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(Woman:)
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC. |
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Ross
(push it to the limit) Port of Miami Porting my candy Ain't got nothing to lose (nah) This is part of the family (push it to the limit) Never traffic for fun (fun) Only traffic for funds (funds) All I seen is the struggle (struggle) Its like I'm trapped in this slum (push it to the limit) Niggas were badly paid No water we barely bathed Better be better days on the way That's on my damn grave (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it hard (hard) I'm pushing it south (south) If he pushing the lie (lie) He pushin for Ross (Ross) I waited and waited (waited) I dun ran outta patience (patience) They hated and hated Left em slow dancing and singing (push it to the limit) Fresh in my white tee Mac eleven swear to god I bought my first glock Broke it down and tore the block apart (push it to the limit) [Chorus:] I push and I push (push) I ride and I ride (ride) Trying' to survive on 95 (push it to the limit) Put it all on the line (line) At the drop of a dime (dime) I be pushing them whips (whips) Yes, three at a time (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I handle dope like a Vandal off the banana boat Bananas and the rifles No ? I'm just the man to know (push it to the limit) I paid dues my moves done made moves I'm smooth my suede shoes They new like ? (push it to the limit) Nobody used to speak (speak) Now everybody wave (wave) You dunk your mama house (house) You set your sister straight (straight) (push it to the limit) I'm building a dream (dream) With elevators in it Tell who made the linen No gators got on my hater vision (push it to the limit) I see ya, I see ya suckers (suckers) I see ya clear (clear) I know you see me in that phantom Whiter then ? (push it to the limit) Allergic to broke (broke) Determined to blow (blow) On the boat we hit the working detergent and soap (push it to the limit) We shipping from Haiti Maybe I'm whipping them baby's Let it try let it try to whip a Mercedes (push it to the limit) I'm ranging my range (Ross) In the raging parade (parade) You gotta push it to the limit If you wanna be paid [Chorus] We started minute The money matured My money secured I got bunnies in Europe (push it to the limit) My bubbles be pure Cost like a hundred a pour The world is yours Hundred million and more (push it to the limit) Now I run the streets (Ross) They all mine (Ross) Twelve years over due Call it two time (push it to the limit) I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder (push it to the limit) Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah Or that boy Rick Ross will be ? (push it to the limit) I push and I push (push) We breaking the mold (mold) We push and we push (push) We breaking the hold [Chorus:] |
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| 3. |
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[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough for blow [Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest Ross, stranded on the death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind [Chorus] [Rick Ross] More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts I see the vision, from club vision to ? I get brain, I bust nuts in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes Baby girl, come talk with the boss I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it Lease apartments to get kicked out it Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it We don't take you for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross) Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard) This your last chance (to hop up in that big car) With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star) But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far) This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross [Chorus: x2] |
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Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Chorus] It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 4:34 |
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[Akon: talking]
Convict [echo] Up Front Yeah... Convikt Muzik [Rick Ross talking (Akon)] Ross.. (ohhh) Triple see's [Chorus:] If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga And we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (Hold up, Hold up) I was birthed in the crackhouse But what made it worse every first is a?? Little brother knowin' life illegal No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles I'm gon' find knights and regals Five thousand dollars on the paint just so life will see ya Green cards for the free lunch Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush Big guns for the other side Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide I wanna see his momma eyes I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry [Chorus:] Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns Slap ya in the head I'ma open one African in bed, she just hope I'm done See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs Got poor credit, got whore debit Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic But the four pellets will getcha prosthetics If you don't get it, just don't let it A life sentence is a life sentence All my homies got 'em, they just like business [Chorus:] Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga You "would be" killas, that is "could be" nigga The last minute of your last breath I'm the last entrance right before your last step Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) cop dollas The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga Critics wonder will I last long Even though I showed my ass on my last song I gets my mash on(Ross), no mask on(Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song [Chorus:] Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line |
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| 3:54 |
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[Chorus:]
I'm Bad (I'm bad) I'm Back (I'm back), I'm Mad (I'm mad) I'm strapped (I'm strapped) Nigga What You Want Nigga who you wit Came wit my dogs leaving wit a bitch I'm bad (I'm bad) I'm back (I'm back), I'm mad (I'm mad) I'm strapped (I'm strapped) Nigga what you want nigga who you wit Came Wit my dogs leaving wit a bitch Ain't no limit to the shit I start Automatic start on that big white car. Pearl pink jar nigga you cant rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. Spots, I'ma get my stacks. This crack coming back like that income tax. Told you once he told you twice. You need more than a knife You wanna rock that ice. I'm bad, magazines up the ass. Stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo ass. He a flash, all black mask. Rapping ass nigga talking all that jazz. Ride up on hI'm show hI'm how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown butt naked and he pound. Tell the truth that nigga be ripping, ain't it man. Just got a Chevy and I got my shit painted man. [Chorus] Used to be on the corner, on marijuana. Now its marijuana from California. Big buds, bitches wit big butts. Big BMW's home of the dick sucks. My Bob Marley is bumping like bitch what. My money bumper to bumper now bitch what. I'm bad I'm back. I'm mad I'm strapped. Nigga what you want nigga who you wit. Came wit my dog leaving wit a bitch. I don't see no nigga when I'm on the grind, all I see is hoe niggas when I'm on the grind. 45 no nigga, know I'm holding mine. I'ma knock his ass down if its own his mind. Tell the truth that nigga be ripping ain't it man, Just got a Benz and I got my shit painted man. [Chorus] B for the bullets in niggas who gotta die. A for the addicts and junkies who getting high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks. B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the dick, dick that I slang. Since money talk, I'm addicted to my slang. B for the bang. A for the K. D ditch the car for the smooth get away. I'm bad, I poke yo ass in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. Laying on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you acting like a bitch gotta go gotta go. Tell the truth that nigga be ripping ain't it man. Just got a hummer and I got my shit painted man. [Chorus] |
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| 4:40 |
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[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 1] As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know that I'm ballin They call me the boss, I be calling the shots It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin a lot That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just swim New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh Scuff your shoes, wipe em down Now get back on your two step Stunting is boss Shining is boss Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss That dime a boss, She fine as a house And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss [Chorus] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 2] I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me Oh no, 'cause of my chain 'cause of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring 'cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it I'm a floss, I'm a winner You the loss, all these niggas Sprinkle soft 'cause I'm the pepper and the salt Whatcha feel, whatcha like Whatcha want, what's your type I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night 'cause I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost You's a boss, You a boss [Chorus] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 3] Before the block got whipped And they Pistol got ripped Before you got any chips You got permission from the boss On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid 26's on the old school Pro tools session Got the old school ho's Acting brand new sweating Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage Two a day, super pay Stupid brain from a model Triple see a hundred deep And everybody got a bottle Got a bottle full of purp Full of work, no leachin' Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason I'm the boss [Chorus] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like |
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| 8. |
| 4:21 |
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Ladies you are now tuned into the very best
Sho' Nuff songs Jazze Phizzle Rick Ross Let's go Daddy Rick Rizzle M-I-YAYO [Verse 1:] Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt Gotta car full of work, nigga pocket full of hurt Choppa on the front seat, sucka if you want beef I'm in dade county, I'm the mayor you can come see Look here I'm well known, what you say? (I'm well known) Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong Otherside of the bridge, niggas die just to live You want a beach, don't sleep 45 to ya wig Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride wit me M-I-Yayo on the map now it's my city Pullin out the Seven trey, ever-other day Got bout 40 in it, hit ya hoe for 40 minutes [Chorus:] Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low [Verse 2:] Niggas know how I does, neighborhood full of thugs Everybody sellin drugs, task force duckin us Load up the big guns, got so many which one? Everybody get to buy a house when the bricks come Hoes know my whole name, famous for co-caine Yea I'm bout to blow game, but I'm bout to blow mane Rick Rizzle clockin' dough, inventory gotta go If a nigga want it hard cook it like papa doughs Fat boy super cool, got something you can move When I did what I do she got like a swimmin pool Oh boy real wet, so boy hell yea I'm a millioniare but where I'm going I ain't there yet [Chorus:] Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low [Verse 3:] Go on let ya top down, fuck it blow a couple grand Treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand Club Rolexx (lex), you can stunt yo I stood on a rolex smokin on a blunt hoe (ross) I'm heavy mane, off in this chevy game Dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything Take it back to the block, triple see across the top In an oldschool motor brand new out the box Got bout a hundred killas runnin' wit a hundred niggas Tell it there to ya face, don't nobody want it wit us Niggas dead broke, they better shake it off Skycap ass niggas mad that we takin off [Chorus:] Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low |
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| 4:32 |
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[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash [Repeat: x4] Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) [Repeat: x4] Where my money? Never try me like a thug If you do you better duck I'ma hit em' in his body, Somebody patching you up I'ma bust a nigga head, Somebody wrapping you up When I ask you for ma shit, Nigga am I asking too much? Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce Its dirty, you can tell the truth I'm dirtier than a reverend Fighting internal revenue I'ma get mine, You can call me Uncle Sam Used ya for your services, And I don't give a damn Slap bush with ma stash All these taxes and this cash Got these bitches selling ass Homicide for the cash Homicide for the cash Riding around gunning mass Summertime son of Sam Triple C gon gun you down Twenty birds on this surb Posted up on the curb Got a lot of pistol game So we at ya A-Day If you owe me a dime Boy you better give me mine Cause I'm pulling ma nine With one thing that's on ma mind [Chorus] Still waiting on the call Homie supposed to be my dog It done been more then a week He caught himself running off Yea he bought two, two But I fronted another three, three But I'ma get him marked off for no less than a quarter key Yea I broke him off, Now I gotta break him off He think he using his head, I gotta take it off Therefore I'm loosing his head And then I'm taking off Mashing in the grand national Wont break it off Lemme break it down I see fifty off a chicken Every time I break it down Bad little Bitches shake it when they break it down Lemme break it down I Broke it down, To the smallest slab Cause I'm so fat I got the fiends calling cabs I'm out here for my stacks I'm out here for my stacks From the side of the bridge, You gotta cross the tracks Dade county D Boyz at yo front door Three in the morning and ya know what they knocking fo' [Chorus] I'm like a professor, I weigh and I measure Triple beam on the dresser Couldn't be fresher Cookin's my pleasure Cookies my treasure Hustle couldn't be better Muscle you couldn't measure Niggas feeling the pressure Pressure they bust pipes I'm cool with your bitch Your bitch fuck nice (See I need that) Fly hoes on my team (See I need that) My hoes will gimmie anything Grinding back in Savana Climbing back through Atlanta Shoot the making, See what shaking My shit white as Miss Vanna Its Rick Ross Rolls-Royce when I floss I'ma big boss And I never took a loss (See I need that) (See I need that) I might of took a loss But it wasn't like that (Ross) So I'm back on my grizzle Got the streets on sizzle Its Ricky Rizzle The rich nizzle the rich nizzle Now bitch [Chorus] |
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| 4:06 |
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Sometimes I rhyme slow
Sometime I rhyme quick Sometime I buy blow,so I supply bricks Motherfuckers looking at me sideways But can they tell that I'm getting money fly ways, lot of leatherwood, and they seats vibrate, chatting wit a bitch like your boys on Myspace, But she right here in my face,take her to a fly place, With a fly fireplace,no marshmallows, We let the dro burn, I dun seen the world, Girl its you're turn,I told you lies all my life, But you hold me down wrong or right, So its only right she get that Porsche truck, All black black rims call her Porsche, Let you're weave blow in the wind, 'cause believe every d boy need a friend [Chorus: Mario Winans] When can we, get away and enjoy each other, Get away and explore each other All I wanna know is,when can we, Get away and exchange our feelings, Keep it poppin like a movie screening, I only wanna get away [Rick Ross(verse 2)] In into heavy dope, I don't kiss very ho, So when I like a bitch, I am miss Mary o Feed alarios, sip ever glow,wit Gloria, That's a fine and humilio, baby really though, Its you're best bet,they'll be 6 O's in my next check, Wit a gun in hand I've always been a money man, Crack running man,fat Randall Cunningham. Look here I'ma tell you like this, We need time just to kick it like this, She licking my lips,she digging my kicks, So we did it like this,its rick Ross I'm the man of the hour, She love to make love,and we can in the shower, Back against the wall I'ma stand like a tower, Every time I'ma stand like a tower [Chorus:] Sometimes I rhyme slow sometime I rhyme quick, Sometime I buy blow so I supply bricks, You can't look me in the face girl, When you wrog ima put you in you're place girl, My money long,I got money just to waste girl, My money home and it up to my waist girl, I really love how you shake girl, You're like a phantom I love how you shake girl, Rick Ross ima real nigga, You can feel the realness when I deal wit ya, Baby I won't lie to ya,I'm to honest I promise I won't lie to ya, That otha bitch finished wit, You're the 1 I'm heavy dealing wit, And its candlelit can you handle it, 'cause I can handle it,so lets handle it [Chorus] When can we Oh you don't have to be alone, No not anymore,baby when can we I'll Take you anywhere you wanna go baby All you have to do I say yes to me, Say yes to me o,say yes to me baby, Say yes to me girl,and ill do anything anything for ya |
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| 11. |
| 5:06 |
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Ya See Sugar I Been Yernin To Hold You Now I'ma Be Strate Up And Down Witcha 'cause Dats The Only Way I Know How To Be Now Baby Ima Ask you One Thing Can I Hold Ya
Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat: x 3] Met Her Down At The Mall Me And Boochie Copin Gucci Boochie Dats My Road Dawg Flippin Chickens For The Sushi Musta Been A Freak Alone For Baby Gurl To Read My Zone Or Them Red Monkey Jeans Dat Made Her Wanna Ring My Phone (There Dey Go There Dey Go) A Big Ol Pack Of Pretty Bitches (Ther Dey Go There Dey Go) We Dem Niggas Wit Dem 6's (There Dey Go There Dey Go) Countin All That Freaky Money See This Freaky Money See This Weaky Money Look At Me I Cook For Her Then I Make Her Cook For Me She Make Me Cook Her Lobster Tails I Make Her Go And Cook A Key Catch A Flight First Class Don P Every Glass Next Year We Private Jets In The Clouds Havin Sex Cum Once Cum Twice Rick Ross dumb Nice Baby Gurl Take Sum Advice And Cum And Fuck Ya Boy Tonight Come Fuck Wit A Fat Nigga Baby Fuck Wit A Rap Nigga Baby I'm On My Way Its Time Ta Hitcha From The Back Baby Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat: x 3] Bundles A Bags So My Woman Can Brag Bell Habor Bell Boys Say Ima Wonderful Dad Excellent Pimp Salty The Shrimp I Went And Bought The Benz Same Kind Thatcha Rent No Minute Man This Dick Long Term I Lov Ta Get Brain Girl I Wanna Learn You Could Show Me That You Could Teach Me Things Welcome To The Mall here's Ya First Pinky Ring 20 Karats 20 Grand Paris Hilton Lennin Bed Cocaine Drug Lord Live At The Vibe Awards Sittin On The Third Row Call It The Bird Row I'm Next Ta Birdman Young Jeezy Kirk Blow We All Legends Legends In The Game We Wuz At Legends Back In The 90's Maine Now I'm Like A Ghost, In The White Phantom Take Her Home Fuck Her In The Wife Manner Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat: x 3] Fuck The Games Girl I Need A Super Freak She Soakin In The Sunna I Smokin On A Leaf When We Come Together I Always Do My Job She Let Me Hit Hard Hit Hit Hit Hard I Stroke And Stroke I Poke And Poke We Rope A Dope She Won't Let Go I Giv Her A Stack She Givs Me Pleasure Wen Baby Gurl Down Wit Me Its Wateva Fuck Dat Movie Shit I'm On Dat Puchy Shit Downtown Shoppin Hot Shit I'm Coppin F Crown Hold Up Fresh Brown Rover Hitcha From The Back Fuck And Flip Ya Lik Ya Crack Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat; x 3] |
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| 12. |
| 4:01 |
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Let me think back to '96
When Booby had the realest *** feelin' like a *** They go for 20 hours gettin' them for the 17 A lil' G, look at me, I was 17 Born on the side of town where them killas ride around Pull up on the block, put a block on tied down *** in his pants and he stand like, ?*** you I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do? 36 *** got me ridin' Lexus Chevy at the crib, hit the *** from Texas Dade County D Boy, deals on the *** Triple see, da mafia, they kill when I say so Before I rolled a zone, I could court a zone I had to feed myself, *** I was on my own Now I push *** bigger than the President I'm at the White House known as my residence I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out We in the White House, House We in the White House, House Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I got a hundred a them things *** right now We in the White House, House We in the White House, House I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now I don't f*** with p*** n***, took my s*** to Jigga Man I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire Money on my mind, I'm a trill *** anyway I slap a *** now for anythin' Motha*** the other side, *** bleed deep That's my opinion, wanna know what the *** think? We load up in 'em things, boy, I'm a head busta *** the music, where your real muscle? I'm in the White House, White House I'm in the White House, White House I put a hit on them ***, they gettin' wiped out They gettin' wiped out and not one at a time 'Car full of dead black males' read the headline I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out We in the White House, House We in the White House, House Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I got a hundred a them things *** right now We in the White House, House We in the White House, House I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now I'm the fruit of the loom, I be flyin' in Lears Give me fruit and I boom, supplyin' for years I'm on top of the world, I'm gettin' money Hundred grand in a day? Easy, I'm gettin' money Pull up real slow, I let the haters watch I at a steak place, they in a state of shock You n*** goin' fishin', I gotta play the shark You better play your part, you ain't gotta play apart Got a *** that will tear your whole day apart That sticker make them sit like a Saint Bernard I'm in the White House, time to close shop Inventory, wiped out, boy, dat with better glocks I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I call the shots, I can get your a** wiped out We in the White House, House We in the White House, House Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I got a hundred a them things *** right now We in the White House, House We in the White House, House I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now |
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It's what I'm talkin' 'bout right here, Ross
This make it worthwhile and we *** Triple see's All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months, now I'm tryna get a block *** football, I'm goin' down another path Couldn't past the test, to tell the truth I couldn't *** with Math Did get a scholarship but I blew that Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To the hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes Get life on yo' cell phone Quarter *** box of soda, Ross whip that Career criminal, fo' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up, boy, get them brands up Daddy died from cancer, I never had the chance to Tell him all my plans to let him *** a danca Smokin' *** in Amsterdam with his grandson Damn, why he passed on me? My last homie I went and bought a bird ***, I want some cash, homie All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood I never wrote a n*** coat tail Made her took a dope self, *** it, *** oh, wells Smokin' on that classified, rollin' in that 'Lac of mine You know my mind stay numb to the world half the time Thinkin' 'bout Land Rover, damn that was f*** up Found him in the trunk with another dude f*** up The world f*** up, that's why I'm f*** up Don't get f*** up, f*** with me, ya f*** up B***, I'ma ride, b***, I'ma die When I holla 305, b***, that's on my life We got a 40 in the car, a choppa in the crib The grenades down the streets, you gotta get it how you live I know n*** turn 1 into 2 And they do what they do and boy, them thangs move Fish scale get the big mail In the room full of work in case they came when they inhale All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood It's time for me to cash in laughin' Like Martin in the Aston Martin When I park it, I can see ya b*** heart beat So roll out the red carpet Roll up the purple s***, black Navigator flew Gotta shut ya f*** mouth, don't irritate the smooth Thinkin' of a greater way to build a greater flow I hope she got some great ***, that's how I grade a *** White Beamer in the hood shinin' like a star Flip this half a ***, go to the club and I'ma buy the bar Do it twice a week, f*** b*** on the other nights Promise E Class, we'll never miss another fight Hundred in the bag, 5 birds, I'ma grab Turn 'em into 8, keep me a clean half Bakin' soda in the work works wonderful You see your dreams come true, this I promise you All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood |
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| 4:16 |
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[Intro: Lyfe Jennings] (Rick Ross talking)
It's my time (Rick Ross) It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man) (Dade County dope boy) [Verse 1] I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce Ten years later time for me to cash out You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid My mom reminisce on the late nights When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white '96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer Daddy severed his relationships I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit Who ever thought that I'd make it rich? The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys' I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing) It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time [Verse 2] Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent? That's in the nature of being a nigga Being beat down, then able to get up Being let down, then able to sit up Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers You'll be working for the state like you they laywers Stay loyal, your time will come... For you to be free and shine like the sun I'm so blessed, to be in this position Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper... I'm so blessed, to be in this position Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper... [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing) It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time [Verse 3] Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard That's the rules of the game for the underdog Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!) I left it in Gods hands... Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan" I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen" Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall See me fell, in the hell of shells Expired, no liar, I live the tale I look forward to working with all the real niggaz I look forward to looking back on drug dealing I look forward to making my momma smile once Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth I'm loading the guns... Who running the South? I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door I got my money right nigga, and I want war [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing) It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah) It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!) (There'll be no stopping me now) |
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[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life , nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, all mine [Rick Ross] Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky Sitting at this table, why, to take this Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (right) Hoes used to call me small time My clothes ain't know what to call mine No logos or no tags in it No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it Way before my first key My nigga E showed me How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga) I know my mama pullin' overtime Pocket full of dimes So I'm out here pullin' mine [Chorus] [Rick Ross] You can't close shop, not on my block I'm 24/7 like IHOP Came from the bottom to the skybox Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper Just an example, by an ex-trapper Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days This life and nothin' will ever change that I love the game and we'll never give the game back We lost a lot of good niggas in the game But in the game, all the good niggas get a name I got a name, everybody don't die the same Like all dope don't fly the same M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them things It's like the people want me to come fly the plane [Chorus: x3] |
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Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Chorus] It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Chorus] |
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[Chorus]
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard me Yeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout me I tell u one motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley (who) I gotta few slugs don't temp me (ah) Khaled put me up on the firm mats (Khaled) I'ma million dollar nigga lets confirm that (Ross) I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas) N the matchin' huned thousand dollar bracelet (who) Mo' guns then the matrix (matrix) Neo reload get ya face twist Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases) Cartel mo' cars then the races (races) A-K's on a lear jet (g-4) Rick Ross I'ma Real threat [Chorus] Standin' in the blue house choppa in my right hand Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms He bouta get jammed by the open locker goons I found a needle in the hay stack (hay stack) Put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back Now I'm known around day as the young don Ain't no bitch made pussy's where I come from (nah) Ain't no dick ain't stoppin' shit 8 pound on the pinky bird fat on the wrist (On the wrist) so far so hood When the rounds hit his ass it ain't look so good (so good) Now he leavin' in a black bag He a roach the bris be the black flag And don't leave ya dope round me Straight gutter 4real ask ya homie bout me [Chorus] Fat paper bag brown paper bag Rubber band green paper cash (yep) Fuck with 'em get the laser tag Yall niggas better wave a flag it is ova I walk wit a hand gun ride with more From it must been a coop or somethin' Since I love her I'ma put some candy on that hoe I go topless no panties on that hoe (see) yall niggas think its sweet sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth Like that boy I got guns where guns ain't suppose to be You need to get a full dose of me (I'm crack) yeah [Chorus] Niggas low I'm illatic (whoo) Know who you dealin' with (whoo) Fuck ya pretty whip you niggas ain't killin' shit Every bird I whip fuckin' every bird I'm wit I'm ya makeveli sucker where that murder hit Yall niggas ain't trill (trill) Yall niggas know the deal (deal) Yall niggas wanna deal (deal) What you talkin' is irrelevant (relevant) Shit a leave a whole in a elephant (boom) So if I got it them I'm sellin' it (sellin' it) Need cheese cake like Frederick (who) U hear the rederick prick u not a predict Rick in a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross) [Chorus] |
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| 4:09 |
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Psalm 27, Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom I shall fear? 'cause I have sinned The Lord is the strength of my life Whom shall I be afraid? And before I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami' There's a lot of my brothers and sisters They stumble and fell That wasn't here to watch this come to pass Since I can't do shit else, I'ma say a prayer This was 12 years in the makin', no side deals wit Satan I'm dealin' wit the Maker, straight up A lot of homies ask, what's a prayer? A prayer is what kept me focused 12 years A prayer is what saved me, I should have been indited Now my kids know Jay-Z A prayer is what kept me here when them bullets cut the air I fell and I just said a prayer A prayer is like medicine It will heal wounds, ask Bush Veterans Big holes in a nigga's side Snub nose, 45, homeboy, just close your eyes Put your hands together, bow your head 1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am So I repent my sins, forgive me 1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am I swear to God, I've done some things in the past If I could, please Lord, I'll help you bring 'em back I feel pain, man 'cause I can't speak on it That's why I get so many songs, I can't sleep homie Tattoos for forgiveness I might not get it but forgive me I'm here and I'm fightin' like a motherfucker Triple see excited like a motherfucker Say a prayer, put the weed in the air Thank God once again for makin' me a millionaire I thank God for makin' me a millionaire Put your hands together, bow your head 1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am So I repent my sins, forgive me 1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am I used to get stacks off the hoe zone Now I'm back to back covers for the ozone [Incomprehensible] the magazine, Billboard goin' strong Rollin' in a Phantom wit mother mother Rolling Stones You stuck wit me through thick and thin Sittin' back, got your mama sittin' in a Benz Make you damn near wanna cry Low '95, stack money like homicide Bloodshed after midnight It's just me and this weed tryin' to get right It's bloodshed after midnight It's just Ross and his kush tryin' to get right Put your hands together, bow your head 1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am So I repent my sins, forgive me 1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am Ross |
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