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1. 7 rings (remix) ft. ariana grande, tayla parx, victoria monét, & 2 chainz 4:00

[intro: ariana grande]
yeah

[verse 1: ariana grande & ariana grande]
breakfast at tiffany’s, bottles of bubbles
girl wit’ tattoos who like getting in trouble
lashes and diamonds, atm machines
buy myself all of my favorite things (yee)
been through some bad sh~t, i should be a sad b~tch
who would have thought it’d turn me to a savage?
rather be tied up wit’ calls and not strings
write my own checks like i write what i sing, yeah (my wrist)

[pre~chorus 1: ariana grande & tayla parx]
stop watching
my neck
is flossy
make big
deposits
my gloss
is popping
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it
i see it
i like it
i want it
i got it (yeah, it up)
i want (roof) it
[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, & victoria monét]
i got it (it up)
i want it
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (whoop, it up)
i got it (yep)

[verse 2: ariana grande]
wearing a ring, but ain’t gon’ be no “mrs.”
bought matching diamonds for six of my b~tches
i’d rather spoil all my friends wit’ my riches
think retail thеrapy my new addiction
whoever said, “monеy can’t solve your problems?”
must not have had enough money da solve ’em
they say, “which one?” i said, “nah, i want all of ’em”
happiness is the same price as red bottoms (mmm~hmm, my smile)
[pre~chorus 2: ariana grande & tayla parx]
is beaming (yeah)
my skin
is gleaming (is gleaming)
the way
it shine, i know
you’ve seen it (you’ve seen it)
i bought
a crib
just fo’ (just fo’)
the closet (closet)
both his
and hers
i want it
i got it (yeah, it up)
i want (roof) it

[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, victoria monét, & 2 chainz]
i got it (it up)
i want it
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (yeah, whoop)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks (this who they waiting on)
just bought it
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (2 chainz, whoop, it up)
i got it (yep, my ideas are priceless)
[verse 3: 2 chainz & ariana grande]
i know i’m the nicest, i knew you would like this
i must be psychic
i’m from the streets, baby, i’m nothing like them (true)
she’s sweet in the day, but freaky when night come (tell ’em)
it’s mine
invest it (uh)
i spend it
on necklace (uh)
i got
the cash
if i don’t get credit (uh)
and i’m well respected so she feel protected
so, scratch all the exes (ex)
it’s next like contestants (whoo)
it’s blessings, no stressing, i’m flexing
got one car parked right in the entrance
got one car parked right at the exit
see, you didn’t expect this, you think like a robot
i put bands in yo’ face like botox (yeah, i want, roof, it, yeah)

[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, victoria monét, & 2 chainz]
i got it (it up)
i want it (oh~yeah~yeah~yeah~yeah)
i got it (whoop, uh, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, uh, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (oh~yeah~yee, whoop, baby)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it (oh~yeah~yee)
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (whoop, it up)
i got it (yeah, my, yep, whoop, receipts be looking like phone numbers)

[verse 4: ariana grande]
if it ain’t money, then wrong number
black card is my bidness card
the way it be setting the tone for me
i don’t mean a brag, but i be like, “put it in the bag”, yeah
when you see them racks, they stack up like my ass, yeah, shoot
go from the store to the booth
make it all back in one loop
gimme the loot
never mind, i got the juice
nothing but net when we shoot
look at my neck
look at my jet
ain’t got enough money da pay me respect
ain’t no budget when i’m on the set
if i like it, then that’s what i get, yeah (i want, roof, it)

[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, & victoria monét]
i got it (it up)
i want it
i got it (oh~whoop~yeah~it up~yeah~yee)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (oh~whoop~yeah~yee)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it (just bought it)
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (whoop, it up)
i got it (yep, whoop)

2. f~cking problems ft. 2 chainz, drake, a$ap rocky, & kendrick lamar 3:54

[chorus 1: 2 chainz, 2 chainz & drake, drake, a$ap rocky, & ~a$ap rocky & drake~]
i love bad b~tches, that my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
i love bad b~tches, that my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
i love bad b~tches, that’s my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
if finding somebody real (yeah) is your f~cking problem
~bring~ yo’ (ya) ~girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (solve)~ it
ayy

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
hold up, b~tches, simmer down (uh)
taking h~lla long, biatch, give it to me now (uh)
make that thang pop like a semi or a (.9) .9
ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy~shimmy~yah, huh? (huh?)
a$ap (yeah)
get like me (uh)
never met a motherf~cker fresh like me (yeah)
all these motherf~ckers wanna dress like me (uh)
but the chrome to your dome make ya sweat like keith (keith)
’cause i’m the n~gga
the n~gga, n~gga
like, “how ya figure?” (yeah, yeah)
getting figures and f~cking b~tches
she rolling swishers
brought her b~tches, i brought my n~ggas (uh)
they getting bent up off (uh) the liquor
she love my licorice, i let her l!ck it (l!ck it, alright, l!ck it, l!ck it, l!ck it)
they say money make a n~gga act n~ggerish (uh, n~ggerish)
but least a n~gga, n~gga rich (rich)
i be f~cking broads like i be f~cking bored
turn a dyk~ b~tch out, have her f~cking boys
beast (beast, hahahahaha)

[chorus 1: 2 chainz, 2 chainz & drake, drake, a$ap rocky & drake, & ~a$ap rocky~]
i love bad b~tches, that my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
i love bad b~tches, that my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
i love bad b~tches, that’s my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
if finding somebody real is your f~cking problem
bring yo’ (~ya~) girls to the crib, maybe we can (ooh) solve (solve) it
ayy

[verse 2: drake]
i know ya love it when this beat is on
make you think about all of the n~ggas you been leading on
made me think about all of the rappers i’ve been feeding on
got a feeling that’s the same dudes that we speaking on, oh, word?
ain’t heard my album? who ya sleeping on?
you should print the lyrics out and have a f~cking read~along
ain’t a f~cking sing~along ‘less ya brought the weed along
then ju—okay, i got it
then just drop down and get cha eagle on
or we can stare up at the stars and put the beatles on
all that sh~t chu talking ’bout is not up for discussion
i will pay da make it bigger, ion’t pay for no reduction
if it’s coming from a n~gga ion’t know, then ion’t trust it
if ya coming for my head, then, muh’f~cker, get da busting
yes, lord, ion’t really say this of~mmm
but this long~d~ck n~gga ain’t for the long talking
i’m beast

[chorus 2: 2 chainz, 2 chainz & drake, drake, a$ap rocky & drake, & ~a$ap rocky~]
i love bad b~tches, that my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
i love bad b~tches, that my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
i love bad b~tches, that’s my f~cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f~ck, i got a f~cking problem (true)
if finding somebody real is your f~cking problem
bring yo’ (~ya~) girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (solve) it

[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
uh
yeah, hoe, this the finale
my pep talk turn into a pep rally
say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley now
vacayed in atlanta, then she going back to cali (mmm)
got cha girl on my line, world on my line
the irony, i f~ck ’em at the same d~mn time
she eyeing me like a n~gga don’t exist
girl
i know ya want thee dih
girl
i’m kendrick lamar (mmm)
a.k.a. benz is to me just a car (mmm)
that mean yo’ friends~es need be up to par
see, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (mmm)
k!ll ’em all, dead bodies in the hallway
don’t get involved, listen what the crystal ball say:
“halle
berry
halle—
‘lujah
holla
back
i’ll
do ya”
beast

3. mercy ft. fuzzy jones, yb (chicago), big sean, kanye west, pusha t, & 2 chainz 5:30

[intro: fuzzy jones]
well— (well—)
it is a weeping~and~a~moaning
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it is a weeping~and~a~mourning
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it is a when~it~comes~to~my~sound
which~is~the~champion sound
believe, believe

[chorus 1: yb (chicago), fuzzy jones, & big sean]
o~o~o~o~o~okay
lamborghini mercy
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—)
i’m in that two~seat lambo’
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o~o~o~okay), she tryna jerk me (believe)
lamborghini mercy
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—)
i’m in that two~seat lambo’
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o~o~o~okay), she tryna jerk me
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—swerve)
i’m in that two~seat lambo’
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o~o~o~okay), she tryna jerk me (believe, woah)
lamborghini mercy
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—boy)
i’m in that two~seat lambo’ (boy)
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o—), she tryna jerk me (okay)

[verse 1: big sean, kanye west, big sean & kanye west, & yb (chicago)]
drop it to the flow, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
woah, make the ground move: that’s an ass~quake
built a house up on that ass: that’s an ass~state
roll~roll~roll my weed on it: that’s an ass~tray, say, ye
say, ye, don’t we do this e’ry day~day? (heh?)
i work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (heh?)
finally got paid, now, i need shade and a vacay
and n~ggas still hating
so much hate, i need a ak (ak)
now we out in pari’?
yeah, i’m perriering
white girls politic and that’s that sarah pelin
get~get~get~get~getting hot
californicating
i give her that d
’cause that’s where i was born and raised in (o~o~o~o~o~okay)

[chorus 2: yb (chicago), big sean, & fuzzy jones]
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—swerve)
i’m in that two~seat lambo’ (swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o~o~o~okay), she tryna jerk me (believe, swerve)
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—swerve)
i’m in that two~seat lambo’ (swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o—well—), she tryna jerk me (it is a—swerve)

[post~chorus 1: fuzzy jones & (big sean)]
weeping~and~a~moaning (swerve)
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it (swerve) is a weeping~and~a~mourning (swerve)
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it (swerve) is a when~it~comes~to~my~sound (swerve)
which~is~the~champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)

[verse 2: pusha t & (yb (chicago))]
yuck
it’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game, hoe
i’m red leather, this cocaine, i’m rick james, hoe
i’m bill~dropping, ms. pac~man, this pill~popping~ass hoe
i’m popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
all she want is some heel money
all she need is some bill money
he take his time, he counts it out
i weighs it up
that’s real money
check the neck
check the wrist
them heads turning: that’s exorcist
my audemar’ like mardi gra’
that’s swiss time, and that’s excellence
two~door
preference
roof gone, george jefferson
that white frost on that pound cake
so yo’ duncan hines is irrelevant, whoo
lambo’
murciè—
‘lago
she go wherever i go
wherever we go (o~o~o~o~o~okay), we do it pr~nto, it’s like—

[post~chorus 2: fuzzy jones & (big sean)]
weeping~and~a~moaning (swerve)
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it (swerve) is a weeping~and~a~mourning (swerve)
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it (swerve) is a when~it~comes~to~my~sound (swerve)
which~is~the~champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, well, it (swerve) is a

[bridge: fuzzy jones]
weeping~and~a~moaning
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th in the dancehall
and who no have t~~th gwan rub ‘pon them gum’
cuh when it comes to my sound
which is the champion sound
the bugle has blown fi many time’
and it still have one more time left
cuh the amount of stripe weh deh ‘pon our shoulder

[verse 3: kanye west & (2 chainz)]
let the suicide doors up
i threw suicides on the tour bus
i threw suicides on the private jet
you know what that mean, i’m fly da death
i step in def jam building, like, “i’m the sh~t”
tell ’em gimme 50~million or i’ma quit
most rappers’ taste level ain’t at my waist level
turn up the base ’til it’s up~in~yo’~face level
don’t do no press, but
i get the most press, kid
plus, yo, my b~tch make yo’ b~tch look like precious
something ’bout mary, she gone off that molly
now the whole party is melting like dalí
now everybody
is moving they body
don’t sell me
apartment, i’ll move in the lobby (yeah)
n~ggas is loitering just to feel important
you gon’ see lawyers and n~ggas in jordans (2 chainz, okay, now)

[verse 4: 2 chainz, big sean, & yb (chicago)]
catch up da my campaign
coupe the color of mayonnaise
i’m drunk and high at the same time
drinking champagne on the airplane (tell ’em)
spit rounds like a gun range (bah)
beat it up like rampage
hunnid bands
cut cha girl, now your girl need a band~aid? (d~mn)
grade a
a1
chain the color of akon
black diamonds, backpack rhyming
co~signed by louie vuitton (yep)
horsepower
horsepower, all this polo on, i got horsepower
pound of this cost $4,000
now i make it rain, she want more showers
rain (rain)
pouring (pouring)
all my cars is foreign (foreign)
all my broads is foreign (foreign)
money tall like jordan (o~o~o~o~o~okay)

[chorus 2: yb (chicago), big sean, & fuzzy jones]
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—swerve)
i’m in that two~seat lambo’ (swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o~o~o~okay), she tryna jerk me (believe, swerve)
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i~i—swerve)
i’m (believe) in that two~seat lambo’ (believe, swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o~o~o—believe, well—), she tryna jerk me (believe, it is a—swerve)

[outro: fuzzy jones]
weeping~and~a~moaning
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it is a weeping~and~a~mourning
and~a~gnashing~of t~~th
it is a when~it~comes~to~my~sound
which~is~the~champion sound
believe, believe
believe, believe (‘eve, believe)

4. hit ’em up ft. 2pac, outlawz, hussein fatal, yaki kadafi, & e.d.i. mean 5:14

[intro: 2pac]
take money (westside)
bad boy k!llers (take money, you know)
you know who the realest is, n~ggas, we bring it too (take money, that’s aight, haha)
take money (haha)
first off

[verse 1: 2pac]
f~ck yo’ b~tch and the clique you claim
westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
you claim da be a player, but i f~cked cho’ wife
we bust on bad boys, n~ggas f~cked for life
plus, puffy tryna see me, weak hearts i rip
biggie smalls and junior m.a.f.i.a., some mark~ass b~tches
we keep on coming while we running for your jewels
steady~gunning, keep on busting at them fools
you know the rules
lil’ caesar, go ask your homie how i’ll leave ya, cut cha young ass up
leave you in pieces
now, be deceased
lil’ kim, don’t f~ck around wit’ real g’s
quick da sn~tch yo’ ugly ass off the streets
so, f~ck peace
i’ll let them n~ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the westside ride da night (haha)
bad boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f~ck with me and get cho’ caps peeled, ya know
see

[chorus 1: 2pac]
grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now ya ’bout da feel the wrath of a menace (uh~huh, yeah)
n~gga, i hit ’em up

[interlude: 2pac & hussein fatal]
check this out, chu motherf~ckers know what time it is (take money)
ion’t even know why i’m on this track (take money)
y’all n~ggas ain’t even on my level, i’ma let my lil’ homies ride (take money)
on you (ayo, ayo) b~tch~made~ass bad boy b~tches (hold the f~ck up, yeah, take money)
get out the way, yo

[verse 2: hussein fatal]
get out the way, yo
biggie smalls just got dropped
little mu’, pass the mac
and let me hit ’em in his back
frank white needs to get spanked right for setting traps, little accident murderer
and i ain’t never heard of ya
poisonous gats attack when i’m serving ya
spank ya, shank ya whole style when i gank
guard cha rank ’cause i’ma slam your ass in the paint
puffy weaker than the f~cking block i’m running through, n~gga
and i’m smoking junior m.a.f.i.a. in front of you, n~gga
with the ready power tucked in my guess under my eddie bauer
your clout petty, sour, i push packages every hour, hit ’em up

[chorus 2: 2pac]
grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now ya ’bout da feel the wrath of a menace (uh~huh, yeah)
n~gga, we hit ’em up

[verse 3: 2pac]
peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n~ggas getting k!lled wit’ cha mouths open
tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping
smoking dope, it’s like a sherm high, n~ggas think they learned a fly
but they burn, motherf~cker, you deserve da die
talking ’bout cha getting money, but it’s funny da me
all you n~ggas living bummy while you f~cking with me
i’m a self~made millionaire (‘naire)
thug living, out of prison, pistols in the air (air)
haha
biggie, remember when i used to let cha sleep on the couch
and begged a b~tch to let cha sleep in the house? uh
now it’s all about versace
you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me
i took it and smiled
now i’m ’bout da set the record straight
with my ak, i’m still the thug that cha love da hate
motherf~cker, i hit ’em up

[verse 4: yaki kadafi & (e.d.i. mean)]
i’m from n~e~w jers’ where plenty murders occurs
no points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
now, go check the scenario
little cease, i’ll bring you fake g’s to your knees, copping pleas in de janeiro
little kim, is you coked up or doped up?
get cha little junior whopper clique smoked up
what the f~ck, is you stupid?
i take money, crash, and mash through brooklyn
with my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
with 15~shot c~cked glock to your knot
outlaw mafia clique, moving up another notch
and your pop stars popped, get mopped and dropped
all your fake~ass east coast props brainstormed and locked (haha, you’s a)

[verse 5: e.d.i. mean]
beat biter, a pac~style taker
i’ll tell ya to your face, you ain’t sh~t but a faker
softer than alizé with a chaser
’bout da get murdered for the paper
e.d.i. mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with lil’ caesar in a choke, gun~toting smoke
we ain’t no motherf~cking joke, thug life, n~ggas better be knowing
we approaching in the wide open, gun~smoking
no need for hoping, it’s a battle lost
i got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
n~gga, i hit ’em up (up)

[outro: 2pac]
now, you tell me who won
i see them, they run, hehehe
they don’t wanna see us (take money)
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. clique~dressing up tryna be us (take money)
how the f~ck they gon’ be the mob when we always on our job? (take money) we millionaires
k!lling ain’t fair, but somebody gotta do it (take money)
oh, yeah, mobb deep, huh (take money)
you wanna f~ck with us?
you lil’ young~ass motherf~ckers (take money)
don’t one of you n~ggas got sickle~cell or something? (take money)
you’re f~cking with me, n~gga, you f~ck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
you better back the f~ck up ‘fore ya get smacked the f~ck up
this how we do it on our side
any of you n~ggas from new york that wanna bring it, bring it, but we ain’t singing
we bringing drama
f~ck you and yo’ motherf~cking mama
we gon’ k!ll all you motherf~ckers
now, when i came out, i told cha it was just about biggie
then everybody had a open they mouth with a motherf~cking opinion
well, this is how we gon’ do this:
f~ck mobb deep
f~ck biggie
f~ck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherf~cking crew
and if you wanna be down with bad boy
then f~ck you too
chino xl
f~ck you too
all you motherf~ckers
f~ck you too (take money)
take money (all of y’all motherf~ckers, f~ck you, die slow, motherf~cker)
my .40~fo’ make sure all y’all kids don’t grow
you motherf~ckers can’t be us or see us
we motherf~cking thug life ridahs, westside, ’til we die
out here in california, n~gga, we warned ya we’ll bomb on you motherf~ckers
we do our job
you think you mob? n~gga, we the motherf~cking mob
ain’t none’ but k!llers and the real n~ggas, all you motherf~ckers feel us
our sh~ts go triple and four~quadruple (four~quadruple, take money)
you n~ggas laugh ’cause our staff got
guns in they motherf~ckers’ belts
you know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
you n~ggas can’t feel it
we the realest
f~ck ’em
we bad boy k!llers (we k!llers)

5. all me ft. drake, 2 chainz, & big sean 4:32

[chorus 1: drake & 2 chainz]
got everything, i got everything
i cannot complain, i cannot
i don’t even know how much i really made, i forgot
it’s a lot
f~ck that, never mind what i got
n~gga, don’t watch that ’cause i—
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me (yeah)
no help, that’s all me
all me for real (for real)
came up, that’s all me (haha)
stay true, that’s all me (2 chainz)
no help (2 chainz), that’s all me
all me for real

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
money on my mind? you should think the same
j’s on (yeah)
pinky ring
d~gg~ng these hoes, i need quarantine
in the same league, but we~on’t ball the same
oh
she want all the fame (want all the fame)
i hear that sh~t all the time (all the time)
she said she love me
i said, “baby girl, fall in line”, okay
made a
million
off a
dinner
fork
watch me switch it up
walked in:
“ill n~gga alert
ill n~gga alert” (d~mn)
you need that work? i got that work, got b~tches in my condo (no)
just bought a shirt that cost a mercedes~benz car note (tell ’em)
from the a to toronto, we let the metal go off
and my d~ck
so hard, it make the metal detector go off
this that sauce
this that dressing
givenchy
n~gga, god bless you
if having a bad b~tch was a crime, i’d be arrested (true, be arrested)

[chorus 1: drake]
got everything, i got everything
i cannot complain, i cannot
i don’t even know how much i really made, i forgot, it’s a lot
f~ck that, never mind what i got
n~gga, don’t watch that ’cause i—
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me
all me for real (for real)
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me
all me for (i) real (touched down in ’86)

[verse 2: drake]
knew i was the man by the age of six
i even f~cked the girl that used to babysit
but that was years later on some crazy sh~t, i heard cha new sh~t
n~gga hated it
damon wayans, homie, don’t play that sh~t
i get paid a lot, chu get paid a bit
and my latest sh~t is like a greatest hits, godd~mn
ain’t no wishing over on this side
y’all~on’t f~ck with us, then we~on’t f~ck wit’ ch’all
it’s no different over on this side, godd~mn
should i listen a everybody or myself?
’cause myself just told myself:
“you’re the motherf~cking man, you~on’t need no help”
cashing checks, and i’m bigging up my chest
y’all keep talking ’bout who next, but i’m about as big as it gets
i swear y’all just wasting y’all breath
i’m the light~skinned keith sweat
i’ma make it last forever
it’s not cho’ turn ’cause i ain’t done yet
look, just understand that i’m on a roll like cottonelle
i was made for all of this sh~t
and i’m on the road, box office sales
i’m getting paid for all of this sh~t
ask you da please excuse my table manners
i was making room for the table dancers
’cause if we judging off your advances
then i just got paid like eight advances, godd~mn

[chorus 2: drake & (big sean)]
got everything, i got everything
i cannot complain, i cannot
i don’t even know how much i really made, i forgot, it’s a lot
f~ck that, never mind what i got
n~gga, don’t watch that ’cause i—
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me
all me for real
came up, that’s all me
stay true (god), that’s all me

[verse 3: big sean & big sean]
hoe, shut the f~ck up
i got way too much on my mental
i learn from what i’ve been through
i’m finna do what i didn’t do
and still waking up like the rent’s due (god)
not complicated, it’s simple
i got s~xy ladies, a whole benz~full (skrrt)
and, to them hoes, i’m e’rything
e’rything but gentle
but i still take my time (time)
man, i guess i’m just old fashioned
wearing retro sh—, that’s old fashion
n~gga, see what i’m saying, no closed caption
i paint pics, see the sh~t
good s~x, need a hit
keep a broad on the flo’ year ’round like season tickets, i plead the fifth
drink a fifth
load the .9, leave ya split
in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
my new girl is on glee and sh~t
prolly making mo’ money than me and sh~t
i swear da god i got 99 problems, but a b~tch ain’t one (no)
i got 99 problems, getting rich ain’t one (no)
like i got trust issues
i’m sorry for the people i’ve pushed out
i’m the type da have a bullet~proof condom
and still gotta pull out
but that’s just me, and i ain’t perfect
i ain’t a saint, but i am worth it
if it’s one thing, i am worth it
n~ggas still hating, but it ain’t working (ain’t working)
lil’ b~tch (b~tch)

6. no problem ft. chance the rapper, lil wayne, & 2 chainz 5:06

[intro: chance the rapper]
yep (yep)
i
if one more label try da stop me
it’s gon’ be some dread~head n~ggas in your lobby
huh, huh

[chorus 1: chance the rapper]
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha
just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
there go chano riding through the streets, they be like, “there he go”
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha
just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
there go chano riding through the streets, they be like, “there he go”

[verse 1: chance the rapper & chance the rapper & lil wayne]
ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hand
counting benji’ while we meeting, make ’em shake my other hand
huh, milly~rocking, scooping all them blessings out my lap
b~tch, i know you tried a cheat, you shoulda never took a nap
hey
f~ck wrong wit’ chu? what chu were thinking?
f~ck you thought it wa’?
you talk that talk that make a lame~a’ n~gga fall in love
not me, though
b~tch, you can keep those
bruh, i’m at cha head like craig did deebo
don’t tweak, bro
it’s never sweet, hoe
my shooters come for free, so if one more label try da stop me
it’s gon’ be some dread~head n~ggas in your lobby
huh, huh

[chorus 2: chance the rapper & 2 chainz]
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (you, bih, don’t)
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha (yep)
pull up (i) in the new (i) thing (i), i’m like: (i)
“you~on’t want (i) no problem (i), want no (i) problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih (yep)
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha (yeah)
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih (yep)
you~on’t want no problem (buck), want no problem wit’ (i) me, huh (i)
haha (i, i, i, i, i, i, 2 chainz)
they be like, “there he go” (you old 2 chainz, there he go)

[verse 2: 2 chainz & chance the rapper]
petey pablo, take your shirt off
wave ’round your head like a helicopter
i ain’t put enough weed in the blunt
all ya do is smoke tobacco
where the h~ll ya get that from?
yeezy said he ain’t made them
my nig’ chasing bounty hunters
and getting chased by their baby mamas (tell ’em)
my first tat was on my stomach
got a pocket full of money (money)
and a mind full of ideas
some of this sh~t may sound weird
inside of the maybach
look like it came out of ikea
run sh~t like diarrhea (true)
big yacht, no power~steering (yeah, ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
aye, aye, captain (aye, aye, captain, ooh)
i’m high, captain (i’m high, captain, a~alright)
i’m so high (i’m so high)
me and god dapping (alright, ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
this i’ my blessing (yeah)
this i’ my passion
school of hard knocks
i took night classes

[chorus 3: 2 chainz & chance the rapper, chance the rapper, & 2 chainz]
you~on’t (don’t) want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih (yeah)
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem (yeah) wit’ me, huh
haha (yep)
pull up (i) in the new (i) thing (i), i’m like: (i, i, i, i, i)
they be like, “there he go”

[verse 3: lil wayne & (chance the rapper)]
uh
i got problems bigger than thee boys
yeah
my deposits, they be on steroids
lord
free the carter, n~ggas need the carter
sacrificing everything, i feel like jesus carter
hold up
i got this sewed up
my soda po’d up
my woes up
i’m flipping those bucks, they doing toe tucks
i rolled up
and let the smoke puff
i lay down, toes up
hold up
get too choked up when i think of old stuff
move on
put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
in the streets, my face a coupon, her p~ssy too warm
all these b~tches come da do harm, just bought a new charm
f~ck the watch, i buy a new arm, you lukewarm
i’m uncle luke with the hoes, pretty b~tches, centerfolds
tippy toes around my crib, in they ropes just they ropes
half~a~milli’ in the safe, another in the pillowcase
codeine got me moving slower than a caterpillar race (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
f~ck wrong wit’ chu? what chu were thinking?
what cha thought it was?
i just popped five percocets and only caught a buzz
and if that label try da stop me
there gon’ be some crazy weezy fans waiting in the lobby
mula, baby

[chorus 4: chance the rapper, lil wayne, & chance the rapper & lil wayne]
you~on’t want no problem (yeah), want no problem wit’ me (you don’t want—bih—no problem)
you~on’t want no problem (no), want no problem wit’ me, huh (problem wit’—haha, me)
just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
there go chano riding through (yeah) the streets, they be like, “there he go”
you~on’t (don’t) want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (problem wit’—bih, me)
you~on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh (problem wit’—haha, me)
just another day (they say so), had a pick up all the mayo (riding with the payo)
there go chano riding through the streets, they be like, “there he go” (ooh)

[outro: lil wayne, chance the rapper, & chance the rapper & lil wayne]
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (ooh~ooh~ooh)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (ooh~ooh~ooh, wit’ my—)
you don’t want no problem (they say so), want no problem wit’ me (riding with the payo)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (they be like, “there he go”, oh, no~oh~oh~oh)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (oh, no~oh~oh~oh~oh~oh~oh)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
they say so, riding with the payo
yeah
they be like, “there he go”
there he go

7. birthday song ft. 2 chainz & kanye west 5:08

[intro: 2 chainz]
yeah (yeah)
birthday
it’s your birthday (if i die)
hah (bury me inside)
uh (the louie sto’)
uh

[chorus: 2 chainz]
they a’ me what i do and who i do it fo’ (yeah)
and how i come up with this sh~t up in the studio (yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the gucci sto’ (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the louie sto’ (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe (yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe (2 chainz, chainz)

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
she got a big booty, so i call her, “big booty” (booty)
skrrt, skrrt
wrists moving, cooking, getting to it (cooking)
i’m in the kitchen (i’m in the kitchen)
yams everywhere (yams)
ju’ made a juug (ju’ made a juug)
i got bands everywhere (bands)
you the reale’ n~gga breathing if i hold my breath (d~mn)
referee
with a whistle, brrt
hold this tech (bah)
extendo clip (extendo clip)
extendo roll (extendo roll)
when yo’ girl leave me, she need a hair salon (tell ’em)
hair~hair weave k!ller going on a trapathon (yeah)
see, i done had mo’ bombs
than pakistan (boom)
dope bomb, dro bomb, and a pill bomb (bomb)
see, n~gga
i’m balling, you in will call (true)
when i die
bury me inside the jewelry sto’ (2 chainz)
when i die
bury me inside the truey sto’ (true)
true to my religion, two everything, i’m too different
so when i die
bury me
next to two b~tches (two b~tches)

[verse 2: kanye west]
ah, yeezy, yeezy, how you do it, huh?
it’s my birthday, i deserve da be greedy, huh?
she holding out, she ain’t giving to the needy, huh?
you go downstairs and fall asleep with the tv on
y’all been a ‘gether ten years, you deserve a ménage
‘specially if you put that bmw in a garage
‘specially if you paid a couple payments on her mama crib
went to her niece’s graduation, man, i hate those kids
last birthday, she got chu a new sweater
put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “do better”
she said, “how ’bout i get chu jewelry from the west end?”
how ’bout she hit the westin and get her best friend?
hah
i’m joking
i’m just serious
i asked her:
“don’t be acting
like no actress
if we preaching
then we practice
don’t be reaching
don’t be touching sh~t
we in kanye west’s benz
’cause i will turn you back to a pedestrian
heh?”

[chorus: 2 chainz & kanye west]
they a’ me what i do and who i do it fo’ (woah, yeah)
and how i come up with this sh~t up in the studio (woah, yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the gucci sto’ (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the louie sto’ (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe (yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big~booty hoe

[bridge: 2 chainz & 2 chainz & kanye west]
it’s your birthday (yeah)
it’s your birthday (uh)
bad b~tch contest, you in first place
you in first place
you in first place
bad b~tch contest, you in first place (tell ’em)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & kanye west]
i show up with a check
to your workplace (uh)
then hand the valet the keys to the merces (d~mn)
tell the dj play yo’ song, this sh~t come on (uh, this sh~t come on)
what i’m seeing from the back? i can’t front on (get cha front on)
they ask me what i do and who i do it fo’ (uh)
when i die
bury me inside the booty~club (true)
get it, girl, get it, girl, get it, get it, girl (get it)
i might switch it up
and get cha girl (uh)

[outro 1: 2 chainz]
deuce and ye (deuce and ye)
we like snoop and dre (and dre)
ain’t this yo’ birthday, baby? (baby)
you deserve a coupe da day
woah (woah)

[instrumental]

[outro 2: kanye west]
you in first place
you in first place
bad b~tch contest, you in first place (place)

8. changes ft. talent & 2pac 4:30

[intro: talent & 2pac]
ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh
yeah (ooh)
come on, come on (i see no changes)

[verse 1: 2pac & (talent)]
wake up in the morning and i ask myself:
“is life worth living? should i blast myself?” (ooh, yeah)
i’m tired of being poor and, even worse, i’m black
my stomach hurts, so i’m looking for a purse to sn~tch
cops give a d~mn about a negro
pull the trigger, k!ll a n~gga, he’s a hero
“give the crack to the kids, who the h~ll cares?
one less hungry mouth on the welfare”
first, ship ’em dope and let ’em deal da brothers
give ’em guns, step back, watch ’em k!ll each other
“it’s time da fight back”, that’s what huey said
two shots in the dark, now huey’s dead (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
i got love for my brother (oh~oh~oh~oh)
but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
we gotta start making changes
learn a see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
and that’s how it’s supposed to be
how can the devil take a brother if he’s close to me?
uh (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh, oh~oh~oh~oh)
i’d love da go back to when we played as kids
but things change
and that’s the way it is

[chorus 1: talent & 2pac]
come on, come on
that’s just the way it is
changes
things’ll never be the same
that’s just the way it is (that’s the way it is, what?)
aw, yeah~yeah (hear me)
oh, my (come on), oh (come on), my
that’s just the way it is (that’s just the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah)
that’s just the way it is (way it is)
aw, yeah (come on, come on)
i see no changes (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)

[verse 2: 2pac & talent]
all i see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races (ooh, yeah), we under (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
i wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let’s erase the wasted
take the evil out the people (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh), they’ll be acting right
’cause both black and white are smoking crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we k!ll each other (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh, k!ll each other)
it takes sk!ll to be real, time da heal each other (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
and although it seems heaven~sent
we ain’t ready da see a black president (oh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
uh
it ain’t a secret, don’t conceal the fact
the penitentiary’s packed
and it’s filled with blacks (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
but some things will never change (never change)
try da show another way, but cha staying in the dope game (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
now, tell me, what’s a mother da do?
being real don’t appeal to the brother in you
yeah (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
you gotta operate the easy way
“i made a g today”, but cha made it in a sleazy way (ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
selling crack to the kids (oh~oh), “i gotta get paid” (oh)
well, hey
well, that’s the way it is

[chorus 2: talent & 2pac]
come on, come on
that’s just the way it is
changes
things’ll never be the same
that’s just the way it is (that’s the way it is, what?)
aw, yeah~yeah (hear me)
oh, my (come on), oh (come on), my
that’s just the way it is (that’s just the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah)
that’s just the way it is (way it is)
aw, yeah (aw, yeah, aw, yeah)
we gotta make a change

[interlude: 2pac]
it’s time for us as a people da start making some changes
let’s change the way we eat
let’s change the way we live
and let’s change the way we treat each other
you see, the old way wasn’t working
so it’s on us to do what we gotta do to survive
and, still, i see no changes

[verse 3: 2pac & (talent)]
can’t a brother get a little peace?
it’s war on the streets and the war in the middle east (ooh, yeah)
instead of war on poverty
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
and i ain’t never did a crime i ain’t have to do
but now i’m back with the facts (ooh), giving it back to you
don’t let ’em jack you up, back you up
crack you up and pimp~smack you up
you gotta learn a hold cha own
they get jealous when they see ya wit’ cha mobile phone
but tell the cops they can’t touch this
i don’t trust this, when they try da rush, i bust this
that’s the sound of my tool, you say it ain’t cool
my mama (oh) didn’t raise no fool
and as long as i stay black, i gotta stay strapped
and i never get to lay back
’cause i always gotta worry ’bout the payback
some buck that i roughed up way back
coming back after all these years
“rat~a~tat~tat~tat~tat”, that’s the way it is

[chorus 3: talent & 2pac]
uh
that’s just the way it is (just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah)
things’ll never be the same (cheah)
that’s just the way it is (the way it is)
aw, yeah (some things will never change, oh, my, i’m tryna make a change)
you’re my brother, you’re my sister, yeah (that’s just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (you’re my brother, you’re my sister)
that’s just the way it is
aw, yeah (some things’ll never change)

9. no lie ft. mike will made~it, 2 chainz, & drake 3:58

[intro: mike will made~it & 2 chainz]
ear drummers
mike will made~it (mike will made~it)
(yeah)
(true)
(2 chainz)
i am smoking on that gas (gas)

[verse 1: 2 chainz & drake]
life should be on cinemax (cinemax)
movie (movie)
bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass (uh)
who he’s?
not i, i smoke strong, that popeye
louie v’s in my archives (archives)
black diamonds, apartheid (d~mn, ‘partheid)
bread up and my top down (down)
on the block with a block out (uh)
hit cha ass with that bla~kow
dope enough da go in yo’ nostril (yeah)
i take your girl and kidnap her (nap her)
feed her to my mattress (mattress)
a skeleton in my closet (closet)
it proll’ one dee dead~a’ rappers (tell ’em)
it proll’ one dee p~ssy~a’ n~ggas (n~gga)
don’t try me, i’ll pull that trigger (bah)
got cha car note in my cup (cup)
and your rent in my swisher (true)
that p~ss’ so good, i miss ya (miss ya)
head game’s so vicious (vicious)
and all i get is cheese (cheese)
like i’m taking pictures (uh, yeah)

[chorus: drake & (2 chainz)]
i say, “f~ck ya, ‘less i’m wit’ cha
if i take you out of the picture, i know real n~ggas won’t miss ya
no lie, no lie, no lie~ee~i~ee~i
no lie, no lie, no lie~ee~i~ee~i”
real n~ggas say, “word (word)
ye’ ain’t never told no lie
ye’ ain’t never told no lie”
real n~ggas say, “word (word)
ye’ ain’t never told no lie
ye’ ain’t never told no lie”
real n~ggas say, “true (true)
ye’ ain’t never told no lie
ye’ ain’t never told no lie”
that’s a thing i don’t do
nah, i just do it for the n~ggas
that are tryna see a million ‘fore they die
what up?

[verse 2: drake & 2 chainz]
2 chainz and champagne, you want true? that’s true enough (yeah)
forbes list like e’ry year, my office is my tour bus (tell ’em)
she came through, she brought food, she got f~cked, she knew wassup
she think i’m the realest out and i say, “d~mn, that makes two of us” (d~mn)
aw, that look like what’s her name (what’s her name?)
chances are it’s what’s her name (what’s her name?)
chances are if she was acting up, then i f~cked her once and never f~cked again (true)
she could have a grammy, i still treat her ass like a nominee
just need a know what that p~ssy like so one time is fine wit’ me (yeah)
young as an intern (intern)
but money like i built the sh~t
streets talking, they confirm
go ask them who just k!lled the sh~t
stay keeping my cup full so i’m extra charged like a state tax
me and chainz go way back, we don’t talk sh~t, we just state facts
yes, lord (yes, lord)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & drake]
name a n~gga that want some’, i’ll out~rap his ass, out~trap his ass (uh)
put his ass in a plastic bag with he trash’~a’ (trash’~a’)
take him out (yeah, take him out)
bring ’em in, them whole things (them whole things)
2pac without a nose ring (a nose ring)
thug life (thug life)
one wife, a mistress, and a girlfriend
i did what they say i wouldn’t (tell ’em)
went where they say i couldn’t (true)
ysl belt buckle
y’all n~ggas sure i’ looking (sure i’ looking)
y’all n~ggas sure is lucky (sure i’ lucky)
two chains on my rugby
left hand on that steering wheel (steering wheel)
right hand on that p~ssy (yeah)
uh (uh)

[outro: 2 chainz]
(word)
(word)
(true)

10. keep ya head up ft. 2pac & dave hollister 4:24

[intro: 2pac]
lil’ some’ for my godson elijah
and a lil’ girl named corin
some say the blacker the berry

[verse 1: 2pac & dave hollister]
the sweeter the juice, i say the darker the flesh
then the deeper the roots (oh)
i give a holla to my sisters on welfare, 2pac cares
if don’t n0body else care (oh)
and, uh
i know they like da beat cha down a lot
when you come around the block, brothers clown a lot
but please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
forgive, but don’t forget, girl, keep ya head up
and when he tells ya you ain’t nutting, don’t believe him
and if he can’t learn a love ya, you should leave him
’cause, sister, you don’t need him
and i ain’t tryna gas ya up, i just call ’em how i see ’em (you don’t need him)
you know what makes me unhappy? (what’s that?)
when brothers make babies
and leave a young mother da be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and since we all came from a woman
got our name from a woman and our game from a (yeah)
woman (yeah)
i wonder why we take from our women
why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (why? why? why? why? why? why?)
i think it’s time da k!ll for our women, time da heal our women
be real to our women
and if we don’t, we’ll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies
that make the babies (oh, yeah~yeah)
and since a man can’t make one
he has no right da tell a woman when and where to create one
so, will the real men get up?
i know you’re fed up, ladies
but keep ya head up (keep your head up)

[chorus: dave hollister & 2pac]
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (oh~oh~oh, oh, keep your head up)
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (ayo, i remember marvin gaye)

[verse 2: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
used to sing da me
he had me feeling like black was the thing da be
and, suddenly, the ghetto didn’t seem so tough
and though we had it rough, we always had enough
i huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules, ran with the local crew
and had a smoke or two
i realize mama really paid the price, she nearly gave her life
to raise me right (oh, yeah~yeah)
and all i had a give her was my pipe dream
of how i’d rock the mic and make it to the bright screen
i’m tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents
it’s hard a be legit and still pay your rent
and in the end, it seems i’m heading for the pen’
i try da find my friends, but they’re blowing in the wind
last night, my buddy lost his whole family
it’s gonna take the man in me da conquer this insanity (oh, no, no, no)
it seems the rain’ll never let up
i try da keep my head up and still keep from getting wet up, huh
you know, it’s funny, when it rains, it pours
they got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor
said it ain’t no hope for the youth
and the truth is it ain’t no hope for the future
and then they wonder why we crazy, huh
i blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
we ain’t meant da survive ’cause it’s a set~up
and even though you’re fed up, huh
you got to keep ya head up (keep your head up)

[chorus: dave hollister & 2pac]
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (oh~oh~oh, oh, keep your head up)
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(keep~keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (and, uh, to all the ladies having babies on they own)

[verse 3: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
i know it’s kinda rough and you’re feeling all alone
daddy’s long gone and he left ya by your lonesome
thank the lord for my kids even if n0body else want ’em
’cause i think we can make it, in fact, i’m sure
and if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (oh~oh)
’cause ain’t nutting worse than when your son
wants to know why his daddy don’t love him no mo’
you can’t complain, you was dealt this h~ll of a hand
without a man, feeling helpless (i know you were)
because there’s too many things for you da deal with
dying inside, but, outside, chu’re looking fearless
while the tears is rolling down your cheeks
you’re steady hoping things don’t all fall this week (yeah)
’cause if it did, chu couldn’t take it (yeah), and don’t blame me
i was given this world, i didn’t make it (oh, yeah)
and now my son’s getting older and older and cold
from having the world on his shoulders
while the rich kids is driving benz
i’m still tryna hold on to surviving friends (oh, yeah)
and it’s crazy, it seems it’ll never let up
but, huh, please
you got to keep ya head up

11. i’m different ft. 2 chainz & yg 3:28

[intro: 2 chainz & yg]
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
2 chainz (2 chainz, mustard on the beat, hoe)

[chorus: 2 chainz]
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
middle finger up to my competition
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (yeah)
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (yeah)
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (true)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
pull up to the scene, but my roof gone (roof gone)
when i leave the scene, bet cha boo gone (boo gone)
and i beat the p~ssy like a new song (boom)
2 chainz, but i got me a few on (tell ’em)
everything hot, skip lukewarm (uh)
tell shawty bust it open, uncle luke on
got the present for the present and a gift wrapping
ion’t feel good, but my trigger hap’ (bah)
bet the stripper hap’
bet they wish they had
and i wish a n~gga would, like a kitchen cab’
and me and you are cut from a different fabric
i f~cked her so good, it’s a bad hab’ (d~mn)
b~tch, sit down, you got a bad atti’
gave her the wrong number and a bad addy (true)
you ain’t going nowhere like a bad navi’
ass so big, i told her, “look back at it (woah)
look back at it (woah)
look back at it” (woah)
then i put a fat rabbit on the craftmatic
i am so high
attic
i am so high, like a
addict

[chorus: 2 chainz]
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
middle finger up to my competition
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (yeah)
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (uh)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
2 chainz, got cha girl on the celly
and when i get off the celly, i made her meet at the telly
when she meet at the telly, i put it straight in her belly
when it go in the belly, it ain’t sh~t you can tell me, uh (uh)
hair long (long)
money long (yeah)
me and broke n~ggas, we don’t get along (nah)
hair long (long)
money long (yeah)
me and broke n~ggas, we don’t get along (tell ’em)
i paid a thousand dollars for my sneakers
‘ye tol’ ya
“a hunnid k for a feature”
“ee~err, ee~err”
sound of the bed (bed)
beat it up, beat it up
then, i get some head (head)
well, i might get some head, then, i beat it up
ion’t give a f~ck, switch it up
n~gga, live it up (up)
yeah, it’s going down, so, get~get up (up)
might valet~park a brinks truck
(uh)

[break: yg]
mustard on the beat, hoe (mustard on the beat, hoe)

[chorus: 2 chainz]
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
middle finger up to my competition
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)

12. dear mama ft. 2pac, reggie green, & sweet franklin 4:40

[intro: 2pac]
you are appreciated
when i was young

[verse 1: 2pac]
me and my mama had beef
17 years old, kicked out on the streets
though back at the time i never thought i’d see her face
ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place
suspended from school
and scared a go home
i was a fool, with the big boys breaking all the rules
i shed tears wit’ my baby sister
over the years, we was poorer than the other little kids
and even though we had different daddies
the same drama, when things went wrong, we’d blame mama
i reminisce on the stress i caused
it was h~ll
hugging on my mama from a jail cell
and, who’d think in elementary
hey, i’d see the penitentiary
one day?
and running from the police, that’s right
mama catch me, put a whooping to my backside
and even as a crack fiend, mama
you always was a black queen, mama
i finally understand
for a woman, it ain’t easy
tryna raise a man
you always was committed
a poor single mother on welfare
tell me how ya did it, there’s no way i can pay ya back
but the plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 1: reggie green & sweet franklin & 2pac]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya?
now

[verse 2: 2pac]
ain’t n0body tell us it was fair
no love for my daddy, ’cause the coward wasn’t there
he passed away and i didn’t cry
’cause my anger
wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
they say i’m wrong and i’m heartless
but all along, i was looking for a father, he was gone
i hung around with the thugs
and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother love
i moved out and started really hanging
i needed money of my own, so i started slanging
i ain’t guilty, ’cause
even though i sell rocks
it feels good putting money in your mailbox
i love paying rent when the rent is due
i hope ya got the diamond necklace that i sent to you
’cause when i was low, you was there for me
you never left me alone, because you cared for me
and i could see you coming home after work late
you’re in the kitchen, tryna fix us a hot plate
you just working with the scr~ps you was given
and mama made miracles every thanksgiving
but now the road got rough, you’re alone
you’re tryna raise two bad kids on your own
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 2: reggie green & sweet franklin & 2pac]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya?
pour out some liquor and i reminisce

[verse 3: 2pac]
’cause through the drama, i can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i’m hopeless
you say the words that can get me back in focus
when i was sick as a little kid
to keep me happy, there’s no limit to the things you did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all the sweet things you did for me
and even though i act crazy
i gotta thank the lord that cha made me
there are no words that can express how i feel
you never kept a secret
always stayed real
and i appreciate how ya raised me
and all the extra love that cha gave me
i wish i could take the pain away
if you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day
everything will be alright if you hold on
it’s a struggle every day, gotta roll on
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 3: reggie green & sweet franklin & (2pac)]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady, lady

[outro: 2pac & (reggie green & sweet franklin)]
dear mama (lady, lady)

13. beez in the trap ft. nicki minaj & 2 chainz 4:30

[intro: nicki minaj]
yo (yo)
man (man)
man (man)
uh (uh)

[chorus: nicki minaj]
b~tches ain’t sh~t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf~ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap
b~tches ain’t sh~t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf~ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap (uh), bee~beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap (man, i’ve been did that)

[verse 1: nicki minaj]
man, i’ve been popped off
and if she ain’t tryna give it up, she get dropped off
let me bust that u~ie
b~tch, bust that open
might spend a couple thou’ just to bust that open
rip it off, no joking, like your name hulk hogan
n~ggas move weight in the south, but live in hoboken
b~tch, i spit that crack
like i’m in that trap
so if you need a hit, then i’m with that bat (bah)

[chorus: nicki minaj & (2 chainz)]
b~tches ain’t sh~t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf~ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap
b~tches ain’t sh~t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf~ckers can’t tell me nothing (true)
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap (yeah)
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap (2 chainz, okay, now)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
nicki, nicki, nicki
put it in your kidney
got a new ls 450, ain’t no keys in this doohickey
if i weren’t rapping, i’d be trapping
if i weren’t trapping, i’d be pimping
if i weren’t pimping, i’d be getting it
period
i don’t smoke no bobby, but my denim be from ricky (ricky)
got cha girl on molly, and we smoking loud and drinking (drinking)
got my top back so you can see what i’ve been thinking (thinking)
i—if you know me, then you know i’ve been thinking franklin (franklin)
money (money)
thousands (thousands)
true religion trousers (tell ’em)
got a private home, started from them public houses (d~mn)
hair weave k!ller (k!ller)
causing her arousal (true)
audi a8, told them, “outtie $5,000”
uh (uh)

[chorus: nicki minaj]
b~tches ain’t sh~t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf~ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap
b~tches ain’t sh~t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf~ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee~beez in the trap

[bridge: nicki minaj]
d~mn, d~mn, what they say about me?
ion’t know, man, f~ck is on your biscuit
if i get hit, swinging on a big b~tch
ion’t know, man, i’m sh~tting on your whole life
d~mn, d~mn, what they say about me?
ion’t know, man, f~ck is on your biscuit
if i get hit, swinging on a big b~tch
ion’t know, man, i’m sh~tting on your whole life

[verse 3: nicki minaj]
man, i’m out in a~town
then i’m up in chi~town or miami shutting it down
it’s that new orleans
it’s la or the bay
it’s new york, philly, and the whole dmv
i’m a detroit player, man, it’s north~south cack
ohio, pittsburgh, got st. louis on deck
it’s delaware, connecticut, it’s new jersey got h~lla bricks
it’s queens, brooklyn, and, yeah, they wilding
bronx, harlem, and staten island

14. california love ft. roger troutman, dr. dre, & 2pac 4:46

[intro: roger troutman]
california love, we~ooh
california

[chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party
california
knows how da party
in the city
of l.a.
in the city of good ol’ watts
in the city
city of compton
we keep it rocking
we keep it rocking (ooh, now, let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west)

[verse 1: dr. dre & roger troutman]
a state that’s untouchable like eliot ness
the track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of s~x
we in that sunshine state where the bomb~ass hemp be
the state where you never find a dance floor empty
and pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money~making~machines serving fiends
i’ve been in the game for ten years making rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearing sassoon
now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
diamonds shining, looking like i robbed liberace
it’s all good, from diego to the bay
your city is the bomb if your city making pay (uh)
throw up a finger if you feel the same way
dre putting it down for californ~i~a (california, california)

[chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party (knows how to party)
california (west coast)
knows how da party (yes, they do, that’s right)
in the city
of l.a. (city of l.a., los angeles, yeah)
in the city of good ol’ watts (good ol’ watts)
in the city
city of compton (city of compton)
we keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
we keep it rocking (come on, come on, come on, yeah, now, make it shake, come on)

[post~chorus: roger troutman, dr. dre, & 2pac]
shake it, shake it, baby (come on, come on, come on)
shake, shake it (shake it, baby)
shake, shake it, mama (come on, come on, come on)
shake it, cali (come on, come on, shake it, cali)
shake it (we don’t care), shake it, baby (baby, right, that’s right, uh)
shake it, shake it (shake, shake, shake, shake)
shake it, shake it, mama (shake, shake it, shake, shake)
shake it, cali (shake it now, out on bail)

[verse 2: 2pac, dr. dre, & roger troutman]
fresh out of jail, california dreaming
soon as i step on the scene, i’m hearing hoochies screaming
fiending for money and alcohol
the life of a westside player where cowards die and the strong ball
only in cali, where we riot, not rally, to live and die
in l.a., we wearing chucks, not ballys (yeah, that’s right, uh)
dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
flossing, but have caution, we collide with other crews
famous because we throw grams
worldwide, let ’em recognize from long beach to rosecrans
bumping~and~grinding like a slow jam
it’s westside, so ya know the row won’t bow down to no man
say what cha say, but give me that bomb beat from dre
let me serenade the streets of l.a.
from oakland a sac~town, the bay area and back down
cali is where they put they mack down, give me love (california, california)

[chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party (ain’t no stopping)
california (do~do~do~do~do)
knows how da party (come on, baby)
in the city (south central)
of l.a. (l.a.)
in the city of good ol’ watts (that’s right)
in the city
city of compton (yep, yep)
we keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
we keep it rocking (yeah, yeah, now, make it shake, uh)

[post~chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
shake, shake it, baby (uh, shake)
shake, shake it (uh, yeah, shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it, mama (yeah)
shake it, cali (shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it (uh, uh)
shake it, shake it, mama (west coast)
shake it, cali (uh)

[outro: dr. dre, 2pac, & roger troutman]
yeah, uh
uh, long beach in the house, uh, yeah
oaktown
oakland definitely in the house (heh, hehehehehe)
frisco, frisco (cheah)
hey, ya know l.a. up in this
pasadena, where you at?
yeah, inglewood
inglewood always up to no good
even hollywood are tryna get a piece, baby
sacramento, sacramento, where you at? uh, yeah
throw it up, y’all, throw it up, throw it up
i can’t see ya
california love
let’s show these fools how we do it on this westside
’cause you and i know it’s the best side

15. we own it (fast & furious) ft. wiz khalifa & 2 chainz 3:48

[intro: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
it’s young khalifa, man (man)
2 chain’ (chain’)

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
money’s the motivation, money’s the conversation
you on vacation, we getting paid, so
we on paycation, i did it for the fam
it’s whatev’ we had a do, it just who i am
yeah (yeah)
it’s the life i chose (it’s the life i chose)
gunshots in the dark, one eye closed (bah)
and we got it cooking like a one~eyed stove
you can catch me kissing my girl with both eye’ closed (true), yeah
perfecting my passion, thanks for asking
couldn’t slow down, so we had a crash it
you used plastic, we ’bout cash
i see some people ahead that we gon’ pass, yeah (yeah)

[pre~chorus: wiz khalifa]
i never feared death or dying (whoop)
i only fear never trying (whoop)
i am whatever i am
only god can judge me now

[chorus: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
one (one)
shot
everything rides on to— (to—)
‘night
even if i’ve got three (three)
strikes
i’ma go for it
this moment (‘ment)
we own it (yeah)
and (and)
i’m
not da be played wit’
be— (be—)
’cause
it can get dangerous
see (see)
these people i ride wit’?
this moment (uh)
we own it

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
and the same ones that i ride wit’
be the same ones that i die wit’
put it all out on the line wit’
if ya looking for me, you can find wi’
in a new car or the crowd wit’
my new broad, that’s a fine chick
ain’t no other squad i’m down wit’
ain’t no way around it
what cha say? tell me what cha say
working hard, repping for my dawgs, do this every day
taking off, looking out for all, making sure we ball
like the mob, all ya do is call
catch you if you fall, young khalifa

[pre~chorus: wiz khalifa]
i never feared death or dying (whoop)
i only fear never trying (whoop, uh)
i am whatever i am
only god can judge me now

[chorus: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
one (one)
shot
everything rides on to— (to—)
‘night
even if i’ve got three (three)
strikes
i’ma go for it
this moment (‘ment)
we own it (yeah)
and (and, i ride or die for mine)
i’m
not da be played wit’
be— (be—)
’cause
it can get dangerous
see (see, i ride or die for love)
these people i ride wit’?
this moment (yeah, here we go)
we own it (yeah)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & (wiz khalifa)]
this the biggest day of my life, we got big guns
been graduated from knives, it’s the
day in the life, and i’m ready da ride, got the
spirit, i’m feeling like a k!ller inside, uh
financial outbreak, i’m free, but i ain’t out yet
riding with the plug, so i’m close to the outlet
at the red light, rims sitting offset
i look better on yo’ girl than (uh) her outfit

[verse 4: wiz khalifa]
stuck to the plan (plan)
always said that we would stand up, never ran (ran)
we the fam and loyalty never change up (chup)
been down since day one, look at where we came from (from)
jumping out on anybody who try da say some’
one thing about it: got a problem? i got the same one (one)
money rolls, we fold (fold)
plenty clubs we closed (closed)
follow the same code (code)
never turn our backs, our cars don’t even lose control (uh)

[chorus: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
one (one)
shot
everything rides on to— (to—)
‘night
even if i’ve got three (three)
strikes
i’ma go for it
this moment (‘ment)
we own it (yeah)
and (and, i ride or die for mine)
i’m
not da be played wit’
be— (be—)
’cause
it can get dangerous
see (see, i ride or die for love)
these people i ride wit’?
this moment
we own it (yeah)

[outro: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
hahaha (hahaha)
uh (uh)
this moment (‘ment)
we own it
i ride or die for mine
i’m ride~or~die material
one life da live, so, here we go
this moment
we own it

16. hail mary ft. 2pac, kastro, young n0ble, yaki kadafi, & prince ital joe 5:10

[intro: 2pac]
makaveli in this
k!lluminati
all through your body
the blow is like a 12~gauge shotty
uh, feel me (come with me)
hail mary, n~gga (and god said he should send his one begotten son), run quick, see
what do we have here now? (to lead the wild into the ways of the man, do you wanna ride or die?)
follow me (la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la, eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh)

[chorus 1: 2pac]
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la

[verse 1: 2pac]
i ain’t a k!ller, but don’t push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p~ssy
picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
bow down, pray da god, hoping that he’s listening
seeing n~ggas coming for me through my diamonds when they glistening
now, pay attention: bless me, please, father, i’m a ghost
in these k!lling fields, hail mary, catch me if i go
let’s go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee
activate my hate, let it break to the flame
set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
some say the game is all corrupt and f~cked in this sh~t
stuck, n~ggas is lucky if we bust out this sh~t
plus, mama told me never stop until i bust a nut
f~ck the world if they can’t adjust, it’s just as well, hail mary

[chorus 1: 2pac]
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la

[verse 2: 2pac]
penitentiaries is packed with promise~makers
never realized the precious time that b~tch n~ggas is wasting
institutionalized, i live my life a product made to crumble
much too hardened for a smile, way too crazy to be humble
we balling, catch me, father, please
‘cause i’m falling in the liquor store
pass the hennessy, i hear you calling, can i get some more?
bail ’til i reach h~ll, i ain’t scared
mama checking in my bedroom, i ain’t there
i got a head wit’ no screws in it, what can i do?
one life da live, but i got nothing da lose
just me and you on a one~way trip to prison, selling drugs
we all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs
to my homeboys in clinton max doing their bid
raise h~ll to this real sh~t and feel this
when they turn out the lights, i’ll be there in the dark
thugging eternal through my heart
now, hail mary, n~gga

[verse 3: kastro & (young n0ble)]
they got a a~p~b out on my thug family
since outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
our enemies die now, walk around half~dead
head down, k~blasted off of hennessy and thai chronic
mixed in, now i’m twisted, blistered, and high
visions of me thug~living getting me by
forever live, and i multiply, survived by thugs
when i die, they won’t cry unless they coming wit’ slugs (peep the whole scene)

[verse 4: young n0ble & (yaki kadafi)]
and whatever’s going on around me
brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feeling rowdy
ready to wet the party up
and whoever in that motherf~cker, nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers on the regular
mashing in a stolen black ac’ integra
c~cked back, sixty seconds ’til the draw, that’s when i’m deading ya
feet first, you’ve got a nice gat, but my heat’s worse
from a thug to preaching church
i gave you love, now you eating dirt
needing work, and i ain’t the n~gga da put chu on
‘cause word is bond
when i was broke, i had a hustle ’til dawn
that’s when the sun came up, there’s only one way up
hold cha head and stay up
to all my n~ggas, get cho’ pay and weight up (if it’s on)

[bridge: yaki kadafi]
then it’s on, we rape beat~breaks
outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
to this sh~t, i don’t got be the sh~t i gotta take
dealing with fate, hoping god don’t close the gate
if it’s on, then it’s on, we rape beat~breaks
outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
to this sh~t, i don’t got be the sh~t i gotta take
dealing with fate, hoping god don’t close the gate

[chorus 2: 2pac & prince ital joe]
come with me
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
we’ve been traveling on this weary road
sometimes, life can be a heavy load
but we ride, ride it like a bullet
come with me
hail mary, hail mary (hail mary)
we won’t worry, everything will curry
hail mary, n~gga, run quick, see
free like the bird in the tree
we won’t worry, everything will curry
yes, we free like the bird in the tree
we running from the penitentiary
this is the time for we liberty
hail mary, hail mary
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la~da~la~la~la~la~la~la~da

[outro: 2pac & 2pac]
westside, outlawz
makaveli the don, solo
k!lluminati, the 7 days

17. rich as f~ck ft. lil wayne & 2 chainz 3:44

[intro: lil wayne]
uh

[verse 1: lil wayne]
ak on my nightstand
right next to that bible
but i swear, with these 50 shots
i’ll shoot it out with five~o
pockets getting too fat, no weight watchers, no lipo
money talks, bullsh~t walks on a motherf~cking tightrope, and i make that p~ssy tap out
i knock that p~ssy out cold
n~gga, you get beat the cr~p out
but that just how the dice roll
these hoes want that hosepipe
so i give all these hoes pipe
she get on that d~ck and stay on
all night, like porch lights, let do it
f~ck talking
we out here, we balling
and i’m spraying at these rusty n~ggas like w—
‘d~40
we f~cked up, we truk’ed up, no if, ands, or but f~cks
b~tch n~ggas go
behind your back like nunchucks, and that’s f~cked up
but my hoes down, my cups up, my n~ggas down for whatever, thee b~tches think they’re too fly?
well, tell them hoes i pluck feathers
i’m tunechi
young tunechi
i wear trukfit
f~ck gucci
she blowing kisses at me with her p~ssy lips
smooches, and that’s 2 chainz

[chorus 1: 2 chainz, lil wayne, & 2 chainz & lil wayne]
look at chu (woah)
now, look at us
all my n~ggas look rich as f~ck (yeah)
all my n~ggas live rich as f~ck (yeah)
all~all my n~ggas look rich as f~ck (yeah)
look at chu (look at chu)
now, look at us (now, look at us)
all my n~ggas look rich as f~ck (b~tch)
all my~all my n~ggas live rich as f~ck (you hoe~ass bi—)
all my~all~all my ni— (uh)
never talk to the cops

[verse 2: lil wayne]
i don’t speak pig latin
i turned a penny to a motherf~cking janet jackson
tell the b~tches that be hating i ain’t got no worries
i ju’ wanna hit~and~run like i ain’t got insurance
hoe
what’s your name? what’s your sign? zodiac k!ller
all rats gotta die, even master splinter
yeah
murder, 187
i be k!lling them b~tches, i hope all dogs go da heaven, and i got xanax
percocet, promethazine with codeine
call me mr. sandman
i’m selling all these hoes’ dreams, got a white girl with big titties
flat~ass, tv screen
i keep a bad b~tch
call me the b.b. king, and ya know i got that mouth out her
then put the b~tch out like a house fire
i’m k!lling these hoes like michael myers
i eat that cat just like a lion, and i can’t trust none of these n~ggas
can’t trust none of these hoes
and i see yo’ girl when i want
i got that hoe tivo’d, uh
got a red~ass b~tch with a red~ass p~ssy
n~gga try me? that’s a dead~ass p~ssy
since y’all motherf~ckers so blind to the fact
to tell you the truth, ion’t care who’s looking
all i know is i love my b~tch
and p~ssy feel just like heaven on earth
6~feet deep, d~ck~shoveling the dirt
r.i.p
rest in p~ssy
light that sh~t, then pass that sh~t
we gon’ get so smoked out
and then i went, got locked up
every night, i dreamt i broke out
one time for them p~ssy n~ggas
that’s that sh~t i don’t like
we eating over here, n~gga
f~ck around and have a food fight, and that’s 2 chainz

[chorus 2: 2 chainz, lil wayne, & 2 chainz & lil wayne]
look at chu (uh)
now, look at us (yeah)
all my n~ggas look rich as f~ck (what?)
all my n~ggas live rich as f~ck (what?)
all~all my n~ggas look rich as f~ck (yeah)
look at chu (ayy, f~ck all y’all b~tches, straight up)
now, look at us (any b~tch out there that ain’t never wanna give me no p~ssy)
all my n~ggas look rich as f~ck (f~ck you in yo’ assh0l~, b~tch)
all my~all my n~ggas live rich as f~ck
all my~all~all my n~ggas look rich as f~ck

[outro: lil wayne]
and yo’ n~gga a hoe

18. all eyez on me ft. 2pac & big syke 5:08

[intro: 2pac]
y’all know how this sh~t go (you know)
all eyes on me
motherf~cking og
roll up in the club and sh~t, is that right? (all eyes on me)
all eyes on me
but cha know what?
i bet cha got it twisted

[verse 1: 2pac]
you~on’t know who da trust
so many player~hating n~ggas tryna sound like us
say they ready for the funk, but i don’t think they knowing
straight to the depths of h~ll is where those cowards going
well, are ya still down? n~gga, holla when you see me
and let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
i got a caravan of n~ggas every time we ride
hitting motherf~ckers up when we pass by
until i die, live the life of a boss player, ’cause even when i’m high
f~ck with me and get crossed later, the future’s in my eyes
’cause all i want is cash and things
a five~double~0 benz, flaunting flashy rings, uh
b~tches pursue me like a dream
been known a disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
it seems, my main thing was to be major paid
the game sharper than a motherf~cking razor blade
say money bring b~tches and b~tches bring lies
one n~gga’s getting jealous and motherf~ckers died
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
we got foe n~ggas and low riders in ski masks
screaming, “thug life” every time they pass, all eyes on me

[chorus 1: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player, ’cause even getting high

[interlude: big syke]
hey, to my n~gga pac

[verse 2: big syke]
so much trouble in the world, n~gga
can’t n0body feel your pain
the world’s changing every day, time’s moving fast
my girl said i need a raise, how long will she last?
i’m caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
triple~beam, got some smokers on, whistle as i dip
i’m lost in the land wit’ no plan, living life flawless
crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
mediocres got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
i’m taking off from the curb
the nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
devoted to serving this moët and pay checks
like akai satellite, n~gga, i’m forever balling
it ain’t right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawling
sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
my devotion is handling my business, n~gga, keep on coasting
where ya going? i’ve been there, came back as lonely, homie
steady~flowing against the grain, n~ggas still don’t know me
it’s about the money in this rap sh~t, this cr~p sh~t
it ain’t funny, n~ggas don’t even know how da act, sh~t
what can i do? what can i say? is there another way?
blunts~and~gin all day, 24~parlay
my little homie g, can’t cha see i’m buster~free?
n~ggas can’t stand me
all eyes on me

[chorus 2: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high

[verse 3: 2pac]
the feds is watching, n~ggas plotting da get me
will i survive? will i die? come on, let’s picture the possibility
giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong and that’s why i blaze sh~t
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile, calling big shots on the scene major
packing hunnids in my drawers, f~ck the law
b~tches, i f~ck with a passion, i’m living rough~and~raw
catching cases at a fast rate, balling in the fast lane
hustle ’til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high
these n~ggas got me tossing sh~t
i put the top down, now it’s time da floss my sh~t
keep your head up, n~gga, make these motherf~ckers suffer
up in the benz, burning rubber
the money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
this criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
get cho’ money, motherf~cker, let’s get rich and we’ll kick it (all eyes on me)

[chorus 3: 2pac]
live the life as a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life as a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n~gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me

[outro: 2pac]
pay attention, my n~ggas
see how that sh~t go?
n~gga walk up in this muh’f~cker
and it be like, “bing”
cops, b~tches, every~motherf~cking~body (live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high (i got busters, hoes, and police watching a n~gga, ya know? i live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
living life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high (hehehe, it’s like what they think)
i’m walking around wit’ some ki’s in my pocket or some’
they think i’m going back da jail, they really on that dope (live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
live my life as a boss player
i know y’all watching, i know y’all got me in the scopes (live my life as a thug n~gga until the day i die)
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high (i know y’all know this is thug life, baby)
y’all got me under surveillance, huh?
all eyes on me, but i’m knowing

19. sacrifices ft. drake, 2 chainz, & young thug 5:08

[intro: drake]
wrote this sh~t

[verse 1: drake]
january ’21
baby girl, i had a run
i’ll be back a couple months
kendall turned 21
was up the street wit’ 21
they could see me online
but they won’t see me on the ones
i got dubai plates
in the california state
i got her waiting at my place
i got no baby on the way
i’m talking baby like stunna
i’m talking baby like face
lost millions in the past
i’m talking maybe like eight
couple n~ggas from the city, wishing on a star, could they be like drake
sorry, no, not today
you gotta find your own way
big dawg from the 6ix
i’m talking dogg like nate
my sh~t be raw out the gate
ion’t need another take
40 got house on the lake
i ain’t know we had a lake
she complaining how i’m late
i ain’t know it was a date
n~ggas see me in person, first thing they say i’, “i know ya need a break”
h~ll nah, i feel great
ready now, why wait?
like a kiss from a rose, i could be the one da seal your whole fate
so be careful what cha think
think about what cha gon’ say
gotta deal with people straight
i got my 23’s laced
it’s a marathon, not a sprint, but i still gotta win the race
yeah (yeah)

[chorus: drake]
and i’m convinced
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
we seeing so many blessing’, sh~t don’t make no sense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da him
yeah (yeah)
i’m convinced (‘vinced)
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
yeah, i did some wrong, i had no choice in my defense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da—

[verse 2: 2 chainz & 2 chainz]
2 chainz, i’m a real one
few shows, that’s a mil’ run
when she bust it down
i said, “thanks for giving to me”, like a pilgrim
cold world’ll be chilling
earm~ffs on the children
used to trap out the hilton
got wood on the cartiers
that’s a face full of splinters
count a bankroll for dinner
this the wrong place da enter
phone s~x, yeah, for breakfast
all kinda women text us
met her at the super bowl
told her i stayed down the street from texas (whoo)
a~town, i stay down
yeah, it’s all in the wrist (skrrt)
this one here out the fence
trap jumping like tha carter
mean it jumping like vince
moved on from the election
introduced her to the plug
can’t believe they tried a take the connection
ooh, girl, you a blessing
fine~a’, be finessing
yeah, i love my fans, but i don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
drench god with the 6 god
point guard and the two guard
pretty girls like trap music, so i woke up with my wood hard (wood hard)

[chorus: drake & young thug]
and i’m convinced
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
we seeing so many blessing’, sh~t don’t make no sense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da him
yeah (yeah)
i’m convinced (‘vinced)
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
yeah, i did some wrong, i had no choice in my defense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da— (i was stealing from a b~tch, slime)

[verse 3: young thug & young thug]
back when i wa’ 21 (facts)
my favorite gun was a sig (.9)
20 in the clip, head one (no c~cking)
growing up, i was a running back
you’d never made me ran once (godd~mn)
i got shot, sweat started running
that sh~t wa’ red like hunt (ketchup)
i’m kicking, pimping like i punt (beat it)
but, don’t cha think sh~t’s sweet?
i’m talking sweet, deer meat (ooh)
i’m talking suite like he sleep (like he sleep)
we ain’t doing too much talking (nah)
i’m talm’bout talking like a speech (election)
like the president, i k!ll ’em neat (scammers)
i’m talking neat like freak
i’m talking neat like fleek
i’m talking neat like a geek (yeah)
you come with beef, i eat a b
i’m talking b’s, spelling bee (sheesh)
double r, that’s a rolls (skrrt)
paint it yellow like it’s dairy
i’m talking rose like derrick
i’m talking rolls like a belly (whoo)
like a new car, i got two keys
tryna score the bucket like a chevy seat (chevy seat)
then i heard they’ve been pulling all week (all week)
i’ma use your name, like, “who is he?”
you get it? haha (you get it? haha)
i said i’ma use a name, like, “who is he?”
got some gold on, leprechaun, sheesh
deep sleep short for deceased
big bezel on the patty (whoo)
i’m talking padi, i meant patek
don’t try da take it, i got guns
i’m talking guns, not pellets (pellet)
i watch the game from the floor (floor seats)
i’m talking wood, first mattress
i’m talking wood, pants down (pants down)
i’m talking woods like them clowns (you get it?)
i got my mink off a monkey
i’m talking monkey like jumanji (hrr)
all your diamonds partly sunny
i’m talking sunny like d. sunny (sunny delight)
my diamonds wet, it cost me money
i’m talking wet like it’s running (sank)
i’m talking wet like katrina (new orleans?)
i’m talking wet like dasani
huh (i’m talking wet like dasani)

20. ambitionz az a ridah ft. 2pac & michael buffer 4:40

[intro: 2pac & michael buffer]
you don’t wanna f~ck with me
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (let’s get ready da rumble)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah (now, you know how we do it, like a g)
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (what really go on in the mind of a n~gga)
got the police busting at me (that get down for theirs)
but they can’t do nothing to a g (constantly, let ’em screaming that, money over b~tches)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah (not b~tches over money)
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (stay on your grind, n~gga)
got the police busting at me (my ambitions as a ridah)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
police busting at me (my ambitions as a ridah)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
got the police busting at me (i’m a straight ridah)

[verse 1: 2pac]
so many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars (skrrt)
this life as a rap star is nothing without guard
was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public (hahaha)
my attitude was “f~ck it”, ’cause motherf~ckers love it
to be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease (sir, sir, sir, sir)
though life is complicated, only what cha make it to be (and, uh)
and my ambitions as a ridah
to catch her while she hot and h~rny, go up inside her (uh, gotcha)
then i spit some game in her ear, “go to the telly, hoe”
equipped with money in a benz ’cause, b~tch, i’m barely broke (hahaha)
i’m smoking bomb~ass weed, feeling crucial
from player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
from hustling and prayers to breaking motherf~ckers to pay us
i got no time for these b~tches (h~ll no), ’cause these hoes tried a play us
i’m on a meal~ticket mission, want a mil’ so i’m wishing
competition got me ripped on that bullsh~t they stressing (booyah)
i’ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it’s mandatory
no guts, no glory, my n~gga, b~tch got the game distorted
now it’s on and it’s on because i said so (haha)
can’t trust a b~tch in the business so i got with death row
now these money~hungry b~tches getting suspicious
started plotting and planning on a scheme to come and trick us (haha)
but thug n~ggas be on point and game tight (yeah)
me, syke, and bogart are strapped up the same night (wassup, n~gga?)
got problems, then handle it, motherf~ckers see me
these n~ggas is jealous, ’cause deep in they hearts, they wanna be me (uh, yeah, haha)
and now you got me right beside cha
hoping you listen, i catch you paying attention
to my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (i won’t deny it, i’m a straight ridah)

[verse 2: 2pac]
it was my only wish to rise above these jealous
coward motherf~ckers i despise, when it’s time da ride
i was the first to hop inside (let’s go, n~gga, let’s go)
give me the .9 (haha, yeah)
i’m ready to die right here tonight and motherf~ck they life (yeah, n~gga)
that’s what they screaming as they drill me, but i’m hard to k!ll
so i open fire until you k!ll me
witness my steel (that’s all you n~ggas got? hahahahahahahaha)
spitting at adversaries, envious and after me
i’d rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
mama (dear mama), come rescue me, i’m suicidal, thinking thoughts
i’m innocent so there’ll be bullets flying when i’m caught (f~ck, shoot)
f~ck doing jail time, better day, sacrifice (f~ck this sh~t)
won’t get a chance to do me like they did my n~gga tyson (f~ck that)
thugging for life, and if you right, then, n~gga, die for it
let them other busters try, at least you tried for it (hahaha)
when it’s time da die, then be a man and pick the way you leave (yeah, n~gga)
f~ck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g

[verse 3: 2pac]
my murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me
stay off the block, evade the cops ’cause i know they coming for me
i’ve been hesitant to reappear, been away for years (i’m back, baby)
now i’m back, my adversaries been reduced to tears
question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some b~tches bleed
n~ggas’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed (buck~buck~buck~buck~buck)
blast me, but they didn’t finish, didn’t diminish
my powers, so now i’m back to be a motherf~cking menace (them n~ggas cowards)
they cowards, that’s why they tried a set me up
had b~tch~ass n~ggas (b~tch~ass n~ggas) on my team, so indeed they wet me up (punk n~ggas)
but i’m back reincarnated (‘carnated), incarcerated
at the time, i contemplate the way that god made it
lace ’em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
for money, i’ll have these motherf~ckers buried
i’ve been getting much mail in jail, n~ggas telling me da k!ll it (hahaha)
knowing, when i get out, they gon’ feel it (yeah, right)
witness the realest, a who~ridah when i put the sh~t inside
the cries from all your people when they find her, must remind ya (thug life)
my history’ll prove i’ve been it
revenge on them n~ggas that played me and all the cowards that was down with it
now it’s your n~gga right beside ya
hoping you listen, got cha paying attention to my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 2: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (g)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (and i’m just proving it)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f~ck with me

21. 3500 ft. future, travis scott, & 2 chainz 7:42

[intro: future & travis scott]
b~bandana wrapped ’round your head
the bandana wrapped ’round your head
f~ck n~ggas, they scared (f~ck n~ggas, they scared)
ain’t n0body triller than me
ain’t n0body triller than scott
ain’t n0body trill, man, i’m taking they spot
yeah (yeah, ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)
thee n~ggas is scared

[verse 1: travis scott]
(30’s in the city moving slow)
ladies, order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (yeah, only real n~ggas keep ya float)
paink!llers, ain’t got back pain, know ya gotta love it (yeah)
tings out in ny, they in my hallways, i got a lobby of ’em (only trill n~ggas i know)
up~and~down wit’ chase, monday nights, we made a hobby of it (alright, 30’s in the city moving slow)
still down with the same dawgs, man, they never loved us (only real n~ggas keep ya float)
gave my n~ggas all gold chains to remind me of it (‘mind me of it, yeah, only trill n~ggas i know)
me and metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (lot of it, whoo)
all these cups and, d~mn, all these hoes
thee n~ggas up da something (oh)
touch down out in h~town, there, it might get ugly (whoo, only real n~ggas keep ya float)
it’s trill, n~gga, where it’s trill n~ggas, a whole army of ’em (whoo, only trill n~ggas i know)
i run the check up, i’m a hot n~gga, don’t turn my ‘countant on me (yeah)
free rowdy, rowdy, free bobby, bobby, them the shmurda homies, good (d~mn) lord (good lord)
(good lord, ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh)

[chorus: travis scott]
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty~thirty~thirty~five~hunnid for the coat
only~only~only real n~ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty~thirty~thirty~five~hunnid for the coat
only~only~only real n~ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know

[verse 2: future & travis scott]
smoke wit’ me, drank wit’ me, lean like i’m clark
copping a wraith, then i throw it in park
you n~ggas some marks, and you ain’t got no heart
i know lil’ one gon’ come with that a and that r (only trill n~ggas i know)
i know lil’ one gon’ come with that a and that r
i’m counting, i’m dripping, i’m fiending (i’m counting, i’m dripping, i’m fiending)
i’m not from this planet
i was abandoned
trill n~ggas, real n~ggas, popping them pill n~ggas
stack up a mil’, n~gga, like it’s a lil’ n~gga
this for the one who gon’ load up that k for me
this for the ones that ran off and didn’t wait for me
this for the n~ggas ran off and didn’t wait on me
this for ya, b~tch, ya ran off and didn’t wait on me (only trill n~ggas i know)
hood n~gga, f~ck all that red carpet sh~t
hood n~gga, i f~ck a red carpet b~tch
i put a rolls and a royce on my wrist
you can smell promethazine when i p~ss
i pray da god he bring me actavis
ain’t n0body triller than metro, ain’t n0body triller than scooter
hop on the private, i do it
take all the mollies, i do it
the bentley put up wit’ no mileage, i do it
these styrofoams wit’ me legitimate
i’m proudly downing these percocets
we just wanna be stoners lately, i’ve been on, on, on, on, on
this money an option, this lean is an option, this weed is an option
her b~tch is an option, yo’ b~tch is an option
i send ’em through auctions (i send ’em through auctions)
you paying that price for that punani
this gold on my neck is a new grammy (lord)

[chorus: travis scott & 2 chainz]
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty~thirty~thirty~five~hunnid for the coat
only~only~only real n~ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty~thirty~thirty~five~hunnid for the coat
only~only~only real n~ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know (yeah)
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know (2 chainz, my bathtub the size of swimming pools)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & travis scott]
backstroke da my children room
maybach in the living room (ooh)
i spent racks on these tennis shoes (tell ’em)
n~ggas know what i’m finna do
time for me da put the mink up (i did)
forgiattos on the brinks truck
my favorite rapper drove a pink truck (k!ll)
i do sh~t that cha dreamed of
i wa’ born with a mean mug (d~mn)
i wa’ born wit’ some nappy hair
drinking breast milk out a lean cup
tity boi’s my alias (yeah)
real n~ggas my radius (yeah, only trill n~ggas i—)
trill n~ggas on the song wit’ me
if she bad as h~ll, i’ll pay the babysitter (i will)
in a black mercedes with her (err)
doing about 180 with her (err)
i wa’ born a hustler
a paraphernalia in my baby pictures
resident, all elegant (elegant)
leather sh~t in my front yard (swear)
tv by my swimming pool (swear)
got that built like a sports bar (ayy)
chevelle with the new motor (err)
got the bih like a sports car (yeah)
yeah, my name i’ tity boi (boom)
ion’t f~ck wit’ hoe that wear sports bras (nah)
crib bigger than ya ‘magination
call the trap house the gas station (i did)
call mama house the jag station (haha)
emoji
sad faces (haha, sh~t, god)
look at thee n~ggas (look)
i need a buy pocketbooks for these n~ggas (show)

[chorus: travis scott & 2 chainz]
30’s in the city moving slow (punk~a’ n~ggas)
thirty~thirty~thirty~five~hunnid for the coat (thirty~five~hunnid)
only~only~only real n~ggas keep ya float (real sh~t only here, keep ya float)
only trill n~ggas i know (nah, for real)
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know (nah, for real)
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know (nah, for real)
only trill n~ggas i know (35)
only~(not me)~only~only trill n~ggas i know (boom, uh)
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty~thirty~thirty~five~hunnid for the coat
only~only~only real n~ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know
only trill n~ggas i know
only~only~only trill n~ggas i know

[bridge: future & travis scott]
ain’t n0body triller than me
ain’t n0body triller than scott
ain’t n0body trill, man, i’m taking they spot
yeah, we ride on a yacht (we ride on a yacht)
ain’t n0body triller than metro, ain’t n0body triller than scooter
ain’t n0body triller, we knew it, ain’t n0body triller, we knew it
pour up in h~town, them n~ggas don’t play ’round like jas and jr
only real n~ggas keep it float
say, “f~ck all the rumors”, say, “f~ck all the rumors” (only trill n~ggas i know)
say, “f~ck all the rumors”, say, “f~ck all the rumors” (only trill n~ggas i know)
say, “f~ck all the rumors”, say, “f~ck all the rumors”

[instrumental outro]

22. big bank ft. yg, 2 chainz, big sean, labritney, & nicki minaj 3:58

[verse 1: yg]
my b~tch drive an all~white range (white range)
couldn’t hit it if you n~ggas had aim (had aim)
lames can’t call, and you a lame (you a lame)
you had it, then you lost it, hall of shame (hall of shame)
i can buy a bentley, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me)
for a show 150, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me)
you ain’t never helped your mans, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me)
you just follow all the trends, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me, ayy)
i set the bar, i’m the f~cking bar (f~cking bar)
look in the sky, i’m a f~cking star (f~cking star)
i don’t fall in love ’cause i be loving hard (i be loving hard)
do e’rything like my shirt
extra large (extra large)
i don’t care, i’ll crash a ghost (ghost)
got two cribs in two states, i be doing the most (i be doing the most)
i got white~folks money that i won’t blow (that i won’t blow)
and if you ask why, ’cause the white folks don’t (white folks don’t)

[chorus 1: yg & (2 chainz)]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank (yah)
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
everything proper, no propaganda
tropicana goyard bandana
big sack, a lotta hoes like santa
threw a birthday party in a phantom
big sh~t like a dinosaur did it
and ya know tity shining like acrylic
yeah, i sold dope and had cornrows
i can see you n~gga’ hating with the door closed
now i’m looking for a glove with the sparkle on it
and my cbd got chocolate on it
big bank take small~ass sh~t
bank account on some tall~ass sh~t
attitude on some, “f~ck you too”
bankroll on, “what it do, boo?”
meet me at the room, let vibe
and if i ain’t did it yet, i’ll try

[chorus 2: yg & big sean & yg]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank

[verse 3: big sean, yg, & big sean & labritney]
she (bank) said, “what cha gon’ do if i leave?”
i said, “b~tch, i’ma do me” (me)
b.i.g., b~tch everything zoomed in (zoom)
big bag on me looking like i’m moving in (god)
got my foot in the door and we still here (here)
i’m a first generation millionaire
i broke (here) the curse in my family not having sh~t
i’m passionate like girls that’s after more than just cash and d~ck
feed me to the wolves, now i lead the pack and sh~t
chu (woah) boys all cap (woah), i’m more (woah) colin kaepernick (d~mn)
i’m rare as affordable health care (oh god)
or going da wealth from welfare (god, god)
i turn my w’s to m’s, yeah, i flip those (those)
i might buy her red bottoms with the crypto (‘to)
three coins, that’ll pay ya whole semester (swerve, swerve)
but cha gotta ride it better than a tesla

[chorus 1: yg, big sean, & nicki minaj]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank (lil’ b~tch)
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank (uh~oh)
bank

[verse 4: nicki minaj]
back again
back~to~back, maybach, stack the m’s
told ’em i met slim shady, bagged a em
once he go black, he’ll be back again
tell them hoes that it’s crunch time, abdomen
yes, i cop mad chanel and mad given’
she did it again, imagine them
’bout to make these bum b~tches mad again (haha, uh~oh)
back to them
i lead the pack so my back’s to them
yup, the queen’s back, what’s happening?
re~run, ’bout to make these b~tches rap again (rrr, uh)
diamond chains on my ankle (on my ankle)
young money in the cut like a shank, though (like a shank, though)
tell t.i.p. rubber bands in my bankroll (roll)
mmm, show my ass like a stank hoe (like a stank hoe)

[chorus 1: yg]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank

23. ali bomaye ft. the game, 2 chainz, french montana, jessica gomes, & rick ross 5:14

[intro: the game & 2 chainz]
get my people out them chains, n~gga
i mean, handcuffs
time da man up
put my hands up?
f~ck you saying, bruh?
’cause i’m a black man (black man)
in a phantom
or is it ’cause my windows tinted?
car cost $three~hunnid~thou’ and i blow indo in it (2 chainz)
you mad ’cause your daughter f~ck with me on spring break
well (well)
i’ma f~ck her ’til (yeah) the springs break

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
roll another one ’cause i’m winning
in my fo’~do’, looking real photogenic
gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire
i’m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
money getting long, p~ssy rate, keep rising
versace outfit cost me $3,000
from the p houses, did it from the wee hours
selling that chicken, no lemon pepper, no sweet~and~sour
first, you get the power
then, you get respect
i’m getting so much money, i can buy your b~tch
take it how ya wanna
if you wanna take it
i like clubs where all the women working naked
fell in love with a waitress, what the f~ck i’m thinking?
b~bought that hoe a ring
it was for her pinky
uh
that’s pimping, that’s sl!ck
got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent, uh

[verse 2: the game, french montana, & 2 chainz]
f~ck y’all mad at me fo’? got a black card and a black phantom
with a white b~tch in idaho, i do the same thing in (montana)
got a thick b~tch in atlanta, got a redbone in the chi
got two chains, they two~tone, two~hunnid racks, no lie (true)

[chorus 1: the game]
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
i’m ’bout da rumble in the jungle in these new kanye’s
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
my lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

[verse 3: the game]
f~ck y’all mad at me fo’, ’cause my belt got two g’s on it?
her bag got two c’s on it? my daughter’s stroller got d’s on it?
woah
free (woah) big meech, free boosie, and c~murder
like new orleans, like baltimore, come da compton, you’ll see murders
and my ar see murders
that’s beef, n~gga, no burgers
i’m insane and you usain, n~gga better turn on them burners
got coke swimming in that glass jar, b~tch, go turn on them burners
got dope da sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
you a b~tch n~gga, no female, i smack n~ggas, sprewell
i’m on the block like d12, i got the white, no d~12
like a lil’ n~gga in africa, i was born toting that k
and that’s real sh~t, no will smith and no nona gaye
but they yelling:

[chorus 2: the game & jessica gomes]
“ali bomaye
ali bomaye
thank god that a n~gga seen another day
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
got a chopper and a bottle, f~ck it (m~m~m~maybach music), let ’em spray”

[verse 4: rick ross]
i take my case to trial
hire the dream team
robbie kardashian, johnnie cochran, i seen things
i dream big
i think sharp
inhale smoke
hawaiian tree bark
humble yourself, you not a g, keep it one wit’ cha self
run a n~ggas for help, favors, i keep one on the shelf
i got rifles wit’ lasers
swing it just like the majors
hit chu right above navel
now ya swimming in pavement
gold medals on my neck, i call it michael phelps
hoes settling for less, i call ’em bottom shelf
n~ggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
on the road to the riches, b~tches not tagging along

[verse 5: the game]
unless it’s ass in a thong
hit that ass and i’m gone
disrespect my n~gga boss and i’m flashing the chrome
i’m waving the tec
tity spraying the mac
extendos in the back, gonna lap
i got a b~tch that look like laila ali sitting in my lap
got a call from skateboard, pick ’em up at lax
speaking skateboards, where tune at? f~ck with him
i’ll break a skateboard on a n~gga back
2 chainz

[verse 6: 2 chainz & the game]
skateboard on a n~gga track
no lie
“no lie” already got a plaque
mama got a house
daughter got accounts
just to think a n~gga like me started with an ounce (bad b~tches and d~boys, we bring ’em out)
if them n~ggas p~ssy
we douche ’em
we clean ’em out
this the voice of ghetto intelligence if you got work
go da work, don’t work at cho’ residence (for presidents)

[verse 7: the game & 2 chainz]
word a muhammad, that triple~beam is heaven~sent
riding through the jungles in that motherf~cking elephant
that’s a gray ghost (gray ghost)
with the ears on it
swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (tell ’em)
you know i got that work on the foreman grill (foreman grill)
weigh the motherf~ckers in, made another mil’ (made another mil’)
got a n~gga feeling like cassius clay
thrilla in manilla, n~gga want it, whip his ass today

[chorus 2: the game]
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
thank god that a n~gga seen another day
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
got a chopper and a bottle, f~ck it, let ’em spray

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