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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh [Pimp C] Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin barre Smokin weed, sellin white Them other niggaz shit don't come back right That's how niggaz get popped Trying to get the cheaper price Watch yo' paper, guard your life Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight Cause niggaz out here jack every night I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame Big face hun'erds, keepin the game Hittin the corner in the candy thang Sittin on leather, grippin the grain [Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy) Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!) Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed [Bun B] Well I came in the door, I said it befo' I never fuck a hoe without head no more I never pull up in nuttin less than a four And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't Stop it and no I don't Cause a bitch know that I might just explode And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode Cause a nigga gettin throwed [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Young Jeezy] (adlibs) You already know what it is, nigga Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) Swear to God the minivan do tricks Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!) Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!) [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Big money, mayn - we only ride the best This one and only, big homey Tried to told you I'm thug, ha So far I'm tourin on foreign land Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm- -Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man (But the flow's like dope) So it's on again Started with the block, hit it brick by brick Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip The competition is none, they deceased to exist Let it breathe a little bit He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz' Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl Sure, y'all niggaz want war Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!) [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Young Jeezy - Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005)
Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow I'm emotional I hug the block I'm so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So what's realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense [Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my collar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing By 18 the hard way Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play Now who the fuck want to play with guns A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog That shit ain't fun So I suggest that you don't play with my chain Or I'll send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watchin' The name is warm The products white A star is born Pimpin' I'm so fly I take this parachute off I might fall and die Wrap the work with spandex with the latex Then we ship it outta town Call it safe sex [Chorus] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey it's hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Marriott, ah If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles When puff was in that tub spillin mo' I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat In my lifetime nigga, go through your research St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh) My niggaz love it when I talk like this My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit" The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z See I'ma '80s baby, master School of hard knocks, everyday is college You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright [Chorus] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin' [Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold [Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE) One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE) [Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade] |
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