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Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Hear me, lets go) Chorus: Puffy You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too Cause I can't stop now Simple as that You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck () Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers, do it now Fuck y'all Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest money is power motherfucker I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch Do it now Chorus I won't stop can't stop you gon'hate me I hate you too you can hate me now you can hate me now Do it now, I told you do it now lets go Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop me now?) I hate you too Do it now Chorus I like this, I like the way this feels Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks () Instead of me ambulances were picking them up () niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life) and that's what you can't understand Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas) |
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Blazin 50's<b></b>sit back in tha drop top Bezour Bently.
of course wit me<b></b>this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney. Brizilian candy<b></b>from Miami. massouse<b></b>wedding ring on<b></b>lovin Celine Dion. hate rap<b></b>told me where she get ca |
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Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't no. Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder feeling like life is over these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got nut evedently, is elementery they want us all gone eventually trooping out of state for a plate knowledge, if coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin' fashion design your clothes lace in your click up with diamond roles Your people on the doe, no parole, no rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some toughts for the mind I take a glince in to time, watch the glimp read the world is mine... Chorus: If I ruled the world, imagine that... I'd free all my sons, I love em love in baby... Black diamonds and pearls, could it be if you could be mine we both shine... If I rule the world, Still livin' for today in these last days and times. Now it I'd be paradise life relaxin' black, latino and anglo- saxon armani exchange the raines cash lords trouble Shabazz free at last brand new whips to craft now we laught in the hiller path The Viller house is for the crow how we do trees for breakfast dime sex as been streches So many years of depression make me vision, the better livin' type of place to raise kids in Opening eyes to the lise, history told foul but I'm as wise is the whole 'oul plus the gold child seein' things like I was controllin' click rollin' trickin' six digits on kicks and still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilise every savage gimme one shot I turn strife like the labage Political prisonner set free, stress free no work release purple and threes and jet skiis feel the wimp breeze in west indies I heard correder Scott King makin' the cities in reverse themes to Willies, it sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown I'd open every cell in Atika send em to africa. Chorus (X2) And then we'll walk right up to the sun hand in hand we'll walk right up to the sun we won't land You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live and worry, duck kinda car see teach mendatory runnin' from Jake getting chased hunger for papes These out of brakes many mistakes go down out of state way, I had to let Marine we carry weight Triin' get lace flip the ace stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camber Makin' moves in Allena backin' fourth strambler cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich still nobody want a nigga have a shit If I rules the world and everything in it, skies the limit I push a cue 4-5 and finish it wouln't be no such thing of jealosy of the felony Strickly living a long longevety to the distany I tought I'd never see but, reality struck |
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Uhh, what, what, uhh.. Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams") Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin for somethin.. Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin for somethin.. [Nas] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream the first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million without the FBI catchin feelings Chorus [Nas] From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet Two sips from bein alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this Chorus [Nas] Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me The street raised me up, givin a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out Chorus 2X |
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