Tag: Michael Myers


Young Nudy – Child’s Play Lyrics


[Intro: Young Nudy]
Yeah
Fuck my dead opps, and all they homies that’s livin’
I want y’all niggas to know that
That’s how I’m feelin’
On God (COUPE)
Fuck a dead opp, yeah
In due time, in due time, in due time

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I’m like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing
I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang
Send them lil’ evil motherfuckers
They got the mask on, they gon’ Jason your gang
Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’ make a nigga slaughter your main (Yeah)
Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows, nigga, I’m in the 6
Lookin’ for me, nigga, I’m in the bricks
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket
Hangin’ out, this shit is sloppy (Sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout shit, I’m cocky (Cocky, pussy)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Spin somethin’, drill somethin’
Fifty thousand make ’em kill somethin’ (Woo), shake somethin’
Take a chain, nigga, make somethin’
Killer gang, nigga, all my killers, they don’t want fame
No hashtag, they don’t do names
They just hashtag when they bust a brain
And I’m bustin’ this money, nigga, that’s on gang (Yeah)
Fucked up, gave the wrong nigga change
Hell yeah, man, I spend pocket change
Have ’em kill her for the money my thing
I spend the blue and you see the Blue Flame
Ever seen a bullet bust out his brain?
Tall killer, man, he just like Michael Myers
Walk up on a nigga, take off his chain

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I’m like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing
I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang
Send them lil’ evil motherfuckers
They got the mask on, they gon’ Jason your gang
Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’ make a nigga slaughter your main (Yeah)
Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows, nigga, I’m in the 6
Lookin’ for me, nigga, I’m in the bricks
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket
Hangin’ out, this shit is sloppy (Sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout shit, I’m cocky (Cocky, pussy)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Big 4L, pussy
Spray the block down, turn the car ’round
When we come around, shells on the ground
Strip a nigga, now his pants on the ground
Wrong move leave your mans on the ground (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Paranoid, I be clutchin’ when I’m ’round
Fuck around and leave my fan on the ground
Blick the spot, switch the box
Double back and hit his pops (21, 21, 21)
Big 4L, fuck the opps
We put switches on our Glocks (21)
Gen5, one in the top
Give him the leg-shot, he gon’ hop
Most of these niggas be fake crazy (Pussy)
I don’t say shit like new baby (Pussy)
Blow a nigga dick like a flute, baby (Pussy)
When I get bored, I buy me a coupe
Stand on a nigga, got blood on my boot (Shit got bloody, fuck)
Steppin’ on niggas for fun
All of my choppers, they come with a drum
Whenever the opps see us, they run
Who want smoke? ‘Cause we got tons (Pussy)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I’m like Chucky, nigga, I do my thing
I creep up on a nigga, pow, bang
Send them lil’ evil motherfuckers
They got the mask on, they gon’ Jason your gang
Big knife on the stick make a nigga slaughter your gang (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’ make a nigga slaughter your main (Yeah)
Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows, nigga, I’m in the 6
Lookin’ for me, nigga, I’m in the bricks
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket
Hangin’ out, this shit is sloppy (Sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout shit, I’m cocky (Cocky, pussy)


Lil Wayne – Let It Fly Lyrics


[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Let it fly (let it fly, let it fly, let it fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can’t decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give ’em five
I, I, I, yeah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
It’s Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you think I had a twin (twin)
I’m tryna run the game, it ain’t no subbing in (naw)
You can’t faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it’s lit!)
Always down to ball, I’m tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of the discussion (discussion)
Been mixing alcohol in that ‘tussin
The demon in they eyes and they clutchin’ (scared)
I feed ’em adderall and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not throwing in
I’m riding around in my ends
I got a driver for the pent to drop me round where I been
I keep some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She wanna hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That’s the phone call, when my blood ring
It’s Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (thugs)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter than the weather in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I can’t decide (it’s lit)
Word, word to my guys (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and slide (splash)
Had to give it back to give them five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
It’s alive, it’s alive, I’m revived, it’s C5
Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and mine
And keep in mind that we don’t mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon’ be like “never mind”
What’s on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I’m so behind
But front line, you crossed the line and you better know your lines
And if you gettin’ out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it’s a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that’s a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, ’til you no more next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I’m too equipped
Talking ’bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy that’s my hooligan (it’s lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly


Cardi B – Drip Lyrics


[Intro: Cardi B]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kimbo (go)
Lookin’ like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)
Shit on these hoes (shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (down)
I feel like I’m on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya’ baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don’t drown
Mac n’ cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that’s a fact, but I never been pussy
I’ve been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won every P, and I’m still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I’m finna run outta hangers (woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I’m busting racks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like “Bitch, I’m the mayor!”
You not my bitch, then bitch you are done

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Shawty, you ain’t nothin’ to a rich nigga (nothin’)
I’ll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck ’em)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)
Diamonds on me, what’s the price? (price)
I’m not gettin’ involved with the hype (hype)
I’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
50 racks got my jeans fittin’ tight (50 racks)
Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya’ (wipe ya’)
We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (woah)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightning (lightning)
57 90 in this Breitling (Breit’)
When I got a mil I got excited (million)
For the cash I’ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, dropping (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told the bitch “Jump on my dick and pop it” (yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
Came through drippin’ (drippin’)
I ain’t never slippin’, I’m a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin’ with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin’ (feelin’)
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin’ off and squealin’ (squealin’)
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)
Came through drippin’, spillin’
Walkin’ with the bag (bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin’ (ceilin’)
Shootin’ at civilians (‘villians)
I’m the one dealin’, I could make a killin’ (killin’)
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don’t care about your feelings (fuck ’em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin’? I be drippin’ (what)
Cal Ripken’s hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (uh, huh)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I’ma fly her back to the city (for sure)

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it’s a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)
Walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That’s Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m having your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)


KILLY – Pray For Me Lyrics


[Chorus]
Live as a king, die your head cut off
Thugs gon’ sing when the shot sets off
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Live as a king, die your head cut off
The thugs gon’ sing when the shot sets off
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Too many prayin’ on my downfall (yeah yeah yeah)

[Verse]
Hop out the Viper, split the crowd like messiah
I rock designer, yeah, what
Might cut her off like a tyrant
Killy Don Dada (what? yeah yeah yeah)
Call the shots, say shut up (shut up, yeah)
Jewelry, water, huh, DC diamonds, yeah
I just seen my future in the scroll (hey hey hey)
Perkies and the cribs, he sold his soul (yeah)
I can’t sell somethin’ I never owned (hey hey hey)
They want see my gun be set in stone (what, yeah)
If I play that game I never lost (never lost)
Hold up (wait), Hellcat (foreign), burn the tires (skrrt)
Mask on, mask off, Michael Myers (yeah, hey hey)
Might retire (what?), who’s that, you a liar (yeah)
Who’s that? Killy just woke up in new bag (yeah)
Chain on me shine like a treasure chest
Woke up, I said get a new bag (hey)
I want the new Jag (Jag)
Gettin’ money, it’s evident
Snakes in the grass and they venemous
Either you prey or a predator

[Chorus]
Live as a king, die your head cut off
The thugs gon’ sing when the shot sets off
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?

[Outro]
(What?) bumpin’ these bills, call it tolerance (what?)
All of these rules, I’m intolerant (hey)
Three pics, see me and start doggin’ it
Had to stop by and just talk to her (yeah yeah)
Throwin’ these bands like a tomahawk (yeah)
No open discussion, didn’t talk a lot (talk)
They live for one night like a travel lodge (yeah)
Igniting my city like Molotov (yeah yeah)


Future – No Cap lyrics


Below are the complete “No Cap” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 14 hours ago.

No Cap lyrics

Southside on the track, yeah

[Intro: Future]
Ha ha
Yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My bitch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B bitch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap

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[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red bitch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad bitch out the ghetto
Eating like [?]
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f*ck her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf*ck the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the bitch, like I’m Michael Myers

[Verse 3: Future]
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 nigga and I’m riding in a foreign
Fuck a bad yellow bitch anytime I get bored
Nigga, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, nigga, uh
Switch my bitch once a week, nigga, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my niggas
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential


Young Dolph – Drop It Off (feat. Migos) (Gelato Album)


[Intro: Young Dolph & Quavo]
Yeah yeah it’s Dolph, Migos

[Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Clientele jumpin’ think I’m on to somethin’
I never had nothin’, that’s why I’m always stuntin’ (yea)
My right hand man was there when nobody wasn’t
You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) [?] Can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin’ for

[Hook: Young Dolph & Quavo]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
This for my niggas get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

[Verse 2: Quavo, Takeoff, & Offset]
Colossal, Gelato
Neighbors knockin’ at my door, ask what’s that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin’ at my peephole (peephole)
Ain’t bout no violence, they gon’ tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin’ the raw, shells
He poppin’ that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I’m in the dark, connivin’
Bombin’, Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plottin’
Smokin’ on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I’m with Dolph we divin’
Slippery diamonds slidin’

[Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele


Drop it off – Young Dolph feat. Migos lyrics


Lyrics Young Dolph – Drop it off

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell
I gotta put you down by my clientele.(drop it off)

Clientele jumpin’ think I’m on to somethin’
I never had nothin’, that’s why I’m always stuntin’
My right hand man was .. when nobody wasn’t
You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) .. Can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin’ for.

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
This for my niggas get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele.

Colasso, Gelato
Neighbors knockin’ at my door askin’ what’s that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin’ at my peephole (peephole)
Ain’t bout no violence, they gon’ tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin’ the raw, shells
He poppin’ that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I’m in the dark, connivin’
Osama Bin Laden, under the ground plottin’
Smokin’ on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I’m with Dolph we slidin’.

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeahhh yeahhh)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clienteleee.(drop it off)
Young Dolph lyrics
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Joe Budden – Serious lyrics

October 29, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, “What you was sayin’, man?”
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho


Joe Budden – Serious (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

October 26, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, "What you was sayin’, man?"
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho