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I need a lucifer reprod bruh 😭

10/10 Put the lyrics in time too

stolen

You're the best.

You're goated

You'd take the clothes off my back, and I'd let you You'd steal the food right out my mouth And I'd watch you eat it, I still don't know why Why I love you so much, oh You curse my name In spite, to put me to shame Air all my laundry in the streets Dirty or clean Give it up for fame But I still don't know why (Don't know why) Why I love it so much, yeah And baby It's amazing I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day you screaming you love me loud The next day you're so cold One day you here, one day you there One day you care, you're so unfair Sipping from the cup 'till it runneth over, Holy Grail Uh, Blue told me to remind you niggas Uh, fuck that shit y’all talkin' about, I'm the nigga Uh, caught up in all these lights and cameras Uh, but look what that shit did to Hammer Uh, goddammit I like it The bright lights is enticing But look what it did to Tyson All that money in one night 30 mill for one fight But soon as all the money blows All the pigeons take flight Fuck the fame, keep cheatin' on me What I do, I took her back, fool me twice that's my bad I can't even blame her for that 'Nough to make me wanna murder, Momma please just get my bail I know nobody to blame Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself uh And we all just entertainers And we're stupid, and contagious Know we all just entertainers And baby It's amazing I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day you screaming you love me loud The next day you're so cold One day you here, one day you there One day you care, you're so unfair Sipping from the cup 'till it runneth over, Holy Grail Now I got tattoos on my body Psycho bitches in my lobby I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi Can't even take my daughter for a walk See them by the corner store I feel like I'm cornered off Enough is enough, I'm calling this off Who the fuck I'm kidding though? I'm getting high, sittin' low Sliding by in that big body Curtains all in my window This fame hurt but this chain works I think back you asked the same person If this is all you had to deal with Nigga deal with it, this shit ain't work, this light work Camera snapping, my eyes hurt Niggas dying back where I was birthed Fuck your iris and the IRS Get the hell up off of your high horse You got the shit that niggas die for Dry yours, why you mad take the good with the bad Don't throw that baby out with that bath water you're still alive Still that nigga nigga, you survived You still getting bigger nigga living the life Vanilla wafers in a villa, illest nigga alive Michael Jackson thriller And baby It's amazing I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack the code One day you screaming you love me loud The next day you're so cold One day you here, one day you there One day you care, you're so unfair Sipping from your cup 'till it runneth over, Holy Grail You get the air of my lungs, whenever you need it And you take, the blade right out my heart Just so you can watch me bleeding, I still don’t know why (Don't know why) Why I love you so much Yeah And you play this game, in spite, to drive me insane I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink, with guess who’s name But I still don't know why Why I love you so much Yeah And baby It's amazing I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day you screaming you love me loud The next day you're so cold One day you here, one day you there One day you care, you're so unfair Sipping from your cup 'till it runneth over, Holy Grail Don't know why

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you can obviously hear in the chorus the instrumental is different are you okay?

What a beat man just great vibes summer vibes

this instrumental reminds me of a good moment in my life , this is my time machine .

Hey man, we gotta get together and rap one day.

Poverty's paradise I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth What's up family, yeah, this yo' cousin Carl, man, just givin' you a call, man I know you been havin' a lot on yo' mind lately And I know you feel like, you know, people ain't been prayin' for you But you have to understand this, man, that we are a cursed people Deuteronomy 28:28 says "The Lord shall smite thee with madness, and blindness and astonishment of heart" See, family, that's why you feel like you feel like you got a chip on your shoulder Until you follow His commandments, you gonna feel that way Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle Why God, why God do I gotta bleed? Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Earth is no more, why don't you burn this muhf-? (I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth) I beat yo' ass, keep talkin' back I beat yo' ass, who bought you that? You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch I beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes Runnin' from Poo Poo and Prentice Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil' - That homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass Yo' teachers better not be b- 'bout you in class That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all That TV better not be loud if you got it on Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em Better not hear 'bout you - on Keisha's daughter Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass You know my patience runnin' thin I got beaucoup payments to make County building's on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here I beat yo' ass if I beat yo' ass twice and you still here Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself? N-, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else If I could smoke fear away, I roll that motherf- up And then I'd take two puffs Now (huh), now (huh) Now (huh), now (huh) Life's a b-, pull them - to the side now (pull them - to the side now) (I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth) I'll prolly die anonymous, I'll prolly die with promises I'll prolly die walkin' back home from the candy house I'll prolly die because these colors are standin' out I'll prolly die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin' I'll prolly die at these house parties - I'll prolly die from witnesses leavin' me false accused I'll prolly die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin' Or maybe die from panic or die from bein' too lax Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast I'll prolly die tryna buy - at the apartments I'll prolly die tryna diffuse two homies arguin' I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17 All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothaf- up And then I'd take two puffs I've been hungry all my life Now (huh), now (huh) Now (huh), now (huh) Life's a b-, pull them - to the side now (pull them - to the side now), now When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years My newfound life made all of me magnified How many accolades do I need to block denial? The shock value of my success put bolts in me All this money, is God playin' a joke on me? Is it for the moment and will he see me as Job? Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before? At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin' 30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus What is an advisor somebody that's holdin' my checks? Just to f- me over and put my finances in debt? I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered How did the bad girl feel when she looked at them numbers? The type of - make me flip out and just - somethin', drill somethin' Get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin' I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me What they see from me would trickle down generations in time What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride 'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within 14 tracks, carried out over wax Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within 14 tracks, carried out over wax Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap Damn Goddamn you Goddamn me Goddamn us Goddamn we Goddamn us all

These videos are perfect

This puts me to sleep

I love your song ❤️

I started out in the Mississippi muck In a Delta full of mud, I was Mississippi stuck One of the few to break loose, that was Mississippi luck Packed my bags and left at dusk in my Mississippi truck Yo, Black American Princess leaves the hood It's understood that I wouldn't do it quite like Halle would (Hollywood) Instead we rapped to pull ourselves up by our bra straps No hesitation, now every station in the nation boom B.A.P.s A renegade, I've done ripped a many stage, the flow on many days, done pissed on many graves Diabolical, all their fear is quite logical Left for dead, but resurrected like the prodigal Sonned, by Clara May's daughter, out of order When it came to collecting them checks, I was a hoarder But more money also came with more problems, gun of a son, whereupon he used it to rob his own father, son of a gun Love of money is the root of the evil among the people Especially those squeezing coins so tight they choke the eagle Old and feeble, still working them streets, hoeing mid-evil Now it's lethal, you can die from them tricks, Evil Knievel Yo, none aggressive until you poke the bear In a cipher, I've done burnt up my lungs smoking a square Be aware, it might cause some despair for those who dare I never tire, so I don't need a spare In this world, I'm a Renegade

[Intro] Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 3] Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar [Bridge] Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way [Outro] Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

amazing sounds love it

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Trump got shot, but came out on top, Fist up high, touch God, can't be stopped, Trigger man tried, got off a few pops, Mans melon got rocked, left his body on spot One ear-left, ain't deaf, hear a crowd cheer Who's in the PA? US-A, RIGHT HERE Still on the PA, Fight against the DA, bloody game Get out his way... no fear Many men....

Now Don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular

Yeah, nigga I'm still fucking with you Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga Guess who's back? Still, doing that shit Andre? (Oh for sho', check me out) It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was The Chronic (Nigga) They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed They wanna know how I feel about it (If you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre is the name I'm ahead of my game Still puffing my leafs Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left ain't too much changed, still I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali' weed, I smoke 'til I sleep Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat I bring the fire 'til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru I'm still at it, after-mathematics In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (Still) D-R-E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on the corner with your fly bitch (Biatch) Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back So if you ain't up on thangs Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E Right back up in your motherfuckin' ass Nine-five plus four pennies, add that shit up D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs Smoke some wit' your Dogg No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Ooh wee! Put it in the air! Well, you's a fool, D-R, ha-ha

Trump 24

Feel so empty without him 😢

Wow

kendrick just woke up for some moneyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, he dont care bout nun else lol

They say it goes Michael, Kobe, Then Lebron But everytime I’m on the court I feel like Obi Wan Fake pump then skate jump and go beyond Crowd roar, yeah boy, that’s what you know he on Maybe I shoota like Kyrie and Luka

Y'all know me, still the same O.G But I been low-key Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese No deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boats No snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford To provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall, full of plaques Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze, hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's The Snoop D-O-double-G's And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police" Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doing too good Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't like me, blow me Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me And turn me back to the old me Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate? Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Then just study a tape of N.W.A One day, I was walking by With a Walkman on When I caught a guy Give me an awkward eye And I strangled him up in the parking lot With his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hopping out with two broken legs Trying to walk it off Fuck you too bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out From here on out it's the Chronic II Starting today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailie Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me You motherfuckers would stop coming up to me With your hands out looking up to me Like you want something free When my last CD was out You wasn't bumping me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me 'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton I told 'em all, all them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talking 'bout guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all? 'Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day Saying, "Dre fell off"? What? 'Cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad Tryin' to get this damn label off I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the Mad Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Know that I was strapped with gats While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

No wtf

Man I can’t save it for a diss track

Can't Tell Me Nothing - Will Kill Verse One: smoking jibb in my crib i go on a mad trip so high i am still low i create a world of image's he is him and i am me cross the t cause i am og went to jail and then bail outta a ford gt now i got the key to freedom i lived and then i am d'evil i dont give up top i drop flippity flop hip hop stop as i drop do a bunny hop crazy is what i write and then i fly a kite where is the light good night jamming like marley i went insane as i complain made it rain high on plane's made my rap name i snort some cocaine on a train hung off a crane hung out on main street i rap to this beat in my head buh i am not dead check mate i i wait then i win but i sip some gin and then type in the pin fin, ill,

Are you able to do FEEL. ?

“Whoever move first is gay” Ahh song

Now I understand why DaBaby's verse went so hard. The beat switches were different, and ofcourse the bars were hard as well.

Get it Text a message, I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' numbers Even then, y'all don't worry nothin' And I'd like to give a shout-out to my niggas with a game plan And shout-outs to my niggas with escape plans Uh, twenty bands, rain dance We could either rain check or we can make plans Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this It's time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbin' on 'em You'd think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Sometimes I even stop the smokin' when it's time to focus My shades, Dior, my pants, velour Create, explore, expand, conquer I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (yeah) I listened to X, I peeped the bars (yeah) The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs The game's a trap, protect your heart (yeah) I waited in line, return, refine The new design, it's time to shine To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine I hustle, I flex, the world is mine So please, believe, allow the greaze These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze I make the devil go weak, the knees You hate, you're lame, your loss I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours (uh) She came, I came, now what's my name? My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain They know it's me, the hat and the shades They heard my voice and they ran to the stage My Vans, my braids, my men's, my babe My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left The way I stepped out the car, that's a flex Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord, then finesse, bless I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours

50 Always Had The Hot Ass Instrumentals 🔥🔥🔥

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This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - Hustlin - William Leonard Roberts II RickRoss [Produced By The Runners Music] [Year: 2006] [Album: Port of Miami] [Official Music Video]

I beat yo' ass, keep talkin' back I beat yo' ass, who bought you that? You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch I beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes Runnin' from Poo Poo and Prentice Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil' - That homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass Yo' teachers better not be b- 'bout you in class That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all That TV better not be loud if you got it on Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em Better not hear 'bout you - on Keisha's daughter Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass You know my patience runnin' thin I got beaucoup payments to make County building's on my ass, tryna take my food stamps away I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here I beat yo' ass if I beat yo' ass twice and you still here Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself? N-, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else If I could smoke fear away, I roll that motherf- up And then I'd take two puffs Now (huh), now (huh) Now (huh), now (huh) Life's a b-, pull them - to the side now (pull them - to the side now) (I don't think I could find a way to make it on this earth) I'll prolly die anonymous, I'll prolly die with promises I'll prolly die walkin' back home from the candy house I'll prolly die because these colors are standin' out I'll prolly die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin' I'll prolly die at these house parties - I'll prolly die from witnesses leavin' me false accused I'll prolly die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin' Or maybe die from panic or die from bein' too lax Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast I'll prolly die tryna buy - at the apartments I'll prolly die tryna diffuse two homies arguin' I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17 All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothaf- up And then I'd take two puffs I've been hungry all my life Now (huh), now (huh) Now (huh), now (huh) Life's a b-, pull them - to the side now (pull them - to the side now), now When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years My newfound life made all of me magnified How many accolades do I need to block denial? The shock value of my success put bolts in me All this money, is God playin' a joke on me? Is it for the moment and will he see me as Job? Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before? At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin' 30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus What is an advisor somebody that's holdin' my checks? Just to f- me over and put my finances in debt? I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered How did the bad girl feel when she looked at them numbers? The type of - make me flip out and just - somethin', drill somethin' Get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin' I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me What they see from me would trickle down generations in time What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride 'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within 14 tracks, carried out over wax Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse Within 14 tracks, carried out over wax Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap Damn

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I don’t have any apologies Brotha you want to cross me That ain’t on me But watch your self Before I reach into my shelf Pull outta a gun Big enough to put Giolath down My shit make records sell, Your shit makes records fail I own this town This is my crib Brotha I already called dibs On everything you own On everyone that you know On everything you’ll lose You must’ve had some screws oose To think that I’d lose You never had a chance and I refuse To let you cruise through my block Better keep your doors locked Cuz I’m ready to go Where ever you are I’m ready to blow Cuz you already know, When I rap it ain’t just for the dough So come on if you want some Of the strongest shit you ever felt Got all the girls tugging at my belt I bet it’s been a while since you’ve felt The touch of a women’s hand across your face When it comes to dissing I make no mistakes So keep running your mouth if you want to end up missing But I’ll give you last chance To apologize just get ready to be kissing My ass his ass and his ass too Cuz when I get on the mic I make mountains move You act like all of this is new Like I’d never answer you Like I’d ignore all your bitchin Sit the fuck down and listen I’m the chef of rap Always cooking in the kitchen You’re nothing but a bus boy So sit the fuck down and leave the rapping to us boy. Please rate this and give tips as I want to write a good rap song. 😂

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - So Many Tears - Tupac Amaru Shakur [Produced By D-Flizno Production Squad] [Year: 1995] [Album: Me Against The World] [Official Music Video]

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Cole, Cole world, yeah Let me take y'all back, man As I do so well Wasn't nothin' like that Man, it wasn't nothin' like that first time She was in my math class Long hair, brown skin with a fat ass Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad so we passed notes It started off so innocent She had a vibe and a nigga started diggin' it I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool But a nigga couldn't wait to get to school Cause when I seen 'em thighs on her And them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreaming, man, what I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it Make it hard for me to stand up As time goes by, attractions getting deep, and Wet dreaming, thinkin' that I'm smashin', but I'm sleepin' I want it bad, and I ain't never been obsessed before She wrote a note that said "You ever had sex before?" Damn… [Hook:] And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, nooo I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I wrote back and said, "Of course I had sex before" Knowing I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowing I was stuntin' But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one But, she don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'" That's when my heart start racing and my body start sweatin' Baby, you done woke my lil' man up I'm thinking how that body look naked When you laying on the bed Teacher, please don't make me stand up I wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan" Still trying to play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my nigga, my stomach turnin' Talking shit, knowing damn well I was a virgin, fuck [Hook:] And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, nooo I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no You know that feeling when you know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hoping that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hoping that my shit is big enough to fuck with And most of all I'm praying, "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watching pornos, trying to see just how to stroke right Practice putting condoms on, how it go, right? I'm in her crib, now a nigga palms sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection That's when my hands start touchin' And her face start blushin', and a nigga roll over on top And then she get my pants unbuckled And her hands start rubbin' on me, ooh girl, don't stop It's time for action: pull out the condoms real smooth Yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it And said, "I wanna get something off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, cause..." [Hook:] Cause I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, nooo I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no

Can't help but keep coming back to this masterpiece

1:29 I want you out of my head/I want you out of my bed/fuck what you meant/cuz nothing you said/was true/I was only abused/and you blame it on me/the games you pull/so fuck you/see I loved you to the moon and back/you just used me til there was nothing left/we said always n forever/tatted on your chest but it read Never/I knew better/but ignored all the signs/all these red flags/I was color blind/you get mad/I get ostracized/I don't want you back/goodbye...

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Yo Same song and dance Damn girl, everywhere I go Same song and dance I like the way you move, all over the globe Same song and dance Something about it, man Same song and dance In the pale moonlight Yo I'm looking at ya, yeah girl, you're kinda tooken back by The whole rapper thing, aren't ya? Probably thinking you'll get slapped so dang hard, ya Won't even be able to stand up straight, aren't ya? Couple rape charges, people think you're a monster The police constantly bugging you, non-stop I walk up on ya, "Well, hello Tonya" I think you got your OnStar button inside your car stuck You out of gas? Do you got a flat? I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back Why don't you put your laundry baskets in the back And sit up front; I'm not asking, it's a trap You just got jacked and body snatched, and it's a wrap In broad day, and no mask for this attack I heard 'em say exact opposites attract If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get you back C'mon Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you ain't never gonna break that glass That windshield's too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance The first victim I had, she was a big one Big movie star, a party girl, big fun She was the girl the media always picked on In and out of rehab every 4 to 6 months She was always known for little pranks and slick stunts At Nickelodeon, flashed the little kids once What an event it was, I was sitting in front I was hooked in at the first glimpse of them buns Seen her backstage, now here's where I come in, son Look, here she comes, I better pull out the big guns Hello Lindsay, you're looking a little thin, hun How 'bout a ride to rehab? Get in, cunt But starting off on the wrong foot is what I didn't want Girl, I'm just kidding, let me start over again, hun See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention Come with me to Brighton, let me relieve your tension You little wench, ya, murder wasn't my intention If I wanted to kill you, it would've already been done Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her With 66 inches of extension cord Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you ain't never gonna break that glass That windshield's too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance My second victim was even bigger than the first Pop star, icon, the whole works She played a little schoolgirl when she first Burst upon the scene and seen that the world was hers She twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad it hurts It irked me, it made me mad at first I lashed out in my songs, but what was really going on Was that I had developed a crush I just didn't know how to tell it to her Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her? Send her pictures of my collection of skeletons, or Footage of me impaling myself on an elephant tusk? We'll settle this once and for all, I'ma tell her at dusk Tonight, tonight is the night, and tell her I must Creep up to her mansion in stilettos, and just Climb the gate, and ring the bell, like "Hello, my love" I just picked your prescription for Seroquel up Now would you like to share a pill or two with me? I'll share my Valium with you 'cause I'm feeling you Britney I'll trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile delinquent I've been feeling you, ooh-ooh, girl, you sexy little gal, you Hold that pill any longer, it'll get sentimental value C'mon toots, give me the Valium alley-oop I'll slam dunk it in your mouth 'til you puke And just as soon as you pass out in your alphabet soup I'm 'bout to make a new outfit out of you New outfit? Shit, I'll make a suit out of you, shoot Now, show me how you move, baby, do how a-you do Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you ain't never gonna break that glass That windshield's too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance Same kicking and screaming, same crying and sobbing Same song and dance Same begging and pleading, same yelling and bleeding Same song and dance Yeah Same song and dance I know Same song and dance

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