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Yeah, I come from bottom to the top
I seen a lotta niggas fall Top to bottom, cause they flows wasn't hot Them niggas swore they was chillin', Reality they not That's why I'm in the spot, Treat the ? like the pot I'm strappin' up that product, get my strip back in order Hit records, its like a brick, 16's is like a quota That's why I'm tryna flip it, this time I'm a do it different Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggas givin' free hits and You niggas let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin' hurt I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin' niggas dimes Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not That's why I neva' play wit the position I'm held wit Who lie about sellin' drugs? Album ain't sell shit You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4 (Cant hear the rest) I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin' I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it Started with promo, no homo, movin' 12 inches Pimp the game, comin' to age at 12, bitches (That's when I had well-wishes) Niggas call me prince of the city Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity How the same niggas that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took to many pulls of the L on me Drank up all cool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes You heard the game and the name You heard the title niggas, 5-3-4 |
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| 2. |
| 0:16 |
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[Voice Singing:]
and if the summer only knew that she was losing a friend and a lover too maybe she'd turn him away |
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| 3. |
| 2:53 |
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Dear summer I know you're gonna miss me
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in A couple words and like peaches and herb We'll be reunited and it feels so hood Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?" Well I do this in my slumber summer I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer I drop heat, when you bring the sun up The combo make niggas act up, I pick the gun up Niggas back up; they know I'm not no frontier I don't talk shit, I just flip it un' ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes I ain't making you the butt of my jokes But let's not stray from what I came to say To my beloved, think we need some time away They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed From the public, who should've gave me the pulits' Instead gave me they ass to kiss But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird, some queer, I still want them to share And all the success I received, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but they don't love me They like the drunk uncle in your family You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same It's like when niggas make subliminal records If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it You don't really want it with Hov, for the record I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid Keep entering the danger sone You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker come on Say when, take ten paces and spin But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca' On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good But any day you know a nigga could Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schults You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me Niggas can't fuck with me I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up Now I'm Pulp Fiction, Colt four-fifth and Young niggag that blast for me (blasphemy), no religion Listen here summer baby, I just believe it's the right thing to do I got a brand new bitch, corporate America She showing me a lot of action right now And I know you put me on my feet and all, but I mean, it's time for me to grow You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go I'm done for now, so one for now Possibly forever, we had fun together But like all good things, we must come to an end Please show the same love to my friends Dear summer |
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| 4. |
| 3:16 |
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Do you know what time it
is Tell me do ya know Do you know what time is Tell me do ya know Do you know what time it is Tell me do ya know Do you know what time it is Swizzy You gettin money homie Show me if its like that You on the grind Then you know its really like that Dudes who snitch naw I don't really like that I don't condone the chrome where the wall at Swizz slow down the beat its all love Slow motion for me Like ya ass is screwed up Make you move like the Matrix when dude was duckin slugs Bleek to Black Sheep mami now pick it up Back to gettin money lly where my niggaz at Stuntin its nothin in somethin new every day Back on the grind keep easy on ya mind I'm one of a kind the tops the bottom line Throw a hand in the air if its like that Throw a little paper out if its like that Tell the chick to come here if its like that Buy The whole fuckin bar if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that Ay yo the watch is like that The dough is like that Bracelet the bronzes I ball just like that Coupe on lows know you all gon' like that Sit so right at le ast 4 gon' fall back Dude stop frontin prob lems you don't want that 9 MM hollows I does that When it comes to gettin paper my life stack Chickens I want du des gon' wife that Then I go expose'm n show'm thats how we live Mami know we holdin use all of us got a 6 Rocafella the crew you know we do it like that Niggaz is immitators but you ain't quite like that Throw a hand in the air if its like that Throw a little paper out if its like that Tell the chick to come here if its like that Buy The whole fuckin bar if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that You know I move wit the snub cause I'm like that You don't really want beef you ain't like that Ma come here yeah tell me if its like that And move the body real slow just like that When swizz slows down the beat its all love Slow motion for me like your ass is screwed up Make it move like the Matr en dude was duckin slugs Bleek the black sheep mami now pick it up Aye back on the grizzy wit swizzy back on the beat Rocafella the label the talk is to cease decease I'm here to kill'em again you fill'em again If the enemy ain't dead we hit'm again pop Throw a hand in the air if its like that Throw a little paper out if its like that Tell the chick to come here if its like that Buy The whole fuckin if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that tell me if its like that |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you I'm infatuated And your my baby, and you complete me Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later And keep it gangster My design one of a kind, yeah I'm on my grind Got a shorty that still trip, but I ain't lost my mind I just party and bullshit, my attitude, I'm good ma They say I'm hood rich because I drive big cars Getting guac Middle finger to cops They say when you meet the one, all the thug should stop I met this shorty the other morning, on my way in y'all She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in y'all But, that's the rules, we don't make em, we don't break em I don't sweat em, I forget em and find a way to shack em But, I put a holla to her, I spit some lava at her She from the burbs, I'm from the jecks, trust that don't matter She into books too, I'm off the books for the things I do But that's between me and you And I don't really full tag it a lot, I'm in the wagon a lot With different dimes on the passenger side I'm like I love, love that thing you do And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you I'm infatuated And your my baby, and you complete me Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later And keep it gangster Everyday I'm on my mind, but my minds on you (on you) All the time (all the time) And I scoop you like a solja' would I'm in the woods, top down, like I don't got a hood They say opposites attract, and it's true Cause girl I'm from the gutter, where the bundles will move And you, is from where its cool and quiet at night And ain't no young'ns supplying the white, right But that's a different story, lets get back to the night And you've got a body, I can handle it right?, right And I know you heard about me, beyond the rumors about me I'm the fliest a little youngin' could be, be And you'll see with us together, its money, diamonds, whatever Little momma is you riding with me?, me And I love the thing you do, so baby girl never change And forever we can do that thing Cause I love, love that thing you do And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you I'm infatuated And your my baby, and you complete me Give me your number I'm gonna call you lady And maybe we can hook up later And keep it gangster Now you know my stees' Cause I ain't gotta smooth that to do that thing And it only took a night to get it right, grip it right, hit it right Figure out that you a rider for life, down for whatever We go through it together You know the boys style, way beyond all the regular I need a switch, like a fein need a fix Every g, need a down ass chick, to click That's sick I love, love that thing you do And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you I'm infatuated And your my baby, and you complete me Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later And keep it gangster I love, love that thing you do And I, I can't get my eyes, my mind off you I'm infatuated And your my baby, and you complete me Your number, I'll call, and maybe we can hook up later And keep it gangster |
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| 6. |
| 4:00 |
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<i>[Memphis Bleek Intro]</i>
Uh, yeah. . .the boy Extra We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean? It's the ROC, since 9-6, you know we get busy Got the young lady by the name of Rihanna with me Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl Let's go <i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone! <i>[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]</i> Ayo quattro, trece, doce, uno You know I throw my weight around like sumo You know I hold my lady down, that you do know You know disrepecting mine'll be a funeral Bruno Magli's on the patio in blood O.J. style but I won't leave the glove Like ?? Shyne/shine but I won't leave the club BROOKLYN ZOO! All we feed you is slugs Like, yeah love you know I leave you over mine And yeah love they have to grieve you over mine It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this Uh, the boy H-O behind this <i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone! <i>[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]</i> Ayo quattro, trece, doce, uno You know the boy give 'em more kicks than judo You know I protect what's mine, that you do know You know violating me you gon catch a fued-o ?? partying with my shorty like the god Robert Blake style but they won't find the car Like the big homie Snoop but it won't be the gods BROOKLYN ZOO! We known to throw shots like. . Yeah love I'm on a shopping spree with mine Here love you know it's rings and things with mine It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this Uh, the boy H-O behind this <i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone! <i>[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]</i> Ayo four, three, two, one If this ain't concrete then call it what you want For my lady I make where you from hotter than the sun I'm still street say the word and it's done If ever in the world that we gotta let a slug fly Even if they subpoena me I would never testify You feel the same and this way we never change Dudes play they disappear and I ain't David Blaine Like, yeah love you know I'm breezin' through with mine Yeah love give me a reason to squeeze for mine It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this Uh, the boy H-O behind this <i>[Chorus: Rihanna w/ Bleek ad-libs]</i> You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall And it's good to know that you're still the one to catch me when I fall We've been crazy tight and I realize when all is said and done Through the best of times, through the worst of times Baby you're the one, baby you're the ooone! <i>[Outro: (Rihanna) & M. Bleek]</i> (Baby baby you're the one) Uh, Rihanna y'all, you know, ROC, ROC (Baby baby yooou're the ooone) ROC, ROC, rock on Uh huh, Big on the production Y'know, it's another one of those joints It's the ROC, and we, get, busy! |
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| 3:01 |
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[Hype-D on Chrous] Tha first last and only that who we be 1 mo time you aint gotta open ya eyes 'cause we tha first last and only nigga , tha first last and only nigga , nigga , nigga hype-d - verse 1 Hey yo we tell them bitches who tha first last and only we aint no mutha fuckin phoneys nigga we real and real is real as it gets aint got time to play nigga this isnt a game ive done stole ya fame and put it up in a frame i aint framin no niggaz 'cause when i bust a gat i bet ya millon dollas u dont survive 'cause u aint a real gangsta ya boy get out of tha group with all tha wankstas and so we tha best here so we here forever so understand me mutha fucka its real. [Memphis Bleek on Chrous] memphis bleek - verse 2 Yo lemme show ya how i like that lemme merk that till u have a hurt back and lemme show ya where tha crib at |
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| 4:27 |
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Yo, I ain't the type that'll move from stress
No seeds, no sticks, that's all I twist I twist backwoods up, that's what's up When I come to your town better have some bud I graduated grads, got my diploma I could tell by your aroma you smokin' on Arizona But you ain't got no Cali Kush You're smoking on that backyard bush Quiet it's kept like hush, plus You ain't never had no Florida Crip Beat that'd have you tripping Room start spinning, you beginning to get paranoid, start hearing noises Can't forget about the Chitown 'dro That's why they say it's the windy city Ladies could blow Got a connect everywhere I go, never catch me with less than an O, you know [Chorus] You got stress in your life then we smoking tonight My ladies gimme a light My ladies gimme a light My ladies gimme a light Niggas twist something up if you don't give a fuck if the Cali Kush Got you stuck My niggas gimme a light My niggas gimme a light You got your baby's momma beefing with you, better have that reefer with you When she finish let the leaf remove you I inhale it deep like the chief of voodoo Handcuffing these beats like police will do you, that's how it works for me Puffing on the purple, hit the booth with my eyes burgundy I spit the truth on how the earth be And all the bullshit I go through like dirt weed And how I always come through like birth, be Ten pounds, eight ounces of herb, be I take two to the chest for all my niggaz that left I blow it out, let them live through my breath And everybody got a way to relax like everybody gotta pay their tax If you live where I live everybody gotta blaze their gat So everybody blaze up a sack, let's go [Chorus] It's been heavy on my mind, now I gotta leave it all behind Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away See the sun is gonna shine 'till the night Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away The president, he gotta legalize it The governor, he gotta legalize it Mayor, mayor gotta legalize it Let all my niggas lead their lives as they see fit, That's how I see it God damn, I'm a genius when I'm lit Man fuck this shit man, Gu, twist something up I'm gonna come out there, let the bridge ride on 'em It's been heavy on my mind, now I gotta leave it all behind Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away See the sun is gonna shine 'till the night Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away Get low always smoking that la la la You know Bleek always smoking that la la la Young Proof always smoking that la la la My nigga Cali always smoking that la la la Sheik Breezy always smoking that la la la Murder One's always smoking that la la la Get low always smoking that la la la, Smoking that la la la, smoking That la la la Yeah |
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| 3:53 |
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Yeah
easy guru 9th wonder (1st verse) yeah yeah can't stop, wont stop never intend to they feel us inside they calling em jitzu back to new york all the shit ive been through some niggas saying they bark but to me they just shitzus down to the thoughts and the issues all the principles, how to keep it official cause you dont want no nigga have to grip that pistol i bought the pistol turn dudes to fish food these dudes, want me looking all miserable dont want me getting paper go to jacob to spend a few but i be in them interviews talking bout how im in them coups and how the tech will sping a nigga like a innerlube fuck around get you flat like a innertube poke you up just some of the shit im into so fall back maybe you can get a clear view all my life of how i stare through the rear view |
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| 4:20 |
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Yeah,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Give a fuck what you say Extra, I don't do it I don't give a fuck what you say Let's get these niggaz Yeah, I give a fuck what you say You know how we do it man I don't give a fuck what you say It's 534 Yeah I give a fuck what you say, nigga I give a fuck what you say, nigga, Yo, Yo <i>[Verse 1:]</i> You know I'm comin through the ville Grippin wheel What the deal So who slide off the heel Tryin to get myself a mill In my system, this is still How I'm livin, just as trill Nigga, E don't make a difference Nigga, feel how you feel Just another day On my way to getting paid Nigga, spray a hater, raid I'm tryin to stay out they way Wavin at the babes On the corner like 'hey' Stuntin' like it's nothin The performer in me Grab myself some grub Get a hug Give a pound Give a peace Get low I aint tryin to stick around Get a beat Get a girl Get my gamble on Get 'em girls, give 'em hell Keep it movin on out Back at the house At a light, BET PS2, HDTV, Fight night, night night, Knock the homie out Got the shorty gettin aggie Lookin lonely on the couch <i>[Chorus:]</i> And I'ma still hug block, Give a fuck what you say, Pants saggin, du-raggin' Give a fuck what you say, Big chain, gettin change, Give a fuck what you say, Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me Big trucks with them rims Give a fuck what you say Leavin' the club with like ten I give a fuck what you say A hundred grand on the benz I give a fuck what you say Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Aint nothin changed But the change Not a lame, never been You say fuck me, it's fuck you Been the same ever since If you love me, i love you The game, i was lent, From the O.G., H-O, He aint never been A liar, I concur With every word that was said For the family I give 'em A hundred and ten percent For the fony I give 'em A hundred and ten of them Nigga, nine, m and m How I could send it through the wind Back to the grind Pay the haters nevermind Being broke is in the past I pray I never rewind Fine wine dreams Rockin' gators, lime green Out in Vegas with my team Breakin tables, na-mean? Money on the wall, Make the game go good Have money on the ave But the shit never last Puff, puff, pass, Nigga that's how we live Everyday, So keep the misery where you is, Nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3:]</i> 534 Nigga, 4, 3, 2, 1, Blastoff, NASA, We got a problem This represents the struggle The hustle, the bums, The rats, the roaches, Nigga that's where we from Summertime cookout Open up the johnny pumps Baby, I don't care If you just got your hair done You still gettin wet Young hustlers on the steps Tryin to follow in the steps Of the vets From the jets Young niggaz act hard Ballin's in the back park Me, I played the monkey bars On girls, tried to mack hard Back when cane was blastin from the car Got a package of cane Brought at you to the yard And uuuuh ... <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts In the brain, on the train, on his way to work A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5 Why would God decide to take his life? There's no such thing as the straight path So it's whatever with me, I walk through the mind Feel whatever could hit me My mind filled with anger hope the angels is with me Change could be dangerous Goin' legit could be signing your death certificate Calling it quits could be the worst thing you do I mean consider your enemy He ain't gonna quit 'coz you quit now, is he? Think about it So what's on infinitely with me I'm gonna turn to finity for the tough times I pour Hennessey In memory of that one thing that meant one thing to me I'm on, somethin' in me wishin' I wan't born Come on, a gangsta say quttin' the game Man, you lookin' at a dead man talkin' He's always a brother or cousin to somebody you fought Who might forgive but that don't happen too often I said there's no such thing as the straight path My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts In the brain, on the train, on his way to work A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5 Why would God decide to take his life? There's no such thing as the straight path I said there's no such thing as the straight path I said there's no such thing as the straight path When the gun burn everythin' You been taught you must unlearn With one turn of the world, one fatal stroke |
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