Tag: Fifth Ave


Westside Gunn – Mission Accomplished Lyrics (feat. Armani Caesar & Benny The Butcher)


[Westside Gunn:]
FLYGOD
Ayo, brr
Brr, ayo
Ayo

[Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar:]
Ayo, I just heard Supreme done sold it’s soul
Got the hammers on the road, trunk lookin’ like loads (Skrrt)
Rockin’ forty belows (Ah), these niggas is hoes (Ah)
Miraculous flows, grip the MAC when I pose (Brr)
Click-clack with the fours, mismatch with the poles
Tre pound with the nine, I think I’m outta my mind (Boom, boom, boom…)
Rhymes ahead of my time, broad day with the… uh
Broad day with the vibes, hundred shots to arise (Brr)
Some live, some die, headshot both times (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter on coke lines, had him seizin’ both times (Ah)
Ayo, mink draggin’ down Fifth Ave, peep the posture (Ah)
Doctor Romanelli, match the patent leather Pradas (Ah)
Seen the best fold, some turned for a dollar
Some turned state courtroom like an opera
Me, I’m just the illest nigga walkin’, Gallery Department
We pulled up to spark shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Both hands grippin’ on the carbon (Doot, doot)
Fiends might die, we got the best on the market (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, yo, ah)

[Armani Caesar:]
Since I turned to the boss life (Uh huh), I ain’t really been y’all type (Nah)
These bitches be all tight, but they’ll really be alright (Haha)
I ain’t sayin’ shit, when I see ’em, it’s on sight (Yup)
They see me and bob and weave like they workin’ for [?] (Ooh)
Five star hitter (Yup), and I wife niggas (What else?)
Sky’s where I stack up dough, is you scared of heights, nigga? (Scared of heights, nigga)
Lost it all, got it back twice on niggas (Twice on niggas)
Grind hard, clean up nice, call me Lysol, niggas (Yup)

Talk slick, we blow your groove back (Grrah, groove back)
Windows up, roof back, La Perla drawers on the cooch cat (Ooh)
Ass fat, itty-bitty is the waist size (The waist size)
The Rollie cost a pretty penny, I don’t waste time (True)
Pretty little thing, got your honey hot (Honey hot)
He got bread he wanna share (What you tell him?) I be sunny, pa
Real cream, first lady of the ill team (Of the ill team, Griselda, bitch)
Whole crew full of big steppers like a drill team (Woo)

[Benny The Butcher:]
Yeah
The Butcher comin’, nigga
I just want niggas to know that
It’s only one Griselda
It’s only one (Haha)
Real shit, though
Yo, ah, yo

It ain’t no debate if I’m real, you niggas like Kendall Gill
I’m early ’90s Shaquille if they ever base it off skill
Too hot to take it to trial, nigga, I got a quarter mil’
Quarter in my jewelry box, ‘nother quarter for my appeal
Loyalty and respect, I wore that shit like a shill
Ask about me, I’m the boss, who the f*ck gon’ tell me to chill?
Thousand grams at my bitch crib, you don’t know how that feel
On my fourth bust down watch and never had me a deal, uh
Two diamond rings on the hand that fed sharks
I done lapped rap niggas that y’all gave head starts
I graduated right from the trap from a head start
These niggas know where I’m from, my block like a landmark
I got the Louis V kicks, the trench, and scarf
I’m like Dre, Jay Electronica, and Marc’, uh
Whole team lit, this what you get when you playin’ smart
When you got integrity, longevity, and heart
The Butcher, nigga

(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)


DJ ESCO – Walk Thru Lyrics


[Intro: Future & Nas]
City, yeah, yeah
DJ EscoMoeCity
DJ ESCO, OG Esco, Future
‘Bout to walk through

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal

[Chorus: Future & Nas]
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal (uh)
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
‘Bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
This the way I got a mil’ (ESCO)
Gotta walk you through a deal (walk with me)
This the way I got a mil’
Gotta walk you through a deal

[Verse 1: Nas]
I called my man, I know he had it, told him, “Make somethin’ happen”
Re-up, I got visions of stackin’
Everybody’s for self now, nobody helps out
Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel’ now
They keep their connect to theirself, or they might tell me a number
Like they givin’ me a deal, like they lookin’ out for real
He won’t give me the plug’s math so I can talk to his man
That’s how I knew somethin’ was up, he was puttin’ his grand
On top of mine, that’s fine, he can do what he want
Took me to meet him, the plug chose the restaurant
The plug trusts me, he’s comfortable, he invites me to his house tomorrow
I’m in a Dodge, pull up to his garage, pull out some dollars
Give him some bread from a bank envelope
He gives me a laundry bag full of dope
That’s all she wrote
Now it’s my empty kitchen, a pot and pan
The product, supply and demand, know who I am? Escobar

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Nas]
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’ (in the field)
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’ (post up on the hill)
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal

[Chorus: Future & Nas]
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
‘Bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
This the way I got a mil’ (ESCO)
Gotta walk you through a deal (walk with me)
This the way I got a mil’
Gotta walk you through a deal

[Verse 2: Nas]
Can’t even trust niggas that say they love you
Niggas put more trust in women when it comes to this hustle
‘Cause everybody thought my mind and muscle was enough
Nobody ever knew my shorty was who found the plug
Maybe ’cause she cute they think she will not set them up
She used to take a separate car from us to go pick up
33 for a brick, I only make three G’s, gotta save money
All I buy is Jordans and weed
Summer time, S560, all I need
Twin turbo charged Benz, don’t pull me over when I speed
With my hood Miss America, other pretty women on her body in the area
Everybody be sweatin’ her
A bartender lookin’ better than a pole stripper
My ex said, “How this bitch take my whole nigga?”
I kept her in Louis tight jeans with gold zippers
Ain’t seen her in 25 years, she stole from niggas

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Nas]
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’ (yeah)
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’ (she had to get it how she feel)
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is? (I used to post up on the hill)
Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal (shout out to the hill)

[Chorus: Future & Nas]
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (shout out to the hill)
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (shout out to the hill)
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal

[Verse 3: Nas]
Got that sturdy 30 clip, murder Queens rap
Picture in the precinct on the wall where the D’s at
It’s bigger than us all, please believe that
OG Esco, DJ ESCO, bumpin’ out your speaker, yeah you need that
Fuck sufferin’, from pompous Republicans on puppet strings
Breakfast at Tiffany’s, watches, rings, a couple chains
Never talk on the phone or text, a hustler’s thing
Before I would become a king, I was a 40th Ave-r
Timberland, corduroy hat turned backwards
Sagged down denim, women off [?] Adam
Think the voice had him, extravagant, low hat
Matchin’ the ‘Lo jacket, no Sak’s Fifth Ave yet
My dough was slackin’, I figured I’d stick with my best guys, best guys know me
Then I could live my best life low-key
So I creep like TLC, Lisa Left Eye Lopez, yes Nascobar
Got big, got bread, got far

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal

[Chorus: Future & Nas]
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (way I got a mil’)
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (way I got a mil’)
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal (now I’m countin’ mils)
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
Esco, ‘out to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)

[Outro: Nas]
ESCO and Esco


Puff Daddy – Swagga Like Puff Lyrics


[Hook: Cassie]
No one on the corner has swagger like Puff
Swagger like Puff, swagger, swagger like Puff
No one on the corner has swagger like Puff
Swagger like Puff, swagger, swagger like Puff
No one on the corner has swagger like Puff
Swagger like Puff, swagger, swagger like Puff
No one on the corner has swagger like Puff
Swagger like Puff, swagger, swagger like Puff

[Diddy]
I like it when you say my name
This is a state of emergency
What y’all want me to do, I’m sorry hahaha
I’m back bitches
I ain’t letting you go nowhere
It’s like y’all ****** never knew this, check this out, c’mon

[Hook: Cassie]

[Diddy:]
Sing this song for me bitch
Hey yo P give me my gun
Yeah
These are just warning shots before I get started
I don’t wanna hurt nobody
Duck Down ******
Take that, ahhh

[Verse 1: Diddy]
(No one on the corner…)
Mr. Combs is in the building
I’ll take your bitch, I’ll crush your building
(No one on the corner…)
Fuck it I’ll give her children
Swag at a hundred, trillion, zillion
Bitch Brazilian, hair color chameleons
Skin tone vanilla, two scoops of chillin’
Ciroc Blue Ice
Anything you do, I do twice
What you do, I don’t do like you
(No one on the corner…)
No one on the planet, nobody more famous, lavish or more savage
(No one on the corner…)
Who the fuck you think matters
Number one Puff Daddy, ring leader of the Palace is…
Bad Boy…
Throw the Bs in the air and scream oh yeah…
Bad Boy…

[Hook: Cassie]

[Diddy:]
I like it when you say my name
This is not a remix hahaha
It’s just the truth
I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
Hey yo, I ain’t finished with you mothaf******
Check this out…

[Verse 2: Diddy]
(No one on the corner…)
No one on the corner even close to my swag
I ain’t gonna buy a boat, I bought a store on Fifth Ave
(No one on the corner…)
No one on the corner raise hell like this
Go to war with a coast and get a star for that shit
And you can learn a lot by jacking, jacking my style, jacking, jacking my style
Y’all been jacking for a while
Fresh from Argentini, bitches in bikinis
Maserati like copra Asti Martini
(No one on the corner…)
Im the king of Zamunda, mirror mirror who is on my corner
My shades too dark to see you losers
(No one on the corner…)
No one on my corner by law I’m the ruler
Go back to your jeweler tell ’em make you more cooler
Am a rich dude, baby this is big dick rules
I make dating R&B chicks cool
And I ain’t got no cooth, I ain’t got no roof
All I got is my word, so my swag is the truth

[Hook: Cassie]

[Diddy:]
No one on the corner got swagger like Puff
Swagger like Puff, swagger like Puff
Hey yo, attention all DJs
I know you may want to go to another record
But, haha
If I was you I would hold up for a minute
I got some more shit to talk
Nobody does it better mothaf*****
Check this out…

[Verse 3: Diddy]
(No one on the corner…)
Diddy mothaf***** am a bad boy billionaire
Hundred carat pinky in the air
In the betters bit in the corner
(No one on the corner…)
I just shift a little gear
Cops speed top free topless bitches everywhere
I could drop a hundred mill like it really ain’t nothing
I’m a Forbes top hundred
You a Forbes top nothing
I got houses in Miami
Mermaids up in them fishing tanks
Ive been spending hundreds since Ferrari square bodies in ’em
(No one on the corner…)
Everybody pay homage to that raisin in the sun
I’ve been raising little sons since 98, no wait 91
(No one on the corner…)
Im you ****** godfather
Mothaf****** why bother
When you flys I be on your clothes coming charter
On a G5 jerky looking like b five
Hotter than the sun, I be in Ibiza smoking weed
I’m higher than a mountain top
Baby put your mouth on top (come on) little lolli pop
Suck it till your hymen pops
(No one on the corner…)
****** wanna climb the charts, I’m already up there
Shit I did ten years ago is still up there
And I can’t stop, all these motherfucking number ones
I’mma retire at number one
Set fire to you number ones
Baby where I’m coming from is nine hundred ninety nine millis till I’m nine hundred ninety nine billi
Who can fuck with me?
(No one on the corner)