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OneFour – In The Beginning Lyrics




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(Ay)

[Chorus]
In the beginning, it was only me and the gang (Tru)
Introduced this country to drillin
All of a sudden they all wanna bang
All of a sudden they all wanna rap, deal, sing and loot
(rap, deal, sing and loot)
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching and shoot
(trap, drill, ching and shoot)

[Verse 1]
They send my young home same night our opps got sent to the ER
(They did)
They want that smoke but all choke that place they puff that shisha [?].. (Haha)
I don’t post bout’ drillas i do them numerous times that side got ruined ..[?] (Of course)
[?]
Like who the fuck are they foolin? (Who)
Grab that stick tryna hit that homerun (fuck)
If you ask bout who we drilled
Then come on bah we got no-one (No) evidence will they show us (No)
Testimony from no-one (No) we don’t know about those ones
(No way)
They look the part but they posers
No respawn when this game is over

[Verse 2]
Them boys some frauds that side [?] no good lad they don’t ride for no cause
They some dogs
We done taken your mate now come to back what is yours
Sending shots they drop and they crawl
That side call the cops when they fall
Us boys got no love for the law
[?]
Shit don’t stop my people must eat got mouths to feed and people to sleep
We shoot shots and back up our beefs
Young ones round a circle your street
We say war they herd all like sheep
They come forth we burn em and leave
Big 45. a burger and Gs [?]
We shoot they jump like hurdles in street [?]
No callin’ police (No way)
Duckin’ and weavin’ indeed [?]
No love for the enemy, leave em deceased (Gone)
They send all my bros overseas cuz’ we bring the energy out of the streets
Still waitin’ on bros release
Trap, drill and repeat
Trap, drill and repeat till the drill is complete (Ay, Ay)

[Chorus]
In the beginning, it was only me and the gang (Tru)
Introduced this country to drillin’
All of a sudden they all wanna bang
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching and shoot
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching and shoot
(trap, drill, ching and shoot)

In the beginning, it was only me and the gang (Tru)
Introduced this country to drillin
All of a sudden they all wanna bang
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching and shoot
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching and shoot
(trap, drill, ching and shoot)

[Verse 3]
These gronks ain’t earned a spot in this game
We make moves, they all ride our wave
There’s too many times that we’ve gone the distance and knocked them back in their place

Don’t get lippy bruz it ain’t safe bridge [?] up you’ll see the risks that i’ll take
My side’s out here drillin the most that’s why there’s some [?] of us in that cage
[?] wanna stop, come and knock me 27 gang we drillin them [?]
Them boys they be doing it softly
They hate, but then they all copy

Bad boys come our way
Bad boys stay
Won’t man play no games
Trapped in the bad boy way
Bad boys hate
[?]
[?]
[???]

[Verse 4 – JM]
They talk bout drillin but this [?] they know we’re winning
Come to the block, get got, get chopped this beef won’t stop till all of my opps get knocked
What? think i’m a gronk?
Eetswa tell em meet up, let’s do this only drill is for the music
What the fuck are you stupid

Fuck all the others
Pray for my brothers
Go all the way and i swear on my mothers
If {?} want smoke then we smoking em like they’re [?]
Then i swear to god they all running (They’re runners)

Now i don’t gotta take no trips no more
They can deal with my youngins (My youngins)
And they still come back and complain tellin me “why the fuck you keep running”
But that’s nothing new (nothing)
Like how much times do we ride and the opp got put on the noose
And how many times do we step and the opp got sent to ICU
{?}
But one got knocked
Gangs still out tryna make that two

{Chorus}
Really been out here since the beginning
It was only me and the gang
Introduced this country to drillin’
All of a sudden they all wanna (Gunshot)
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching and shoot
All of a sudden they all wanna trap, drill, ching and shoot
(Trap drill, ching and shoot)




Lil’ Kim – No Auto Blanco Lyrics




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Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here
We overseas, they like “How you get them Glocks out here?”
I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
Feed a lot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – that’s all I hear is people talkin’ evil
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – if you say that then bitch I better not see you
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – bitch watch your mouth before they can’t ID you
Laid up in ICU where nobody can’t come see you
Why these bitches think they safe because I’m not out?
You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
Everytime I see these chicks they quick to cop out
I G’d up these hoes, thinkin’ that they got clout
Get’cho ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pullin’ rank
Never talk when gangstas talk unless you ’bout that action
My track record’ll tell you bitches I ain’t just rappin’
This Dior coat is the only one, so you can’t jack it
I’m a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
Niggas flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but they be broke
Smokin’ on ’em blunts, but don’t want no smoke
Never count so much right now, my paper’s stackin’ up
I’m in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up
Ya’ll both got [?] and you out, it ain’t adding up
But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga that’s cap or what
Big and Pac’d be alive right now if you niggas ain’t gassed shit up
If I knew who did it, I’d personally wrap their caskets up
I’ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain’t die for nothin’
Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothin’
These rats runnin’ around in this jungle, down for nothin’
Be careful we got apes out here, bitch you lyin’ for nothin’


Strong Turnout For Shaggy & Friends Millions Raised For Kids


Shaggy and Friends saw a strong turnout from patrons on Saturday as the festival raises millions of dollars for kids.

The addition of several international acts to the lineup this year help drew more attention to the cause. Since it’s inception in 2009, Shaggy and Friends saw one of its biggest turnouts last night. The show’s organizers say they are currently doing the tally and will announce in a press conference just how much people were in attendance and how much funds were raised.

Artists like Wyclef Jean, Sting, and Doug E. Fresh all traveled from overseas to perform for the cause and let’s be clear, artists were not paid to perform, they all did it for free. The proceeds from the music festival will go towards the Bustamante Hospital for Children, which is the only children’s hospital in Jamaica serving kids from all over the Caribbean. Since 2009, Shaggy’s Make A Difference Foundation has raised over US$1.5 million for the hospital which has been used to expand the facility and purchase needed medical equipment.

Co-producer of the event, Rebecca Packer-Burrel, who is Shaggy’s wife, says they are aiming to raise US$1 million from this year’s show which will be used to expand the ICU section of the hospital. Shaggy noted that their plans could be hampered by land space so he is issuing a plea to the Jamaica Defense Force who owns a large parcel of land where the hospital is located to donate one acre. The dancehall legend says that the ICU only has five beds and is desperately in need of more space to serve the demand.

“We have five beds in the ICU for the whole of Jamaica,” Shaggy said. “So we have to expand the building, that’s where the challenge will be. We need more land, we’re on JDF land.”

Local artists like Ding Dong, Shenseea, Dexta Daps, and Aidonia all delivered solid sets. Watch a segment of Aidonia’s performance below.

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Mozzy – Scorin (feat. Lex Aura, Lil Blood & Slim 400)


[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That nigga told, he been rockin’ wit the rollers
Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa
I be on dope bitch fell into a coma
Really from the four’s had to get it off the corner
[?] and them smokers on the porch playing poker
Fo’ nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
There’s all type’s of bitches on my Motorolla
We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda
Another cold summer I ain’t seen a summer colder
Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
It’s Hell Gang bitch i’m going straight to hell
Just made it harder for yourself it ain’t no way that I could tell
It’s either a maney jumpshot or hit the NFL
We fucked his career off he got possession’s for them sales

[Hook: Lex Aura]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
Blood!
Started off buying plug, ten for forty
Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the 40
[?] industry barkin rolled coke on the third
Trynna touch these five racks from the first to the third
Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin
Instagram flippin black gate we juggin’
Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter
Been out here all day and I’m pulling an all nighter
Pants dirty, black hoody I’m on a mission
Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I’m chasin chicken
Boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up
And Scrr, Scrr, Scrr, when I scrape the sides up
Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers
Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches
Nigga I was sellin coke to my own father
If I ain’t sell it to him he would buy it from my partner
Blood!

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 3: Slim 400]
Pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail
Ain’t no money to post bail so they sittin in cells
My youngins shootin at civilians
I ain’t wit killin children
But it’s bracken blood it’s day to day
You caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face
Now who callin who phone, hut, 48
I’m the first to line up, I ain’t a second late
Slid off on some real shit
Real niggas feel this
I see you endin up in the ICU
Hitta’s know I rock wit the Hell Gang, and free my nigga Truth
It be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin is bool
I bleed the [?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes
Still gettin it out the gutter and it’s me and my bros
I don’t claim to be, I’m in these streets, put it on P’s
Free real niggas, so fuck you industry niggas

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin