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Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross & Yummy Bingham) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)




[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his biblehood never questioned
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only liars are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always the proof
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Nefertiti would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties went in the bowl
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
Business deals and the Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones would’ve thought I was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresenting, misquoting then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments in Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top




Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross)




[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top


Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross & Yummy Bingham)


[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top


YG – Trill (feat. Lil Wayne)


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Blood, pass the weed to the next nigga
My bitch dyed her hair red for the set, nigga
She a trill ass hoe and I’m the trillest nigga
I feel the holy ghost before I feel these niggas
I got these bitches on they toes, no Achilles, nigga
Spit on your grave, throw a rose and some lilies, nigga
I know the stove like I worked at Piccadilly’s, nigga
I wear a gold rope for old Mississippi niggas
And I was locked up in a hole, I could’ve killed me, nigga
And then a guard gave me some head, she felt guilty, nigga
I brush my teeth a hundred times just to grill these niggas
And I just walked up in the bank humming "A Milli", nigga
Whoa, trill nigga just walked in the bank
Plenty fish in the sea but I’m the shark in the tank
Your business the streets and your broad in my face
And your mama turn tricks and your homies turn state
And my homies turn weight to some cake, for real
I get paid all day, lump sums, oatmeal
Oh yeah, I feel like Neo on both pills
Balling on these bitches like Shaquille O’Trill, Tune

[Hook 1: YG]
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I bet we deal with him
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I bet we deal with him

[Verse 2: YG]
I used to be a dirty motherfucker
Now I got my own shit
I’m from west side California, we the realest state
I left the house like "mom, I’m on my own shit"
What’s the plan? See, the plan is to stack 100 grand
Turn 100 grand to a million
Turn that million to a billion, turn that billion to a trillion
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I go get it, keep a .40 cal with me
I ain’t no industry nigga, all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
Who got problems? Cause my whole clique ride and
Point the bitch nigga out, I bet we deal with him
I done had a fucked up deal for my four plus years
But in God I trust, Lord, I’m still with ya
I’m ’bout to bounce back on these niggas like Derrick Rose
Here it go, here-here it go, here-here it go
2016, picture me in a big house with the biggest screen
With niggas I knew since the age of sixteen
Plan to ride for these niggas and it’s cold in the street
I know all you niggas head cold ass lil meat
Bold ass lil weed with goals, that’s me
Let’s rob ’em right now, that’s for sure, that’s me
Run up in they shit, they like "Lord, have mercy"
I’m thinking "Lord, let there be a smooth ass burglary"

[Hook 2: YG & Lil Wayne]
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I bet we deal with him
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga (I’m trill)
I bet we deal with him (so trill)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga (I’m trill)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga (I’m trill)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
(Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga)
Yeah, I only fuck with trill niggas
I bet we deal with him


YG Featuring Lil Wayne – Trill Lyrics


(Verse 1 – Lil Wayne)
Blunt, pass the weed to the next ni**a
My b**h dyed her hair red for the set, ni**a
She a trill a$$ hoe and I’m the trillest ni**a
I feel the holy ghost before I feel these ni**as
I got these bi**hes on they toes, no Achilles, ni**a
Spit on your grave, throw a rose and some lilies, ni**a
I know the stove like I worked at Piccadilly’s, ni**a
I wear a gold rope for old Mississippi ni**as
And I was locked up in a hole, I could’ve killed me, ni**a
And then a guard gave me some head, she felt guilty, ni**a
I brush my teeth a hundred times just to grill these ni**as
And I just walked up in the bank humming A Milli, ni**a
Whoa, trill ni**a just walked in the bank
Plenty fish in the sea but I’m the shark in the tank
Your bi**h is in the streets and your broad in my face
And your mama turn tricks and your homies turn state
And my homies turn weight to some cake, for real
I get paid all day, lump sums, oatmeal
Oh yeah, I feel like Neo on both pills
Balling on these bi**hes like Shaquille O’Trill, Tune

(Chorus – 1 YG)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
I bet we deal with him
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
I bet we deal with him

(Verse 2 – YG)
I used to be a dirty motherf**ker
Now I got my own s**t
I’m from west side California, we the realest state
I left the house like mom, I’m on my own shit
What’s the plan? See, the plan is to stack 100 grand
Turn 100 grand to a million
Turn that million to a billion, turn that million to a trillion
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
I go get it, keep a 40 cal with me
I ain’t no industry ni**a, all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
Who got problems? Cause my whole clique ride and
Point the bi**h ni**a out, I bet we deal with him
I done had a f**ked up deal for my four plus years
But in God I trust, Lord, I’m still with ya
I’m bout to bounce back on these ni**as like Derrick Rose
Here it go, here-here it go, here-here it go
2016, picture me in a big house with the biggest screen
With ni**as I knew since the age of sixteen
Plan to ride for these ni**as and it’s cold in the street
I know all you ni**as…cold ass
Bold ass lil
Let’s rob em right now, that’s for sure, that’s me
Run up in they s**t, they like Lord, have mercy
I’m thinking Lord, let there be a smooth a$$ birdy

(Chorus 2 – YG & Lil Wayne)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
I bet we deal with him
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a, I’m trill
I bet we deal with him, so trill
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a, I’m trill
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill ni**a
Yeah, I only f**k with trill ni**as
I bet we there with em


French Montana – Have Mercy (feat. Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss & Styles P)


[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana!
Oh la-la-la, I got it on
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choices make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like four quarter
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy, left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of P-H-I-L-L-Y
Represent the 215
24/7, 365
211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 millions way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy, Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy, renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80
Cause damage, god damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game, flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil loc, what nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh


RiFF RaFF – Fresh Pair Of Robins (feat. Dollabillgates) (Balloween Album) letras

November 3, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Doors up

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
A fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
I keep a fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Jumped out the Derrick Rose then I strike a pose
Robin wings on me, I’m fresh head to toe
It takes a lot of detail and precision
You wouldn’t understand cause you ain’t in my division
We don’t have the same vision, that’s why you ain’t my competition
Two ears and one mouth, that’s why you need to listen
More than you talk, Silver Surfer J-walk
Gas pack global, talking on my T-Mobile
Keep my syrup in me soda as I smell like [?]
Thunder storm denim with the Robin jean emblem
RiFF… It’s RiFF

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
A fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
I keep a fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins

[Verse 2: DollaBillGates]
Fourteen foreign cars, eenie-minie-moe
Ten pair of [?] jeans fresh up out the store
I put the pressure on ’em, smoking pressure with my woe
I keep my bitches fly, I bought some Robins for my hoes
[?] doors up higher than [?]
[?] then my outfit is illegal
I’m hopping out the Bimmer, I’m rocking handmade features
Robin with the [?] thousand dollars [?]
Robins with the [?] Alexander Green
Old school Chevelle, same size as Lil Wayne
Zippers on my pockets, I secure the bag
I ate already but I’ll still pay the tab

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
A fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
I keep a fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins


Montana of 300 – Ooouuu (Remix) letras

November 1, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Montana of 300]
Rap god, man, FGE shit, man. You already know what it is man
You already know why I’m here, man
I ain’t like this fucking beat. Only doing this shit cause my fans asked me
In the studio, eating Halls and shit. Still sick with this shit

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
These haters on my dick piss em off
Take a pic with his bitch flick him off
These rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauce
Sold they soul for a loan niggas lost
I was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sport
Belt buckle double g’s like two forks
Was drug dealing freakin balling like I was Too $hort
Was serving niggas in the mall like a food court
Deuce 5 on me I was Derrick Rose in New York
Had to put some squares in a box like some Newport’s
I grew older and my heart got colder
And my mind got stronger
And my money got longer
And them bitches got naked,and them people started hatin’
And my guns got bigger,so my flow got sicker
Let me tell you about this young cat,I always used to front packs
Was known for poking niggas for that paper like a thumbtack
I told them come rap, stop hangin with them dumb cats
It’s free J Real until the day my nigga comeback
I used to pull up on the block with the bass banging
Big Strap hug a nigga like he waist training
I catch you clowns running around get your face painted
I put the chrome to his dome cause I hate aiming
10K for a show, you better hurry before the price change up
Rap god the life bringer,The life changer
I hope they pull it, 30 bullets in my banger
Versace shoes on looking like the white ranger
And these bitches not my problem they ain’t stressing me
Bitch if you not my you bitch you can’t question me
And shawty wanna blow my whistle she be beggin me
You call her Stephanie?, I call her referee
Shawty got that fire head that’s a specialty
Head down between my legs OOOUUU pedigree
KP just called said he got another check for me
Like why you keep on sonning them I should get a vasectomy
Flow heavenly G.O.D. keep on blessing me
On my legacy
Saucing they want the recipe
I’m flyer then a Frisbee got all the bitches fetching me
And your bitch like my song she know every word like a spelling bee
Boy I swear we will be nothing breathing ahead of me
Came a long way from selling weed, wetting shit like the 7 seas
Stacking dough,and cracking hoes filling niggas with jealousy
Way before the felony’s had these bitch niggas scared of me
I promise if you threaten me, When I see you you better be ready to back it up because I’m on your heels like i’m Beverly
Killing the infidelity,After U like the letter V
Gun smoking so much I think God might just be inhaling me
My swagger said,Might bag ya bitch
Go through walls like casper shit
Might sent her back after I hit,Then go home to the baddest bitch
Thats savage shit,I spaz and shit
Rap god to some I’m blasphemous
I’ve mastered this,They mad as shit
They can’t stand me like Kapernick
I’ve passed the grace,[?]
My wrist matches Michael Jackson’s kicks
That 40 in my lap and shit,No poking me like cactus’s
And no more moving packages
I’m stacking chips,my cash is thick
They broke as hell but paying tithes
Reason there pastor is rich
Pole inside my jumpsuit look like I be running track and shit
This 30 be my magic stick
I shoot like I’m T Mack with it
Catch an opp in traffic like Lebron you know I’m [?] and shit
No joke and play,Just hope and pray one day I don’t go back to this


Meek Mill – Froze (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj) letras

November 1, 2016

Lyrics

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[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got that bag and we movin’ that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules

[Bridge 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is


French Montana – Have Mercy (feat. Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss & Styles P) (MC4 Album) letras

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)
*Spanish*

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 1: French Montana]
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choice make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like (?)
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy
Left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of PHILLY, represent the 215
24/7, 365, 211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 million way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy
Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy
Renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80, cause damage
God damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game
Flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil locc
What nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh


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