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Zoongta Lucky Date - Ho`s And Disco`s (Space Laces Remix) Freakhouze Hirshee - Smash The Disco (Radio Edit) Freakhouze Freakhouze - Get Up (Calvertron Remix) Freakhouze 곡 116 | 담기 10 | 추천 4 |
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from Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids (2010)
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out I gets my love game on without a doubt My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin Between now and a few hours I'll be up in her stomach And I ain't even gotta be dipped I pull out my pocket too Sloppy Joe, mixed this thick You ever try foldin a brick? Tryin to shove hundred dollar bills in your jeans and half of it rip? We them Staten Island boys, intelligent thugs 9 out of 10 times yeah we lookin to fuck And y'all already word know what it is On some Teena Marie shit, nucca, I'm talkin square biz What? [Chorus: Ghostface] Y'all need to stop handcuffin them hoes Comin in the club handcuffin them hoes You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes [Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost Jones! F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone) P-I-M-P, treat 'em like we great 'em (ya hear that?) Shit, treat 'em like we don't need 'em Cause after we fuck 'em out the phone we delete 'em (doop doop) Leave 'em for them suckers, let them other niggaz keep 'em (you can have her) They keep 'em to the point that we don't see 'em (where'd she go?) Shit, but the bitches need freedom They wanna come outside and start freakin (AOW!) Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it's Leap Year [laughin] She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!) So hell yeah she starts creepin You had her locked up like she was livin in precinct (prisoner!) She want a gangster, nigga youse a weakling She wanna ride fast in the cars while we chiefin (vroom vroom) Just cause you was cuffin the hoe I had fucked her one time now I'm duckin this hoe Please in your mind, never drop a dime but Damn, ain't that some shit? And I just wanted to have a good time Now I got a hoe on my line, buggin! Slow down [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes Let her go! |
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from Jim Jones - The Rooftop (2009)
Here we are all alone in this room (oh) And girl I know where to start and what we gonna do (yeah) I’ll take my time we’ll be all night girl So get ready babe I got plans for me and you Bridge: It aint my first time but baby girl we can pretend, Hey lets bump and grind girl tonight will never end Chorus: Let me take u down I really wanna take u down And show you what im about When I take u now Your body body oohh Your body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take u down I really wanna take you down, take u down Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Verse 2 Pretty girl lets take it off in this room No time to waste girl you know what we came to do (woahha) We got all night to try and get it right, girl I hope your ready, hope your ready, hope your ready I hope your ready babe cause here we go You know how we do (hhoo) Bridge: It aint my first time but baby girl we can pretend Hey, Lets bump and grind girl tonight will never end Chorus: Let me take you down I really wanna take u down And show u what im about When I take you now Your Body body oohh Your Body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take you down I really wanna take u down I really wanna take u down You, freakin oh baby like the pro baby And I bet that you Think you know baby like your pro baby So watcha wanna do I wanna take it down baby nice and slow So bring it lets go baby Let me take you down I really wanna take u down And show u what im about When I take you now Body body oohh Body body up and down So don’t stop girl get it Quit playin wit it Can’t wait no more I wanna take you down I really wanna take u down, take u down Take u down
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
You know, everybody expect a baller but I'm like
Why you worried about balling, 'cause I am balling I'm just ready to blow the bank on you, girl You know, we just splashing them this year It's all about that splash life I still live the fast life, I blow the bank though I got at place in mind, for my move to LA Or my mansion in NJ, we can party in the sky Where you wanna go? From Manhattan to my hood Where my money's never good We can spend it playa, tell me what you want Trying to scoop something nice (Fly, girl) Trying to put you on the flight I'm a jumper, we can do Aruba tonight Or we can jump in the coupe and just shoot for the night She was dancing in the club with her pumps in her hand Trying to tell her that The Trump was the plan Trying to get her out of the club And have her jump in the Lamb (Murcielago) Konichiwa, we can jump to Japan (You like sushi?) Or we can just do the tropics We need more problems cause the money ain't the object Probably get mad cause the smokes in the cockpit (So what?) Chest cold as a froze up locket I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash, let's go In Atlanta, popped up like a toaster (I'm burnt out) Did Miami in the soft-top roadster (drop top) Rose champs, spilling drinks on the sofa (Champaign don't stain) Thank God for the chauffeur Where to little lady? She's my designated driver Bad little B, like the destiny survivor (She's a dime) We can see the sun rise up Speeding to the room in the V getting highed up (Hit that, hit that) Or we can jump through the block Brand new whip, so you can jump through the top Hop out like who got bank Then we blow it all cause you know we gonna ball I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
This shit is fucked up cause
Some niggas call it tough love It's crazy cause You might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive And he just wanna see you do bad See a smile on your face all day So he just acting like your friend When he is really your enemy Or your best friend can become your enemy Through the the jealousy So we call those frienemies Knew him since a child Played cops and robbers My best partner grew up to be monsters Stayed in my crib Ate out my fridge We was on a grind Even wore the same clothes My brother Fucked the same hoes His beef was mine Even had the same foe We was inseparable Joined at the hip I let you get the checks I kept the joints on the hit And what happened The sneaky hating Niggas in your ear And a plan deviating Snakes in the grass Just waiting for the moment Niggas on your team And they're really your opponent Play the game And you know goes booments Mama said friends come by the dozen Know I'm feeling for their guns When I hug em' I hate them from a close From a distance I could love em' [Chorus] Frienemies [Repeat: x2] The ones you kept close The ones you love most Frienemies You know who you kiss You know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies [Repeat: x2] The ones you kept secret You had plans to make it Frienemies I smell danger Over the money Best friends become strangers Bailed you out of jail Wait let me backtrack First you came home Then I got your ass a deal Fresh out the can Signed a quater mill Running through the paper Buying copes and popping pills Money got low You started acting ill You grew desperation Once again you got nailed Someone got killed Conspiracy, and even still I bailed you out of jail Without me you would be facing In a pale, barude nuders You would be Judice But in the process Flew you in the world Put diamonds on your neck Like you were my little girl Put money in your pocket Like you was my son Su Food in your stomach Like you was my son Pooh The streets talk Heard you partnered Tru Now you talking shit Like you really wanna do it A will-wack The type that deceive you Your mama should have told you Never bite the hand that feed you Caught me off guard I met you through my man I let my guards down And accepted you as fam Told you get a chair Let you eat at the table Never thought that he would be ungrateful But guess what I own the pub and the label So if a nigga feeling itchy I got killers on the paper [Chorus] Hope y'all paying attention Keep y'all eyes open Hope I ain't wasting my breathe About this shit that I'm talking about Cause it's so real You gotta watch these niggas around you Cause you never know whose who now a days And all of our love we be showing They might not be showing the same type of love back Matter of fact They might not be in there for your best interest See an alterier motive is hard to see when You've known a person for so long, or You've became a custom to their ways But you gotta stay on 50 You gotta stay on 50 Cause, you got some people that Think like, if niggas is moving fast like that Then karma will get em' But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough To handle the situation But sometimes for us to learn a lesson We go way to far Then the consequences become way too heavy That's what I'm trying to let learn from experience And please don't be naive to the fact that The nigga next to you could be the nigga that set you up for failure Or even kill you You know how the game go And you gotta watch these bitches These trifling bitches man they set you up for failure too You know they're in there for the money man Gold digging bitches It's a fucked up world But you probably won't even get a chance You know, might put you up in a gang Frienemies |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
And they shootin', I must be on top
(It's clear up here) We coopin', we must be inta trouble Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic How I would get the cash, I become so iconable Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel I live the life that's filled with the jealousy Doomed from the start, it's like we born with a felony Where's the longevity, we in the place Where best friends become enemies And foul niggas got the tendency You gotta watch what you wish for I hope to God it's on a switchboard When I'm tryin' to say a prayer And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord See it's just my position Lord Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky Make it rain so I know the doves cry Lord, do You hear me praying When I'm lookin' at the sky? I hope You can hear what I'm saying It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining But it makes me wanna cry I know You can see what I'm saying It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my 'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me We was goin' hard too many bottles up in free-vay You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man t-sway Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days And I can't forget you b-day We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga face And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet? And it's a damn shame because niggas still upset Like chita chala, God musta needed y'all I think about the street dream, saw how we were born But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers That are dear friends of me Lord do You hear me praying When I'm lookin' at the sky? I hope You can hear what I'm saying It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining But it makes me wanna cry I know You can see what I'm saying It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' death to close I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' back to court For the petty little games I really should avoid But it's the calculator risk on how we make the chip Realizin' if I slip, it's a bottomless pit If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile? Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile I thank God that I'm alive to see a black president We screamin' 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit That ain't really even the best of it You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it Lord do You hear me praying When I'm lookin' at the sky? I hope You can hear what I'm saying It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining But it makes me wanna cry I know You can see what I'm saying It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
Dipset, as we proceed what have we here?
Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka One thing to do get money muthafucka I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up Just like a bunch of clothes Hey, ma we stretch work like you touch your toes And in the middle of July we got that summer snow I got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch But the Porsche look gorgeous Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps We bring them whips out We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good If there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh? At this point I don't think they could take it Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety And even though that we been gettin' cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? Sheesh, we are what we are Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line I'm back for mine some more black flyin' The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good And what you do nigga? I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like Raspusha I think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us They all know I put on for Harlem Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level I took 80, blew it on a Beezle Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto The definition of opulence The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit Who would think that this kid from the projects Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic The wrist look like hypothermia set in Pick a club night that the burner don't get in We pop champagne until the club let out I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point? Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
(feat. Ron Browz, Juelz Santana)
[Intro: Ron Browz] Ether boy!!!! Hey!!!! [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! [Verse 1: Ron Browz] We need more bottles tell ma hurry up Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up Know it's me when you see this fur in your area And she call me all night cause you can get it up On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up Only get one life so you gotta live it up (HEY!!!) If you in the things I'm in Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Verse 2: Jim Jones (*Ron Browz)] When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?) Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60) Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (AIYYO!!!) Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that!!!) (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Now we tryin to get up in the club (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rollin with the thugs (We got money bitch!!!) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!) Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Y'all know the order Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!!!) Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go) Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else) We standin on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby) We was ballin hard it was just the ninth inning (Early) He told shorty we could be friends (Yep) And your friends could meet with my friends (What else) And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way SHIT!!! We could get in on three way (Oh) Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep) We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go) Without no shirt, without those pants Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change Spray it in the air make it champagne rain Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool Mami got a body see that damn thing move It's no sex in the champagne room Says who? Baby I'll break all rules Bring it here and I'll break off you She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through When she with you she lyin but she fake it When she with me she like it she never fake it [Bridge: Ron Browz] I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute
With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine Confidence booster all in her mind And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime (Come with me) To the city where my committee chase titties and ass (Are you ready? Come with me) I'll show you where the check break fast and we bust heads fast If a nigga not in single file Run up on him single style Let the thing break him down, you love my methods Take a nigga off the earth if he on my shit list reckless The key copper have to eat proper Bitches lookin' for guidance, had to be proper Tone Capone is the beat dropper The jump off is jumpin' off proper and it's about to get hotter (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) I still rep Walnut street in deep East Oakland The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken Like Mystikal 'Still Smokin The life [unverified] and rent free I never let nothin' live on my mind I gotta grind (Grind) Shine and fight for my grandma And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer 'Til I go bankrupt, steady drinkin' 'til I finish my cup Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections Chosen selections 'cause girl I ain't fuckin' without protection I'm harder than erection Teachers so you study your lessons And advise for that viewer discretion On a scale to 1 to 10, I get 11 Give a toast to the pussy like Devin And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7 I've plottin' on a way to get rich And keep bread out that cock And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head Shots of lead poppin', situation's crucial And every nigga I'm wit is feelin' neutral Fuck, takin' 10 paces and drawin' down This ain't no Western movie Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric, sat the window wit the doobie I'm lookin' at booty, onion ass on the strip You fine but baby girl where your whip, it's jumpin' off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) While I'm outtie on the west, I got the best weed and the best hoes I'm on the block at all times, dressed in the best clothes My focus is money 'cause pussy come natural I only fuck with those that can show me some collateral I deal 'em all off top I ain't a child molester or a killer, I don't need y'all props Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib If yo patna wanna roll, she can roll, I ain't gotta touch I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes And I could have my choice, enie meenie miney mo Bust a nut, get the fuck, play it how it go My main ho called and told me she made some money I said, "Bitch you ain't never come gave it to me" How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach (Are you ready?) (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah
I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious Whoa, whoa, shorty you know you precious Hands down a little more then impressive You could afford to be selective If you've got a man he need to be over protective No games just telling you my perspective I would try to scoop you if I didn't even direct She'll leave a nigga breathless It's not who you came with is who they say you done left with You got a lover every morning there's breakfast And she don't be goin' through my phone like no detective Seeing me with you got them sicka than asbestos You ain't gotta love it they gotta fuckin' respect it If I were you I would get up on some neck shit If I send the goons out somebody's gonna make an exit She come and get me if I get arrested Lil' mama do the unexpected 'cause shorty she's a ridah Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious Every Obama needs a Michelle So little mama won't you be my Michelle Michelle my belle, I want you on my team, can't you tell? Wanna buy you pretty things like bags from Channel Texting on the phone, I got you laughin' on your cell SMH, LOL with a smiley face Talking dirty got me hotter than a fireplace What's the deal? Is you tryna get baked? Take you out the fridge and put your ass on boil Treat you like milk I'll let your ass get spoiled Said you wanna ride I bought you brand new toys So tell cupid that I seen my target, pretty face And a body like a Greek goddess A diva, closet like Neiman Marcus Work on a new fashion before it hits the market Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious Pretty brown eyes don't break my heart Your body's in mint condition We all find now you lit the spark Let me put you in a right position Right now Tell me your fantasy baby and I'ma take you there, yeah So turn the lights out Or you can leave them on shorty, I don't care Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain You couldn't understand how much the pain weight So in the hood we love the rainy days 'Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming We love the winter 'cause we know the summers coming Remember I got locked the same night my son was coming All I could do is pray that they don't take me away And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side They search the car, I had the hammer in my ride A miracle on flat bush avenue I still made it back to say push when she was having you A newer version, a younger me I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free I swear some places I don't want him to be And I swear some things I don't want him to see But new booty, daddy loves you truly So the nights you don't see me, you know daddy's on his duty Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain What's a poor man's pickle? Survive threw the poor Pull a truck upfront and drive threw the store Had to be a felon, hated being proper Read the book of life and satin was the author Still I was the colperate rather be in rikers The bugger had my baby momma running threw them diapers All for that shitting and all them pampers Grandma layed up with all of that cancer Lid paint flaking constantly chipping Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping I vow to my name a bad transmission For getting in the game that's a bad transition One flick, one night I'm ally ally outsin' free For getting you a place with a G A couple heavy shots I'ma newer man ready Go and get paper the hustler with the confetti, I'm ready Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain I can truly understand How life can drain all the passion from a man With just one chance it can change his circumstance And get that money, baby, get that money, babe Let's get this money, baby, yeah Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
This goes out to all my fly ladies, all across the world
You know I love you And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch Sincerely yours, Jones Shawty's like the sexiest thing that I've ever seen She is like a drug and you know Im'a fiend When we sexin', shawty let me Do the different freaky things to her And I like the way she kiss me when we're all alone And like when she miss me, she be callin' ma phone Like where you been? Let's get it in Scoop her up like, baby, let's roll This is for my bitches All around the world and they straight up sexy All around the world ladies can you feel me? That's the girls I like I put your hands up high, I, I, I This is for my bitches All around the world and they straight up sexy All the girls around the world ladies can you feel me? That's the girls I like I put your hands high, I, I, I This is for my bitches From New York, she was summer laid (Like a star) Pretty thang from around the way (She was all) Body like she was from the A I like I like M.I.A High drops that's the way we play Top down major would a made ya day Spending money like a Vegas day |
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from Jim Jones - Pray IV Reign (2009)
See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for
They wanna take this from us why 'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn't trade it for the world And there's no regrets in life, how that sound This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? Main dragon chin chillied up Took the champagne glasses, please fill 'em up Don't be scared that you spillin' it And tell the truth is you feelin' it That's the breeze from the gutta We make cheese cop V'S and burn rubba The latest coop V's got the ladies loopy Indulged in the world so we spend the paper loosely Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches My ice shine bright, break bread wit my niggaz The feds takin' pictures, we call 'em paparazzi I tell my possie vogue strike a pose I hop up in the Rolls, blunt, I'm gonna smoke This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? I wanna tell my problems to the reverend Prayin' to God is there Harlem up in heaven? Gazin' at the stars Ferrari engine rarrin' At the red light and Harlem was the settin' I'm married to a gang but didn't come for the weddin' It started with the dealin' and dreams of four wheelin' Comin' up I ran a amuck in the streets Chasin' the fast bucks, stomach touch gotta eat Now we orderin' breakfast, I'm sittin' at the table Stackin' up my pancakes the syrups on maple I gotta watch my brothers 'cause Cain can turn Abel Gotta watch the money 'cause the thing can turn tables This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? All I need in this world of sin is just me and the pearl twin turbo Blowin' smoke through the pipes, gettin' ghost through the night This is fast life livin', pick a coast if you like The day we cell dope, the night is velvet rope Party with the chicks from the club with hella smoke Whips that we valet soon as we hit Cali Call the more buckets, ask the waitress what's the tally Swipin' all da cash, lightin' up the grass Four Seasons stays, more reason for us to play Doin' sunset the Porsche Caberlay Or the red eye flights like the Jedi Knight in Star Wars This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? |
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from Jim Jones, Ron Browz - Pop Champagne [single] (2008) | |||||
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from A Tribute To Bad Santa Starring Mike Epps (2008) | |||||
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from A Tribute To Bad Santa Starring Mike Epps (2008)
[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that [Ja] Me,it's Ja [Juelz Santana] Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin [Ja] What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right [Juelz Santana] Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good [Ja] It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph [Juelz Santana] What, she asked for my autograph in the class [Ja] I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that [Juelz Santana] you crazy man say word [Ja] word [Juelz Santana] you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that [Ja] I said a dipset bitch [Juelz Santana] a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least [Ja] you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school [Juelz Santana] word [Ja] not cause you that nigga [Juelz Santana] why [Ja] but bacause im that nigga Click to learn more... CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS you all i talk about [Juelz Santana] that's what's up that's what's up [Ja] some of the kids can hardly talk [Juelz Santana] yeah word [Ja] there fore you gotta make it happen know what im talkin bout [Juelz Santana] yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know [Ja] word uncle Ju Ju [Juelz Santana] yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean [Ja] that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight [Juelz Santana] aight [Ja] other than that I just wanna tell you I love you [Juelz Santana] aww i love you too man [Ja] wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go [Juelz Santana rapping] Now that I've got your attention [Repeat x5] Im what the games been missing What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in Im what the games been missing |
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from 누구라도 행복해지는 캐롤 이야기 (Pops Carols) (2008)
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin' The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time Look I'm tryna live everyday like it's Christmas I shovel yay so everyday a *** risk this Blow from the copeyes, feelin' like popeyes 'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit My *** get the same thing every year Different mew new year match the color with they hair And you know it cost kitty if I wear A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah The dogs the fresh London fog this year Put the box up pull out the foxy long hair Fresh ta death might open a morgue this year That's how I'm feelin' holiday season That's the holiday greeting Buy a ratchet for the holiday heathin' They might be doin' holiday squeezin', ya dig? The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time I want it all from racetracks to the ball games Now we race fast in the Porsche thing I gotta ball gettin' cash of the raw cane, I got it And wifey want the super charged range, she got it I think the coupe might do the hard thing for real Gotta do seventy and I pops the wing A little car trivia, every car giddy up like a Clydesdale The mood is right and I'm high as hell Big trucks through the snow like a one horse slay The V-12 come with five hundred horses And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sniffin' the eggnog Pumpin' my *** and I'm whippin' the best cars That's 'cause we get dough So this year mommy Benz with the red bow You know we gettin' dollas like pref low Holiday season so we sippin' on the XO The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time It's Christmas time everybody jolly Feel it blood, everybody wanna party Get ya flag on red rags out Feelin' good pull the red jags out We gonna ball at the red lights Shit pretty ***, blind a ho with the head lights Oh, I heard lotus poppin' A lotta pretty *** with the fishnet stockings Hit the club by the bar route Where the dutches at get the jars out And put the piffy in the air I ain't that bent don't skip me, give it here And we could one two step Throw ya gang up what hood you rep nine tres And everybody spazz out Get blowed homie 'til you *** pass out, it's Christmas The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time Hey, hey, have a very merry Christmas Have a dipset Christmas and a happy New Year |
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from Jim Jones - A Dipset Xmas (2008) | |||||
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from Jim Jones - A Dipset Xmas (2008)
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin' The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time Look I'm tryna live everyday like it's Christmas I shovel yay so everyday a *** risk this Blow from the copeyes, feelin' like popeyes 'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit My *** get the same thing every year Different mew new year match the color with they hair And you know it cost kitty if I wear A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah The dogs the fresh London fog this year Put the box up pull out the foxy long hair Fresh ta death might open a morgue this year That's how I'm feelin' holiday season That's the holiday greeting Buy a ratchet for the holiday heathin' They might be doin' holiday squeezin', ya dig? The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time I want it all from racetracks to the ball games Now we race fast in the Porsche thing I gotta ball gettin' cash of the raw cane, I got it And wifey want the super charged range, she got it I think the coupe might do the hard thing for real Gotta do seventy and I pops the wing A little car trivia, every car giddy up like a Clydesdale The mood is right and I'm high as hell Big trucks through the snow like a one horse slay The V-12 come with five hundred horses And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sniffin' the eggnog Pumpin' my *** and I'm whippin' the best cars That's 'cause we get dough So this year mommy Benz with the red bow You know we gettin' dollas like pref low Holiday season so we sippin' on the XO The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time It's Christmas time everybody jolly Feel it blood, everybody wanna party Get ya flag on red rags out Feelin' good pull the red jags out We gonna ball at the red lights Shit pretty ***, blind a ho with the head lights Oh, I heard lotus poppin' A lotta pretty *** with the fishnet stockings Hit the club by the bar route Where the dutches at get the jars out And put the piffy in the air I ain't that bent don't skip me, give it here And we could one two step Throw ya gang up what hood you rep nine tres And everybody spazz out Get blowed homie 'til you *** pass out, it's Christmas The music's tight, the block is stuffed We're here tonight and that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time Hey, hey, have a very merry Christmas Have a dipset Christmas and a happy New Year |
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from Jim Jones - A Dipset Xmas (2008) | |||||
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from Prince Negaafellaga - Birth Of A King (Ultimate Edition)Prince (2008) | |||||
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from Jim Jones - Harlem's American Gangster (2008)
American Gangster is what i want to be.
The song goes thru my ears,but it's to loud. My feather used to be a gangster in his band. He was a mexaen then he turned into a american. So everyone called him AMERICAN GANGSTER. I became one just like him. I got in a band just like him. I did everything just like him. I came home my mother just stared at meee uh...i screamed just like Him. then i looked him. |
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from Jim Jones - Harlem's American Gangster (2008) | |||||
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from Jim Jones - Harlem's American Gangster (2008)
[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that [Ja] Me,it's Ja [Juelz Santana] Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin [Ja] What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right [Juelz Santana] Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good [Ja] It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph [Juelz Santana] What, she asked for my autograph in the class [Ja] I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that [Juelz Santana] you crazy man say word [Ja] word [Juelz Santana] you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that [Ja] I said a dipset bitch [Juelz Santana] a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least [Ja] you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school [Juelz Santana] word [Ja] not cause you that nigga [Juelz Santana] why [Ja] but bacause im that nigga Click to learn more... CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS you all i talk about [Juelz Santana] that's what's up that's what's up [Ja] some of the kids can hardly talk [Juelz Santana] yeah word [Ja] there fore you gotta make it happen know what im talkin bout [Juelz Santana] yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know [Ja] word uncle Ju Ju [Juelz Santana] yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean [Ja] that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight [Juelz Santana] aight [Ja] other than that I just wanna tell you I love you [Juelz Santana] aww i love you too man [Ja] wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go [Juelz Santana rapping] Now that I've got your attention [Repeat x5] Im what the games been missing What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in Im what the games been missing |
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from Jim Jones - Harlem's American Gangster (2008) | |||||
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from Jim Jones - Harlem's American Gangster (2008)
[Chorus: ]
Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?) 'Cuz I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?) Tryna get my Momma a crib (shit don?t even sound right) Tryna get up out the ghetto Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more (What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'ma get out) 'Cuz a mu'fucka push that GT (Then you what, I'ma come back for the niggas need to be reached for) It's a problem tryna take that from me (You niggas is slippin') 'Cuz I'm packin' heavy metal uhhuh I hear the streets talking funny (shit) So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny) I'ma keep talking money (yup) And all different types (what) The yens and the pounds (pounds) Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows) Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem) I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what) But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain Or I'll beam 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy) Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what) Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay) Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port) And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set) The bitches funny I'm talking bout life (yup) It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right) And we was hungry nauseas for a bite But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup) [Chorus: ] Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me) My next breath was let's do it (kid) Got me runnin' through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next) Best of event VVS and best ya jewelers (new year) Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em) And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what's up baby) Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up (what) Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills) Where did love go? (where) And where does that leave us? (where we at) They holdin' grudges on how they receive us (fa sho') And show the judges on how they perceive us Hate to see a thug nigga whip the foreign features (ballin') Secretary's that Condoleza (yup) Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh) Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope) Ya either leave us or you free us I need money! [Chorus: ] |
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from Jim Jones - Harlem's American Gangster (2008) | |||||
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from Sheek Louch - Silverback Gorilla (2008) | |||||
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from Lumidee - Unexpected (2007)
When it gets messed around with I'm the one, one
Uh huh. Uh. (Jim Jones Talking) I swear it wasn't me I swear that wasn't me I swear it wasn't me I swear baby When it gets messed around with I'm the one, I'm the one It wasn't me I promise This ya boy jones (Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh. ) With a sexy young diva, her name is Lumidee (that's right) (Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh.) She tryin take my game flab and all that (Ooh. Ooh. Oh oh.) But she's tellin me she's up to my tricks (When it gets messed around with I'm the one, I'm the one) And I'll be happy to give all up You know what baby? (What?) (Verse 1) (Jim Jones) Do you get it from you mami? (damn!) Or we can take a trip to Miami Tear the roof off till they flicks spot a lambi (what else) Marcuilago C's with the auto marble piece (ballin!) Don't tell ya moms about me (nope) She ain't gon like that you involved with a g (I'll tell you what) I'll tell you yet, meet me uptown top down Show you the world, that's why we speedin around (Go!) (Verse 2) (Lumidee) You gonna make me (somethin a rather leader) It's kinda crazy (feels like I just meet ya) Up on the dancefloor (like I'm catchin a seizure) Damn, it should phase me (I'ma bout to re-up) (Chorus) All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you (yeah, yeah) All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you (yeah, yeah, come on) Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (you ready? What else?) (Verse 3) (Lumidee) It's so amazing You wouldn't blame me (When he's got his g's up) What I got in store (It's hard to believe) He's gonna want more (He's gon need that ring) (Chorus) All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you (Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.) When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (Jones!) (Verse 4) (Jim Jones) His shoes shoes to my dog New koofs got the partial greys (stuntin) And movin through just like a horse race (see this) She want a bottle so I brought the keg (it's nothin) I stared at her and took a double take (BALLIN!) I told em miss me with that bullshit (that's right) They bullshit ya buck sixty for the bullrus (you see it) We pull them grips a buck sixty so I brought this (its nothin) No offense b, girl I need a boss (you ready?) (Lumidee) Believe that I can ride Keep you by my side Bossy as I wanna be Shit don't even try Believe that I can ride Keep you by my side Bossy as I wanna be Shit don't even try (Chorus) All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you All the things you do, all your lil moves (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Every chick in here wanna get a piece of you When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh.) When I gets messed around with I'm the one, one (Jim Jones) Aye we jus havin fun out here, you understand me? You said you up on everything It depends on how fast you wanna live We live in the fast life cuz we rockstars You up for that? |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007) | |||||
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle
And yet, there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto) Yeah this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused) DipSet forever (shit) We're talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle) Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all) <i>[Verse 1]</i> I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes (no swinging from vines) Diesel by the bundles, and the hard grams of 'caine (we on our grind) D's when they come through; it's hard to get some change Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame (slow down nigga) Yeah I see the traffic, but we dipping on the shoulder (break laws) Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder (dress warm) And I miss you all my political soldiers Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups Damn I know we caught up in the fast life Some life a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe (we pookie out here) Me, I'm still caught up from last night Same clothes from the club, on the block getting cash right (I'm on my G though) Damn, you know this world full of misery (pray for me) Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor B (gettin twisted) Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry (fuck a bitch) That's why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers B <i>[Chorus]</i> Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto (ain't nothing sweet about it) Been there, done that, running in the streets (running wild) Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride I'm trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle) Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams) Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride <i>[Verse 2]</i> For the coke I would sleep hard But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard Was the city block overseer Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria How many pies I done flipped? I lost count How many guys I done gave shit? I lost count Holding, but I can't ignore cheating Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason That's how it is when you make a man That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself Then you shake his hand Man, I'm into catching heavy clams And when Dezzy cans when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands Ain't gonna be right for your picking jet This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I let my temper hit the floor I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls I'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawers My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four, cause If you take us out, the streets will evolve Some niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to survive And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy Niggaz that I thought was friends, really the enemy Dear Lord please grant me the serenity To accept the things that I cannot change Locked up for eight years and ain't join no gangs Been converted to true nigga, I'm as real as they come And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun Put my dick up in the streets, but I'm married to the slums Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum I'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums <i>[Chorus]</i> Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (oh yeah) The jungle is full of everything It's the mother and the father of creation (ain't nothing sweet about it) But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself Do something for yourself, make something of yourself That's what time it is (don't let go) Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life (all my young soldiers) Yeah, concrete jungle I can feel it, I can smell it (sometimes it gets hard) Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power (don't let 'em pull your car over) Now and forever more Making life the way it should be Ain't nothing sweet about it Make me want to scream and shout it But I know I got to hold on, and just roll on |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
<i>[Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim]</i>
BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE.... I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW <i>[Verse One]</i> Now due to me (JONES!) Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!) Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!) What influenced me (let em know)....it was the jewelry Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!) The 80's...big thick rope chains life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA) ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)..... more like a hustler (yep) all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right) Jealousy, envy....gotta watch, they'll spray you up But it was something bout the gun play.... rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!) And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse Two]</i> Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!).... get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke) I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!).... know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!) You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon) And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up! ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!) "I'm in love with a stripper", alcohol on ya brain Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT) When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!) Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN) "Sai Pa Say", on the block in Little Haiti Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?) 2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers And all these O. T trips got me tired drive the wheels til they fall off and I just bought some new tires <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
Now don't push me away 'cause when the first time I met you
Girl, you shook me in ways You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay And because you knew the pitfalls and the tumbles of the game You've seen the spotlight watch niggas fallin' to the fame And all the time you tried to tell me to stay hungry and maintain When I was like let's go half on a baby And if not then lets go half on a 'cedes Drop top coup while we pumpin' sweet sadie Flyin' up Lennox, doin' us, pushin' 80 The road trips, the late nights got you pissed The road trips, the late nights got us rich The clothes that we wear, the place that we piss Run and get shot, we ain't what we sit So if I don't get a chance to tell you Now too often lately girl how your hand so helpful In this cold world girl every man needs help too So baby, I'ma ride and no plans to fail you Please, baby, don't push me away I want you Please, baby don't push me away I need you I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin' I'm tryin' to get to conversation and ridin' 'Cause I'm feelin' your essence your presence Is just enough to let me know that it's destined And since the day that I found you, there's something about you That makes me want to lose it and pounce ya But it's not just your body, it's your mind Your spirit, everything combined And while I got a chance, take my hand And let me show you something real, that love you can feel Please, baby, don't push me away I want you Please, baby don't push me away I need you Uh, now two years done passed, few cheers, few laughs Coppin' Vs, shoppin' sprees gears in the bags And who cares who's near 'cause most of the bitches Would just say you was there for the cash And I ain't scared of your past, I prepare for the future The one thing I ask is just don't tear a nigga coup up You brang the bail when I was caged up And back and forth the court to the lawyer now we case shut You found the numbers in my phone, you was my face but You know what they say the break ups to make ups And I admit I'm getting better with the flirtin' You know you dead sexy when you yellin' and you cursin' You such a hell of a person So when I get home I'm gonnna tell you in person Face to face, I'ma run base to base And then I'ma slide home safe till I make yo body shake You tell me every night that life comes with a twist That I'm in the spotlight and I'm runnin' the risk Hey, you always say love don't come with a kiss It's hard soakin' up game when it's comin' from a bitch But where's my manners, never take you for granted? Never take you advantage, most people don't understand it Is you happy? Look inside humor When you and I together what the fuck they gonna do wit us? Say ya prayer 'cause we destined for glory And when the credits roll it's Harlem's West Side Story My vision of the lovin' is close That's how I want us to be when we doin' our thing Kissin' ya, lickin' ya, touchin' ya, rubbin' ya Tell me how you want me to bring it? Because I know he got limits But baby I don't, and my feelin's they won't Let you get away from me, come stay with me Baby, baby, please, baby, don't push me away When the sunshine turn to rain Baby, I can take away your pain Just call me up when you need some time I'll take you out, break you off like daddy come on You don't have to settle for less And baby, I can give you what you want Just call me up when you need some time And you can get it from me just like daddy come on Shit, so don't push me away |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
Cold sweats from bad dreams
I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life and so we ball out major Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride And due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nike Boy, you talk about my life here Fuck wit OG's that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge Poured off Bentley, looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a shark on land Neiman Marcus edition, contraband Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and Five thousand spent on pants, man Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks I see you clear, my antennas is up And that hand-scale is still in my pocket What you want? Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well, come meet the man that's stamping them bricks Fly wit' the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt Your corpse, flies will emerge Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster And now do you wanna ride or die? Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky I'm drunk staring be, I need therapy The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar And it'll all come back, like grams of the hard You heard of us, the murders, the most shady Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing They try to catch me out of bounds They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town A thug changes and love changes And since 9 11, the price of the drugs changes Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
<i>[Jha Jha Verse]</i>
Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I dont do the ?? Sumthin like a rubber nut Sumthin like a hustler Got it runin through my blood You aint bout dat money Well honey I dont give a fuck trynna ball wit a hoodie on Cost about a stack Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat He put it on me good and I throw it right back Im a Playa Ima pimp I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar And all ya chips Gimme da keys I want da Juice Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too Dey see Im doin me Dey see Im gettin paid I still be in da hood Repersentin for da Days Mercedes wanna hate Try to stomp em Ima Fake O its all in da game But im still gettin cake <i>[Hook (Jha Jha)]</i> If you a G Lemme see You aint gotta pay for da dinner Its on me Lets get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty <i>[Hook (Jim Jones)]</i> We got da cash (Flossin') Buy out da bars(Ballin') Drop da tops out da celing You see da stars (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) I get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) <i>[Jim Jones Verse]</i> Now what bitch dont want me (Who) Young rich G (Ballin') Gun beneath da seat Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin') Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul) Lambergini drop Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em) Easy Just loosen up da bra strap Make em feel sexy Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin) And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little And den you let da V do da horseplay Turn da city streets to a horse race Burn rubber (Vroom) And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe) And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully) So if you want me come and get me Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared) Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea) I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin) I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA) I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat) You wanna ride wit a G <i>[Both hooks]</i> <i>[Princess Verse]</i> Now bout to get it poppin If you ready for us Startin wit dem shoppin sprees Im givin honts so dey know it Who said love dont cost a thing Im from da city where da chicks are thick Blingin on dey neck and wrist And niggas poppin bottles While da ladies rock dey hips You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin To go from lil money flossin To doin super stuntin Im always griindin so Im gettin money Stick wit me and you'll go far Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen You say dat you a G Well nigga let me see I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be I got a sassy mouth And yea I'm from da south And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out I'm best dressed no doubt Lets go it aint no thang Princess im da chick And dont forget my name And this here wont change You betta sho respect Or we'll really get it poppin Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset <i>[Both Hooks once]</i> |