MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
rick ross - boss
[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
[Verse 1:]
As I?m poppin? my collar, black on black antique impala
She ain?t gotta speak cuz my speakers let her know that I?m ballin
They call me the boss, I be calling the shots
It?s Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin alot
That boy be ridin? big, that boy be ridin? rim?s
Not the flats but the fish cuz they just swim
New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, wipe em down
Now get back on your two step
Stunting is boss
Shining is boss
Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss
That dime a boss, She fine as a house
And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss
[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
[Verse 2:]
I?m ridin? big, I?m hoping lanes
My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle
Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me
Oh no, cuz of my chain
Cuz of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring
Cuz I?m a boss, I?m a spend it
I?m a floss, I?m a winner
You the loss, all these niggas
Sprinkle soft cuz im the pepper and the salt
Whatcha feel, whatcha like
Whatcha want, what?s your type
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
Cuz I?m a boss, its Ricky Ross
If u buy, if u spend it, fuck the cost
You?s a boss, You a boss
[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
[Verse 3:]
Before the block got whipped
And they Pistol got ripped
Before u got any chips
You got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid
26's on the old school
Pro tools session
Got the old school ho?s
Acting brand new sweating
Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk dude, fore? they win him on the stage
Two a day, super pay
Stupid brain from a model
Triple c a hundred deep
And everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp
Full of work, no leachin?
Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason
I?m the boss
[Chorus:]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
rick ross - 100 black coffins
"Oooh, now you are one lucky nigger."
"You better listen to your boss white boy."
"Oh, I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you."
"You wanna hold my hand?"
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
From a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hell
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins
(oh, Lord!)
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins
(oh, Lord!)
Black coffins! (I need a hundred...)
I seen a hundred niggas die
I put that on my life, Lord, I wouldn't tell a lie
Unless it had to do with mine, in the middle of the night
Killers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?
I broke off the chains only the realest remain
I see your praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain?
Seen a brother get slain for a jar full of change
Yet I post on the block, look like I'm Big Daddy Cane
Is you a cat or a mouse? Keep them rats out the house
A lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all around
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
Money on his head, bitch, I'm trying to make a fortune
I seen a hundred women burn
As they stood firm, treat a nigga like a germ
What did she do to deserve? Put me on the farm
Pigs' feet in a jar; serve it to me warm
Any questions, they hang 'em, better pray for Dj-Django
Got me working in fields, too many years it gets fatal
All I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother, (mama!)
On the days that it rains, her smile bright like a summer
Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch cause I'm coming
Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother
(my mama!)
Hundred dead bitches, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?)
12 gauge, shotgun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom)
rick ross - push it
Ross
(push it to the limit)
Port of miami (uhhh)
Importing the candy (uhhh)
Aint got nothign to lose (nah)
I'm just supporting my family
(push it to the limit)
Never traffic for fun (fun)
Only traffic for funds (funds)
All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)
Its like im trapped in this slum
(push it to the limit)
Niggas were badly paid
No water we barely bathed
Better be better days on the way
Thats on my daddy grave
(push it to the limit)
Im pushing the hard (hard)
Im pushing the soft (south)
If he pushin the white (lie)
He pushin for ross (ross)
I waited and waited (waited)
I dun ran outta patience (patience)
They hated and hated
Left em slow dancing with satin
(push it to the limit)
Fresh in my white tee
Mac eleven sware to god
I bought my first block
Broke it down and tore the block apart
(push it to the limit)
[CHORUS:]
I push and i push (push)
I ride and i ride (ride)
Tryna survive on 95
(push it to the limit)
Put it all on the line (line)
At the drop of a dime (dime)
I be pushin them whips (whips)
Yes, three at a time
(push it to the limit)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
I gotta (push it to the limit)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
Im pushin it (push)
I gotta (push it to the limit)
I handle dope like a vandle off the banana boat
Bananas and the rifles
No cameras im just a man alone
(push it to the limit)
I paid dues my moves done made news
Im smooth my suede shoes
They new like ray-cial's
(push it to the limit)
Nobody used to speak (speak)
Now everybody wave (wave)
You dunk your mamma house (house)
You set your sister straight (straight)
(push it to the limit)
Im building a dream (dream)
With elevators in it
Tell who made the linen
No gators got on my hater vision
(push it to the limit)
I see ya, i see ya suckas (suckas)
I see ya clear (clear)
I know you see me in that phantom
Whiter then vaneers
(push it to the limit)
Allergic to broke (broke)
Determined to blow (blow)
On the boat we hit the work n detergent and soap (uhhh)
(push it to the limit)
We ship em from haiti
They be whipping em daily
Let it dry let it dry time to whip a mercedes
(push it to the limit)
Im changin my range (ross)
Here to rain you parade (parade)
You gotta push it to the limit
If you wanna be paid
[CHORUS]
We started minute
The money matured
My money secured
I got moneys in europe
(push it to the limit)
My bundles be pure
Cost like a hundred a pour
The world is yours
Hundred million and more
(push it to the limit)
Now i run the streets (ross)
They all mine (ross)
Twleve years over due
Call it due time
(push it to the limit)
I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier (uhhh)
You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder
(push it to the limit)
Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Opra (uhhh)
Or that boy Rick Ross will be moldin the culture
(push it to the limit)
I push and i push (push)
We breakin the mold (mold)
We push and we push (push)
We breaking the hold
[CHORUS]
rick ross - street money
(feat. Flo-Rida)
Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga
What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
That 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
[Verse1: Rick Ross]
I started flat broke, Now I'm poppin rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club poppin, I'm a burn a ton of hundred grams check the parking
Lot pimpin, whip cost a hundred grand
I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
So that's free game, for all you thousandairs
It's funny sour d's will smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street
I'm sittin twelve feet
Fuck can you tell me, I let the 12's beat
Nightmare on Elm Street
So don't fall asleep, cause my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak
They know I'm spittin cheese
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
That 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
[Verse2: Rick Ross]
We got them bottles poppin soundin like they gun shots
Got the models balkin did all with one watch
I hit a lot markets, start' em off with one block
People love the product, so my people come to shop
My uncle 65 he still sellin dope, he claim he petryfied
The field goin broke
It's them Caddy Sevilles
Went from acid and pills, to elaborate deals
If you want status you kill
Cause a habit for real
When I step in the spot, treat the club like the
Charts, I go straight to the top
They cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped
I'm a play by the rules
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
That 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
[Verse3: Rick Ross]
Take the good with the bad, In the club blowin your last
Ballin like I violated, Bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, Parachute to Prebate
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell'em take it easy
Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantttttasy
Left her panties at home
Standin there thick as can be
R- I- C- K R- O- S- S standin there dressed fresh
Gettin pussy, Hell Yes
Ross, Ross
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
That 95, I'm out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
rick ross - hustlin
[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It's time to spend my thrills cuz I'm spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo
[Hook]
rick ross - live fast die young
[Sample]
(And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
(You've got to feel it)
(I've got the sign)
[Kanye West - Chorus]
They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our lives
So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Unn)
Hard headed but my top peelin' back
Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy though
Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn)
Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
Which you see me wavin' Visorone Constantine (Unn)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss)
Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat
I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
The party over here, everybody over here
You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah)
Bottles over here, even spread it over there
All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
She came to party like it's 1999
If she died on my dick
She would live through my rhymes
[Chorus]
[Kanye West - Verse 2]
For all my young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment
I don't give a rrrt, baby he craazzy
I'm back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top againnn"
And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
And I'ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
My outfit's so disrespectful
You could gon' ahead and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you
I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it's superficial and ya say it's just clothes
But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed
So go ahead and just pose
When she walked up out the dressin' room
The store just froze
And I know, they trying to get their cool back
And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?" (Un)
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Peter piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitched poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
When her ass is enormous
Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things
Look around Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dyin' 'round the clock nigga
I sent a hundred grand but that's a decent watch nigga
I'm gettin' better 'cause it would've leased the drop nigga
I'ma get my money right just watch nigga
She had a miscarriage I couldn't cry though
'Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe
(Un) I got 'em catchin' amnesia
Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer
See the links and you just think Jesus
I'm hot till a day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I multiplied my money through different avenues
Took many awards
Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won't stop
If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch
[Chorus]
[Sample]
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
rick ross - where my money
[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
[Verse 1:]
Never try me like a thug
If you do you betta duck
Ima hit em' in his body,
Somebody patching you up
Ima bust a nigga head,
Somebody wrapping you up
When I ask you for ma shit,
Nigga am i asking too much?
Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce
Its dirty, you can tell tha truth
Im dirtier than a reverend
Fighting internal revenue
Ima get mine,
You can call me Uncle Sam
Used ya for your services,
And i dont give a damn
Slap bush with ma stash
All these taxes and this cash
Got these bitches sellin ass
Homicide for tha cash
Homicide for tha cash
Ridin around gunnin mass
Summertime son of sam
Triple C gon gun you down
Twenty birds on this surb
Posted up on tha curb
Got a lotta pistol game
So we at ya A-Day
If you owe me a dime
Boy you better give me mine
Cuz im pullin ma nine
With one thing thats on ma mind
[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
[Verse 2:]
Still waitin on tha call
Homie supposed to be my dawg
It done been more then a week
He caught himself runnin off
Yea he bought two, two
But I fronted anotha three, three
But ima get him marked off
fo no less than a quarter key
Yea I broke him off,
Now I gotta break him off
He think he using his head,
I gotta take it off
Therefore im loosing his head
And then im taking off
Mashing in the grand national
Wont break it off
Lemme break it down
I see fifty off a chicken
Everytime I break it down
Bad little Bitches shake it
when they break it down
Lemme break it down
I Broke it down,
To tha smallest slab
Cuz im so fat
I got the fiends callin cabs
Im out here for my stacks
Im out here for my stacks
From the side of the bridge,
You gotta cross the tracks
Dade county D Boyz at yo front door
Three in tha mornin and ya know what dey knockin fo'
[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?
[Verse 3:]
Im like a professor,
I weigh and i measure
Triple beam on tha dresser
Couldn't be fresher
Cookin's my pleasure
Cookies my treasure
Hustle couldn't be better
Muscle you couldn't measure
Niggas feelin tha pressure
Pressure they bust pipes
I'm cool with your bitch
Your bitch fuck nice
(See I need that)
Fly hoes on my team
(See I need that)
My hoes will gimmie anything
Grinding back in Savana
Climbing back through Atlanta
Shoot the makin, See what shakin
My shit white as Miss Vanna
Its Rick Ross
Rolls-Royce when I floss
Ima big boss
And I neva took a loss
(See I need that)
(See I need that)
I might of took a loss
But it wasnt like that (Ross)
So Im back on my grizzle
Got the streets on sizzle
Its Ricky Rizzle
The rich nizzle
Tha rich nizzle
Now bitch
[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
rick ross - swear to god
[Intro]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate
[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!
[Verse 1]
I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d!ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these p-ssy niggas
I never hate on all these p-ssy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership
[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!
[Verse 2]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these p-ssy niggas
You could never hesitate and you's a p-ssy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a f-cking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G's, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga
[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money â?? so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!
[Verse 3]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that's off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m's
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I'll get you assholes left in the past tense
[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money â?? so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!
rick ross - i got it
Ohh, I got it, I got it
Been a ten since it all began
Don't ask me why 'cause I got it
I work hard, yeah I put work in
He shine it up but I drive it
I ain't saying that I'm bragging babe
I just like to celebrate my accolades
Push it to the limit, like a big body benz
Push to the limit, push it
Push to the limit
I'm just saying how I feel about my life right now
My head so high and I can't come down
This is where I'm at and I'm on it, on it, on it
He feeling my persona trying to push up on it
Ohh
Well, I'm ready able and capable
So come get it
What are you waiting for?
Cause I lit it, hit it, now watch it blow
When I finish with it, you'll see the smoke
Ohh, what I can give is almost perfect babe
I ain't got no worries, look into my face
If you want it, I got it
That body on me, I got it
When you wake up, I got it
That ain't never leaving and I got it
Boy this body on lock and we can take it there
Anything that you think of, I got it right here
Take it to the edge, I got it
Throw it up if you got it
Put them bottles up if you got it
Keep spending that money like you got it
'Cause you may never get another night like this
So push it to the limit, if you about this life then live it
She knowing I'm the hottest, knowing I'm the biggest
Fuck being modest, I'm worth 50 million
Bricks on consignment, killed Carolina, bullet proof coupes
Silk shirts designer
She wanted cappuccino so I bought the Starbucks
2. 4 that's off 2 notch roll
Nickels on the corner, Pickles in the salad
Pictures on the wall, Chickens in the attic
Choppa's in the phantom
Bezels on the watches
Hate in your heart, really you the target
They say I'm hard to kill, there's money on my head
(Let's make it work tonight)
Mastermind coming, still running from the fed, It's Boss
If you want it, I got it
That body on me, I got it
When you wake up, I got it
That ain't never leaving and I got it
Boy this body on lock and we can take it there
Anything that you think of, I got it right here
Take it to the edge, I got it
Throw it up if you got it
Put them bottles up if you got it
Keep spending that money like you got it
'Cause you may never get another night like this
So push it to the limit, if you about this life then live it
If your on it, like I'm on it
Then come on it, we gon' flaunt it
I'm gonna stand on top of the globe
I don't think you're ready yet, boy this thing is drippin' wet
Tell me what your tryng to do?
I can have you floating higher than what you got in that cup
I can tear that thing up, I can tear that thing up
Got you creepin up behind, as your feeling up on mine
Usually I wouldn't give you none but fuck it, I'm on one
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it
If you want it, I got it
That body on me, I got it
When you wake up, I got it
That ain't never leaving and I got it
Boy this body on lock and we can take it there
Anything that you think of, I got it right here
Take it to the edge, I got it
Throw it up if you got it
Put them bottles up if you got it
Keep spending that money like you got it
'Cause you may never get another night like this
So push it to the limit, if you about this life then live it
rick ross - made man
[Rick Ross]
Two door Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa papers
Smoking my favourite berryâ??s
F65 I call it Rihanna
It got a red top but itâ??s white like Madonna
Made man, you hear what I said
Having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
Made man, also known as Papi Chulo
And Iâ??m running straight up in the culo
My wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill
Super head and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my pocket
Got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga Rocky
Still smoking sickie, it aint no other option
Not for made n-ggas and Iâ??m never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the standards
My yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills
Thats all Iâ??m throwing, if she wont her momma will
Made n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a n-gga tryna live
Made man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred squares
If you scared, called the feds
Made men, Iâ??m screaming dollar bills
Park the trunk on the Porsche
There they go, Dollar bills
[Drake]
Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny
Find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I donâ??t know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
Cant see shit, I donâ??t know where the f-ck Iâ??m at for certain
When it boils down, Iâ??m just a T.O n-gga
But bitches tell me that I just look like a creole n-gga
Rick Ross Made Men lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/rick-ross-made-men-lyrics.html
New Orleans know itâ??s love, everytime Iâ??m in town
Shout out my n-gga tens, thats my brother my round
Spending tomorrows money, I call it mañana
Off the rack just aint my style, I call it designer
One of my baddest women ever, I call her Rihanna
But thats cause her name is Rihanna!
Iâ??m in the condo just posting watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
Smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a ballad
Tattoo on your ass, itâ??d be nice if you show me
Iâ??m buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Iâ??ve got the right to do it, itâ??s only right to do it
Love me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
Still love my team, aint no other option
Not for made n-ggas and Iâ??m never stopping
Iâ??m Damon Wayans, just know that homie donâ??t play that
You know we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that bitch insane
Got my revolver too, I call it Ving Rhames
You still a baby boy, we doing big things
Street n-ggas, you hear what I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the feds
Facing twenty, he just did a dime
Been out a year, look like he finna ride
Genocide, these people killing time
Throw you in a hole, you must be penalised
Soon as you see success, haters reinvest
Miami guns drive, half a million nothing less
Raised the bar, I set the standards
My yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk
Set it on the napkin, let it cool off
[Chorus]
rick ross - we takin over
[Akon:]
Oh, oh
[Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!
[Akon:]
Konvict Music, yeah
[Khaled:]
We the best
We takin' over
Listennn!
[T.I.:]
Ay, ay
Started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Phildelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches
Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it
[Akon:]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Rick Ross:]
Triple C, Black Flag
We rich, yeah
[Khaled:]
Listennn!
[Rick Ross:]
Boss, it's what I does
I get money everyday, everyday I does
That Benz, is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride
You better, move! Ak all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm +B.I.G.+ like Diddy
Damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie of my city
Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
The [?] can get [?], stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous
Miami on fire, you better be, cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see that you know I'm from Port City
I run in 'cause Rick Ross is boss shit
[Akon:]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Fat Joe:]
Cribs Mania
Khaled!
BX, TS nigga
[Khaled:]
Listennn!
[Fat Joe:]
Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'ma tell you like a g told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace
You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees
Nigga please, I spit crack every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!
[Akon:]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Khaled:]
Listennn!
[Birdman:]
Birdman daddy, I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the fam', I'ma give him son
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run
Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long
Been a g in the game now my son on the throne
[Lil Wayne:]
I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I am untamed, I need a leash
I am insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
and I like, my spite ease the peak
And my wrist special par but the mule is cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust, you're a do-er
That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor
Red like red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?
[Akon:]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
rick ross - the boss
(feat. T-Pain)
[Intro:]
Ricky Ross (the boss), T-Pain, J-J-J-J-J-R
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Gotta fresh line up fresh outfit bouta have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash
She like a gangsta cause
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x3]
Cause it just another day in the life of a goddamn boss
[Verse 1: Ross]
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
Always wear plastic cause baby shit happens
She leave the backseat just to freak in da magnum
Hopped out the magnum hopped in the tray
Just to let the top back and thank God for the day
Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight
Still in da streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name {ROSS}
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten black maybacks back to back in a lane
I'm a make it rain then I'm a make it back
You are just a lame lil homie that's a fact
Workin with the police actin like ya know me
Fresh outta jail already in ya old?
[Chorus:]
Gotta fresh line up fresh outfit bouta have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash
She like a gangsta cause
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x3]
Cause it just another day in the life of a goddamn boss
[Hook: T-Pain]
The boss, boss, boss, the boss [x6]
Shawty straight diggin me and I ain't even rich
I know you niggas on the sideline like ain't that a bitch
I'm on my job and I ain't gettin off
Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss
[Verse 2: Ross]
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
Got the biggest car spanish broads no bra
Callin otha lames for the walks in the park
I ain't come to play games I just wanna play my part
Tell ya girlfriend to come talk with my dawg
We straight G's and we came here to ball
Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you count em all
Then we off to the chevy fire it up and takin off
Baby slow it down cause you movin to fast
Ya ass too fine to be movin too fast
Back to the thuggin now I'm sippin sy-z-urp
All my niggas love it baby that's my w-is-ord
Stack for da jeans five bones for the sh-is-irt
I don't smoke? 800 for da?
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shon's that's standin by the car
[Chorus:]
Gotta fresh line up fresh outfit bouta have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash
She like a gangsta cause
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x3]
Cause it just another day in the life of a goddamn boss
Ay, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ay [x2]
Ay, uh huh, yea, uh huh, yea, yea, yea
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far [x6]
rick ross - prayer
[Sniff Sniff]
Song 27 Da Lord Iz My Life Lord 4give 4 My Sins
(I Aint Cryin' I Aint Cryin')
Cuz I Hv Sined Da Lord
Is Da Stucure Of My Life N Whom I Sow B Afaid N B4 I Wrap Up This Port Of Miami Emamies N (Plz Lord)
Some Foes Tryin 2 Take My Fresh Thr's Alot Of My Brothers N Sisters Dats Stumblein' Still Dat Wasnt Here
2 Dat Wasnt Here 2 Watch This Come Past (Sniff Sniff Sniff) Lord Who Dat Is Cooppin Aginst I Sould Not
Fear Since I Cant Do Shitthou Washer Rise Else I Will Say A Prayer (Aman) N This Ishou B Confert (Aman
Aman) This Iz 12 Years In Da Makin No Side Deals Wit Satan Im Dealin' Wit Da Maker (Strate Up) Alot Of
Homies Ask Wuts A Prayer A Prayer Is Wut Keept My Foucis 12 Years (12 Years) A Prayer Iz Wut Save I Sud Of
Ben Indited Now My Kids No Jay-Z (Sawn Carter) A Prayer Iz Wut Keept My Here When Da Bullets Cut Da Air I
Felt It N I Jus Said A Prayer A Prayer Iz Like Medasince It Will Heal Wounds Ask Bush Vietern (Ask) Big
Holes In A Nigga Side Snug Nose 45homeboy
Jus Close Ur Eyes Put Ur Hands 2geter Bow Ur Head
Keep Me Alive
Keep Me Out Da Fedz
Gotta Bless Da Kids
1 4 Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dan Dear Lord Here I Am So I Repant My Sins 4give Me
Da Grapes On Da Plate
Da Tags On Their Feet
Da Nice Mama Cryed
Im Thuggin Wit Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dan Dear Lord Here
I Am I So 2 God (Ross)
I Did Some Things In Da Past If I Cud Lord I Will Help U Bring Em Back (Plz Lord) I (Ross) Feel Pain Man
It Aint Cuz I Cant Speak Dats Y I Get So Many Songs I Cant Sleep On It (Damn Man Damn Dog) Tatoos 4
4giveness (Cross) I Mite Not Get But 4give Me (Laross) Im Here N Im Fightin Like A
Matherfucker (Matherfucker) Tripple Cs Xcited Like A Matherfucker (Tripple Cs) Say A Prayer Put Da Weed In
Da Air N Thank God Once Agin 4makin' Me A Millionair (Aman Aman Aman) Thank God 4 Makin' Me A Millionair
Put Ur Hands 2getter Bow Ur Heads
Keep Me Alive
Keep Me Out Da Fedz
Gotta Bless Da Kids
4 Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dan Dear Lord Here I Am So I Rep
Ant My Sins 4give Me
Da Grapes On Da Plate
Da Tags On Their Feet
Da Nice Mama Cryed
Im Thuggin Wit Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dans Dear Lord Here
I Am (Ross)
I Used 2 Get Sticks Of Da Hoes Zonenow Back 2 Back Covers 4 Da Ozone Jb (Ozone) Made Da Magazine
Billborde Goin' Stongrollin In Da Phanum Wit Matherfuckin Rollin Stones (Stones Nigga) U Stuck Wit Me Thou
Thick N Thin Sittin Back Got Ur Mama Sittin In A Benz (Lord) Make U Damn Near Want 2 Cry Low 95 Stack Money
Like Homacide (Homacide) Blood Sed After Midnite (Midnite) Its Jus Me N This Weeve Tryin' 2 Get Rite (Tryin
Yall Rite) Blood Sed After Midnite (Midnite Midnite) Its Jus Ross Tryin 2 Get Rite (Jus Tryin 2 Get Rite)
Put Ur Hands 2getter (2getter) Bow Ur Heads
Keep Me Alive
Keep Me Out Of Da Feds
Gotta Bless Da Kids
1 4 Da Fam
4 da Dippin Dans dear Lord Here
I Am So I Repant My Sins 4give Me
Da Grapes On Da Plate
Da Tags On Their Feet
Da Nice Mama Cryed
Im Thuggin Wit Da Fam
4 Da Dippin' Dans Dear Lord Her
E I Am (Ross)
rick ross - foreclosures
[Intro]
There's so many things that I don't understand. Sometimes, being in the position I am, with no malicious intent, my nigga, you can take it how you want it. I see it from both sides, I feel a nigga pain
[Verse 1]
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga's things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family fortune is forever what you stood on
Sold dreams, fantasies that put the hood on
You reap what you sow, and they speaking repossessions
To the culture itself, these are powerful lessons
These niggas always smiled when I came around
They let you know my reputation when you in my town
A real nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one?s at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered because that was your dog
Now you hands-on, but things don?t ever seem right
You make a call to give your lawyer the green-light
He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
It?s so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar accounted for, double M the crew
[Hook]
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it?s repossessed
Can?t feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that cash rules
Success is a precious jewel
[Verse 2]
Planting poison in a nigga mind
Chilling with your boys when it?s time to grind
We both come from those humble beginnings
Still can?t believe we never followed each other on Twitter
Funny thing is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one choice
You can take an L or take the shell
It's still double M still making mills
Made niggas respect my hustle on both coasts
I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest
I need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closest
You still digging through ashtrays killing the roaches
And I never took an L back when Meek fell
Just drove the numbers all the way back up at retail
[Hook]
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it?s repossessed
Can?t feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that cash rules
Success is a precious jewel
[Verse 3]
Can?t be writing checks with your eyes closed
While you living out of homes in different time zones
Mind blown finna strip you out your rhinestones
Pistol to your ear, this that level I?m on
I apologize woadie but this all I got
Everybody in this office we could die tonight
I never met an artist who fully recouped
These the deals the deal dealers wanna deal to you
Young niggas, time to act your wage
Buying belts you seen on other niggas waists
Hoes fucking for follows, they wanna post online
Whole time, shorty knowing I?m the gold mine
Put it on all he needed was a co sign
Black minks and gloves, nigga, the whole nine
TV on the Rolls, shit, I had to hold mine
You?ll foreclose or fold just for soul signs
[Hook]
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it?s repossessed
Can?t feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that cash rules
Success is a precious jewel
[Outro]
Success is a precious jewel
Success is a precious jewel
rick ross - i m only a human
Lord knows I ain't perfect
I'm only human
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mmaa make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes
12 years old and you dealin' crack
Your momma only 26 - how she deal with that?
Got a deadbeat dad, but he far from dead
He never knew chocolate milk make you fart real bad (Naw!)
One thing that I wish I could change
Just to see my daddy wavin' at a football game
Just to see my daddy standin' when they say my name
Walk me to the locker room and say, "Son, good game! " (For real!)
You make a tackle, but nobody there to clap
So I'm writing down my feelings, never knew it was a rap
Our house burnt down, we livin' in motels
So no matters how it sound, let me give you the whole tale!
Goddamn! Now the tears won't stop!
Momma held down three jobs, can she live on top?
Never flew on a plane 'til my LP drop
So I told her once week that her ears are gonna' pop!
(ROSS!)
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes
Wake up Sunday morning, wanna see my son
He already wanna see his sister, he ain't seen in months
I know it's about the dollars, so I'm steamin' blunts
At the custody hearing and I'm clean as f**k! (BOSS!)
I ain't mad at cha girl, do your thing!
Last night I hit the club and I threw that change! (Yeah!)
I'mma write you off, unemployed to a Boss!
Another young broad, I'll run in there raw!
Raw, raw - oh yes I am!
Chevy on ground, call it Mex-I-Can
I run D.C. like Leo G
In A-T-L, I keep a bird in the P-O-T
M-I-A! I'm The Mayor on my J-O-B
You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D
Bink in VA, drinking V8
Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak the DA!
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes
I know I'm not perfect (For real!)
But I perfected, what I had to work with
Trunk full of sack, saying my prayers
Let me cut the music down so The Lord can hear!
Psalm 27, ink tatted in my arm
Made me think back, when I was baggin' up a bong
Young D-Boys always bragging about the run
I was on my third Rolley Â? now, I guess we're the bomb!
Now it's deep cuts in the club for the watch
Might let two dimes just f**k while I'll watch!
I'm a Delano, it's Tony Soprano
I f**k with Chicanos
They get it, G - I know!
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes
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