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from Undisputed (언디스퓨티드) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
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 |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
(RR) Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
(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 (Chorus) |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[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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[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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[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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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
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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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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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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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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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
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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[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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(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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[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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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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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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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
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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[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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[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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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
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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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
(feat. Rick Ross)
[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 [Hook] |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
(talking:)
(cocaine cocaine), I'd like to introduce you all to (cocaine cocaine) UGK, UGK bitch my man Bun B Pimp C in the house y'all, put your hands together Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow, (cocaine cocaine) (Pimp C:) Uh the bitch, been good to me Been bad to my homies, keep it cool with me I played it by the rules, and the regulations I use to switch cars with the Mexican, at the gas station Mine had money in it, his had the work After the deal was done, I make my girl pussy squirt Cause after the deal, we would all celebrate Happy cause it wasn't no jacking, and the product was straight I never came, with the funny business That's why we steady playing in Jags, and Benzes Some niggaz, let the city eat em up I was just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot I'ma hit it with the Sprite, and make that butter lock Everything was cool, I was ice cold Till I let that bitch, get up in my nose (Hook: x5) Cocaine, cocaine (Bun B:) They call it cocaine, coc-a-ina, yayo Coca leaf, whatever you wanna say bro Cocaine is a hell of a drug, it ain't hum-drum And we all know where it's at, but where it come from The mountains of Columbia, and Peru Extracted from the coca leaf, but see that shit ain't new It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch You had kings, queens, princes and princesses Even priests and popes, fought to getting it in different instances A privileged possession, for dozens of centuries Helped a few wars, legal and illegal industries Grown by the cartels, protected by gorillas Transported by the best, to the ghettos to straight killers The power of the powder pimping, you don't understand Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine (Hook x5) (Rick Ross:) You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'fucker Got a pocket full of hot, it's hotter than a mo'fucker Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog Big dope in the trunk, following my Map Quest Choppers in the white house, pistol on my lap yes I remember, when I first met that wonderful girl Club Rolex, she fathered my mother a pearl Spinning wild living foul, diamonds all in my dial Pimping style, but they yayo got me wearing linen now Getting paper, paper plates on convertables And my yayo to P-A, that work'll move Ricky Ross, only fuck with legends Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle perfected I could ship it to ya, or you could come and get it Just bring the cool million with ya, when you come and visit (Ross) (Hook x9) |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
I got my money right, I aint nothin nice,
its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Everythin safe, got a walk-in safe Treadmill rappers still runnin in place All these meals I can share my plate Flo Rida full yeah I already ate Plenty to give or take Im bout business Make no mistake baby serious this real estate froms a million inches away my postition im cuttin cake im the chef in the kitchen late from my recipe bill its on the essence of haulin weight Dont worry bout a dolla don dolla with the prada aint no problem if you swalla you a scarlet you get holla grand pieces I got em I get em ballin like sucka consider the show stoppa Im holdin it down propa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) My life is straight Im livin good I aint hurtin for nothin Im not the riches in the word but im workin with somethin The escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons They keep the tabs on they curb when i come through stuntin Thats Brisc best to believe it seatin on skates Im the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face Big B's makin it rain no need to hate Got beef, loadin them thangs, grip the whole case I got my money right and Im livin up some rubba bands Hit the club heavy with, bet i spend a couple grand (couple grand) On pictures, shove the keys on the hand When Im on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Itch in my jeans im gettin braid everyday bitches thicka than venus i told Serena she can train got my money like a train is always on track got my money more than fame so that explain the all black all black, made back and in the back of em im getting on people wanna bill a case on me fuck it just bring it on they only made me (stronger) i muscle my money (longer) still husslin out of the (longer) just tryin to take out my (longer) gotta a bottom nigga holla on my holla on my southern my revolver like a blocka doing pacha bell hour im a shove it non stopa all the shit ima cocka so i can dick it cant stopa doing tricks for big poppa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[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) [Outro: Rick Ross] Boss |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
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 |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
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 |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
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 |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Lord knows I ain't perfect. [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$$:] I know I'm not perfect (For real!) But I perfected, what I had to work with Trunk full of sack, sayin' my prayers Let me cut the music down so The Lord can hear! Psalm 27, ink tatted in my arm Made me think back, when I was baggin' up a bong Young D Boys always braggin' about the run I was on my 3rd Rolley ? now, I guess we're the bomb! Now it's deep cuts in the club for the watch Might let 2 dimes just fuck while I'll watch! I'm a Delano, it's Tony Soprano I fuck with Chicano's They get it, G, I know! [Rodney:] Oh, yeah! I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make... I'm a make... I'm a make mistakes I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make my mistakes. I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make... I'm a make... I'm a make mistakes I'm Only Human I'm a man, I make mistakes I'm a make my mistakes. |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
(feat. Lil' Wayne & Trick Daddy & Young Jeezy)
[Lil' Wayne:] E-Class! I think we got a problem Yeah... [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew. Big business minus the business suit. Even I look in the mirror like "Is it you?" & I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you. Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes. New coop, no top, big tennis shoes. Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool. We don't get rid of Q We get rid of fools. They said I couldn't play football I was too small. They say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall. They say I could'ntplay baseball at all. & now everyday of my life I ball. & they say it ain't rainin' until someone assassinate & I feel like MLK Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare Now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] 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. |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[Sample:]
Come & take a ride. Come & take a ride. [Rick Ro$$:] Billionaire Yayo. (Justice League) [Rick Ro$$:] 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$$:] They pinchin' pennies, while I'm musclin' for meals & the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack Crab & lobsters, not all mobsters Imposters, got'cha! Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony Can only stay a week or 2, so many people out for me I bulletproofed the Maybach Got a killer's Intuition Holdin' on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition Waitin' on my Suge Knight One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life Guess I gotta' play my part Never will I die, my name symbolize The hustle for young killers comin' from the other side Some things your money can't buy Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride I'm large, my black car Menagin' black broads, massage for frauds I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks In the +Killin' Field+ of hip-hop Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped & dropped! I'm The Boss! |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[Verse 1: Rick Ro$$]
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) |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[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. |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
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 |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[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. |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
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 |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[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 |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
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 |
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from Kevin Rudolf - In The City (2009)
Welcome to the world, welcome to the world You got your popstar, I'll be your rockstar When it’s a suicide, you call it superstar Check out the forecast, predictions won't stop You get your fifteen, and then they take the spot Let's go, let's go And then you're ready to go Let's go let's go Cause it’s the end of the show Let's go let's go So just get ready to go Let's go let's go Let's go let's go All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now you're coming down to earth Ok, hello, welcome to the world She saw the bright lights She caught the fever She got contagious She never leave it So no more time spent And no more free shit In fact this free ride has reached it's destination Let's go, let's go And then you're ready to go Let's go let's go Cause it’s the end of the show Lets go lets go And when its over, you'll know Let's go let's go Let's go let's go All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now you're coming down to earth Ok, hello, (welcome to my world) welcome to the world lifes a tour, im so sure the ex will come before you exit girl no more games, I confess far from lane i'm just so fresh while cubit lee(???), it’s the big boss you get on the block, mr Rudolf Kevin! 2 stars, hold your applause Hold it down to yalls all guitars Half my life I sacrifice But I only came to party tonight New chicks, get my drinks up Every weekend we can link up New rings, with the big cuts Only be the best sport, get your mix up I took my time she love me, me such When she closes her eyes its what she thinks of Boss All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now you're coming down to earth Ok, hello, welcome to the world Welcome to the world, welcome to the world, welcome to the world, welcome to the world |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
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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from Def Jam 25: Volume 5 - The Hit Men (2009)
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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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
(feat. The-Dream)
[THE-DREAM] All I want [RICK ROSS] Every time I call she just come Cuz every time I call she get to cum Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done When I used to keep a roll of dem bitches like which one (one one) (its the boss) (radio killaaaaa) Its not a dream baby (radio killa killa killa) Or is it a dream [RICK ROSS] She graduated from the school of arts Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks Roughest niggas with the coolest cars Sophmore year had a 1st minaj Better dc like go barrack Girl drunk it like a fiji and she blowed my socks Every night she comin thru for me to fuck that Found out she had a man I holla fuck that Better give dat boy a bus pass I see no competition baby girl a must have My letters hinted on my mustache The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass Good dick may a chick wanna cut class The way I'm knockin on the door they call it trespass She my dime not the one I wanna curse at Lookin fine real diamonds on a cutglass [CHORUS] People call you blind (people call you blind) But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl) Your all thats I'm my mind (oooo yeaahhh) All you need is me girlllllll [HOOK] All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you [x4] Who can hit it more faster Im talkin authentic orgasms Film that play it on a big plasma Back to work juss a little bit faster She say life is a journey I need mine juss like my atourney I get sued like a nigga switch shoes Long money but he gotta a quick fuse Ride slow but I'm in a quick car Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture Baby girl my money good Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood Time to give that boy a bus pass I see no competition girl a must have She shines like a diamond Motivation for morinin [CHORUS] [HOOK X4] Swade pea coat with the gucci trim Knew it was him by the gucci brim We gotta do it B I G I'm tryna hit the lottery in V I P Green leafs in my shot glass All night soul team had cirrock add Aint nothin you can tell me I'm on them hills like I'm jonathan kelsy Told her friends that she felt me We mad love thru the love hate lp You my josephene baker May need morphene the deeper that I take her I'm a back breaker another text bracket Benz maybach her Green bay packa My life a movie so tonight thats where to jack her [CHORUS] [HOOK X4] |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
To deal with a dude like me baby
you gotta be the H B I C The Head Bitch in Charge calling all the shots baby Can't be scared to gamble gotta role the dice Feel Me Scared money don't make none Shawty look I know my ego looking 40 foot Big chain not talking bout the naughty look Ming guardedness' I'm going for the sparty look he young And rich and bitch that go without an argument my kicks Brown now I'm looking for Rihanna nem Smoke junkie kush funkier than Parilament What's the problem then girl fuck ya apartmint Move in with me on the beach now you top ten You could do the spa see the new These my feelings and I'm really feeling who you are Baby light brown with the right smile first lady And she ready for the white house Baby you do shine just like I do just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond envy of all your friends These moves that we're making got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl oooh Baby you're The Boss's Girl Baby you're The Boss's Girl Stretch limonzines tall waterfalls valley at the crib my cars I love'em all boss lady she the head bitch in charge She ask for head first so she gets it off the top champagne pop rubber band knots millionaire I know that other man not let her call the shots She want me on the top and the way I want it It'll be a month before I stop Kinda walk funny stumble out the pad Snap of her finger niggas picking up her tab walking through the mall Got me carrying her bags I gotta pause cause the mutherfucker bad Baby you do shine just like I do just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond envy of all your friends These moves that we're making got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl oooh Baby you're The Boss's Girl Baby you're The Boss's Girl Cruising down Collins knocking Trick Daddy When I'm upset all my niggas trigger happy Do me a favor watch your behavior Cause them insanes will send you straight to your savior Looking at my savings baby I can save ya Take ya para sailing straight to Jamaica ya man a bot boy What the bumble clot you deserve better 6 car garage Come in late night airport as I take flight I'm your air jordan we the world champs come and ball with us Gotta take my time my time when I put it all her Baby you do shine just like I do just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond envy of all your friends These moves that we're making got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl oooh Baby you're The Boss's Girl Baby you're The Boss's Girl |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
I fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em twice
I fuck 'em three times, change your life Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz With a real nigga in it, ride if you wanna win I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Sellin' dope, countin' money keeps my dick hard Time to bust it wide open for a big boy Big yellow thang, all black boots Money like Mariah, Rihanna hair due Mind on the money but this bitch so fine Took my eyes off the money, watch this bitch the whole time Mind on the money but this nigga so fly Time to jump up in that Benz and ride that thang the whole time I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face Doing twenty miles per hour 'cause I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face Sittin' at the green light 'cause I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz With a real nigga in it, ride if you wanna win I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face I does it like a boss every time I pull it out 'Cause she catch it like a glove but it's all over her mouth Excellent face, excellent pase Number one nigga, baby, you got excellent taste Nice condo, I'm talking forty flows It's only me and Gucci maybe forty hoes I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face If I fuck 'em more than once, baby gettin' lace She gotta car, she gotta job She's a lucky girl, my shinning star Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz With a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thangs That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face Sittin' at the green light 'cause I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em twice I fuck 'em three times, change your life |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me Well, that's somethin' I gotta see Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my success To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin' Hundred rounds in da drum Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off I'ma boss champagne with the steak Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case Brisco line, 2 young niggas, what it do He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through That's love, we go back to the blue house And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house My Maserati be da new body Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party I got her sleepin' in the king size Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying My nigga so street, my swisha so sweet All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed Brisco line to young nigga, what it do Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through That's love, we go back to da blue house And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying Nigga how I'm livin', damn near dying For every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout that I aint never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga Never seen a laptop in da projects nigga Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum Fuck shit, ma nigga don't want this Who dat, who dat behind the curtain I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz niggas Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shit It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line Said he got a couple nuns, I told him Grab two koo, bring 'em on through You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy Yeah I murdered all of my foes contract killing Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling Midst of the war I piss on graves Kids get graced by my piss poor waves Never could imagine it living with perellis Should of check ya rear view made a better resonance Wack yayo caught him slipping while he snort dust Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano With niggas pay me the model Sway Louis on my feet still running the street And I never missed a heartbeat Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don't mean nothing And why they calling it riches Im addicted to watches Mama telling me stop it Got 1 over 50 50 you better watching Do him in cold blood Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves Beat the case like orinfa Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog Live on so I still bark In my earliest advance I'ma kill ya Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy God wanna see you niggas in a Bentley Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don't mean nothing And why they calling it riches I'm addicted to watches Mama telling me stop it Got 1 over 50 And keep 50 in my pocket Limousines for the don I'ma three as the charme Flee red carpet chilling e on my arm Purple rain smoking haze smoking weed call it purple brain I'm in the purple label daddy got a purple heart Not in the service but I'm swerving in a purple car Whats the bitch needed all changed I go and buy a new one cause I'm sport man Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don't mean nothing And why they calling it riches I'm addicted to watches Mama telling me stop it You know I'm totin the rocket So don't make a nigga popping |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
[Rick Ross]
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes) Trust me she lying if she denying she love me Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross) Platinum petron come take shots with a boss [Chorus: Robin Thicke] If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalalaaa I want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way Nananananaaa What you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa Just take off your clothes and just lay back All you gotta do is just lay back Would you do this for me baby Just lay back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa [Rick Ross] Girl I'm bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever Shorty what's on your brain, cause whatever is clever Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris never shopping in clearance, don't make me embarrased She never a bird, but baby my parrot Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots My house is her home, I made her a palette Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter Shawty brace yourself, it's only getting better [Chorus: Robin Thicke] [Rick Ross] See shawty laid back, so we laid up When I fade to black, we always made up This shit ain't made up, look what I'm made of Look what I made brah, don't owe no favors Have 700s, first one to get it My car's a virgin, first one to hit it Hit the rim shop, get 'em to the hood Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP We spending money, I'm talking slick I hope she ride me, I'm talking stick [Chorus: Robin Thicke] [Rick Ross] I'm too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight Man ain't treating you right his bank account can't be in sight Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush No need to lie, baby you need to fuck [Robin Thicke] Came to get it started girl Put my hands all over you girl I touch you put my lips on you girl Na na na na naaa |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof? Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof That boy had it hard no facade its the truth So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top These hoes so excited they catching every drop I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money looking funny in the light But who really cares we just throw it in the air Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese That boy get salad beef bout movements BM dubs on them big things looking foolish Shawty sitting low big things popping Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops Fuck one time I gave her to the block I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit 1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls If I drop another album I did that for my dogs 10 Maybach's everybody riding big I just sit back like look what I did Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness Once I said my prayer everybody back to business Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you Cause kill you niggas when I'm bored We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush And making sweet love to every women that you lust I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain't asking for a cent Burn the house down gotta buy another Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker To another chapter paper that I captured Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny Women love to stare cause they know they see the money I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
Justice League
It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this Maybach music Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it I'm living it Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile Try to figure out my style, baby, that will take a minute But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid So we back to playin' tennis We been goin' back and forth She the one that I adore So I tried it in aurar Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a G I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs Fresh outta flight school 'cause I'm fly right here Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares? My money long, my nigga, my money strong If you ain't gettin' money Dat mean you done somethin' wrong Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it in This living is so magnificent Stop dreaming it, I'm living life Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes And I never phone ahead All she do is hear the pipes Project bitches, upscale kittens Fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits Maybach money, so I always had a vision I would always tell ma niggas but ain't nobody listened Words work magic, haters wreak havoc There ain't nothin' on my back but the delicates of fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring Sean Don for my crew Bad hoes in pursuit, masspike on a two Gunplay, he a glue goon wit a attitude Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Go in tha way, two ends away This livin' is so magnificent Stop dreaming it, I'm living life Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style When I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile Nigga, you a clown, here's the number you should dial Ye start wit 305 but we end at four pounds Stop at [Incomprehensible] Old pound for life is a [Incomprehensible] All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down Money is a must tommy guns on a bus Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck Wear red all the time but really I'm color blind Wanna catch my attention, nigga, throw up a dollar sign One time for tha Crips, young G's buyin' cribs And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip The game never change, money still a focal But it's time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total Like Rev Run in the tub still smokin' In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living is so magnificent Stop dreaming it, I'm living life Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
(t-pain)
Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music (kanye west) Martin luie the king junior Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh B i was a lie he probly had a 2 tone With the gray pup'on anything ye' poop on Will explode cuz i am the xxxx and This is my commode uh oh there they go Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight I just remembered that my lime light extra bright I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike We know who not getting no sex tonight And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right? So all that xxxx you talking dead coffin Like the weed coughin new crib loftin Where it`s at austin where is that texas What`s in front benzes what else lexus Well whos maybach is this mr. west`s (t-pain) Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music (rick ross) Boss Kush burn like petroleum crib meak custodians Shades or no shades bees made of rhodium Used to be the o-smoke hoes call it o-lo Now i got so many horses xxxxxxx call me polo Fifty seven sixty two tell me how you wanna move Ya you know i got them both beat yuh xxx black and blue I was barely getting pretty women now i scoup emmy winners like kitty litter Any winner fended in em like a slender nigga Lookin in the mirror i can see the real contender Celery for even gregory im on my dinner So what the xxxx was you tellin me other than your gender Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of Yea ross (t-pain) Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music (weezy) Well alright haha All black maybach im sittin in the asshole Classy as a mutha still gutta like a bad blow Benjamin franklin on ex how dat cash roll Dats right them billz due like damn clothes I eatcha meal to we dont feel you And we be strappin up like the navy seals do Sweet as a bannana split everytime i peel through Fresher than will smith and uncle phil too Watchin t.v. in the maybach in traffic I'm on my feet like tough actin' tinactin I'm runnin this ish you should try tacklin Lil wayne in one word immaculate You see the biggie see the jada 2 pac and him The curt cobain and andre 3 stacks And then im back to doin shitt Like i do sing maybach musik (t-pain) Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music Lyrics by camcam |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
This is mafia music
And a Maybach that is Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby Boss [Avery Storm:] The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Rick Ross:] Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch Every bird boss take it to another notch Bitch I'm busy baby go and suck another cock Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot Guns in the attic mama help me put 'em up She'll pull 'em down, tell you quick to hit 'em up Load a hundred rounds, bring it back she'll fill it up Like the time when them niggas payed us counterfeit He count chips but that trick may have got 'em flip We ain't playing man slang for them dollar bills Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill [Chorus: Avery Storm] Miami nights, I'm livin' the life Because I'm rich off cocaine Because I'm rich off cocaine The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothing but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Rick Ross] How you seen a kilo started at a eight ball First 48 to homicide ain't soft Comin' from where hoes fuck ya for your paint job Catch a case and daddy let you know you can't call Coppin' 20 ki's gotta be finicky I got a tendency to send 'em up to Tennessee Black Infinity to condo right on Venice Beach I watch 'em snort a powder all while I'm chillin' sippin tea Lemons and honey, millions and money Gucci, Louis Vuitton, specifically homey My women imported, I'm never extorted I'm very important, 20 grand for the mortgage [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Baby mamas I hate 'em They just want you to pay 'em I'm in love with my babies Maybe mad that I'm famous Don't be raisin' your voice That's another retainer Know you missin' a nigga Know you missin' that anal Know you missin' that Prada How we did the regatta She miss callin' me daddy Daddy drippin' in dollars Daddy did it in Vegas Yeah I gotta connect I get em ten a piece as long as I keep it correct Vacation to Haiti It nearly broke my heart Seein' kids starve I thought about my Audemar Selling dope ain't right I put it on my life Chickens put me in position to donate the rice [Chorus] |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Seventeen, tryna man up Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool I don't owe you niggas nothin' Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the seven Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects And still my talent is yet to be challenged Had new jet with my own pilot No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled My mom stressin' college but my crude sense of logic Did a lude to my empty wallet Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord Which could mean a sentence up north Where the homie was but back then Doe was like a hoard it goldie love, it didn't exist And office foley cuffs was after my wrists Was not Beverly hills where we chilled Imagine this, the nas 'n' rith had to get from rags to rich I used to stand on rooftops, with two glocks Figurin' how do I turn my timbalands to clocks Now reptiles was left out about a watch What is you thinkin'? Murk you Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest Jamiacans Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects If you ballin' physics, nigga money never flow Meanin' every day I'm livin', tryna stay on flow Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross Handlers managin' money, they never come across I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved AK47s singin' win or by sum or you fall? I dealt with brawls and those willin' to sell their soul Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes Ask ma feddi grow, fuck a feet of spaghettio's I'm club poppin' in Cali shout out to Ariel Somebody dim the lights, triple black tuts 'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence Get their baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits Ma nigga got a dub an' love to do the push ups I got a million cash tryna get the kush up Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
The meek shall inhieret the earth
That's what the bible says I need it. Walk like a giant Talk like a tyrant Faith of a mustard seed destined for a triumph David or Galaith Hate me or admire Kush burns slow as I chase my desire Embrace my empire Batta boy eat fire Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27 Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon be the devil Be him cause im clever Beat him at whatever You never was a G nigga unit ain't even together New York's unified down south love that When we get to shine? motherfuckers where the love at? Real niggas getting money betta log on Think the games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone [damn] Imagine when this song gone When ya phone off there's only one to call on. |
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