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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Chorus [T-Pain]:
Tell me what do you see When you looking at me (woooahhhh) who im mission to be What I'm destined to be (woooahhhh) I done been through the pain and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor And all the above All the above (x7) Verse 1 [Maino] Listen Really what do you see When you looking at me? See me come up from nothing, To me living my dreams I done been to the bottom, I done suffered a lot, I deserve to be rich, Headed straight to the top Look how I ride for the block, Look how I rep for the hood, I get nothing but love now When I come through the hood Getting this fortune and fame Money aint going to shame The new benz is all white, Call it John McCain How the hell could you stop me? Why in the world would you try? I go hard forever, That's just how I'm designed, That's just how I was built See the look in my eyes? You take all of this from me And I'm still gon' survive You get truth from me, But these rappers gon' lie I'm a part of these streets Till the day that I die I wave hi to the haters, Mad that I finally done made it Take a look and you can tell That I'm destined for greatness (Chorus) Tell me what do you see When you looking at me (woooahhhh) what im mission to be What I'm destined to be (woooahhhh) I done been through the pain and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor And all the above All the above (x7) Verse 2: [Maino] It's easy to hate, It's harder to love me Ya'll don't understand, Ya'll quickly to judge me Put your foot in my Nikes, Picture you livin' my life, Picture you stuck in a cell, Picture you wasting your life, Picture you facing a charge, Picture you beating the odds, Picture you willing to bleed, Picture you wearing the scar Thank you for making me struggle, Thank you for making me grind I perfected my hustle, Tell me the world ain't mine You've been seein' me lately, I'm a miracle baby I refuse to lose This what the ghetto done made me I put that on my father Tryna hope for tomorrow When I think that I can't, I envision Obama, I envision the diamonds, I envision Ferraris If the world was perfect, All my niggas behind me Ain't you happy I made it? That I'm making a statement? Take a look and you can tell That I'm destined for greatness (Chorus) Tell me what do you see When you looking at me (woooahhhh) what im mission to be What I'm destined to be (woooahhhh) I done been through the pain and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor And all the above All the above (x7) Verse 3 [T-Pain] Now up on the spot (spot) All the way from out on the block (block) I hustle hard cause it's all the same And you know that crime don't stop Just 'cause I rose to the top And everybody knows my name Still grindin (still grindin), Still hustlin (still hustlin) No more pain (no more pain), No more sufferin (no more sufferin) To my ladies and my shorties and my thugs, and the dancing starting to love All the above (x7) |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Intro:
Oh shit, my nigga Home (What up my nigga) Maino,What?s up my nigga, aw, shit You've been gone 10 years nigga, what?s up man (Yeah, man, you know what it is) Yo nigga We on nigga Lets get this money, man Straight up man lets get this money Yo check man, yo for real, let me tell you Verse: What up my nigga I'm happy that you home I missed you, let me tell you what?s been going on Since you've been gone a lot of things changed We came up getting real money off of 'Cain Enough shit, whole team eatin? off of drug shit You like a brother to me, you ain't got to touch shit Ah, shit, I believe every word you say FAM, But listen to me though I got a bigger better plan Look man we can get up in this rap shit You jokin' right, go 'head with that wack shit Relax kid, we gotta use tactics We can get rich, we ain't even got to clap shit. I'm saying though, but you ain't no rapper, yo (I'm not) Exactly but none of that matters though Cause I can fool them, with a little flashy flow Look, kid, I'm only after dough (I know) We have to blow, you know why? Cause we goin' give them real shit Young nigga, Old Nigga, Bet you they goin' feel this Think about it we already going hard We gonna start a movement and name it Hustle Hard Hook: So what you wanna' do What you wanna do I gotta car with a trunk full of money and its all for you Man, I'm back to life You welcome home nigga you deserve to be right (Repeat) Verse 2: (phone rings) Hello? Maino, what?s up? Who's dis? Who you think it is, daddy? Got to be yo bitch Ok You home now what?s up with tonight (Umm) Nigga you gon? give it to me first right I need that dick That 10-year dick Imma freak you, might bring another bitch (Wow) Look, nigga, pussy, you can have that Imma give you everything down to my ass crack Damn its like that Its like that I like that You like that You a king baby, Imma treat you like that Yeah, I hear you talking like you on the right track After I see my P.O. Imma hit you right back Hook: So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Got some bomb ass head and a soft bed all for you Man I?m back to life Welcome Home Daddy you deserve to be right (Repeat) Verse 3: Have a seat, and no standing in the corridor Glad to meet you, I?m your parole officer Says here you?ve had some mishappenins? Jermaine Coleman, drug related kidnapping Now look captain, the rules is easy Every week you gotta come here and see me Get a job, can?t find one, see me Gotta test, here?s a cup for you to pee pee I?m not a friend; I ain?t trying to get to know you And since you like to hang, here?s a 9 o clock curfew Trust me, Parole is for real Act up and Imma put your ass back in jail I know the drill I wasted half of my life So what you gonna do to bring a change in your life? Imma get it right from doing bigger things Got my mind right, on to million dollar dreams |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
<i>[Maino:]</i>
Just when I started to feel like there was no more hope-is when hope presented it self. And just like that my life changed. Man, so I guess tomorrow really did come. Yeah, tomorrow's here Ohhh! Yea, look at me now! That's right I'm happy baby Lets celebrate <i>[Hook:]</i> Stand up now Hands up now Look at me baby I dun came up now We dun came too far to give up now Pop more bottles lets do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Yea, feel the wind breeze See the palm trees I could feel the clouds in a drop GT Who would ever think I would make it out the street? My whole life around drugs and the Police Remember nights I was stuck in a jail yard When I couldn't see the sun through the cell bars Now my whole world changed and it feels odd Can't believe it, this is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in and out of cages Now I'm in that S6, feels like a spaceship We gon drink for my homies cuz they ain't here One more for my niggaz in the pen, yea I coulda been a ghost but I'm still here Can't forget where I come from, hell yea <i>[Hook:]</i> Stand up now Hands up now Look at me baby I dun came up now We dun came too far to give up now Pop more bottles lets do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! <i>[Verse 2:]</i> To the top now Im a pop now I got both feet planted Can't stop now Mo' money, fast women is my lifestyle Look at me buying everything I like now Never thought that I would turn my life round It's like a crap game, couldn't put the dice down I was hopeless, heart broke, and guilty I was raised off of oatmeal and grilled cheese If you been where I been you gotta feel me An example of what a street dream means Man I made something out of nothing Started out hand to hand on the block pumping Look at me now CO, you see me now PO? I dun came up, now I'm CEO Career criminal, against all odds I climbed out the dirt, now I glow with the stars <i>[Hook:]</i> Stand up now Hands up now Look at me baby I dun came up now We dun came too far to give up now Pop more bottles lets do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! <i>[Verse 3:]</i> You wanna eat Duke? Nigga me too I cant preach to you if I can't feed you I'll tell you what though I hope these words reach you Cuz you never know where life'll lead you We gon party for my niggaz that died young Too soon, never seen the other side son I got homies that been locked up since 9-1 And I'm thinking man, that could've been my life son Floatin in that big body Benz Starin at the stars Look how lucky I am I could've been dead I could've been gone I guess I am blessed, look at where I came from <i>[Hook:]</i> Stand up now Hands up now Look at me baby I dun came up now We dun came too far to give up now Pop more bottles lets do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! <i>[Repeat]</i> Thank Yous... Yea I see you nigga, whats poppin? Ay! Don't even turn the beat off man, let this bitch breathe Let me ride out with this for a minute, you knawmean? I want to talk to a couple of people man Victory smells so good from here man! Dyko! We talked about this for a long time homie. Don't it feel good? We told these niggas we was comin man Hustle Hard! Yea! This for all my homies locked up, you nawmean? Cino Mike, all my niggaz that might not be coming back home for a long time man All my dead homies, ya'll with me in spirit you feel me? You gotta put a G in office, I told em, vote for me! Mouse, wussup nigga! 3-80! Yea! We told em man, you knawmean? That black flag.. I see you killa, I see you watchin me nigga Karl what up! I see you over there reading your shit nigga. Thank you my nigga! you feel me? It's been a ride, it's been a ride man you knawmean? Yea.. Brian Berger. Brian Berger! Yea.. I see you man Ay! Check this out, I'm a dedicate this right here to all the jails I been in All the years I was locked up, you knawmean? Look at me CO, you see me now PO? Yea nigga! 92A5456, that was my number right there, ya heard? Haha Now I be getting head from all kinds of motherfuckin industry bitches now Nigga what's poppin? Victory nigga! we made it This right here is for my future, man Zane! Zane, my future I love you too Z, I aint forget you Yea, my momma, look, hey mommy listen check this out You never thought your boy was even gonna get here did you? You never know whats in store in life you knawmean? But this is for my family, all my family, Buddha I see you man Cam what's happening? I see you man Yea, N.A. Not, look at Fats Brooklyn! Bed-Stuy all day man Yea, uh-huh Let me holla at Atlantic Records real quick Management Inc. Jean, what up! Marsha I see you D, you thought I forgot you nigga? Yea, look at baby bang bang Don't turn this motherfuckin beat off man It feel too good, you don't understand what it took to get here man! Yea, haha, aww man, word. Leon JD Ay, feels like im forgetting a few people, huh I just want to say to all my niggas, everybody that I love My nieces, my nephews, all my niggaz in the struggle Getting money, getting shot, goin to jail, comin home On parole, running from the law, running from the police All that, right Fats? All that nigga! Yea! We gon dedicate this to every police officer that ever arrested me Wassup! Wassup police officer? Look at me now nigga We shinin now man! Yea! If I forgot somebody, I love you, please don't.. please man I'm doin this off the top of my head, I love you though. For real We celebratin nigga, we poppin bottles for this. This is to my dead nigga, on my dead they cant stop us! I'll tell you what though man, we just getting started my nigga We just getting started, I am the future! When you look at me you see where the game is going you feel me? We gon pop up on these motherfuckaz man They thought we was playin huh? Ay Jean! They thought we was playin when you told em I was the future Yea! Plenty more to come nigga! Plenty! I speak for the hood, I am the voice of the street. Yea, it's a black flag city all over. Maino! Get used to me! What you think man? What you think? What you think? When they face to face with a real nigga huh? You face to face with a real nigga now! Yea! I am the truest! Haha Ohh! Big shoutout to New York City! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here man. Yea, Uh-huh I dedicate this to my father, has gone away Uh-huh. All my dead, all my people man. Let's get it! I'll be in here all night! I'll be in here all night! Haha, come on man! Come on man, you gotta stop playin man, I'm gone man. I'll be in here all night I LOVE YOU! |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Yeh, Feels like I'm floating. True Story.
<i>[Verse 1:]</i> Look, I had a homie that used to tell me I would blow But he died before he got to see me bloom Got killed, never thought I'd see him go No funerals I don't even wanna go At his wake man I was just standing And had the guts to see him in the casket Damn, that's my nigga in that casket In a million years I never would imagine So I'm going out looking for my dawg On the block getting bent for my dawg God tell me why it hurt so bad Why you take "little buck" why you take "Rare" So I'm up nights cryin' on and off again Drinkin' Henney, it makes me feel strong again I don't wanna spend a day sober I wanna feel numb all over <i>[Hook]</i> It feels like I'm floating on the clouds man (I'm High) Things got to fly away (no lie) I'mma drink my pain away (Oh god) Let me see another day Now we goin' get (right right right) Let's get (right right right) I feel so (right right right) I wanna get (right right right) <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Look, have you ever heard the cries of a broken man Stared into the eyes of a hopeless man No lies look I know this man True Story I had went down on Gates Ave Stray bullets flyin' out every where Put my lil' man Moms in a wheelchair And I don't even know what I should say to him Cause I feel like, I can't relate to him At the hospital, my eyes waterin' Give anything to see Cory walk again. Type of shit makes me think about giving up Put my pain in a white Styrofoam cup I won't drink cuz' I'm thirstin' (hey) I drink cuz' I'm hurtin' (hey) Greygoose got me stumblin' Man, I don't wanna feel nothing <i>[Hook]</i> It feels like I'm floating on the clouds man (I'm High) Things got to fly away (no lie) I'mma drink my pain away (Oh god) Let me see another day Now we goin' get (right right right) Let's get (right right right) I feel so (right right right) I wanna get (right right right) <i>[Verse 3:]</i> Yeh, and I don't wanna feel no pain no more. Somebody tell me why when it rains it pours Feels like I'm wastin' my life away I'm high and I think I can fly away More Hennessey, Niggas smokin' weed Can't hardly see, whats in front of me What is wrong with me, what it's coming to Somebody help me look at what I'm going through I need another shot of patron I don't wanna face the world on my own I got friends that ain't never comin' home They call me and I try to tell them stay strong He said Maino my life is all blown My son gon' have grandkids when I come home Damn, I could feel his pain through the phone And all I could tell him was <i>[Hook]</i> It feels like I'm floating on the clouds man (I'm High) Things got to fly away (no lie) I'mma drink my pain away (Oh god) Let me see another day Now we goin' get (right right right) Let's get (right right right) I feel so (right right right) I wanna get (right right right) |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
And my gangsta ways
They hung off they guns And made it to the grave Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Verse: Listen I got real niggas that love me, fake niggas thats hatin?, mad bitches that want me Mad bitches that want me, snitch niggas is waitin? Old G?s sayin? how I remind them on how they used to be If you never heard of me yet Better get used to me Tho mo? money for guns, the mo? homicide The mo? pussies that run, the mo? Imma ride Cause since Poppa died, I was starin? eye to eye With them gangstas, those niggas you idolize I was young & blind cutting class wastin? time Til? my nigga introduced me to that other side He said listen you plan out what you wanna do You out thinkin? you grown you got a lot to prove Ain?t nuttin? free in this world You gotta take it fool, you wanna roll Good here?s a 22 You see them niggas right there Shoot them And ever since that day, I?ve been a shooter Hook: Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit BG Verse Oh, I?m a baby gangsta, you name it I done it You heard the hook nigga, I?m the definition of it I came my own way, been wildin? since 13 Soon niggas get in line if you wanna mirk me Lets take it to the streets Where I started it Where half the city wanted for murder charges there I?m dressed in all black Baseball hat Gorilla Suit nigga that?s what I call that I never been a rat And I don?t fuck with the lame I took lost bounce bitch and charged it to the game Always been the same I ain?t never gon? change When I?m in beef you know I gotta let my nuts hang I come from down south, on them back streets I bet you I?ll wack a nigga before you wack me Nigga go get ______, yeh fuck w/ me You know a gangsta and a hustlah is all I?ll ever be Hook: Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Verse: Look I got killers around me Drug dealers around me Real talk don?t bring no bird niggas around me I get bullet proof love if thugs fuck with me I act up because the goons run with me A nigga play he gon? it cause Imma headshot him They say I move like Tut before the Feds got him I?m a gang leader, in a white wife beater Tattered black flagged up In a two seater Bitches notice me by the scar, know its me The four fifth in my coatsleeve, coatsleeve I?ve been to jail before That?s what hell is dog My niggas back and forth like it?s a damn resort This is for my niggas that grind and have pistols on them Don?t play with police we draw pistols on them The game really fucked up When they let crooks in I?m comin? through screamin? BROOKLYN Hook: Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit Cause I?m a gangsta Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my G shit, G shit |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Gimme That"
(feat. Maino) Four.. three.. two.. one [Chorus: Kim + {Maino}] Gimme that good dick (give it to me) gimme that good dick (uh, uh) Gimme that good dick (give it to me) that fine-ass good dick (yea, yea) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {gimme that pussy} (yeah, yeah) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass pussy} [Maino] Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me I ain't done at one nut, bitch I dump all three Slurp it all up when you suck on me cause see I got the cleanest, meanest, penis Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret So all the hoes know my dick game quite decent Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell I'm the damn dude, that will ram you so damn hard it'll leave your ass blue Meat slinger, my meat stings ya Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver Want me to freak ya? Wait for me to skeet ya Dick comes around once again like Easter Bitches flash me they thong and panties Then they ask me to do the nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] [Lil' Kim] Now see don't no bitch do it better than Kim And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim Everybody's man wanna get with Kim If you don't believe me bitch just ask him Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina Even got my name on the menu at the diner Guys extend G, with my goodies I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra My beehive gags ya, when it grabs ya Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara Boys get hooked first time they taste this I lick dudes in all the right places G's got cases, tempted to take this Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and then they ask me to do that nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus - Maino first, both ad libbing throughout] [Maino + (Kim)] Some like me to do 'em rough and show them (Some niggaz like me to run and stroke them) Some like objects down they throat and (I get 'em all strung out and open) Yes I wrecked 'em down to the rectum Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em (Pussy is power, listen man) (My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam) That's tight (Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams) (Got fiends from New York to the islands) Damn Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bedpole Seen my dick, and thought it was the bedpole (One dude went crazy y'all) (Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk) Some broads they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em Call the ambulance man to come get 'em (Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and) (then they ask me to do that nasty) Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Yeah, ha
How yall feel out there? Yeahh Here Comes trouble ya'll <i>[4X]</i> What <i>[11X]</i> Now let it pop yeh, yeh now here comes trouble ya'll Ridin' dirty got goons in the double R It's the black flag We a coomal square? Nigga with the cash Come to Hustle Hard Million Dollar Dreams Money on my mind Thousand dollar G's Been choppin on the grind See the wrist man See the whip man Look at the passenger side you see the bitch man Niggas know I'm thuggin' That's why they hate me comin' Cause when I come to the club That's when the trouble comes in But they don't worry me But you ain't heard of me I'm a G, Baby Not a celebrity I ain't got rap friends Got homies all in jail I'm in a black benz Getting' drunk as hell With that grey goose, more patron shots I ain't afraid to shoot I let it pop <i>[Hook:]</i> What <i>[11X]</i> Now let it pop say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll <i>[Repeat]</i> <i>[Verse:]</i> What the fuck you niggas wanna do man? Nigga this ain't rap its that real shit You better chill bitch Before my niggas lay 'em deeper than well shit Look how I got 'em now They got a problem now 550, the wheels don't even touch the ground I ain't frontin' love I'm cool with crips and bloods Got my knife on me I Snuck it in the club Now what they yappin' about I'm what I rap about I'm on that thug shit Now what those rappers about I'm Swurvin' out the lane I'm all liquored up Some body grab a wheel, before I hit a truck I'm so wreckless, my life's hectic I'm in the spot with my r&b bitch Kelly Rowland, I got her open Got her up my ass, nigga we both in Ain't no turning back The only way is up I want everything The world ain't enough <i>[Hook:]</i> What <i>[11X]</i> Now let it pop say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll <i>[Repeat]</i> |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
[Chorus:] U c me Hustle hard Stack paper It's alright ya'll haters It's nothing We major U c me Hi Hater Hi hater Hi hater U c me Hi hater Hi hater Hi hater U c me Hi hater Yeah. Dolla Bills ya'll. Lotta bills ya'll New year tryna touch me a mill ya'll Came up now. I'm what's Up now When U shine all these haters wanna talk down I don't feel a way about what a nigga say It's alright luv I let a hater hate Pull up on them see them paper plate See da oyster perpetuate day 2 day It's a fact right. Niggas act trife How they smile in your face then they back bite I just laugh right. Make em' mad like Watch them turn around and say he ain't that nice Getting bread dough. Mad head hoe Seems like they don't love you till you dead yo Let em' talk dog it don't phase me. It might not be right if they don't hate me [Chorus:] Hustle hard Stack paper It's alright ya'll haters It's nothing We major U c me Hi Hater Hi hater Hi hater U c me Hi hater Hi hater Hi hater U c me Hi hater Yeah. Let em c me Hi hater Pull of easy. (Bye Hater) U don't like me? (Why hater) Won't U tell em how mad I make ya I ain't caught up. In all da hot talk Caddy all White. Call it Scott Storch U don't feel me. Ice grill me. Hate so bad. U wanna kill me What it did Dog we getting money here Wanna snitch man get us a 100 years That's sad dog. Why you mad 4 Is it the face on my xxxxx or her xxx dog Y u Like dat? Dat aint right black We boss out in da club. U don't like dat U know u like dat. U wanna be me Why U twistin up your face when you c me [Chorus:] Hustle hard Stack paper It's alright ya'll haters It's nothing We major U c me Hi Hater Hi hater Hi hater U c me Hi hater Hi hater hi hater U c me Hi hater Where the haters at. All the hatin cats Yeah Look in the mirror nigga hate on dat Can't xxxx wit me or keep up wit me So u run and tell a xxxxx not 2 xxxx wit me Cuz we ballin. Ya'll crawlin It's aight muthafucka keep talkin More money Brings more Henessy More Hate More Snakes More Enemies Can't change dis. Niggas ain't shit Wild out pop more champange bitch Still G'z up. They won't ease up It's cool Niggas hated on Jesus Can't tell em' nuttin. Niggas say I'm stuntin. When they hate on you then U know U doin somethin [Chorus:] Hustle hard Stack paper It's alright ya'll haters It's nothing We major U c me Hi Hater Hi hater Hi hater U c me Hi hater Hi hater hi hater U c me Hi hater |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
(feat. Trey Songz)
Yeaah Yeah they love it when I come through Rollin like a thug dude Top down, glidin in some nu I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love They see me in the hood Everywhere I'm good And they lovin and respectin like they should I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love (Yeah go chino listen) Man know I keep it own hood And I will never change Never go hollywood Let it be understood That I'll be in the hood Right where the street is poppin Right know I block them good Now what this niggas thinkin (what) That I don't really been Places that I'll be speaking The ghettos what I am dipping My weapons be conceal I'll livin how I feel So f**k the record deal Nigga my record real ooh Now what you heard about me The playin controversy Now hommie no don't you doubt me I keep em killers round me (eehh) I come from kings county (yeah) These haters want to tell me (yeah) See how these b*tches tell me New york about the crazy Yeah they love it when I come through Rollin like a thug dude Top down, glidin in some nu I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love They see me in the hood Everywhere I'm good And they lovin and respectin like they should I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love Listen Look now everybody know me They get it poppin for me You just think I'm around here Unless you say you know me I'm being places that That is know never be They say they come from out here But we don't ever see Me and my butchy b*tch We in to see oh cool Mami u gooood with me My love is bullet proof I homies speak the truth My ties is really strong Now watch me hop out those gates Put on my jerry on Now you can tell me that I don't get her respects I bought the candy truck right Right in the projects This ain't goin on as bad This halloween at? After the studio Baby that's where id be at Yeah they love it when I come through Rollin like a thug dude Top down, glidin in some nu I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love They see me in the hood Everywhere I'm good And they lovin and respectin like they should I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love They love it when your boy come on (ooh they love it) Yeah they know what I'm about (about yeah yeah) Ain't nothing bout this hood love (gotta know about this hood love) They love it when your boy come on (they love it they love it) Yeah they know what I'm about (about yeah yeah) Ain't nothing bout this hood love (gotta know about this hood love) Listen uh So my niggas this from the hood They call it home To my hustlers try to stay open Say your phones We on the corner We drinking our friends memories I try to tell em I'll never ever be in the streets I'm still in the street I'm so hurry now The black bandana My hoodie poured down I'm so ghetto right I'm so ghetto fly I'm so stuck in my ways I live a ghetto life Yeah they love it when I come through Rollin like a thug dude Top down, glidin in some nu I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love They see me in the hood Everywhere I'm good And they lovin and respectin like they should I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love Ooh ooh ooh hood love (hood love) Oooh... hood love Oooh oooh oohh hood love Noo oohh oohhh |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Thanks man,
Don't you say that shit Maino! Don't say it! Yea, watch yo mouth! <i>[Hook:]</i> You gon make me... kill you You keep on fuckin with me Police gon come and get me Cuz im a mess around and... kill you I aint no woman beater, but I aint pussy neither You make me mad enough to... kill you Look how you got me goin You keep on askin for it You wont be happy til I... kill you Yeah... <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Where did we grow apart? You got my fuckin child How did the drama start? I tried to play my part But you be stressing me, you pushin me Talk to me crazy, look how you testing me You bugged out, look what you did You made us enemies My blood pressure risin, im riding, drinkin Hennessy Thinking of multiple ways to put a hurtin on you I need you out of my life Pull the curtains on you You see what hated'll do? Look what you made me do Now bitch you make me so mad I wanna strangle you I need to pray for you, no I need to pray for me You make me ready to burst, the way you play with me Look at how you act up, that's why I backed up I been hoping you get hit by a Mack truck This the shit I contemplate They'll never hear you screams with a pillow to your face <i>[Hook:]</i> You gon make me... kill you You keep on fuckin with me Police gon come and get me Cuz im a mess around and... kill you I aint no woman beater, but I aint pussy either You make me mad enough to... kill you Look how you got me goin You keep on askin for it You wont be happy til I... kill you <i>[Verse 2:]</i> I used to spoil you Now I got a trunk and a shovel for you This aint what I wanna do This what you made me Can't see my son again, driving me crazy Back and forth with you again All in my place see Im a get it over with Rock-a-bye baby I could see it all now You gon get your neck broke Im a make the news, have my face on New York One Standing in the courtroom, forgive me you honor I just had to kill my baby mama, holla Im a give you what you want from me This is what you want from me You gon look better girl, layin in my trunk funny I cant explain to my son about your death That's the only reason I aint push you off a roof yet But im a fuck around and break, I swear They gon find your ass floatin in the lake somewhere <i>[Hook:]</i> You gon make me... kill you You keep on fuckin with me Police gon come and get me Cuz im a mess around and... kill you I aint no woman beater, but I aint pussy neither You make me mad enough to... kill you Look how you got me goin You keep on askin for it You wont be happy til I... kill you Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! Jermaine! |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
I can make you famous I can make you famous Let's make a movie, a movie Shorty get naked, set it up and tape it Let's make a movie, a movie You could be my co-star Girl I'll take you so far Let's make a movie, a movie Lights camera action, I'm ready for some action Let's make a movie, a movie <i>[Verse 1:]</i> We can play like actors, know you not a amateur You can have the lead role, and I'll be the director Setting up the camera, get into your character Come up out that little dress, and let me climb on top of ya Now baby let's just get involved, with the camera You see that red light, that means I've pressed record Now mami look it's easy, go ahead, come on please me Now we can put on repeat, and play it back on t.v. Let's make a x-rated, sex tape, show the world your head great Show the world you good with it, back shots, hair pulling Time for some action, Kimmy Kardashian Lil camcorder let point it at some action <i>[Chorus:]</i> I can make you famous I can make you famous Let's make a movie, a movie Shorty get naked, set it up and tape it Let's make a movie, a movie You could be my co-star Girl I'll take you so far Let's make a movie, a movie Lights camera action, I'm ready for some action Let's make a movie, a movie <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Mami let me get with you, wanna share my bed with you We can have sex in H.D. digital It ain't really difficult, let me see your nipples boo Dance for me baby, just move how the strippers do My private lil prom queen, doing all the wild things Never seen yourself giving head on the flat screen Instant celebrity, natural star to me Sit back and rewind the part when you was riding me Ran out of blank tapes, need another blank tape One more scene and we got ourselves a sex tape Your friends know I'm filming ya, they seen what I did to ya We can even use a camera phone like Vivaca <i>[Chorus:]</i> I can make you famous I can make you famous Let's make a movie, a movie Shorty get naked, set it up and tape it Let's make a movie, a movie You could be my co-star Girl I'll take you so far Let's make a movie, a movie Lights camera action, I'm ready for some action Let's make a movie, a movie You can be a star You can be a star When I'm finish with you girl, you gonna be a star You can be a star You can be a star When I'm finish with you girl, you gonna be a star <i>[Chorus:]</i> I can make you famous I can make you famous Let's make a movie, a movie Shorty get naked, set it up and tape it Let's make a movie, a movie You could be my co-star Girl I'll take you so far Let's make a movie, a movie Lights camera action, I'm ready for some action Let's make a movie, a movie |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Swizz
Hey hey oh hey Maino Hey Swizz I think I woke up on the right side of the bed That’s how I feel Swizz (hook) I think I might give away a million bucks I think might give away a brand new truck Cause I feel good Yea I feel good Cause I feel good I think I might take alot of shopping sprees U in the club goddam all drinks on me Cause I feel good Yea I feel good Cause I feel good hey Maino Good Lord look what a beautiful day My enimes gone ain’t here they gone away I feel good Everything is ok I feel like givin all my money away Cause niggas is broke ain’t no bread in the hood Look what they did they sellin Feds in the hood I ain’t going to change I’m coming back through the hood Do what I do and then back to the hood I’m blessed I went places I never been I lived to see a black president I’m good, yes I feel good Drinks on me baby what’s good! Swizz (the hook) For the ones who got more than 1 mouth to feed Gas so high got em’ riding on E Daddy needs shoes and kids gotta eat They can have every last Penney on me Me and swizzy rollin in the lambo Sit back reminiscing this and when I never had no Dollas, pride is well poor dear mama Stuck to the fight like a drained out boxer So I know what it feels like to not have much I should give away what I made last month I gotta alot to feel good about I think I’m gonna give away a good amount Swizz (the hook) One shot for my niggas in the state pen Two shots for my niggas still hustling (raa) I feel good I’m so good Man I rose from the bottom and it feels good Swizz Man I’m a introduce to you a new dance (new dance) It’s called the money dance (echo) You pull the money out your pocket like this (like this) You put your hands in the air like this (like this) And you simply just umm. Bounce throw it all around (Throw) throw it all around x3 A little more now Throw it all around A little more now Throw it all around (the hook) |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Check out
remember my name (my name) Said You gunna remember my name <i>[HOOK]</i> If I'm alive or not Cold or Hot Block & guard my spot Said you gonna remember my name From the start 'til the end Whether I lose or win Family for a friend Said you gunna remember my name My name, my naaaaammee yeah Said you gunna remember my name My naaaaaaammmmmmeeeee <i>[VERSE 1:]</i> Listen I promise to be Nuttin short of a G Never beg for mercy, never seein me flee Got blood on my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life, havin nightmares in my dreams I remember my father, I was watchin him suffer Help me heavenly father, don't let my life get rougher And you gotta forgive me, I got alcohol in me Even after Im dead, niggas will never forgive me I got homies I love that I lost in the game In my mind they sayin "make em remember your name" If they love you its cool, give em a reason to hate you I ain't chasin the fame Said You gunna remember my name <i>[HOOK:]</i> If I'm alive or not Cold or Hot Block & guard the spot Said you gonna remember my name From the start 'til the end Whether I lose or win Family for a friend Said you gunna remember my name My name, my naaaaammee yeah Said you gunna remember my name My naaaaaaammmmmmeeeee <i>[VERSE 2:]</i> Listen Imagine a casket Imagine me in it Now take your time And try to picture this kind of vision My funeral, my homies dead, my momma cryin My son is hurt, his daddy gone, now say goodbye I'm just a memory, baby do you remember me? Gave yall all a good reason just to remember see Now I'm reaching heavenly, I'ma leave a legacy My Niggas gunna swear on my name and pour out Hennessey They gon say I did it all, started out with mixin' crack Look at that before he went to jail he didn't even rap Came home in the street back up at the block again Out of nowhere street nigga killed the rap game <i>[HOOK]</i> <i>[VERSE 3:]</i> Left a mark in the hood, Made a mark in the world Went straight from the hood, to the top of the world You can tell that I'm different; you can see that I lived it When I'm gone you gunna remember me clearly and vivid The face of an angel, the heart of a lion Champion spirit, blessed with the will of surviving You remember the face, you remember the game When its said and done:. Said you gon remember my name <i>[HOOK]</i> If I'm alive or not Cold or Hot Block & guard the spot From the start 'til the end Whether lose or win Family for a friend Said you gunna remember my name My name, my naaaaammee yeah Said you gunna remember my name My naaaaaaammmmmmeeeee |
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from Maino - If Tomorrow Comes... (2009)
Yea
For Zane, my future <i>[Hook:]</i> Man I feel like a runaway slave Can't calm down Never gon behave My back to the wind My spirit in the sky I'm never giving in Middle finger up high And even when I die Don't shed a tear when I'm laid I feel like a runaway slave I said I feel like a runaway slave Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave Listen... <i>[Verse 1:]</i> I could die before I get rich never touch a mill Die before my album drops never sell a mill Die before I get to see how success feels Die before any of my dreams are fulfilled Die before I really start livin out my plans Die before I see my son grow into a man Die before my niggas come home from they bids Die before I truly learn how to really live Now it feels like I know death Gotta watch my own steps Wonder my niggaz aint around cuz they all left Pride in the ring contemplating on my own death Shots fly niggaz tryin to kill my on my doorstep How they gon remember me? What'll be my legacy? How they gon talk about me when they pour that hennessy? That nigga thug, that nigga was a rider That nigga was one hell of a survivor Niggaz in the pen with no money for bail Every nigga on the run tryin to stay up outta jail I could feel ya... Yea I know, hold on and be strong my niggas <i>[Hook:]</i> Man I feel like a runaway slave Can't calm down Never gon behave My back to the wind My spirit in the sky I'm never giving in Middle finger up high And even when I die Don't shed a tear when I'm laid I feel like a runaway slave I said I feel like a runaway slave Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave <i>[Verse 2:]</i> I could die before I bring happiness to my momma Die before I make peace with my baby momma Die before I squash all my bullshit drama Die but don't cry this is death before dishonor This is my last will and testament Listen to my testament Please raise Zane to be a leader and a gentleman I don't have regrets all the times that I was negligent Standing in the courtroom fronting like im innocent Look at how I came up Duckin undercover men Friends getting railroaded hung by his government This is what they made me Hell is what they gave me Homies coming home on parole but they ain't free Look at me, look at life, how im supposed to change huh? Im feelin like a runaway slave ma Cant calm down I refuse to be tamed Standing in these 4 walls banging on the cage Niggaz on the jail bus handcuffed and chained When its said and done they gon remember my name Now mommy in the front row, sittin at my funeral Everybody cryin', just another death as usual You feel me? <i>[Hook:]</i> Man I feel like a runaway slave Can't calm down Never gon behave My back to the wind My spirit in the sky I'm never giving in Middle finger up high And even when I die Don't shed a tear when I'm laid I feel like a runaway slave I said I feel like a runaway slave Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Jae Millz/Angelous/Cashmere/Trife/Manio/True Life/The Bad Seed)
[Chorus x2: Sample] Get this thing through your head And they will never be no more Tell me, tell me, about it, damn it [Jae Millz] Aiyo, I move with a click that's wreckless And they ain't got no problem spraying your ass, like disinfectant So if I feel disrespected, I promise you family Your body gon' be hollow tip infested I come from the slums of the 212 H-Dub, Lennox Ave, fuck you gon' do? We got wild clips duke, with things that'll hit you And leave a hole so big your moms could put a whole wrist through Homes, you don't wanna push me there To the point, I gotta leave you in a bush somewhere Nah, you don't wanna push me there It ain't worth it, dog, homeboy you better - better, huh Before I aim in you -- huh, it's real You heard Millz real, and better believe it stupid cuz -- Nah, come on, Slay you know who to holla at I'm heavy ever where from Harlem to the bottom where the rude boys and shottas sat Hell is what I'm giving em, fuck hurtin', I'm killing em Got legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again [Angelous] I nurture the track, the perfect of rap Its nonsense how the don, get curved it, to clap You miss me, simply, I asserted the track Kay classic, the same game, dog, with packs Mobsters with the arms up, feel the game wit me Bomb up, as I conduct, this is Ang' furry, huh I made berry, the whole league in Jones Beach And bake berry, the H jerry's is so sweet So brief, aim's gone, in the building O.G.'s ain't honor the brilliant, except for the minds That push the breathe, for the best to colide Better yet, I put the X in define Never fret, when it's beef, I put the pep' in the nine From your brain to my watch, you be ahead of my time Aim/shift, your brain wrist, the gate aimed to lift The game will keep going because Angelous exists, bitch [Chorus] [Cashmere] What up, it's Cashmere, ya, your new rap fellow We in hoods like the jam in '86, hello You know what that means? Ya'll the rap queen Bunch of bitch niggaz, bow to your new king And after this there won't be no more You dudes, is full of hype, that's what TV's for So, get it through your head, or the nine'll leave, eight holes in your head Think I'm playing, nigga? I have my peeps pop out my the van And you lookin like, a soldier out of Pakistan Ask them dudes on this track, they'll tell you Cash the man Whatever he doing, trust me, I know I can I'm ahead of him, eight miles and running I'm done busting shots, the next hit, the bomb drops You cocksuckers is about to die, and -- let's go, come on [Chorus] [Trife Da God] Either you get it through the head, or you get it through the leg Either way, you graze these bullets, is gonna leave you dead And I ain't freezin' up, when it's time to pull it, you heard what I said It's Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggaz And it's time for a reality check, yet I'm celeb in the hood And I ain't even seen a salary yet Ya'll niggaz flee when my calvary's step Staten Island we rep, stylin' to death, pumpin' gallons to wet And like Nick, yeah, I stay with the Cannon Lay in fours, get, kid you stuck wherever you standing Lay you on the strip, play you for a bitch, you punk Pussy, you dealin' with crumbs, so stop actin' like you one tough cookie I'm not the greatest, I'm the latest, ya'll faggots is imitators Air you out like venilators, and bang you like skinned potatoes Cuz most of ya'll faggots is sounding like little Jada's [Maino] Yo, I speak for the Stuy, Brooklyn is mine, get it through your head 'Fore I round these bullets up and send them through your head Last nigga tried to stunt, left his hat full of lead Left the picture that your see, for the inside of F.E.D.S. I want you to think, that my gun don't burst My tech'll make niggaz back up like cars in reverse Definition of a thug, man, put in your work And nigga act up, you put his work in the earth Yeah, I'm hotter than you ever was, real? You never was Hustle hard, nigga, we get you, whatever drugs Bet you none of ya'll seen, machine guns rattle So I let off, and let you feel the heat off the barrel My dogs rocked up, and got you when you hit the gravel Been a hard hitter, before the Mets signed Darryl I'm your reaper, when I blast the street sweeper You bitch niggaz'll crack up like cheap sneakers [Chorus] [True Life] Yo, ya'll niggaz keep talking greasy, like I won't melt ya'll See me in the streets, got more Smilez than Southstar Pull your socks up, homey, you know what I'm about, yo I was pushing rocks, you pushed the Roc, forgot yo's Lot of niggaz thuggin', but not like me Put the fifth to your nose, for being nosey Fuck a throwback jersey, you trying to be Fabolous End your career, have you resurface like Canibus Nigga's shouldn't have let me loose I'm well when I'm sober, imagine off Cran' and Grey Goose I'm liable to clap the tech Make you take that chain off, but I don't want a rash on my necklace Shit, we ain't the same calibur, listen, your don I treat ho's how I wanna, even got a bad blonde Got bad feet, so I hit her with her shoes on Get this through your head, 'fore I flip over, your Yukon [Bad Seed] Streetsweeper, cock back, run up, where ya block at Gettin' money, stop that, where the fuck ya'll rocks at Bandana on my face, thirty nine on my waist Shoot you if you try to run, nigga you ain't gettin' chased You was poppin' hella shit, all that shit irrelevant Sittin' on cake, and you waiting on the settlement I'm a grown man, never run, never ran And I don't play with kids, this ain't Never Never Land Brooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at? You get bucked at, crew you 'fore I Dutch hat I smoke 'Cocoa Brova', stay with a 'Smif-N-Wessun' Skip J in the Garden, and hit Slay session Bad Seed from the top of the hill It's still real though, Tarantino flow, keep it low, I Kill Bill |
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from Rakim 3집 - The Seventh Seal (2009)
[Tracey Horton - Intro] (Rakim)
La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah (Uh...yeah...) (This is for the haters...keep hatin) La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah (It's what we call money music, right here) (Uh, yeah, let's go in) [Rakim - Verse 1ne] I perform in cities, hoods, and slums, the best seller is drugs And money is the only thing that get love They say don't let it make you, but that's how they rate you And the more you got, the more they hate you (That's okay too!) Just don't get in the way, 'cause at the end of the day My agenda's make sure I get them ends to get paid (uh-huh) So I'm stackin grands 'til the math expand It's the man with the master plan Since the Bambino, cash made my path cross with evil Uno dos cinco on a crowded corner rollin c-lo To chips and the chick in the casino pourin Cliquot 'Cause now I make music for the c-notes From New York to Puerto Rico, California to Rio Hit the streets like the kilo but I'm legal It's swga like I walk with heat though with all my people But it's just me and my alter ego [Chorus: Tracey Horton] I walk these streets, wit my mind on my plan It's alright if you don't understand I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand 'cause hatin is the nature of man (Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras, just pop the hammer Box the innocent bystander and his man up) I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand It's alright if you don't understand Just stay outta my waaaay [Maino - Verse 2wo] MAINOOOOO~! Yo, one for my comrades, two for my family Three for the day that I run into my enemies We gon' make a movie, the world gon' remember me I survived it all dawg, what the hell you tellin me? I remember days when, I was young and aidin Cuttin class, chasin ass, couldn't pass grades and Chillin on the block then, listenin to Rakim Back of his album filled up with Killer Ben Supreme Magnetic and I wasn't athletic But I ran around with the Tre-8 Magnetic Money on my mind, crack vials in my Levi's Been a dog since I had the cream colored Filas (Hahahah!) Yeah, yeah, we fly, seen it all with these eyes Gunplay and drugs if you put my mind on rewind Fast forward my life, ya boy done MADE IT! If I could do it over, I wouldn't CHANGED IT! [Chorus] [Rakim - Verse 3hree] (Ay, good lookin out my dude) Aiyyo Maino, it's the same ol' same ol' Don't matter if you in it for the fame or you lay low Haters gon' hate but, it's okay though (Keep doin what you ddo) The angle is make sure the payroll stay swoll Big faces, cake dough and di-nay-ros Rubels, yen yang, euros and pesos Seven digit figures, tryna make more zay-ros Spray holes in whoever in the way so (Stay outta my waaaay) While I count the next bundle (that's right) "All means necessary," Malcolm X hustle A threat yet humble, about to flex muscle Get a big amount then I'm in and out the next jungle 'Cause every other day, I'm in another state It's like I cross the thin line between love and hate But I gotta eat, gotta get another plate So I'm on my cake walk for the cake [Chorus] Just stay outta my waaaay.. (It's what they do..) Just stay outta my waaaay.. |
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