors now we love Guess "6 minutes your on" like Dougie E. Fresh I'm capable, I'm makin dough like Puffy did But this ain't happen overnight, trust me kid Now e'rybody wanna spit 16 And live the glamourous life, on the T.V. screen But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy I can't leave rap alone my fans need me <i>[Chorus]</i> This the real hip hop (Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie) This the real hip hop (Ay, when I'm on stage my niggas rockin with me) This the real hip hop (Ay, this time around I need five mics) This the reall hip hop (Cause my whole album ain't about ice) <i>[Verse 2]</i> Huh, back in the days, Kool Herc was DJin But nowadays e'rybody instant replayin (damn) Ain't nobody scratchin now (why?) Cause e'rybody goin platinum now I'm a Nigga With a Attitude like Cube and them I got fame when I start fuckin with Screw and them Freestylin on tapes, for eight minutes straight Pick a beat, rap to it, get another out the crate Thanks to hip hop I got a whole lot of cake I'm like these rappers actin like they move a whole lot of weight But wait, in my state I'm considered the great And I refuse to pay for radio play Rest in peace Justo, we gon miss you dog I know Jam Master Jay and Screw with you dog They'll never be a DJ better than y'all And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah <i>[Chorus - 1 1/2]</i> |
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5. |
| 4:37 | ||||
(feat. Yuk Mouth, Big Shasta)
[Talking:] Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man Ay we stay ballin now (for real) Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez) Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot) So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money We gon put y'all in y'all place [Chorus x2: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}] We stay ballin (You know my homies down to ride I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside) We stay ballin {You know my homies down to ride I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside) [Lil' Flip:] Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple I buy that shit you never knew existed I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin [Chorus x2] [Lil' Flip:] Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers But when you get rich that's when the snakes come I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil' Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac Like 3-57 with a little kick back We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy [Big Shasta (Lil' flip):] All my potnas got loot too, yeah (Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?) Said I'd rather ball with you (You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?) And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah (Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles) And we ridin on 22's (Deuce-deuce's baby) [Yukmouth:] Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82 Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw What, what, what, what Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw [Chorus x2] |
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6. |
| 4:09 | ||||
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Well, I'm flippin' and grippin' my wood grain steering wheel I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I'm on the grind You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on You can bet your bottom dollar they get some If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now, jump These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize, I'm sorry, I'm sorry You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like, jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Look I'm a pimp Mine is the 3 piece suit My grill the same color as my GT Coupe Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash ?Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last The prices jump If you out of town and you need a bird jump I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve jump You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump Stupid if you wanted dawg These hollow tips Gon' put you in a coma dawg You dig? We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Hey, niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody Or you a stick up kid why you ain't got nobody? Stop lyin? Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord And tell valet not to scratch my wheel Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deville I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kill Hey, I'm like Jeezy, I trap or die And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Hey I bet he won't jump Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't jump She actin' like a bitch ?cause I know she won't jump Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump Oh, oh, oh, y'all better not jump Oh, oh, you fuck around and get jump Ha, ha, Whoo, shout to my nigga Zab Judah Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'? What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins? Yeah, holla at yo boy |