Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
I used to be a polo kid who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did I used to sport it talk about it that`s the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass thug nigga going back to the basic and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up time for war now be a boy what`s the hold up a new candiate for the thug of the year I`m the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
You know it`s your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius and we getting it sitting on serious inches we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison (at the door) bouncers don`t touch us they know once ounces go up they hold up and know what I drink cris let it bubble back I`m leaning on double stack ready to snap Trick already know yall ain`t ready for us we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug I can let yall lay in the mud I battle you partner a spotter that`s hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up keep your glocks up you can`t stop us true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets in truly didited or god got us oh my dream being in da seat daddy `ll trip daddy on green bitch
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Some of these ho`s think I`m manish go head ask me were I got my manners bitch ask your mamie I slap a bitch in minute seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it plus d bout big money get honey lauging that six hundred still running so what`s the cause mayham or murder who is the killer shit I`ll kill ya got money so I`ll make it in court plus I`ma thug nigga and I`ll never get caught bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks plus my glock gon take this shit on top this ain`t no muthafucking hang out we don`t eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house this is thug life not a citcom plus we got big guns ready for change now
Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride half a pill just a hit it gets me high duce tre esclade that`s my style t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
(Trina) I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga
(Rick Ross) I got a, dick game with a mean hustle I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga
(Trina) I got a, couple girls who gon' come f**k I gotta, see the money time to come up I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes
(Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina)) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
(Rick Ross) I gots, no love for a punk bitch I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick I got a, dildo in this bag baby I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby
(Trina) I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo' With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'
(Rick Ross) I gotta, f**k 'em all just cause I can I got her, much hotter than f**kin her own man The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled
(Chorus)
(Trina) I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve
(Rick Ross) I gotta, let you hoes know who I be So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's I got a, trap in the hood called no ID All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
(Trina) I gotta, put it down in a major way I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade
(Chorus)
(Rick Ross) I got an, AK for a bitch nigga I gotta, let you know they only get bigger I got a, hit man for your problems nigga I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga
(Trina) I gotta... show my nigga love Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a f**k
(Rick Ross) I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out
DJ Khaled Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best
Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money
Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto
Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga
Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto
Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it
Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou
Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto
DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga
[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross):] You smell that? (smell what?) That's money I smell money Hahaaa [Rossss:] I know y'all wonderin' like... "What the hell is Flip doin' man" "How he get out his deal?" All you gotta do is take 2 million And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go Hahaaa Cause I get money nigga I'm a fly boy nigga My chain worth thousand grands nigga That's twenty thousand karats nigga (Yeaahhh) Step your game up That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it) I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a sniitcchh But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band) Johnny ordered my watch (watch) And he makin' the band (yeaahh) I be changin' it up (uuupp) Ain't no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat) You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!) And who bought all the hats? (me!) Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yesss) My roof back, my coupe black 50 grand I blew that I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat" Cause
[Hook: w/ Rick Ross adlibs] H-Town! M.I.A.-yayo That's how we do this It's the bosss Multi-millionaire shit 'round here Flip what up?
[Verse 2: Rick Ross) Might cop a Benz (whaaat) Not a regular Benz (Rossss) Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that Watch cop some bub (bub) G's runnin' stacks (stacks) They be year off (off) Bring my money back (back) Yeah I fuck wit G'sss (g'sss) Out in Cloverland (yeah) We talkin' 20 keysss But I don't know the man (Rosss) I'm gettin' cheese (cheeesseee) It's time to shine (shiinnee) I love to flip (flip) I'm flippin' mine (Rosss) Hoes love the smell (smell) They smell the money (money) You wanna smell yourself (bitch) Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss)
[Hook: w/ Lil' Flip adlibs]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!) I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics) I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes I took my liquor money (yeah) And bought another crib (yeah) I got three maids (yeah) That is that fuckin' game Go ask Corn Row (ask him) We do it big right? (right) If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it) I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ??? I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!) 4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa! But
[Intro - Rick Ross] With kush and lean on my breath The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla You Know I'm talkin bout
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O. Shout out to Kenneth Williams - Shout out to E-Folk Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers we each have Shout out to Larry Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech Shout out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Bob Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob (Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This) I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in H-Town Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that This the corner sto', pinnacle of ballin blow In the strip club with 50 grand is all ya know Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C. Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin straight cheese Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun be I met Escobar, my ring one key Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool We both millionaires, let's make some thug moves I'm paranoid it's too much personalia Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure Picture pimp, picture me pimpin the pen With all these pretty scripters that I can pimp with my pen Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya Oh Lord please tell 'em my game will slay 'em Oh Boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor I don't give a fuck about death 'cause death don't give a fuck about flesh 'cause flesh don't give a fuck about mine And mine never gave a fuck about my
[Intro: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)] Okaaaay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this) The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga) He Back (I see ya, nigga) I'm back (I smell that money) I'm back (Yeah) I'm back (Talk to me, nigga) It's nowhere to go
[Hook: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)] I'm talkin Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (Whaaaat) (All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss) All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss) (Boss) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah) Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss) (All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss) All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] I left the? in the house and I let's my bitch drive Twenty dischange I goes to this five No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe Fire up the kush she hit it now this? Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down See that ass from the side that's before she sits down And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packin a pistol Fuck kicked out, bitch I'm tearin this shit down Yeah my chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down Watch that dick standin up, girl it's hard to get down Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress
[Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Smokin us a teefer name of the reefer The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothin I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothin My money so long his money ain't nothin My money in front of me his money just frontin You know the routine in movin a few things Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em Twenty something cars, motherfucker I'm winnin
[Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] Sippin on that Remy outside of the club Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club Yeah them bitches comin with me I'm shinin like a? I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love Chickens pullin on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains Tattoos? ? I debut LeBron James Came back Mike Vick I buried ya dog brains Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin Got the top down and I'm feelin like Steve Austin You know the routine still movin a few things Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans
[Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit 'bout to have the parking lot on smash Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash (She like a gangsta cause) I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far (*3) Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin Always wear plastic baby cause shit happens She leaves the backseat just to freak in da magnum Hopped out the magnum hopped in the tray Just to let the top back and thank God for the day Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say? I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight Still in da streets strapped with them thangs She in love with a G so she tatted my name {ROSS} I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far Ten black maybacks back to back in a lane I'm a make it rain then I'm a make it back You are just a lame lil homie that's a fact Workin with the police actin like ya know me Fresh outta jail already in ya hoe's sheets
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit 'bout to have the parking lot on smash Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash (She like a gangsta cause) I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far (*3) Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
The boss, boss, boss, the boss
Shawty straight diggin me and I ain't even rich I know you niggas on the sideline like ain't that a bitch I'm on my job and I ain't gettin off Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far Got the biggest car spanish broads no bra Call that otha lame for the walks in the park I ain't come to play games I just wanna play my part Tell ya girlfriend to come talk with my dawg We straight G's and we came here to ball Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you count em all Then we off to the chevy fire it up and takin off Baby slow it down cause you movin to fast Ya ass too fine to be movin too fast Back to the thuggin now I'm sippin sy-z-urp All my niggas love it baby that's my w-is-ord Stack for da jeans five bones for the sh-is-irt I don't smoke 28? 800 for da? I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far You can tell by the shon's that's standin by the car
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit 'bout to have the parking lot on smash Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash (She like a gangsta cause) I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far (*3) Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
Ay, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ay Ay, uh huh, yea, uh huh, yea, yea, yea I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I keep spittin', the critics cannot compare me They put it simple, I am Mr. Miami And my lil' pistol will flip over ya over [Incomprehensible]
We the best at best you doin' failing Straight finesse, that's the way ballet That's from sunset we rippin' up Cali Fuck the chips I dip nigga gamin'
Now I'm runnin' from the ghetto bird I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds All I use are my ghetto words I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms
I'ma get money, I'ma flash dough Unique whips will cash grow I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties Dead presidents are runnin' my family
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-boys gettin' money shinin'
Am I talkin' for police because I puff weed? 'Lotta artists some recorded as a Puffy Like a pimp I'ma skip, past the pimp quarter Like a pimp order, pimp I import her
Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter 'Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught her She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder
What the fuck you niggas know about loyalty? Huh 'cuz nigga you the fuss Tell 'em what I said, like I really give a fuck And that big foot hoe needed the hood
Derrick Henderson still sellin' his car Smelled his ass, no Ross just bought another garage Yeah, yeah, they wanna be the boss But bitch niggaz get twist in the cross, I'm the best
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-boys gettin' money shinin'
Thinkin' 'bout my bitch Kandice Kandice was also romantic Club grave, yeah I had cha both While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke
Boss, I need more champagne Limme near piece, niggaz know my chain Yeah, I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain? You could get a lil' pussy, nigga hold my name
Ross, yeah, I go a long way Well paid, baby girl, let the song play I'm lookin' for the next top model Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-boys gettin' money shinin'
Shinin', you feel me Shout out to that hole motherfuckin' 3 0 5 M.I.Yayo Maybach Music, nigga, I am the CEO and we are sucka free, nigga Ya niggaz, yeah, we used to pay ya charge and car notes, nigga
We showed ya niggaz love ya feel me But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, nigga It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga The fuck you think this is, this triple C, nigga Yeah, like I said, baby, I got ten keys on my wrist So have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that, boss
[Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] I needs a real bitch, 365 Let her count the cheese let her see the pies Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond All the death threats 'cause I owed niggas She told me get rest, those are hoe niggas That's a real bitch she had to show niggas 'Cause I was blind to the fact she was a hoe, nigga I'm countin' dough, nigga she'll double count Somethin' come up short she'll point it out Niggas try to holla she'll point it out She'll catch a flight she'll run a route.
[Hook: Rick Ro$$] + (Ebony Love) We got grands in this bitch, girl come & get you some. (Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come)
[Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] She a real bitch so she gotta stunt She get her weave done at least 5 times a month She don't call 'em purses, bitch call 'em bags I don't know the names I know they cost some stacks She deserves this she serves her purpose She saves her juice box 'til it looks perfect Fuck the Aston Mar, fuck wit a astronaut I'm in the gulf stream nuts in my ashy watch I needs a real bitch, I needs a real bitch Ass like Trina & the brains is the business I needs a real bitch she get you what you need She get you what you want she'll even roll your...
[Hook: Rick Ro$$] + (EbonyLove) We got grands in this bitch, girl come & get you some. (Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come)
[Verse 3: Rick Ro$$] I needs a real bitch 365 Let her count the cheese can't believe her eyes Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond Cop the big range let her move in it The condo round the corner with all the tools in it Take her 2 minutes she'll be there & back So when you see that pretty face you better lay it flat.
[Hook: Rick Ro$$] + (EbonyLove) We got grands in this bitch, girl come & get you some. (Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come)
[Hook: Rick Ro$$] + (EbonyLove) We got grands in this bitch, girl come & get you some. (Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come Money Make Me Come, Money, Money Make Me Come)
Trilla I hope your all enjoying yourselfs This is the dj khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian aka we da best aka dade county 305 the movement
We are here forever Rick Ross We survive through Every storm any weather any road block any fuck nigga
We here forever and we aint never gonna stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto Rick Ross is the defination of the slums Rick Ross is the Streets you see Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle i am dj khaled and im gonna stand beside Rick Ross for the of my life through the good times through the bad times see we will never be stopped Never cause we the muthafucking best
Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that haha
[Intro:] Billionaire yeah. You feel me? I have your bitch lacin' up my shoes homey Rollin' them L's up [laugh] Gettin' Money.
[Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life.
[Verse 1:] Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my stand smith Snitches stand clear can't no snitches stand here This reserve for the trill I'm red carpet every year Take a picture canary stones so photogenic No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go & get it Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no But I can't, I get a rush blowin' dough I'm gettin' bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough This Is The Life I'm in a race to get money This Is The Life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me.
[Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A Love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life.
[Verse 2:] Not that I'm arrogant, I'm just extravagant For real, I'm a boss player check my lamineer I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline She love ballplayers hate the dope boys 'Cause we fight dogs call me Jeff Joyce Yeah this the Superbowl of the street shit It's all fast food my niggas eat quick When I seen a million it fucked-up my life Brand new 20 cars party for 20 nights Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives I wouldn't it change for the world This Is The Life.
[Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life.
[Verse 3:] I'm camptin' in the Hampton's Chillin' in a PlayStation, boss 'Cause I'm playin' with them chips that you ain't makin' I ain't fakin' trap ain't fakin' California razors keep me feelin' Jamaican The block bakin' the blunt burnin' I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners Fine S sports for the S Service Fine lip servers for the Triple C Words rhymin' best Can't spell well but I define success I sell well so I make a toast The fallen comrades hold the bottles up We standin' tall fam.
[Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life.
Wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low Real like Scott, storch off from the coke Maybachs were a dream, now it's all real It's hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
Still get the chills, I call 'em the goosebumps Ya Alex, had a vision I'm building like two trumps Step in goosebumps, I'm the main event Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction You see it, these niggas living off the pad Ya, I ran 100 miles but I did it all with class
Hands all glass, wrists all glass Real on heron how long will the crystal last Champaign to pour celebrate the cause Hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers
What's worst a testimony from your homie? Tables turn quick, I told you not to fuck with Tony You started with the dishes then it went to digits I had to cross friendships, it's rules to the business
All the time with a sitar like Gina Beauty salon dream got the keys in the beamer On the way to cheetahs pointing an army Land my spaceship with the spoilers on it
Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let 'em know how a nigga ride 44 with 45s and 64s, half a pill two dimes six folks I need a slice of the pie, 456 as I throw the dice in the sky Head crack nigga, bread stacks, nigga Convertible purp, ya I let my hat back, nigga
Lamborghini's and Mazerattis for mediocres When the lease over back to the streets soldier Call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over When the beefs over mike see the peach rovas
We the eats while we trying to reach each quota No soda rolls rolla one owner Broad yayo eighty grand one corner Luis Vuitton right size don't want 'em
They tripping, I'm tripping in Tiffany stones Get a mop, Peter prop, I'm living it homes Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts 4 chains will put you down with more work
i got a brunch of dollars i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am sight seeing we might be in the codra port or that new white BM home from FAMU with a gorgeous face next semester she transfer to florida state cooking like home etch for financial aid remember mean time my finance is straight i even open up the doors to the panantial states boss she used to fight with her moms till i sat em both down now she's tight with her moms i put the ice on her arm now she know she getting sliced spending nights in milan we still blow weed together cheated on her but we still gone be together with the house on the water hit the beach whenever shs's from the north and still can't believe there whether boss i got a brunch of dollars i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am here i am and here i go why you looking for that other when you got the best the previous was a test for ya now you in the big leagues a black sine brother who wouldn't wanna play for me ya last man was a chump and you can tell him i said it he was talking a lot at first but ou can see that dead it you can see i aint sweat it hell ill even call him my self and tell him i dead it naw please don't confuse me miss im tryina see if i could put you oh my hristmas list i hope you aint offended by this but i think your ass fine as shit and that's straight up real talk all bullshit aside she replied i like to do the wild thang action took place at my place now my place is her place i got a brunch of dollars i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am mo better mo cheddar not the man off your clothes last sweater hoe getter gorilla fuck chuffers i went and got mo killas boss i rock with niggas like fabolous cause he tell the truth baby like fabolous but you make it look glamorous here's spaghetti strapped heals not for amateurs risk quite rocky talk like fixy job like roxy spark that broccoli walk quite aky let me sexy i will save you if you let me fly with me get high as me i love the alphabet girl im a G time will tell rolex watches we show stoppas hoes just watchin i got a brunch of dollars i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am
[Rick Ro$$:] 57 years, yes! Blood for a D-Boy Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowin' seed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule Look at me, a model now Models & bottles 'round A Blood holla' ballin' But the boys in blue, they shot 'em down Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted 'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo Instrumentals that are mental, Maybach kind of mental 400 off the lot, the block is monumental (Boss) Some things money can't buy Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride In the rear, so many instruments I hear Tucked behind curtain, no signs to fear (Ro$$!) I'm higher than a leer / Aaliyah This Maybach Music, designer shit I wear May 'cause you to lose it Close your eyes & inhale the smoke It's Maybach Music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga! 5 ounces, take a toke Of this Maybach Music, the realest shit I wrote Boss!
[Jay-Z:] Young! Fuck it then.
[Jay-Z:] Black Maybach, white seats, black pipin' Remind me of Paul McCartney & Mike fightin' You know, +The Girl Is Mine+ +Life's A Bitch+, so +The Whole World Is Mine+ The 6 deuce long, the curtains are drawn Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts & Rocco's I'm a major player, 40 40's in Vegas at the Palazzo They said it was not so Certain things that money can't buy Like bein' this fly 'Til then I'm just gonna' ride! I'm like G-Rap with better transportation On the road to the riches, reach my +Final Destination+ & the lair, closer to a leer / Aaliyah Say a +Prayer+, hope I get ta' see her When I disappear from here, baby, yeah! But I don't see the endin' through these millionaire lenses Just the 2 M's on the emblem The partition roof, translucent & Humador Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, 2 I store! True story, my closet is like 2 stories Cut to the happy ending 'cause I don't do stories Shawn Corey, real rap The Maybach is bananas, peel back. You feel that? Young! Come on!
[Jay-Z:] Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back Since way back, since way back 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back Since way back, since way back 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back!
[Rick Ro$$:] Boss! Can't be stopped now We got too much cake.
[Rick Ro$$:] They pinchin' pennies, while I'm musclin' for meals & the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack Crab & lobsters, not all mobsters Imposters, got'cha! Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony Can only stay a week or 2, so many people out for me I bulletproofed the Maybach Got a killer's Intuition Holdin' on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition Waitin' on my Suge Knight One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life Guess I gotta' play my part Never will I die, my name symbolize The hustle for young killers comin' from the other side Some things your money can't buy Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride I'm large, my black car Menagin' black broads, massage for frauds I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks In the +Killin' Field+ of hip-hop Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped & dropped! I'm The Boss!
Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby Boss, I done took over the game, nigga Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted, too nigga Jay-Z, wuddup nigg? Yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now
Niggas want to kidnap, leave me in the trunk Walk away with big stacks They jealous of the fortune Glitz and the fame, my cocaine mortgage
In the game like Tony Parker Snow white range and my partner pocket I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem Homie, I put that on my only mamma
Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich Got these broke niggas so sick And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight Say thanks to the D game
In that phantom on that Tupac Ridin' through the ghetto like I'm lookin' for a new spot Naw, but I'm well established I fuck with heroin 'cause it sells the fastest
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
A bitch try to stick me 'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me Naw, I only fuck with the OG's The ones that won't turn you in to the police
On the run, I'm through' wit nigga four keys ID's, passports, it was so sweet Front yard still a car show, blue gotti to gotti, I'm a rocko I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, princess Amunda
To be loved, to be loved, oh, what a feeling for me to be loved
Haters want to murder me and I can smell a hit So it's music to my ears every time I feel a clip I'm a card shark up in a hard rock Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Boss, hit a hundred grand in a day damn Whip that white girl just like K-Fed Got me a white girl, I fuck till her face red Yeah, her food tastes bad, but she givin' great head
Please, let me say that, I really love her fat ass [Incomprehensible] to the dealership, and she can, she can get that My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects I ride with are, in case a nigga start shit
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Triple see, when y'all stoppin' me Told you all niggas in '95, I was worth two million Now it's a way and I got ten in the bank nigga What else y'all got from Nick? I wanna see I need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out
And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly Like that they will prob'ly like Tryna make some kinda moves, man
Yes, I got a Vuitton, four shades, nigga I gotta all new look, alright, you know Ever since I got my W2 bracket, fear me I got plans for you niggas, man
Murder's not a problem I'm the boss, still comin' down, 183rd, nigga They gave you up on the 305, 47 A6, it's all the same game Posted up in front of Papa's And the Maybach [Incomprehensible] scenes Triple see's like, boss, church
[Lil' Wayne:] E-Class! I think we got a problem Yeah...
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew. Big business minus the business suit. Even I look in the mirror like "Is it you?" & I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you. Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes. New coop, no top, big tennis shoes. Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool. We don't get rid of Q We get rid of fools. They said I couldn't play football I was too small. They say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall. They say I could'ntplay baseball at all. & now everyday of my life I ball. & they say it ain't rainin' until someone assassinate & I feel like MLK Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare Now meet the boss of the cartel.
[Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] I'm a 7 9 satan, sittin' on Lorenzzes. & I seem really patient picture the equation. People takin' pictures & they really gettin' fragrant. Flaggin' down my spaceship, sergeant searchin' for a fragrance. Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flyin' saucer on the hasa In the casa just to lay-low. Make more (money man) that the model for the mob, Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job. Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster, Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad. 40 around spendin' doe, flippin' for my kin 'fo Luxury Tax on them packs if you didn't know Bought a new crib, niggas feelin' like I hid. 3.2 but I just did it for the kids. More guns than a pawn shop Got my whole arm rocked. Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.
Still hustlin'... Boss.
[Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Yeah... You gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this. This, this is classic So this shit you might never see again. & we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then. & we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then. & we ain't tryin' to see the pen Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' to see the pen. This is a Luxury Tax.
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I don't ask them baby I just Tax 'em baby Let's go. Yeah imagine this No imagine that. Gave me my sack like, good luck gettin' back. (Yeah...) I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there? & if I'm not careful Leave em the same place they find him there. & I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line Puttin' food on the table like it's dinnertime. & this is what you call stereotypin' about fuck? Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffin' my car? Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar. (So what you got in your trunk?) Oh, just a spare tire. You niggas talked blow While I sold mine. Like a bad crape, it's lockin' up in no time. More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio Case paradise & I ain't talkin' about Coolio. Can't lie, still addicted to the odor Got a ice cold Pepsi But still thinkin' Coca Cola.
[laughing]
[Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Yeah... You gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this. This, this is classic So this shit you might never see again. & we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then. & we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then. & we ain't tryin' to see the pen Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' to see the pen. This is a Luxury Tax.
[Verse 4: Trick Daddy] I'm up early in the morning & I'm dressed in black. Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black. While your half ass lookin' at my pants saggin' I'm gettin' money & my swagin' & black flaggin'. Million dollar status, fully automatic. Heavy on the henny & even harder on the women. If it wasn't for reverend I probably would pimpin' & shit. Pops, my papai, has already hear me. I Tried trappin' shit sent me to prison, Got mad & went to savage so homicide came to visit. I smell gun powder So you got 1 hour to come up with every damn dollar Or your dun-dollar. It cost a ball dogg Especially when the players on your team Consider you as the ball hog. You treat me like Shaq & you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga. But act like you know me nigga.
[Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Yeah... You gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this. This, this is classic So this shit you might never see again. & we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then. & we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then. & we ain't tryin' to see the pen Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' to see the pen. This is a Luxury Tax.
[Chorus:] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better.
[Rick Ro$$:] Let the top back on the Chevy Then I crank up the boom Smellin' Issey Miyake Soon as I step in the room Hundred thousand in jewels That's a whole lotta moves So what's a soldier to do Standin' in his bloody boots Yeah I'm fresh outta boot camp Ain't gotta food stamp Counterfeit bills will get you killed Now where the goons at It's poppin' in Opalocka, floppin' them candy paints Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12's in the 7 trey Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner Still burnin' rubber, bustin' rubbers & these bitches under cover Tell the truth I ain't a lover But I fuck her like I love her Boss...
[Chorus:] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better.
[Triple C:] I be Reppin' My City I be grippin' them cities I be flippin' them pennies Turn 'em to good & plenty I be strokin' that pussy I be smokin' that kushie I be flippin' them flounders They be huntin' my bounty I'm the face of the hood Every place in the hood Triple C's in there Come get a taste of my hood I'm the captain of the corner Khaki's & Coronas Now we gotta show 'em So let's patch 'em up & blow 'em Now, blow the dice, shake 'em Roll 'em, don't throw 'em Hand clap, where it's at Nigga show me somethin' Out in Sixy, Opalock, overtime, city buy You know how we get it Don Nigga, that's how I bet a thou Project Poe, I'm the project hoe That means, everytime I talk, the projects spoke & we in the same struggle So the projects know Gotta million dollar profit Singin' project notes Just know...
[Chorus:] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better.
[Triple C:] This what I'm talkin' 'about right here Poe... Wherever I'm at I'm good nigga, hood nigga First sign of problems, eliminate Wish a nigga would act Like he can't have rappers slip out the boroughs. Rosero with the word, roses hit your mirror Cartel representers, center of the war zone Super cats on the coupe, cover of the whole zone Catch me in the Source, double XL rated Next to million dollar Nextel Workin' ain't trippin' other checks now Super sells, so the pussy's platinum Back to the basics You in danger at 16 with the beam One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7 Got the chopper close by Head buster from the Bronx Rep My City every night Hundred thousand worth of ice Tight work, boy that's life work Crystal clear starin' make your eyes hurt Time for the new breed, Triple C Custom cars & cycles Psycho path for my math Put my hand on the pipe torch.
[Chorus: Brisco] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better.
[Brisco:] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My block I be Reppin' My hood I be Reppin' the locks Welcome to dade county This the bottom of the beaker Where the beach is sexy blue & the cocaine cheaper High 9 5 nigga, Let Me Ride I'm in that dolphin-colored S5 Fire, look at me, I'm Bouncin' with that chick Got the grill out my left fold See how now I live Call me Mr. Stephon I gotta plush seat from Ingo P Just know I Rep My City through Miami's E Yeah, I'm Miami's Baby.... Brisco to Opalocka, goon come save me....
[Chorus:] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better.
[Rodney (Rick Ro$$):] I'm Only Human I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make... I'm a make... I'm a make mistakes. (Rodney, I love you, homey!) I'm Only Human. (Appreciate it, dog!) I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make my mistakes.
[Rick Ro$$:] 12 years old & you dealin' crack Your mama only 26. How she deal with that? Got a deadbeat dad, but he far from dead He never knew chocolate milk make you [...] real bad (Naw!) One thing that I wish I could change Just to see my daddy wavin' at a football game Just to see my daddy standin' when they say my name Walk me to the locker room & say "Son, good game! " (For real!) You make a tackle, but nobody there to clap So I'm writin' down my feelings, never knew it was a rap Our house burnt down, we livin' in motels So no matters how it sound, let me give you the whole tale! Goddamn! Now the tears won't stop! Mama held down 3 jobs. Can she live on top? Never flew on a plane 'til my LP drop So I told her once week that her ears are gonna' pop! (Ro$$!)
[Rodney:] Oh, yeah! I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make... I'm a make... I'm a make mistakes I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make my mistakes.
[Rick Ro$$:] Wake up Sunday morning, wanna see my son He already wanna see his sister, he ain't seen in months I know it's about the dollars, so I'm steamin' blunts At the custody hearin' & I'm clean as fuck! (Boss!) I ain't mad at cha girl, do your thing! Last night I hit the club & I threw that change! (Yeah!) I'm a write you off, unemployed to a Boss! Another young broad, I'll run in there raw! Raw, raw, oh yes I am! Chevy on ground, call it Mex I Can I run D.C. like Leo G In A T L, I keep a bird in the P O T M I A! I'm The Mayor on my J O B You OD'd, O Z's on the C O D Bink in VA, drinkin' V8 Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak the DA!
[Rodney:] Oh, yeah! I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make... I'm a make... I'm a make mistakes I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make my mistakes.
[Rick Ro$$:] I know I'm not perfect (For real!) But I perfected, what I had to work with Trunk full of sack, sayin' my prayers Let me cut the music down so The Lord can hear! Psalm 27, ink tatted in my arm Made me think back, when I was baggin' up a bong Young D Boys always braggin' about the run I was on my 3rd Rolley ? now, I guess we're the bomb! Now it's deep cuts in the club for the watch Might let 2 dimes just fuck while I'll watch! I'm a Delano, it's Tony Soprano I fuck with Chicano's They get it, G, I know!
[Rodney:] Oh, yeah! I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make... I'm a make... I'm a make mistakes I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make my mistakes.
I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make... I'm a make... I'm a make mistakes I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make my mistakes.
(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.
