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1. talk dirty ft. jason derulo & 2 chainz 2:58

[intro: jason derulo]
hahaha
get jazzy on ’em

[verse 1: jason derulo]
i’m that flight that cha get on
international
first~class seat on my lap, girl
riding comfortable (oh, yeah, hah)
’cause i know what da girl dem need
new york to haiti
i got lipstick stamps on my passport
you make it hard a leave

[pre~chorus: jason derulo]
been around the world, don’t speak the language (uh~huh)
but cha booty don’t need explaining (uh~huh)
all i really need a understand is (uh~huh)
when you
talk dirty to me

[chorus 1: jason derulo]
talk dirty to me (what?)
talk dirty to me
talk dirty to me (what?)
get jazzy on ’em
[verse 2: jason derulo]
you know the words to my songs
no habla inglés (oh)
our conversations ain’t long
but chu know what is
i know what the girl dem want
london to taiwan
i (taiwan) got lipstick stamps on my passport
i think i need a new one

[pre~chorus: jason derulo]
been around the world, don’t speak the language (uh~huh)
but cha booty don’t need explaining (oh, uh~huh)
all i really need a understand is (uh~huh)
when you
talk dirty to me (whoo)

[chorus 2: jason derulo]
talk dirty to me (haha, what?)
talk dirty to me (talk, yeah)
talk dirty to me (ayy, what? uh, yeah)

[post~chorus: jason derulo & 2 chainz]
(uno)
met cha friend in rio
(dos)
she was all on me, oh
(trés)
we could ménage à three, though
(cuatro)
oh, yeah (2 chainz)
[verse 3: 2 chainz, jason derulo, & 2 chainz & jason derulo]
dos cadenas, close to g~nius
sold~out arenas, you can suck my p~n~s (ooh, d~mn)
gilbert arenas, guns on deck (deck)
chest~to~chest, tongue on neck (neck)
international oral s~x
every picture i take, i pose a threat (true, yeah)
bought a jet
what’d cha expect?
her p~ssy’s so good, i bought her a pet (oh~oh~oh~oh, tell ’em)
anyway, every day, i’m tryna get to it
got her saved in my phone under “big booty” (haha)
anyway, every day, i’m tryna get to it
got her saved in my phone under “big booty”

[chorus 1: jason derulo]
talk dirty to me (yeah, yeah)
talk dirty to me (talk to me, talk, ah, ooh)
talk dirty to me (oh, yeah, oh)
get jazzy on ’em
2. champions ft. quavo, desiigner, travis scott, kanye west, gucci mane, big sean, 2 chainz, & yo gotti 5:36

[intro: quavo]
quavo

[verse 1: quavo, desiigner, & travis scott]
lifestyle on camera (camera)
hunnid~thousand~dollar chandelier (chandelier)
they tried a turn me to an animal (animal)
but white people think i’m radical (radical)
supermodels think i’m handsome (handsome)
you might think i’m too aggressive (word, aggressive)
but, really, i think i’m too passive (ayy)
’til i pull out the chopper, start blasting (fifteen~hunnid, baow)

[chorus 1: travis scott & desiigner]
all in singles (straight up)
throw it up
watch it fall and drop
’round~and~’round they go (git, strapped, git, strapped, thrrah)
’round~and~’round they go (git, git, git, ooh~ooh, git)

[verse 2: kanye west, desiigner, & gucci mane]
pray for me (why?)
i’m about da hit the ye b~tton (git, thrrah, git)
i don’t wanna say nutting wrong (why?)
but it’d be wrong if i ain’t say nutting (thrrah)
imagine if i ain’t say some’ (git)
wouldn’t none thee n~ggas say nutting (git, git)
i done lost and made money (why?)
now i’m making some’ they can’t take (thrrah) from me, and i’m—
fresh out of debt in this muh’f~cker (why?)
and they still ain’t ready yet for a muh’f~cker (thrrah)
yeezy might have da go and put his louie on (on)
i’m ’bout da go gucci in the gucci (thrrah) sto’ (it’s gucci, sto’~o’~o’~o’~o’)

[verse 3: gucci mane & travis scott]
fresh out the feds in this motherf~cker (hah)
and they still ain’t ready yet for a muh’f~cker (no)
gucci mane and i’m ’bout da put my yeezys on (huh?)
now that gucci home, it’s over for (yeah) you gucci clones (fifteen~hunnid)

[chorus 2: travis scott, desiigner, big sean, & quavo]
all in singles (straight up)
throw it up
watch it fall and drop
’round~and~’round they go (strapped, strapped)
’round~and~’round they go (git, git, i)
champions (oh)
we run the city
number one (oh)
they falling from the top
’round~and~’round they go (oh, oh, oh, woah, git, woah, thrrah, ’round~and~’round)
’round~and~’round they go (oh, oh, straight up, oh, ooh~ooh, look, ayy)

[verse 4: big sean, desiigner, big sean, & big sean & travis scott]
i say a prayer for my enemies (prayer)
they cannot slow down what’s meant for me (git, thrrah, git, straight up)
funny how they come around like i can’t see through they secret identities (thrrah)
lately, it’s all about zen in me (why?)
subtracting the negative energy (git)
f~ck with the family, turn yo’ ass to a memory
my (git) n~ggas (git) keep it a century (git, thrrah, git, one~hunnid)
i blow the check up, n~gga, detonation (git)
k!ll ’em one~by~one, final destination (git, git)
top my destination
i got guardian angels all (why?) around a n~gga, that’s deflecting satan (thrrah, god)
i’m a motherf~cking champion (git)
this right here the f~cking anthem (git, git)
i can’t dap ya without hand san’ (why?)
ion’t know where yo’ dirty~ass hands been (swerve, swerve, swerve, rah)
i wake up to like a hunnid texts (one~hunnid of ’em, git, git, thrrah)
championship team, but we can’t cut the net (okay)
she all off in my jersey looking underdressed (straight up, straight up, straight up, for sure, whoo)
i’m finna buy this b~tch a honda crx
wit’ fifteen~hunnid

[chorus 3: travis scott, desiigner, 2 chainz, & quavo]
all in singles (straight up)
throw it up (word)
watch it fall and drop
’round~and~’round they go (’round~and~’round it go, yeah, ’round~and~’round it go, strapped, strapped)
’round~and~’round they go (i’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole than a get down in a hole, 2 chainz, uh, ooh~ooh, ayy)

[verse 5: 2 chainz, big sean, & travis scott]
i took a nap in the pulpit
i never like how a suit fit
i got a pocket full of money
it got me walking all slew~foot
i’m on my wave like a cruise ship
in that hoe mouth like a toothpick
anyone get in my way
nothing da say, i tote ’em choppers like pool sticks (bah)
i wear pajamas to ruth’s chris (oh)
couldn’t walk a mile in my new kicks (nah)
i’m coming from the apartments (yeah)
we never had our d~mn pool fixed (d~mn)
walk in the mall wit’ my new b~tch
tell her da get the whole rack
my new b~tch gon’ pull me a new b~tch
then pull me a new b~tch
see, that is a snowball effect
i got gold on my neck (gold)
looking like a super bowl on my neck (woah)
i got a mansion full of marble flows
it look like i could go bowl in this b~tch
versace logos on bowls in this b~tch
whoo
like i’m a serial k!ller
i put the real in gorilla
i did this sh~t for my n~ggas (n~ggas), yeah (fifteen~hunnid, yeah)

[chorus 4: travis scott, desiigner, yo gotti, & quavo]
all in singles (straight up)
throw it up
watch it fall and drop
’round~and~’round they go (’round~and~’round it go, ’round~and~’round it go)
’round~and~’round they go (i’d rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole)
champions (oh)
we run the city
number one (oh)
they falling from the top
’round~and~’round they go (oh, go, ’round~and~’round it go, oh, oh, ’round~and~’round it go, no, no)
’round~and~’round they go (oh, i’d rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole, oh, oh, i’m yo gotti, ooh~ooh, ayy)

[verse 6: yo gotti, desiigner, & gucci mane]
reach for my chain is suicide (oh, yeah)
the car i drive fit two inside (yeah)
they mad at ye ’cause he all in the neighborhood (oh, oh, oh, why?)
but he let them goons inside (git, git, thrrah)
let f~ck up the neighborhood (oh, oh, oh, git)
let f~ck up the neighborhood (why? git)
buy every house in this b~tch (oh, oh, oh, why?)
you know that the money good (git, git, thrrah, git)
my wrist in the kitchen go ’round~and~’round (oh, oh, oh, whoo)
play with the kid, i’ma gun ya down (git, whoo, thrrah, git)
the roof on that wraith in the lost~and~found (oh, oh, oh, why?)
official trap sh~t, let me slow it down (why?)
way more sh~t than a pamper (oh)
all we rock is bandanas (why?)
whips so nasty, no manners (oh, oh, oh)
i (why?) just got head in a phantom (thrrah, go)

[verse 7: gucci mane, desiigner, & travis scott]
she say she~on’t want a chump (oh, oh, oh), baby want a champ
she say money make her cum (oh, oh, oh), gucci made her damp (gucci)
1017’s the squad (oh, oh, oh), gucci mane the stamp (heh)
and he don’t ever sleep (oh, oh, oh), he’s a f~cking vamp’ (heh)
i heard cho’ b~tch ride on the bus, you don’t give a d~mn
my b~tch drive a lamb’, you should call her “ma’am”
i love my auntie jane, but f~ck uncle sam
i’m a walking money machine, check my instagram (thrrah, go)
n~ggas never test the kid, so i don’t have da cram
my city treat me like a king, i should wear a crown (hah)
and ion’t really f~ck around (no)
i gave my b~tch two~mil’ ’cause she stuck around (wop, fifteen~hunnid)

[chorus 4: travis scott, desiigner, & quavo]
all in singles (straight up)
throw it up (word, oh)
watch it fall and drop
’round~and~’round they go (’round~and~’round it go, ’round~and~’round it go)
’round~and~’round they go (i’d rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole)
champions
we run the city (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
number one
they falling from the top
’round~and~’round they go (’round~and~’round it go, ’round~and~’round it go)
’round~and~’round they go (i’d rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole, ooh~ooh, ayy)

3. chloraseptic (remix) ft. eminem, phresher, & 2 chainz 10:52

[verse 1: eminem & phresher]
instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)
to the english language
with this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper (haha)
this rap sh~t got me traveling place to place, you barely leave your house (house)
’cause you’re always stuck at cha pad (pad)
it’s stationary
yeah, that’s why when i brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)
simon cowell of rhyming foul, that’s why ya sound so shook
wire~bound notebook got tied around your throat
hook it inside your mouth, go, “hrruh”
that’s what it’s like when the mic is out
’cause i’m tearing at cha flesh with it (flesh with it)
’til your larynx and neck are split (neck are split)
with these lyrics, weapons, expert with (expert with)
like hair extensions, extra clips (extra clips)
and you’re scared a effing death of it (death of it)
b~tch, you’re staring at a legend that (at a legend that)
in a pair of skechers, sweatshirt ripped (sweatshirt ripped)
and hoodie black, should be strapped
to a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, b~tch (record, b~tch)
finger so high in the air, i’ll bet cha senses flip (senses flip)
like a barometric pressure switch (pressure switch)
caring less who i offend with this (this)
i’m at cha neck like pez dispense (pez dispense)
go ‘head, spit cha flow, b~tch (i’m at cha throat like chloraseptic, chloraseptic)

[chorus: phresher & eminem]
‘septic (yeah)
and you got strep, i’m too complex with (i’m too complex with)
‘plex with (yeah)
this sh~t i wrote is on some next sh~t (on some next sh~t)
next sh~t (yeah)
i’m at cha throat, i’m feeling reckless (i’m feeling reckless)
reckless
yeah (yeah, and i’ll take a hundred of you, hundred of you)

[post~chorus: eminem & phresher]
hundred of you (baow~baow~baow~baow)
all at once like i had nothing da lose (nothing da lose)
what can i do?
my appetite for destruction is loose (destruction is loose)
destruction is loose
and all it wants is to have something da chew (something da chew)
something da chew, something da chew (something da chew)

[verse 2: eminem & phresher]
yeah, uh (haha)
and still conjoined at
the hip with hop, still on point and poignant
sk!lled as floyd is
in this field, and still no filter, boy
i’ll put chu in your place (yeah)
like a realtor, boy
you still ain’t in the building, boy
i will destroy sh~t, even as i build it
get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison
which is the source, easy da still pinpoint it (like what?)
like a real thin joint, it (what?)
comes on quilted northern (and what?)
in a built~in toilet (yeah)
b~tch, i told chu i’m a dog (woof)
i wouldn’t heal with ointment
way i’m kicking these fairies’ tails
should write a children’s storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)
million voices in my head
but still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment (off what?)
off the feel of going in (like?)
like your b~tch when she gives me brain
like she thinks i’m dumb (ugh)
grabs the crown of my d~ck and blows me da kingdom come (yeah)
’til i feel anointed
she makes iller noises
when she’s with me, must be from the windy city (huh)
pretty apparent (pretty apparent)
she’s a milf when blowing me (blowing me)
’cause i conned her into, ripping the condom in two (whoo)
d~ck is a bargaining tool, now i’m getting blew like klonopins, rude jude
i go there, you wouldn’t
well, i still have a few views in common wit’ chu
just not youtube, ’cause— (i’m at cha throat like chloraseptic, chloraseptic)

[verse 3: eminem & phresher]
you’re a has~been
that has been the case since back when
you last went and threw your hat in the race
you’ve been trash (b~tch)
stick your raps in the trash bin
or end up in my next rhyme
you’re a f~ckboy, so next time
it’s gonna be heads flying like dez bryant
with a tec~9 against rex ryan (yeah)
now, watch me set it like correct time
all ya get is sloppy seconds like a timex, i
clock rejects into the next life
talking reckless, but it’s just my
strongest suit, but chu can get my colombian necktie
prostitute, just climb in the humvee and let’s ride
why ya hitching at night?
i put an end to your life, s~x crime
kidding aside, insidious vibe
girl, ya know ya got the prettiest eyes
but all you’re getting is bribed
any old lie da try da get chu inside
then we gon’ end up spending the night
and i’m skinning your hide like an indian tribe
what kind of nut drives a budweiser truck
finds a sl~t, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up
binds up, cuts, slices her twice?
but the m~ff diver must just like it rough
f~ck right in her v~g~n~, blood
flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh (music, please)
enthusiast of the roofie
goal is to get a floozy inside the jacuzzi
and have a loosey~goosey as cool c is with an uzi
but i am to rap what blue jeans mean to bruce springsteen
glued we be, i’m trutv, you’re too pg
i’m schoolly d, you’re spoonie gee
no diss there, just notice there
are no similarities that we share
besides the fact we breathe air
happily married a rap, and i’m glad that we buried
the hatchet and patched it up
now i’m back da ratchet up my attack
and i’m at cha motherf~cking throat like— (i’m at cha throat like chloraseptic, chloraseptic)

[post~chorus: eminem, phresher, & 2 chainz]
hundred of you (baow~baow~baow~baow)
all at once like i had nothing da lose (nothing da lose)
what can i do?
my appetite for destruction is loose (destruction is loose)
destruction is loose
and all it wants is to have something da chew (something da chew)
something da chew, something da chew (2 chainz, something da chew, yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: 2 chainz & phresher]
take ’em da church
i’m talking the tabernacle
it’s the return of the body sn~tcher
walk in the spot, made my woman smack ya (whoo)
in a fruit fight, i aim at cha adam’s apple
pull up in the candy car, eating a candy bar
and my girl eating a candy apple
yeah (mmm)
i line their ass up (up)
i aim at their goozer (bah)
all of these stones on my neck (neck)
they must have looked at medusa
pockets rasputia of course
i drove some rims to court
i f~cked some twins before
i had a benz before
this i’ the sin report
this i’ the murder, murder, pass the burner, em (em)
your money shorter than an acronym (ayy)
big body when i’m backing in (whoo)
ladi~dadi, got a bunch of bodies
n~ggas faking, n~ggas human~trafficking (whoo)
i’m on the act’ again (i’m on the act’ again, uh)
this ain’t a accident, uh
king like akaren
i run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)
never neverland, sh~t came with a ferris wheel (godd~mn)
ferris day off, baby, ar in the same car
most of y’all my sons, aw, look at little jr
f12 same color kate moss, uh
i’m talking wristing the pot
i’m talking this and you not
i’m talking bricks and you not
i’m talking straight up~and~down
n~gga, like 6:00
this i’ the equinox
this what the people want
somebody at the door
i heard the speaker knock
uh (i’m at cha throat like chloraseptic, chloraseptic)

[chorus: phresher]
‘septic (yeah)
and you got strep, i’m too complex with (i’m too complex with)
‘plex with (yeah)
this sh~t i wrote is on some next sh~t (on some next sh~t)
next sh~t (yeah)
i’m at cha throat, i’m feeling reckless (i’m feeling reckless)
reckless (yeah)
yeah (yeah)

[verse 5: phresher]
do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
thee b~tches got flavors
they all wanna smoke, but ain’t doing no labor
but they shopping at raleys, they stinging like tasers
act hollywood like they play for the lakers
they fly on the latest
crocs, alligators, say “hi” da my haters
pardon my neighbor
we eating that chicken, lobster, potatoes
you must be sniffing that yayo
if you don’t think i’m that n~gga
swagger on ten since a day old
it’s a~okay though, whipping up whip like it’s mayo
every track is a k.o., technical k.o
go off your head like i’m ayo
out of this world, talking nato
it’s ’cause of jail, hoe, don’t be an a~hole
’cause i got shooters that shoot when i say so (lay low)
wanna be in my shoes, you ain’t paid no dues (our shoes)
go, n~gga, you ain’t break no rules (h~ll yeah)
high school, n~ggas ate cho’ food (food)
might dumb it down a little, but i ain’t no fool (h~ll yeah)
n~ggas hate every day, b (yeah)
sh~t is o.c. lately (yeah)
gotta break ’em off with these dre beats (yeah)
or i might go crazy (h~ll yeah)
thee n~ggas too godd~mn lazy (too lazy)
don’t ever, ever, ever try da play me (to play me)
lil’ shawty now coming from bk (bk)
but i’m tryna come up like jay~z (like jay~z)
nothing but love for my idols (love for my idols)
i feel entitled a titles (to titles)
f~ck it, man, i want the title (i want the title)
submission, they going all viral (i’m at cha throat like chloraseptic, chloraseptic)

[verse 6: eminem, eminem, eminem & phresher, & phresher]
bin laden with a pen, bodying again
i begin slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda been
ali or the svengali embodiment of sin
like a saudi in the taliban plotting an event
in the lobby of the intercontinental with an obvious intent
and i would not even relent up on a little
like osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle
of the pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental (stop)
back~and~forth
back~and~forth
like jack kevorkian’s ass to court
“rap mature, why can’t chu be like macklemore?” (huh?)
“why ya always gotta smack a wh0re?” (huh?)
it’s likely the psychiatric ward’s a last resort (huh?)
something’s gotta give, that’s for sure
yet, chu keep coming back for more
not as raw as i was, “‘walk on water’ sucks”
b~tch, suck my d~ck
y’all saw the tracklist and had a fit
‘fore ya heard it, so ya formed your verdict
while ya sat wit’ cha arms crossed
did cha little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill)
nah, dawg, y’all saying i lost it?
your f~cking marbles are gone (wait, em)
but, nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (skrrt)
brain’s a powder keg, i draw inspiration outta hate
real pain in the paper, i don’t trace
but if i look strange and outta place
it’s ’cause i’m an alien, that’s why
i write ’til the page is outta sp~ce (duh)
from 7 mile in novara
to, “how can i be down?” all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah)
we shot for the stars (yeah)
’cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah)
so rewind it to your high school dance to the night before
if you think you’re promised tomorrow (yeah)
now i’m ’bout da fool again
this tune is sick, it’s luminous, the moon is lit
a freaking lunatic, a human computer chip
and i’m soon a stick a broom in the uterus of your hooters chick
if i was you, i wouldn’t do nothing stupid due to the mood i’m in
i’m losing it, you get chewed like a junior mint
show me who da rip, it’s time for you da get screwed
empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (whoo)
how many f~cking rappers did i go through?
dispel doubt, but cha won’t admit i smoked
and you was spellbound, h~llbound in my snowsuit
but, am i supposed to sound like everything else out?
’cause i don’t get compared to it, only myself now
well, i can see the fair~weather fans and sales down
but the only way i care is if i let myself down
but, what the f~ck have i woke to?
time da eat the vocals and sh~t out pro tools
i know ya still want me da ill out, don’t chu?
hoping the old slim’s gonna spill out, open
fire on your whole camp with this spit, i roast you
so, chill out, no, you
hoes couldn’t roast me with the sh~t i wrote chu
then i took a stand, went at tan~face and practically cut my motherf~cking fanbase in half and still outsold chu
you just called my sh~t trash?
thank god, i rap better when the odds are stacked
“revival’s wack, i don’t like the ‘zombie’ track
and when he’s talking that garbage psychotic cr~p
where’s your content at?
what’s with all the conscious rap?
p!nk, beyoncé this and kehlani that” (yeah)
i just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack
’til i’m ready da respond, then i’ma launch it at ’em
idiotic from the f~cking embryonic sac
to the body bag, i’ll be back
and when i am, i’ll be at cha f~cking throat like chloraseptic (chloraseptic)

4. x ft. kendrick lamar, saudi, schoolboy q, & 2 chainz 4:28

[part 1]

[pre~chorus: kendrick lamar]
somebody pop all day
hol’ up, somebody on they way
hol’ up, i wore the crown all day
hol’ up, somebody can’t relate (black panther)
hol’ up, stay down wit’ no faking, go up
top~down, i’ve been racing, go up
she wild and been dangerous, go up
my crown in rotation, yeah (yeah)

[part 2]

[chorus 1: kendrick lamar]
are you on ten yet? are you on ten yet? wait
are you on ten yet?
are you on ten yet? i live on ten, wait
but, are you on ten yet?
are you on ten yet? hol’ up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up

[verse 1: saudi]
f~ck~up indawo (woah)
come tear this sh~t down (woah)
i see double cups (yonke indawo)
o’volovolo (yonke indawo)
got benjamin franklin phezulu komadiba (no h0m~)
soldier from the jungle
i keep the piece on me, i leave you puzzled
ngiphethe ucherry we ngamla, black card on her
money longer than hair on her
in her mouth like cavity
and i’m higher than her dad’s salary
saudi, are you on ten yet?
phuza i~lean, smoking, you know popping xanax
pop ixanny ngathi yitszeni
hit the msotra if you’re looking for me
somebody ngiph’ indw~ngu netissue, i’m dripping
somebody’s daughter finna swallow all these children
imali is my achilles’ heel, yeah
i race you to a hundred~million

[pre~chorus: kendrick lamar]
somebody pop all day
hol’ up, somebody on they way
hol’ up, i wore the crown all day
hol’ up, somebody can’t relate
hol’ up, stay down wit’ no faking, go up
top~down, i’ve been racing, go up
she wild and been dangerous, go up
my crown in rotation, yeah (yeah)

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
are you on ten yet? (hol’ up, hol’ up)
do you have henn’ yet?
jewelry on windex (jewelry on windex)
whoop, eighty my rolex
might maybach the benz, two~door coming out
black~on~black again, i might gold the trim
i’ve been built to win, i don’t exit here
too much flexing here, go~go gadget this
too much bread a get, i’ve been stretching up
ain’t no catching up, i don’t rest enough, uh
i don’t plan for luck, i keep working hard
who keep blessing us? uh
i’m on a ten and i need a ten
n~gga, done made him a m a week
n~gga, december been good a me
not even kendrick can humble me
n~gga too rich to go do the lease
tryna become a way bigger meech
n~gga, my tooth is like ten~a~piece
tde family, the genovese
her tits are c cup, her ass an a~plus
i got my grades up, i had no backup
now, run the check up, now run the check up
and f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up (whoop)

[chorus 2: kendrick lamar]
are you on ten yet? are you on ten yet? wait
are you on ten yet?
are you on ten yet? i live on ten, wait
but, are you on ten yet?
are you on ten yet? hol’ up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up
somebody, somebody, somebody on ten

[part 3]

[verse: 2 chainz & kendrick lamar]
originality (ten), couple fatalities
candled my car and it’s sweet like a cavity (are you on ten yet?)
saying they after me, ain’t no one after me
baby mama used to work at the applebees (are you on ten yet?)
somebody call my phone, yeah
i’ma send their ass to voicemail (are you on ten yet?)
ion’t even check my voicemail (ten, ten, ten, ten)
big weight (ten, ten, ten, ten), i’ma need a horse scale
f12 berlinetta
i can wear shorts in the winter, uh
wore turtlenecks in the summer, uh
this here is not for beginners, yeah
digi~scale, fingernail
went da h~ll, came back, went da jail
left jail, went da benihana’s
kenny on the corner, got the swagger on me
yeah
different fabric on me
yeah
this for trappers only
yeah
married to the game
yeah
holy (yeah) matrimony
yeah
boots upside cho’ cranium
f~cked up someone’s stage again
from strip~clubs to stadiums
i took my shot and made it in

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
are you on ten yet? are you on ten yet? wait
are you on ten yet?
are you on ten yet? i live on ten, wait
but, are you on ten yet?
are you on ten yet? hol’ up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up
f~ck the place up, f~ck the place up (up)

5. headband ft. yg, b.o.b, & 2 chainz 3:42

[intro: yg & (b.o.b)]
mustard on (yeah) the beat, hoe (bandz)

[verse 1: b.o.b]
already got one rolled up in my left hand (in my left hand)
p~ssy on my mind, tighter than a headband (than a headband)
kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands (in my sweat glands)
this sh~t i’m on, better than the next strand (ayy)
than the next strand, better than the next strand (ayy)
she head down, booty~popping in a handstand (bandz)
i shine bright, i’ll give your girl a slight tan (whoo)
i make that p~ssy whistle like the old spice man (~whistles~)
ion’t even understand why she’d ever want a man
if she ever throw it, i’d catch it like a cornerback (like a cornerback)
like a cornerback, that’s an interception (interception)
you think i give a f~ck? that’s a misconception

[refrain 1: b.o.b]
oh, what a night (yeah)
oh, what a night (yeah)
the roof is on fire (yeah)
so what? i’m high (yeah)
i said, oh, what a night (hey)
oh, what a night (hey)
yeah, she a bad b~tch
all jokes aside (whoo~ooh~ooh~ooh)

[chorus: b.o.b]
hey
look at baby over there (over there)
wassup?
lil’ mama, come here (come here)
she started talking, but i really couldn’t hear (hah)
until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror (oh~oh)
uh
like she do it in the mirror (do it in the mirror)
uh
like she do it in the mirror (oh~oh)
she broke it down, started moving like shakira (moving like shakira)
uh
like she do it in the mirror, i chop one

[post~chorus: b.o.b & 2 chainz]
chop two, chop that ass down (down)
chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
all i want chu da do is just drop that ass down (yeah)
drop, drop that ass down, uh
now, look back at it (2 chainz)

[verse 2: 2 chainz & b.o.b]
whistling dixie
middle school, i was getting head on a ten~speed
gigolo bloodline
pimping hereditary
black on 28s, it remind me of february
day you can f~ck wit’ me?
that would be neveruary
dead~ass rapper shoulda came with a cemetery
i am so cold (i am so cold)
n~gga like ben & jerry
fill a n~gga, deal a n~gga, k!ll a n~gga, obituary (tell ’em)
my vision blurry
these b~tches flirting
i’ve been drinking all night, i think my kidney’s hurting (d~mn)
so i closed the curtains on the ’62
her ass’ll knock your ass out, you better stick~and~move (true)
chain hang to my ding~a~ling (what?)
chain hang, chain hang to my ding~a~ling (yeah)
to do a threesome, you gotta intervene (intervene)
her legs, so s~xy when i’m in~between (whoo~ooh~ooh~ooh)

[post~chorus: b.o.b]
chop two, chop that ass down (down)
chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
all i want chu da do is just drop that ass down
drop, drop that ass down, uh
now, look back at it

[verse 3: b.o.b]
she do it like she do it in the mirror
be cautious, that booty is bigger than it appears
she speed it up or slow it down like she’s switching gears
i’m looking for the baddest one here, i tell her, like:
“do that there (do that there)
do that there” (do that there)
you gotta stretch it out, girl, move that there
she bend it over, touch her toes when she toot that there
like, “hut one, hut two”, girl, who back there?
who back there?
i’m back there
i could take a step back and sip my cognac there (cognac there)
picture~perfect body, that’s a kodak there
now, make a n~gga feel welcome like a doormat’s there, i’m like:

[refrain 2: b.o.b]
“oh, what a night
oh, what a night
the roof is on fire
so what? i’m high”
i’m like, oh, what a night, oh, oh, what a night
that’s a bad b~tch
all jokes aside (whoo~ooh~ooh~ooh), there she go

[post~chorus: b.o.b]
chop two, chop that ass down (down)
chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
all i want chu da do is just drop that ass down
drop, drop that ass down, uh
now, look back at it

6. 2 of amerikaz most wanted ft. 2pac, daz dillinger, & snoop dogg 4:08

[intro: 2pac, daz dillinger, & snoop dogg]
ayy, light that up, snoop, why you acting like that?
ah, sh~t, hehe, you done f~cked up now (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
you done put two of america’s most wanted
in the same motherf~cking place at the same motherf~cking time? (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
hehehehehe, y’all n~ggas about da feel this (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
break out the champagne glasses and the motherf~cking condoms
have one on us, aight? (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party, a toast to the gangsters)

[verse 1: 2pac, snoop dogg, & daz dillinger]
picture~perfect, i paint a perfect picture
bombing hoochies wit’ precision, my intention’s to get richer
with the s~n, double~o~p, dogg, my f~cking homie
you’s a cold~ass n~gga on them hogs
sure enough, i keep my hand on my gun ’cause they got me on the run
now i’m back in the courtroom waiting on the outcome
“free 2pac” is all that’s on a n~gga’s mind
but at the same time, it seem they tryna take mine
so i’ma get smart and get defensive and sh~t
and put together a million march for some gangsta sh~t
so now they got us laced
two multi~millionaire motherf~ckers catching cases (hmm)
b~tches, get ready for the throw down, the sh~t’s about da go down (biatch)
uh, me and snoop about da clown
i’m losing my religion, i’m vicious on these stool pigeons
you might be deep in this game, but cha got the rules missing
n~ggas be acting like they savage, they out to get the cabbage, i’ve got
nothing but love for my n~ggas living lavish
i’ve got a pit named petey, she nigerino
i’ve got a house out in the hills, right next to chino
and i think i’ve got a black beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like bugsy siegel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up by the little homie in the regal, uh
it feels good to you, baby~bubba
you see, this is for the g’s and the ki’s, motherf~cker
now, follow as we ride
motherf~ck the rest, two of the best from the westside
and i can make you famous
n~ggas been dying for years, so, how can they blame us?
i live in fear of a felony
i never stop bailing these motherf~cking g’s
if you got it, better flaunt it
another warrant, 2 of amerikaz most wanted (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)

[chorus 1: daz dillinger & 2pac]
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party (nothing but a gangsta party)
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party (nothing but a gangsta party)
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)

[verse 2: 2pac, snoop dogg, & daz dillinger]
now, give me fifty~feet, defeat is not my destiny
release me to the streets and keep whatever’s left of me
jealousy is misery, suffering is greed
better be prepared when you cowards f~ck with me
i bust and flee, these n~ggas must be crazy, what?
there ain’t no mercy, motherf~ckers, who can fade the thug?
you thought it was, but it wasn’t, now disappear
bow down in the presence of a boss player
it’s like, cuh, blood, gang~banging
everybody in the party doing dope~slanging
you gotta have paper in this world
you might get cha first sn~tch before your eyes swirl
you doing your job every day
and then you work so hard ’til your hair turn gray
let me tell ya ’bout life and ’bout the way it is
you see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid
they tell me not da roll wit’ my glock, so now i got a throw~away
floating in the black benz (biatch), tryna do a show a day
they wonder how i live with five shots
n~ggas is hard to k!ll on my block
schemes for currency and dough~related
affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
no answers to questions, i’m tryna get up on it
my n~gga, dogg, and me (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party, eternally the most wanted)

[chorus 2: daz dillinger & 2pac]
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
(nothing but a gangsta party)
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party)
nothing but a gangsta party
it ain’t nothing but a motherf~cking gangsta party (ain’t nutting but a gangsta party, biatch)

[outro: daz dillinger & 2pac]
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
where you at? where you at?
ain’t nutting but a gangsta party
yeah, b~tch, hehe
death row

7. good drank ft. quavo, 2 chainz, & gucci mane 3:44

[intro: quavo & 2 chainz]
yeah (uh)
alright
hmm~mmm~mmm
i did it (hmm~mmm~mmm), hehehe
yeah

[verse 1: 2 chainz & quavo]
used to treat my mattress like the atm
yeah, bond number 9, that my favorite scent (uh~uh, yeah)
can’t forget the kush, i’m talking og (uh~uh, yeah)
rest in peace to pop, he was a og (uh~uh, oh, yeah)
285, i had that pack on me (uh~uh, uh)
i cannot forget i had that strap on me (uh~uh, yeah)
rest in peace to my n~gga doe (hmm~mmm~mmm, doe, troup, hmm~mmm~mmm)
all we ever wanna do i’ ball (hmm~mmm~mmm, ball, hmm~mmm~mmm)
that was the easy part (whoop, uh)
we playing that weezy hard (uh~uh, tell ’em)
we sit in the kitchen late, heh
we tryna make an escape (we tryna make an escape, yeah, ooh~ooh~ooh)
tryna make me a mil’ (uh)
so i’ma keep me a plate (yeah, plate)
i told ’em, “shawty can leave” (leave, ooh~ooh~ooh)
so i’ma keep me a rake (yeah, rake)
so i’ma keep me a wraith (uh~uh, wraith)
my jewelry look like a lake (uh~uh, water)
today, i’m in the maybach (whoo)
and that car came wit’ some drapes (yeah, drapes?)
you know i look like a safe (uh~uh, safe?)
i put chu back in your place (uh~uh, place?)
i look you right in your face (uh~uh, face?)
sing to your b~tch like i’m drake (sing to your b~tch like i’m drake, woah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: quavo]
good drank (good)
big knots (big knots)
good drugs (drugs)
i put a four on the rocks (lean)
(yeah) drop~top (skrrt~skrrt)
no hotbox (no~oh~oh)
12 tryna pull me over
pink slips to the cops
she said (12) the molly give her thizz face (uh)
put the d~ck in her rib cage (yeah, cage)
whips out, kunta kinte (uh)
diamonds clear like bombay (yeah, ‘bay)
take your babies, no harambe (uh)
play wit’ keys like doc dre (yeah)
3k like andré (uh)
and your girl, call her, come through (yeah)

[interlude: quavo & gucci mane]
ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
(it’s gucci, ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh, heh)
(burr, heh)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
your trunk in the front
well, check this out, my top in the trunk (heh)
you play wit’ my money
then check this out, cho’, pop in the trunk (heh)
three~mil’ in a month
but i just did three years on a bunk (huh?)
oh, you in a slump
i’m headed to oakland like kevin da runt (go, clean)
what is your point?
square with the stamp, f~ck kevin durant (heh)
lay on my trap
play wit’ my cap and i’ll knock off your hat
i’m taking (pow) the cheese and k!lling the rats
gucci mane, call me the cat with the racks
i’m swerving, but i’m in back of the ‘bach
i’m persian, man, i got hoe’ from iraq
i’m serving, i pay a bird for that (burr)
he nervous, ain’t got no words for that
he hurt and want all of his purses back
he mixing the syrup with the percocets (lean)
she perfect and she got perky br~~sts (mwah)
i just want some (mwah) of that turkey neck (mwah)
trapper of the year, i’m from bouldercrest
you snitch of the year cause you told the bis’ (wop, yeah)

[outro: quavo, 2 chainz, & 2 chainz]
ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh (ayy, mike dean)
ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh (this sh~t hard as f~ck, bruh)
ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh (you a living legend, i appreciate that)
(ayy, guwop, ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh, i’m glad cha home, cuz)
(quavo)
(ya already know, man)
(you got next on thee n~gga’, double~salute, man)
(true sh~t)
(2 chainz)
(hair weave k!ller)
(daniel son: the necklace don)
(“chapo jr.”)
(i mean, i can go on for days, heh)

8. life goes on ft. 2pac 5:02

[chorus 1: 2pac]
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie
if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas
we the last ones left
but life goes on
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie
if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas
we the last ones left
but life goes on (as i bail through the empty halls)

[verse 1: 2pac]
breath stinking in my jaws
ring, ring, ring, quiet, ch’all, incoming call
plus, this my homie from high school, he getting by
it’s time da bury another brother, n0body cry
life as a baller
alcohol and booty calls
we used to do ’em as adolescents, do you recall?
raised as g’s
loc’ed out, and blazed the weed
get on the roof, let’s get smoked out, and blaze with me
two in the morning and we still high, assed out
screaming, “thug ’til i die” before i passed out
but now that chu’re gone, i’m in the zone
thinking i don’t wanna die all alone, but now you gone
and all i got left are stinking memories
i love them n~ggas to death, i’m drinking hennessy
while tryna make it last
i drank a fifth for that ass when you passed, ’cause life goes on

[chorus 2: 2pac]
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie
if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas
we the last ones left
but life goes on
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie
if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas
we the last ones left
and life goes on

[verse 2: 2pac]
yeah, n~gga, i got the word, it’s h~ll
you blew trial and the judge gave ya 25 with an l
time da prepare da do fed time
won’t see parole
imagine life as a convict that’s getting old
plus, with the drama, we’re looking out for your baby’s mama
taking risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her
life in the hood is all good for n0body
remember gaming on dumb hotties at cho’ party
me and you, no truer two, while scheming on hits
and getting tricks that maybe we can slide into
but now you buried
rest, n~gga, ’cause i ain’t worried
eyes blurry, saying goodbye at the cemetery
though memories fade
i got cha name tatted on my arm
so we both ball ’til my dying days
before i say goodbye
kato and mental, rest in peace
thug ’til i die

[chorus 3: 2pac]
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie
if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas
we the last ones left
but life goes on
how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace, young n~gga, there’s a heaven for a g
be a lie
if i told cha that i never thought of death
my n~ggas
we the last ones left
’cause life goes on

[verse 3: 2pac]
bury me smiling wit’ g’s in my pocket
have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
let the hoes that i used to know
from way befo’ kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen, so i can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of gin, in case i don’t get in
tell all my people i’m a ridah
n0body cries when we die, we outlawz, let me ride
until i get free
i live my life in the fast lane, got police chasing me
to my n~ggas from old blocks, from old crews
n~ggas that guided me through back in the old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for the homies
see, we both gotta die, but cha chose to go before me
and brothers miss you while ya gone
you left your n~gga on his own, how long we mourn? life goes on

[outro: 2pac]
life goes on, homie
gone on, ’cause they passed away
n~ggas doing life
n~ggas doing 50 and 60 years and sh~t
i feel you, n~gga, trust me, i feel you
ya know what i mean?
last year, we poured out liquor for ya
this year, n~gga, life goes on, we’re gonna clock now
get money, evade b~tches, evade tricks
give player haters plenty of sp~ce
and basically just represent for ya, baby
next time you see your n~ggas, we gon’ be on top, n~gga
you gon’ be like, “godd~mn, them n~ggas came up”
that’s right, baby, life goes on
and we up out this b~tch
hey, kato, mental
y’all n~ggas make sure it’s popping
when we get up there, man, don’t front
life goes on
hold me no more, hold me no more
yes, it do, yes, it do, yes, it do

9. i ain’t mad at cha ft. 2pac & danny boy steward 4:54

[intro: 2pac]
change?
sh~t
i guess change is good for any of us
whatever it take for any of y’all n~ggas to get up out the hood
sh~t, i’m wit’ cha, i ain’t mad at cha
got nothing but love for ya, do your thing, boy
yeah, all the homies that i ain’t talk to in a while
i’ma send this one out for y’all
know what i mean? ’cause i ain’t mad at cha
heard ch’all tearing up sh~t out there
kicking up dust, giving a motherf~ck
yeah, n~ggas, ’cause i ain’t mad at cha

[verse 1: 2pac]
now, we was once two n~ggas of the same kind
quick da holla at a hoochie with the same line
you was just a lil’ smaller, but cha still rolled
got stretched to y.a. and hit the hood swoll
‘member when you had a jheri curl, didn’t quite learn
on the block, wit’ cha glock, tripping off sherm
collect calls to the crib, saying how you’ve changed
oh, you a muslim now? no more dope game
heard cha might be coming home, just got bail
wanna go to the mosque, don’t wanna chase tail
it seems i lost my lil’ homie, he’s a changed man
hit the pen’ and now no sinning is the game plan
when i talk about money, all you see is the struggle
when i tell you i’m living large, you tell me it’s trouble
congratulations on the wedding, i hope your wife know
she got a player for life, and that’s no bullsh~tting
i know we grew apart, you prolly don’t remember
i used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
and i can see us after school, we’d bomb
on the first motherf~cker with the wrong sh~t on
now the whole sh~t’s changed, and we don’t even kick it
got a big money scheme and you ain’t even with it
knew in my heart you was the same motherf~cker that
go toe~da~toe, when it’s time da roll, you got a brother’s back
and i can’t even trip, ’cause i’m just laughing at cha
you trying hard a maintain, then go ahead
’cause i ain’t mad at cha

[chorus 1: danny boy steward & 2pac]
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha

[verse 2: 2pac]
we used to be like distant cousins, fighting, playing dozens
whole neighborhood buzzing, knowing that we wasn’t
used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
i’m getting blitzed and i reminisce on all the times we shared
besides bumping~and~grinding, wasn’t nothing on our mind
in time, we’d learned a live a life of crime
rewind us back to a time was much too young da know
i caught a felony, loving the way the guns blow
and even though we separated, you said that chu’d wait
don’t give n0body no coochie while i’ll be locked up~state
i kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
said i’ll return, but i gotta fight, the fate’s arrived
don’t shed a tear, ’cause, mama, i ain’t happy here
i blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years
they got me going mad, i’m knocking busters on they backs
in my cell, thinking, “h~ll, i know one day i’ll be back”
as soon as i touch down
i told my girl i’d be there, so, prepare da get f~cked down
the homies wanna kick it, but i’m just laughing at cha
’cause you’s a down~ass b~tch, and i ain’t mad at cha

[chorus 2: danny boy steward & 2pac]
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
a true down~ass b~tch, and i ain’t mad at cha

[verse 3: 2pac & (danny boy steward)]
well, guess who’s moving up? this n~gga’s balling now
b~tches be calling da get it, hookers keep falling down
he went from nothing da lots, ten carats to rock
went from a n0body n~gga to the big man on the block
he’s mr. local~celebrity, addicted to moving ki’s
most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury
see, first, you was our n~gga, but cha made it, so the choice is made
now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days
so full of pain while the weapons blaze
getting so high off that bomb, hoping we make it to the better days
’cause crime pays, and in time, you’ll find a rhyme’ll blaze
you’ll feel the fire from the n~ggas in my younger days
so many changed on me, so many tried a plot
that i keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
’til god return me to my essence
’cause even as an adolescent, i refused to be a convalescent
so many questions, and they ask me if i’m still down
i moved up out of the ghetto, so i ain’t real now?
they got so much to say, but i’m just laughing at cha
you n~ggas just don’t know (oh)
but i ain’t mad at cha

[chorus 3: danny boy steward & 2pac]
i ain’t mad at cha
hah
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
h~ll nah, i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
you know i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
i ain’t mad at cha
(i ain’t mad at cha)
i ain’t mad at cha

10. cut her off ft. k camp, will a fool, & 2 chainz 4:04

[intro: k camp & will a fool]
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (brr, nah, nah, nah, nah)
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (brr)
link up (will~will~william, so, what cha saying, hoe?)

[chorus 1: k camp]
you know i’m the man, hoe (whoop)
nutting but a bird, i’ma leave ya where you stand, hoe (whoop)
heard cha got a man, hoe (whoop)
hope he understand though (whoop)
you ain’t nutting but a creeper baby, i’m just saying though (yeah), saying (yeah) though (yeah, yeah)
ayy
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (ayy, whoop, whoop, whoop, whipping on the low)

[verse 1: k camp]
hope your man don’t see her (see her?)
she’ll bust it down for some d~mn lime~a~ritas (ritas?)
chew me like some bubblegum, something like rasheeda (rasheeda?)
gotta get my partner some, she on me like adidas (‘didas?)
baby, you can’t hold back, stop flexing like you not (not?)
your man tryna patrol that, i guess he is a cop (cop)
but he really can’t cuff if he busting at my spot (spot)
but i done had enough ’cause you making my sh~t hot (whoop)
blowing (whoop) up (whoop) a n~gga (whoop) phone, what i tell yo’ a’ ’bout that? (’bout that)
tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that? (do that)
catch me playing around with that mouth while he hit it from the back (baow)
and you can’t say nothing now ’cause we all been through with that
through with that (ayy)

[chorus 2: k camp & 2 chainz]
(ayy)
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, haha)
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (turn up, turn up, turn up, yeah)
so, what cha saying, hoe?
you know i’m the man, hoe (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
so, what you saying, hoe?
you know i’m the man, hoe (yeah, ayy, 2 chainz)
you know that ain’t a real bag

[verse 2: 2 chainz & k camp]
b~tch, that’s a knock~off
when i get that work, i get da jugging like hot sauce
out~outdoor pool, lakefront (front)
hit~hit it from the back, rearrange her lace front
stunting
tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
if i don’t like that hoe, i turn her ass into a frisbee (tell ’em)
if i don’t like yo’ disc, i turn that hoe into a frisbee (yeah)
i throw it out on old nat right by the wendy’s (d~mn)
three cellphones and all of ’em jumping (h~llo)
i can see your hoes and all of ’em nothing (true)
yeah, i’m a don, don cheadle, don cornelius
watch the dom spill
pockets fat as don cartagena, n~gga, done deal (ayy, done deal)

[chorus 3: k camp]
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, haha)
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (turn up, turn up, turn up)
so, what cha saying, hoe?
you know i’m the man, hoe (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
so, what you saying, hoe?
you know i’m the man, hoe (ayy, whoop, whoop, whoop, baby, i’m ashamed)

[verse 3: k camp]
why you acting this~a~way? (way)
if she ’bout that action, you can bring her this~a~way (way)
hit her on yo’ mattress, make you feel some type of way (way)
pass her to my migos, they gon’ bust it, andalé (yeah)
please don’t play them games ’cause i know that’s what chu like (like)
knock it out the frame, baby girl, it’s alright (alright)
yeah, that p~ssy bomb, i just call it dynamite (‘mite)
you ready? here i come, i can do this sh~t all night (do this sh~t all night)

[chorus 4: k camp]
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, haha)
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (turn up, turn up, link up, yeah, yeah)
so, what cha saying, hoe?
you know i’m the man, hoe (whoop)
nutting but a bird, i’ma leave ya where you stand, hoe (whoop)
heard cha got a man, hoe (whoop)
hope he understand though (whoop)
you ain’t nutting but a creeper baby, i’m just saying though, saying though
ayy
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
it ain’t none’ da cut that b~tch off (ayy, whoop, whoop, whoop)

11. do for love ft. 2pac & eric williams 4:42

[intro: 2pac]
turn it up loud
hahaha, ahahaha, hey, man
you a lil’ sucker for love, pac
word up, hahahahaha (a sucker for love)
i should’ve seen you was trouble right from the start

[verse 1: 2pac & (eric williams)]
taught me so many lessons
how not to mess wit’ broken hearts, so many questions
when this began, we was the perfect match, perhaps
we had some problems, but we working at it, and now
the arguments are getting loud, i wanna stay
but i can’t help from walking out, just throw it away
just take my hand and understand if you could see
i never planned a be your man, it just wasn’t me
but now i’m searching for commitment, in other arms
i wanna shelter you from harm, don’t be alarmed
your attitude was the cause, you got me stressing
soon as i opened up the door wit’ cha jealous questions
like, where can i be? you’re k!lling me wit’ cha jealousy
now my ambition’s to be free
i can’t breathe, ’cause soon as i leave, it’s like a trap
i hear you calling me da come back, i’m a sucker for love (what chu won’t do)

[chorus 1: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (that’s right, sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (sucker for love)
what chu won’t do
do for love?
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up
just when i thought i broke away and i’m feeling happy

[verse 2: 2pac & (eric williams)]
you tried a trap me
said chu’re pregnant and guess who the daddy? don’t wanna fall for it
but in this case, what could i do? so now i’m back
to making promises to you, tryna keep it true
what if i’m wrong? a trick da keep me holding on
tryna be strong and in the process, keep it going
i’m ’bout to lose my composure, i’m getting close
to packing up and leaving notes, and getting ghost
tell me who knows a peaceful place where i can go
to clear my head, i’m feeling low, losing control
my heart is saying, “leave”, oh, what a tangled web we weave
when we conspire to conceive, and now
you getting calls at the house, guess you cheating
that’s all i need a hear, ’cause i’m leaving, i’m out the door
never no more you will see me, this is the end
’cause now i know you’ve been cheating, i’m a sucker for love (what chu won’t do)

[chorus 2: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (don’t, sucker for love)
what chu won’t do
do for love? (oh, yeah, sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (oh, baby)
now he left you wit’ scars

[verse 3: 2pac & (eric williams)]
tears on your pillow and you still stay
as you sit and pray, hoping the beatings’ll go away
it wasn’t always a hit~and~run relationship
it used to be love, happiness, and companionship
remember when i treated cha good
i moved you up to the hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
me and you, a happy home, when it was on
i had a love da call my own
i should’ve seen you was trouble, but i was lost, trapped in your eyes
preoccupied wit’ getting tossed, no need a lie
you had a man and i knew it, you told me
don’t worry ’bout it, we can do it now, i’m under pressure
make a decision ’cause i’m waiting, when i’m alone
i’m on the phone having secret conversations, huh
i wanna take your misery
replace it wit’ happiness, but i need cha faith in me, i’m a sucker for love (what chu won’t do, what chu won’t do)

[chorus 2: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (for love, sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (that ain’t right, i’m a sucker for love)
what chu won’t do
do for love?
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (no, what chu won’t do)

[outro: eric williams & 2pac]
do for love? (sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (sucker for love)
what chu won’t do
do for love? (sucker for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up (sucker for love)
what chu won’t do? (do for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up
what chu won’t do? (do for love)
you tried everything, but cha don’t give up
do for love, yeah, baby, yeah
do for love

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