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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 - 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 - magnificent
It's Da Boss.
It gets no better than this...
Maybach Music!
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it,
This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it, I'm living it
(Oh I), I can show you, show you better that
I can tell you, I can show you, Oh I
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style,
Far from bein' shallow cause she caught me wit a smile,
Try to figure out my style,
Baby that will take a minute but if all we got is time,
You can't be actin' timid, so we back to playin tennis,
We been goin' back and forth,
She the one that I adore, so I tried it in aurar,
Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream,
I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens,
I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit,
I'm a g, I'm a CEO which means that
I profit off of me (Yea!).
All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs,
Fresh outta flight school, cause I'm fly right? (Yea!)
Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin'to breathe air,
If it's not a Maybach, really who da hell cares?
My money long, my nigga my money strong,
If you ain't gettin' money dat mean you done somethin' wrong (Boss!)
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it,
This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it, I'm living it
(Oh I), I can show you, show you better that
I can tell you, I can show you, Oh I
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style,
Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles,
Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes, and I never phone ahead,
All she do is hear the pipes, project bitches,
Upscale kittens, fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits,
Maybach money so I always had a vision,
I would always tell ma niggas but... ain't nobody listened.
Words work magic, haters wreak havoc,
There ain't nothin'on my back but the delicates of fabrics.
I made a transition from the thieves,
To the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen.
Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S. Dot ring,
Sean Don for my crew, bad hoes in pursuit,
Masspike on a two, Gunplay he a glue goon wit a attitude (Holla!)
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it,
This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it, I'm living it
(Oh I), I can show you, show you better that
I can tell you, I can show you, Oh I
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style,
When I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile,
nigga you a clown, here's the number you should dial,
Ye start wit 305 but we end at 4 pounds.
Stop at ... old pound, for life is a ??,
All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down,
Money is a must tommy guns on a bus,
Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck,
Wear red all the time but really
I'm colour blind, wanna catch my attention nigga, throw up a dollar sign.
One time for tha Crips, young g's buyin cribs and
I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip.
The game never change, money still a focal,
But its time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total,
Like Rev Run in the tub still smokin',
In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland!
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it,
This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it, I'm living it
(Oh I), I can show you, show you better that
I can tell you, I can show you, Oh I
rick ross - hustlin remix
[Intro with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
[Hook with Jay-Z ad-libs]
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'
[Bridge with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm...
[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
I'm a walkin' memorial
I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
So nigga just let that cause go
[Hook with ad-libs]
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'
[Bridge]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm...
[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Hey, let's go
Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit
[Hook]
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'
[Bridge]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm...
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars
I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest drought
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man
[Hook]
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'
[Bridge]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm...
[Ad-libs]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
by nbU'
rick ross - 911
[Intro]
God forgives...I don't
In other words, retaliation is a must!
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 1]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming, but we sliding on 'em all!
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong
Fuck wit me!
[Hook]
Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela
Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper
Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, that switch the topic
Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment!
She let me smell her pussy!
I know you smell the money!
Still smell the gunpowder
911: 100 miles and running
[Hook]
rick ross - hold me back
[Intro]
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
[Hook]
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
[Verse 1]
I look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce
I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
And while my niggas sell dope and don't know what else to do
The only thing on my mind, I'm tryin' to keep on the lights
I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight
Everything whipped well, I'm eatin' steak, no more soup
Then I parked the Caprice, I went and bought me a coupe
Everything takes time, but this shit came fast
Niggas standin' in line, they wanna hold me back
I multiplied my hustle, stimulated my mind
Motivated my niggas and we'll never divide, NO!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me a Lexus
I took over Florida, my connect out of Texas
Then I start sippin' purple, got my shit screwed
When you feedin' your circle, watch your shipments improve
Fabricate 'bout your fortune, all my fabric's imported
Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage
24k my toilet, all my taxes reported
All my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you fuckin' just to hate on your bitches
Niggas breakin' the rules, niggas facin' suspension
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Momma workin' three jobs 'til I told her to quit
How we rose from the sewers, funny now I'm the shit
Niggas ain't gettin' money, but they got an opinion
Had this tech makin' racket, serve you like you were tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check
Bitch nigga let's play chess, yo bitch next, no latex
These niggas won't hold me back, told the feds they sold me sack
Whip 'em right and then come right back
Whip-whip-whip 'em right and then come right back
[Hook]
[Outro]
Pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
They all pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
Lookin' down on these niggas, pussy ass niggas
Pushin' my new Ferrari on these pussy ass niggas
Pussy ho, pussy ho
She a pussy ho until she give me pussy ho
Pussy ho, pussy ho
Pussy ho, she a pussy ho
[Hook]
rick ross - i m not a star
maybach music
i'm not a star, somebody lied, i got a pistol in the car, a 45
if i'd die today, remember me like john lennon
bury the louis, i'm talkin all brown linen
make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
load up the choppers like it's december thirty first
roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty
i told em i got it, therefore i gotta do ya dirty
back on my benz, been in these bitches 830
scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
goin on 12, go home and tell that man i'm lyin'
i got a bake sale, bitches stunnin for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that's a dan marino
talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
niggas feel my pain, i aint even gotta say it
where i come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
how i can save when all my niggas in the can
and by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand
pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
i'm not a star (x4)
all black lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he ricky
pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
i'm not a star (x4)
i'm not a star, somebody lied, i spent a milly on the car
it come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
it's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
and i'm quick to blow a milli in a minute
i know them people wanna stick me with the senates
i'm a player catchin bitches like i'm TO
trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he neno
three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
my niggas never sing if i need em i go to neo
fuck a famous bitch then i treat her just like a ski-oh
not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
monday for monages and tuesday i get a trio
and the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO
pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
i'm not a star (x4)
rick ross - all i have in this world
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Intro: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)]
Okaaaay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
It's nowhere to go
[Hook: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (Whaaaat)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
(Boss) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I left the? in the house and I let's my bitch drive
Twenty dischange I goes to this five
No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe
Fire up the kush she hit it now this?
Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down
See that ass from the side that's before she sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packin a pistol
Fuck kicked out, bitch I'm tearin this shit down
Yeah my chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down
Watch that dick standin up, girl it's hard to get down
Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down
Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now
Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Smokin us a teefer name of the reefer
The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya
My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothin
I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothin
My money so long his money ain't nothin
My money in front of me his money just frontin
You know the routine in movin a few things
Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em
Twenty something cars, motherfucker I'm winnin
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Sippin on that Remy outside of the club
Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club
Yeah them bitches comin with me I'm shinin like a?
I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love
Chickens pullin on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
Tattoos?
? I debut LeBron James
Came back Mike Vick I buried ya dog brains
Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin
Got the top down and I'm feelin like Steve Austin
You know the routine still movin a few things
Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Boss
rick ross - i m bad
[Chorus:]
Im Bad (im bad) Im Back (im back), Im Mad (im mad) Im strapped (im strapped)
Nigga What You Want Nigga who you wit
Came wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
Im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
Nigga what you want nigga who you wit
Came Wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
[Verse 1:]
Aint no limit to the shit I start
Automatic start on that big white car. Pearl pink jar nigga you cant rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. Spots, Imma get my stacks. This crack comin back like that income tax. Told you once he told you twice. You need more than a knife You wanna rock that ice. Im bad, magazines up the ass. stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo ass. He a flash, all black mask. Rappin ass nigga talkin all that jazz. Ride up on him show him how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown butt naked and he pound. Tell the truth that nigga be rippin, aint it man. just got a Chevy and I got my shit painted man.
[CHORUS]
[Verse 2:]
Used to be on the corner, on marijuana. Now its marijuana from california. Big buds, bitches wit big butts. Big BMW's home of the dick sucks. My Bob Marley is bumpin like bitch what. My money bumper to bumper now bitch what. Im bad im back. im mad im strapped.
Nigga what you want nigga who you wit. Came wit my dog leavin wit a bitch. i dont see no nigga when im on the grind, all i see is hoe niggas when im on the grind. 45 no nigga, kno im holdin mine. Imma knock his ass down if its own his mind. Tell the truth that nigga be rippin aint it man, just got a Benz and I got my shit painted man.
[CHORUS]
B for the bullets in niggas who gotta die. A for the addicts and junkies who gettin high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks.
B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the dick, dick that I slang. Since money talk, im addicted to my slang. B for the bang. A for the K. D ditch the car for the smooth get away. Im bad, i poke yo ass in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. layin on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you actin like a bitch gotta go gotta go. Tell the truth that nigga be rippin aint it man. Just got a hummer and i got my shit painted man.
[CHORUS]
rick ross - street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this (?)
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I'm out here pullin' mine
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine...
rick ross - 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 - she crazy
Yeahhh mhmm mhmm
Y?? know sometimes ?n life shit ?? ?? crazy,
I wanna smoke one f?r m? nigga peanut,
Th?t?s m? brother forever nigga I l?k? ??? nigga,
Y??r son ?? mine nigga,
L?t m? check th?? bitch r?ght q???k though.
B??n through a lot 9.0 era ?t gets ??ld,
Doing t?rr?bl? h?d ??? take dope ?ff th? road,
H?d a situation wh?r? ?h? kept ?t G ?? fuck,
Sometimes realer th?n th? niggas th?t I trust,
Running ?n banks, walking out stores
Anything th?t I needed signature ?h? w??ld counterfeit,
Fucked up h?r credit overdue leasing cars
It w?? ?ll 50/50 ?n th?? lil thing ?f ours,
Girl used t? lace m? shoplifting ?t Macy?s
I ???t l???d th?t fact th?t ?h? really d?d embrace m?,
Th?n ?h? ?t?rt?d dancing really didn?t faze m?,
St?rt?d popping pills th?t?s wh?n shit g?t crazy
Money come ?nd g? b?t th? trill w?ll remain
Wh?n th?? rap shit pop I t?ld h?r th?t I never change,
H??? b??n stacking change ?nd I gotcha a lil? ??t
Wh?n w? meet aqain girl w? ??n live ?t up.
[Chorus x2:]
(Ooooh) And n? matter th? time ?r th? ?l??? ?n th? matter th? crime,
It?s ???t m? ?nd m?, (Ooooh) ???t m? ?nd m?,
D? ?t ?ll through whatever w? stay collectively (Ooooh) .
Smokin? weed looking ?t ???r depiction ?n th? wall,
I remember hittin? licks th?n w? both hit th? mall
Talkin? n?w kicks, Cologne, down t? Th? Drawers,
Raised l?k? brothers b?t th?? dope game flaw,
Things th?t I saw really m?d? m? wanna change,
Th?? a shame wh?t 5 dollars d? t? niggas veins,
Aft?r graduation best friends parted ways, fuck house parties
Now ?t?s time t? g?t paid w? w?r? movin? white
Even ?? m? niggas touchin? th? H,
W? w?r? subdue br?k? b?t money w?? ?n th? way shit
W??re goin? f?nt??t?? til? m? nigga called th? case,
DNA master homicide back ?n ?98 fucked up plans incarcerated m? man,
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Took h?? Lexus Jeep Diamond Rings ?f h?? hand,
Damn, b?t ??? ??n?t take a real nigga legacy legends live forever,
S? m? letter reads.
[Chorus x2:]
(Ooooh) And n? matter th? time ?r th? ?l??? ?n th? matter th? crime,
It?s ???t m? ?nd m?, (Ooooh) ???t m? ?nd m?,
D? ?t ?ll through whatever w? stay collectively (Ooooh).
teeago
rick ross - all the money in the world
You know Get Money?
Becoming the young Chamillionaire.
Good sight of the things that is important to him.
OLYMPICKS
I?d never trade my old girl for all the money in the world.
I?d never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world.
I?d never trade my only boy for all the money in the world.
I put my last name first!
I can hear my Daddy saying, ?Lil? nigga go get ?em!?
Passed in ?99 cancer all up in his liver.
Shit- difference is now (his?) son?s a lil richer.
I?d never rap again if I could tell him that I miss him.
Why the fuck I own the world when I can?t share it with him?
Bust his ass, so I just want to break bread with him.
Crying in my mansion as I?m holdin on his picture.
It?s a golden moment world, I?m flyin? solo on you niggas.
Being the only boy = definition of a man.
All the money is the world still not a big enough as his.
Still all the money in the world still not big enough as his.
For me to turn my back on me being the man that I am.
Turn off the lights (Turn on the lights),
Take a ride with me. (Take a ride with me.)
I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile),
It?s a fantasy (It?s a fantasy).
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
Momma gettin older feelin pains in her shoulder.
I gotta stay focused and remain a little soldier.
Brace a few wishfuls and the streets begin the whisper.
Praying for you niggas still stocking up my pistols.
Lil nigga getting murdered and buried in all white.
8th grade school you all thinking it?s alright.
Trying to figure out where I?m going with my life.
As I?m stepping on the brake and hangin? a sharp right.
Did my thing in the streets, seen in the streets see me at the park on the swing with my niece.
Watch chipped up, still won?t switch up.
First damn thing, and so you gotta turn that bitch up.
Turn off the lights (Turn on the lights),
Take a ride with me. (Take a ride with me.)
I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile),
It?s a fantasy (It?s a fantasy).
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
Oh Man- When I close my eyes I can see you about a million times.
Its true over and over (over and over).
Yea- I did it again, it kinda makes me laugh cause you?re the one that put me on this map.
I guess I gotta keep moving strong.
I feel like I can?t go wrong.
(Because I can hear you talking with me.
I can hear you talking to me.
I know you hear them saying LaLa La La Laa ?
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
La La LaLa Laa (La La LaLa Laa),
La La LaLa (La La LaLa)
Come and take a ride with me.
I really wanna take a walk wit? you.
It?d be cool to have a drink with you, think with you? take a ride with meee.
There?s so much to say, old memories wont go away?go away? go away? go away?
(yea yea yea yea)
Old memories won?t go away not never never like it was yesterday?
that time never felt so good, never forget about you never never would.
Old memories won?t go away not never never like it was yesterday?
that time never felt so good, never forget about you never never would.
Old memories won?t go away not never never like it was yesterday?
that time never felt so good, never forget about you never never would.
Say you never never would (Say you never would).
Just can?t forget about you, No No no no.
You know I never would and I never could and don?t think that I can never ever could and don?t think I can..
I know you?d understand?woo ooo.
Rose-ay
rick ross - super high
Uh....uh....uh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay
My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon
We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11
I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911
I been tryna fuck for months, babygirl it's now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
...We shinin' when it's pitch dark
Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
{Bring your sexy ass here baby}
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
and she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes
..Rare bottoms by the barrel
Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it's American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
so she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Rick Ross]
If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
I'm super fly, I'm super high
You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine
[Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
Women of a caliber
only seen in magazines and calendars
And I'm sitting with Miss October
cuz my birthday's in October
Strawberry and her Rosé on
I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me
and later on we gonna mosy..
to a place where it's populated and get
durty
[Rick Ross]
If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
[Ne-Yo]
Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are, we are super high
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
[Bridge: Rick Ross]
[Scratched several times]
What the fuck are they yellin' ?
Super hiiighhh
rick ross - it s my time
[Intro: Lyfe Jennings (Rick Ross talking)]
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
[Verse 1:]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce
Ten years later time for me to cash out
You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit
I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on the late nights
When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white
'96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationships
I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit
Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
[Verse 2:]
Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin
Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened
Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin
I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding
Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens
Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent?
Thats in the nature of being a nigga
Being beat down, then able to get up
Being let down, then able to sit up
Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it
I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya
Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya
Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers
You'll be working for the state like you they laywers
Stay loyal, your time will come...
For you to be free and shine like the sun
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
[Verse 3:]
Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job
Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard
Thats the rules of the game for the underdog
Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!)
I left it in Gods hands...
Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan"
I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen"
Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall
See me fell, in the hell of shells
Expired, no liar, I live the tale
I look forward to working with all the real niggaz
I look forward to looking back on drug dealing
I look forward to making my momma smile once
Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts
Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth
I'm loading the guns... Who running the South?
I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door
I got my money right nigga, and I want war
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah)
It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!)
(There'll be no stopping me now)
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