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[Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone & re)]Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s the
first o the month)o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your
checks and come up)Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s the
first o the month)o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your
checks and come up)
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]Hey
oday I think it’s a wonderul day And I won’t ront with it (Why?)
Cause it’s the first o the month, and now We smokin’, chokin’, rollin’ blunts
And sippin’ on 40 ouncesTuggin’, come, come, we got to in ront row ( Stay
blunted)And all nights, we ride
Hit up the block to where? (East 99)I get with my partner to get me some yay, so
Double up, tell usWhat you need, we got tweet to get P.O.D’ed, fiend or
the green leavesGive it up
For the first, it’s sure, better lay low
Cause the popo creep when they roll slow Break, i you can’t get away
Better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll (Yeah)We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high
And you better believe when it’s time to grindI’m down or mine, crime afer crime
Fin’ to creep, to the pad, cause mom’s got a grub onthe grill
I we got the our-ohYou know it’s the first o the month, and my trues,
we TugsFor real
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]Wake up
And I see that my sister was already dressedShe said, “I’m a run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check”And that’s the mailman
Sort through the mail and put it up in-a me pocket(So I be)
Hittin’ the 99 to get me a dub, or orty ducketsBut ain’t no bucket, ride that
Rita
Hop on the 10 to the click Ready to get ‘em up
With-a me thugsAnd to cash that dub, man, I gotta get paid
Player, playerHolla, holla
Saint Claire got much to offerWith-a me peeps on 93, or off on the glock glock
or some dollarsSo Get a bag o yayo and a quarter roll
OhMost all o my thugstas got the sameAnd we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Better to change the hydroWe know all the cuts
o the up, to the po-pooss all that yayo, then roll with the chrome
and say “Mo”Runnin’ through the alley, into the melee
Up on the second to sundownTose run rom
January, November, December, I’m lovin thefirst o the
Month
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Wish Bone]It’s the first o the monthGotta grind, gotta get mine
In the hood, that I claim, and I slang on that doublenine (Nine)
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a orty, can athug, get love
What’s upCome and thug in my corner, baby, a donor
Saint Claire thugs don’t like thatAnd sellin’ them dummies
Makin’ that money come back All o it
From the first to the 15th, thugs a-more plenty GBut I gotta save, gotta come up
Put it all in a cupWhen I get blowed, in a pot or stove
Grab a double O’s, time to roll to the padCount up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back, see (Player haters)Maybe out to rob me, ool
But never no shorts or no lossesDumpin’ keepin’ this busters up off me, see
Gotta search the whole block Spend a couple bills
TugBurn a lot o green on the first
[Break: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone) {re harmonizing inbackground}]
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s thefirst o the month)
o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash yourchecks and come up) {Ah, hah)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s the firsto the month) {No, ah, yeah}
o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash yourchecks and come up)
[Verse 4: Layzie Bone (Krayzie Bone)]Wakin’ up
Feelin’ buzzed upEarly in the mornin’
Stretchin’, I’m yawnin’, lightweight bentChugga lugga, take a fifh to the dome
Instead, I kick it with my trues, but it is the first, so I’mgetting me hustle on
Hop on the phone, callin’ up Krayzie BoneWanna know
Did you O.G. check come? (She put me down)I’m a hop on the bus with Biz’ (You know, let’s get drunk)
And I’m comin’ with a pocket o unk From hump, here to hump, put me down
Oh God, how I love, when the first come aroundMe be reakin’ the Black ‘N Mild
Runnin’ through town, cause, see, the first get celebrated
Rushin’ to the block, cause I wanna get adedLookin’ all wild cause I’m needin’ me hair braidedWe heavy off into this game
rue to the first, just call me that pro slangTem reckless rom the east to the west coast
Makin’ that money all across the world, mayneSaint Claire true
And I know I’m workin’ late, tonightBut I gotta make a lick, so I ask the Lord to keep my
homeboys highWe be comin’ up with ends, all about makin’ more
on the firstGet a fifh, but don’t flip
Gettin’ live with the Bone Tugs, Poetic Hustlas in thegraveyard shif
On the first
[Hook: re {Krayzie Bone in background}]It’s the first o the month
Loc’in, show and air {Come down to Saint Claire}Loc’in, show and air (It’s the first o the month)
Loc’in, show and air {Come down to Saint Claire}Loc’in, show and air
1.1st Of Tha Month- Bone Thugs Released : June 15, 1995 Recorded : 1995 Producer(s) : DJ U-Neek
2. Let Me Know- Aaliyah Released August 22, 1994 Recorded 1993; Chicago Recording Company Blackground/Jive Writer(s)Isley Brothers & Chris Jasper
R. Kelly (Remix) Producer(s) R. Kelly
3.Thuggish Ruggish Bone- Bone
Thugs Released : April 20, 1994 Recorded : 1993 Producer(s) : DJ U-Neek
4.Hit Em Up- 2pac Released : June 4, 1996 Recorded : May 1996 in Los Angeles, C... Producer : Johnny “J”
5.Wicked- Future Wicked [Prod By Metro Boomin &
Southside] Jan 17, 2016
6.Semi On Em- Chief Keef & Gucci Mane October 31, 2014, 1017 Records
7.Panda- Desiigner Original Release Date: February26, 2016
Release Date: February 26, 2016 Label: Getting Out Our Dreams Inc.(G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ
Copyright: (C) 2016 Getting Out Our Dreams, Inc./Def Jam Recordings, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
8.Love No Thotties- Chief Keef Release Date: March 19, 2014 Label: 101 Distribution Copyright: (c) 2014 GBE / GLO GANG
9.Juicy- Biggie Released : August 9, 1994 Recorded : 1993-94 Producer(s) : Poke of Track - masters , Pete ..
10.Cut It- O.T. Genasis Original Release Date: Septem - ber 25, 2015 Release Date: September25, 2015
Label: The Conglomerate Entertain - ment/Atlantc Records
11.If I Ruled The world- NAS Released-June 4, 1996 Format-CD single Recorded-1995
Label Columbia Writer(s)-Nasir Jones,Jean-
Claude Olivier,Kurtis Walker Samuel Barnes Producer(s)-Trackmasters Rashad Smith]
12.Finally Rich- Chief Keef Original Release Date: December 18, 2012 Release Date: December 18, 2012 Label: Glory Gang Records Copyright: (C) 2012 Interscope Records
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[Acapella:]Let me know, let me know
Ha - ha, let me know, let me know Let me know
[Verse 1:]When I eel, what I eel
Sometimes it’s hard to tell you soYou may not be in the mood to learn
What you think you know Tere are times when I find
You want to keep yoursel rom meWhen I don’t have the strengthI’m just a mirror o what I see
[Chorus:]But at your best you are love
You’re a positive motivating orce within my lieShould you ever eel the need to wonder why
Let me know, let me know... love... let me know
[Verse 2:]When you eel what you eel
Oh, how hard or me to understandSo many things have taken place beore this love
affair began
But i you eel, oh, like I eelConusion can give way to doubt
For there are times when I all short o what I say,What I say I’m all about... all about
[Chorus:]But at your best you are love
You’re a positive motivating orce within my lieShould you ever eel the need to wonder why
Let me know, let me know
[Bridge:]ell me what it is (ell me what it is)
Tere’s no need to make believe(Make believe, No need to make believe...)
Look beyond your own (Look beyond your own)ry and find a place or me
(ry and find another place or me-e-e)Cause
[Chorus:]But at your best you are love
You’re a positive motivating orce within my lieShould you ever eel the need to wonder why
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know, let me know ohooh woah ooh
Ah, ah, ah - haSee stay at your best baby
[Intro]We’re not against rap
We’re not against rappersBut we are against those thugs (thugs thugs)
[Shatasha Williams]It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
[Layzie Bone]Your eelin’ the strength o the rump
Step up, hear the unk o the jump that thethugstas eel
Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoplescause we so real
Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppinBring on that ammunition, trippin’ on sip
Not to mention, never knew no competitionBut i gotta get mine, so scream out, mo, and let
me hear ya hollaNot about that mighty dollar
Roll with the bone, mo’ thugs will ollow Chain gang, remains the same
Flamin my dank and drinkin brew Tinkin about hangin, clockin my bank, and
thuggin trues, oo’s
[Shatasha Williams]
It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
[Wish Bone]Get ready or the bone and the mo thug, bustas
You know me as a hustlary to creep and get deep, make me succeed, peep,
gotta put them underStraight jackets, gotta make that money, man
It’s still the same now, bailin in my blacktrench vest
You gotta be down to bang bangCome and get this teachin, ya soldiers how
thugstas must slack Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack, when we
on our way back
[Shatasha Williams]It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
[Krayzie Bone]Now ollow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
Well, creep i you can, take another swig to thebrain (whoa)
Loc’in, steady chokin off that potent smokeand runnin rom the po-po now
Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to thedouble glock
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlasPuff, puff puff to the brain shot
Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another caseor my trunk
Old English, really don’t need it, but in case my trueswanna get drunk
Tey pump bone, so leave ‘em aloneYou don’t wanna get shut down
Tug runnin the nine-quad,and you better beleive they be wantin this thug style
So what now? see the bone thug claim,thug never gonna change, so flame upSit back and just smoke the same cut,Leatherace on the creep, I came up
[Shatasha Williams]It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
[Bizzy Bone]Gotta give it on up to the glock glock
Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow Te bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta
the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil’ mo heart run up, nut up
And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin’ the
bloody victimsEver i ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest
And, but I won’t test bucks, put a hole up into me vestAnd gotta get through my soul,
but they won’t budge, mud, drug me victimTe blood in me runnin’ my mental, the thug in me,
stuck in meKeepin’ it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so
o the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggishruggish ’s
St. Claire P’s to appeal to the G’sAnd a buck to all my enemies
[Shatasha Williams]It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x5]
We got Layzie andWe got Krayzie
Bizzy’s in the houseWish is in the house
And FleshAnd asha
Cleveland’s definiteley in the house
It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x6]
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[Intro: 2Pac]I ain’t got no riends
Yeah, I’m a do this track Westside!
MOB, Bad Boy Killa!Hahahaha, hey at boy...
[Verse 1: 2Pac]First off, touched your chick and the click you claimWestside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa but I bust your wieWe bust on Bad Boys brothers touch or liePlus Puffy tryin’ to see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark ass tricksWe keep on comin’ while we gunnin’ or ya’ jewelsSteady rushin’ while we bustin’ at them ools, you
know the rulesLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I’ll leave yaCut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now
be deceasedLittle Kim, don’t conversate with real G’s
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, youknew we...
I’ll let them suckers know it’s on or lieDon’t let the westside ride tonight (hahaha)
Bad Boy murdered on Wax and killedMess with me and get your caps peeled
You know, See
[Chorus: 2Pac]Grab your Glocks when you see 2PacCall the cops when you see 2Pac, Uhh
Who shot me, but your punks didn’t finishNow, you ‘bout to eel the wrath o a menace
Sucker, I hit ‘em up
[2Pac:]Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do itAll my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin’
All the rest o you bustas die slow!
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
You know Biggie Smalls just got droppedLittle Mu’ pass the mac and let me hit ‘em in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right or settin’ trapsLittle accident murderers and I ain’t never heard o ya
Poise less gats attack when I’m servin’ yaShanke you, spank ya, your whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause I’m a slam your ass in a pangPuffy weaker than a block that I’m runnin’ through
And I’m smokin Junior Mafia in ront o youWith the ready power, tucked in my guess under my
Eddie BowerYour clout petty sour I push packages ever hour
We hit ‘em up
[Chorus: 2Pac]Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2PacWho shot me, but your punks didn’t finish
Now, you ‘bout to eel the wrath o a menace
Busta, I hit ‘em up
[Verse 3: 2Pac]Peep how we do it, keep it real, it’s penintentiary steel
Tis ain’t no reestyle battle, all you suckers gettin’killed with your
Mouths openryin’ to come up off o me you and the clouds hopin’,
smokin’ dopeIt’s like a Shermine brothers think they learned to fly
But they burn little suckers you deserve to diealkin’ about you gettin’ money but it’s unny to me
All you suckers livin’ bummy while you messin’ with meI’m a sel made millionaire
Tug livin’, out o prison, pistols in the airBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the trick that I let you sleep in the houseNow it’s all about versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me, I took it and smiledNow I’m back to set the record straight, with my A-K
I’m still the thug that you love to hateLittle busta I’ll Hit ‘Em Up
[Verse 4: Yaki Kadafi]I’m rom N-E-W Jerz where plenty o murder occurs
No points, no commas we bring drama to allyou herds
Now go check the scenerioLittle Ceas’ I’ll bring my enemies to they knees
Coppin’ pleas a DegenarioBig Mama is ya coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked upPlease tell me is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through BrooklynWith my click lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
With fifeen shot, Cocked Glock to your knotOutlaw Mafia click movin’ up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get mopped anddropped
And all your ake ass east coast props brainstormedand locked
[Verse 5: E.D.I.]You’se a B-writer a ‘Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to ace, you ain’t nothin’ but a akerSofer than Alizé with a chaser
‘bout to get murdered or the paperEDI Mean approach the scene o the caper
Like a loc, with Prodigy in a choke, huh totin’ smokeOutlawz we ain’t no joke, Tug Lie cowards better
be knownBe approachin’ in the wide open, gun smokin’No need or hopin’, it’s a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the unk is boppin’ off HAHA, I hit ‘em up
[Outro: 2Pac]Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it isWestside, Outlaw, Tug Lie till we die
Caliornia love, caliornia thugYou know what time it is
Bad Boy KillaMobb Deep KillaChino XL Killa
Much love to Smiff N Wesson, Freddie Foxxx, BunchyTe Fat Bastard, Naughty
By Nature and all the real thugs out thereKeep it comin’!
Westsiiide!You know what time it is
All my real homeboyz in Jerzey, get up!Outlaw! Tug Lie! to die
Westside, Outlaw
[Intro](DJ Eskimo City the coolest DJ on the m********** planet)
Wicked tunes, you know w hat I’m sayin’?(Southside)
Wizard(Metro Boomin want some more N****)
[Hook]Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWooh, Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedStand up in the motor, bust the dashboardStand up in the motor, bust the dashboardHold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
[Verse 1]Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these n*****
Phantom parkin’, big dawg barkin’ hey Lortabs on me, oh-oh-oh-oh
Shawty want that wave, oh-oh-oh-ohI’m drippin’ Cartier, oh-oh-oh-oh
Put a gold bird on you, that’s what’s happeningI put that lingo on her, she was Spanish
I fill a one liter up with XanniesTis continental and it’s panoramicIt’s complimentary to the savages
You *** around with me, it be a tragedy I want green, green, green, no asparagus
I drink lean, lean, lean it ain’t embarrassing
[Hook]Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWooh, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
[Verse 2]Now she going, now that bitch going
I purchase Avianne and now she lit, huhWedding band rings on me lit, huh
Married to the game, I’m the s***, huhWoah, woah, woah, woah
Bitch we made menWe ain’t pullin’ up at cribs that we can’t get
You can’t pull a bitch on Instagram I ain’t hit, huhAnd then she tellin’ lies about me cause she ain’t s***, uh
She want that big-big dog statusI was in the alley with them nickel bags, tally
Now I’m aliban gang status, that’s what’s happenin’And you niggas can’t get close cause you don’t know me
It ain’t no more dip and dabbin’, hangin’ low key Tese b****** see me and they panic
I can’t believe it, I was on the corner gamblin’
[Hook]Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboardStand up in the motor, bust the dashboardWicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedHold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]B****, I’m Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-locoSo much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker
I’m on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, weplayin’ poker
Sippin’ coladas, smokin’ ganja, he’s a heavy smokerI started right here in the city, they call me a local
I rob you blind and burn the money like the*****’ Joker
And i you don’t believe me, ask them hoes at StrokersSo much money in the air, can’t even see the soaSo much kush smoke in the air, I can’t help but
smell the odorTey say I cook so many deuces my arm need a motor
Hal a pint in the Mountain Dew, now that’s adirty soda
And I sell so many chickens, think I work or Kroger
[Hook: Chie Kee]I’m flexin’, countin’ gualas, parkin’ Lexus, I don’t
ride emBad yellow b****, passin’ unless she a rider
She is down to ride with me and she gone holdmy Glock
And she see an opp, I tell her pop her and shegone pop off
All us like 2Pac, Notorious, b**** I’m like Big PapaI I see an opp, I spot him, shot him, b**** I got him
Drive through, in and out, I throw ‘em up,Benihanas
Ridin’, hemi, semi on me, catch his ass, semi on ‘em
[Verse 2: Chie Kee]I been shot callin’ since I hit the lotto, ballin’
My diamonds no voodoo 504, b**** they rom NewOrleans
Ring, ring, money callin’, I gotta go you not importantI’m smokin’ uu and ooka and countin’ money,
tourin’My Ruger hold a thirty, you can hold a *****’ chorusTat’s 80 shots at your ace, better be good at duckin’
bulletsPull up in that Lord car, that’s that shit them hoes adore
I pull up to the club and tell a b**** to hop aboardBaby I’m a king, I know I am not a Lord
But I’m Almighty So’ and that’s that shit th at I sendshottas or
I’m smokin’ paraphernalia with a Glock on toursMake that b**** sing a melody, you get lot’s o chords
[Hook: Chie Kee]
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, PandaPanda, Panda...
I got broads in Atlantawisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammersHitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, PhantomWhite X6 looks like a pandaGoing out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammersBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy
Man I’m the macho like Randy Te choppa go Oscar or Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me
I got broads in Atlantawisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammersHitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, PhantomWhite X6 looks like a pandaGoing out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammersBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy
Man I’m the macho like Randy Te choppa go Oscar or Grammy
B**** n**** pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me
Panda, PandaPanda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda...
I got broads in Atlanta twisting dope, lean, and s***sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scammersWake up Versace s***, lie Desiigner
Whole buncha lot o s***Tey be asking round town who be clappin s***
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom s***I got plenty o stuff o Bugatti whip look how I tr y this s***
Black X6, PhantomWhite X6, killing on cameraPop a Perc, I c an’t stand up
Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananasFour fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know n*****, they come and kill you on the cameraBig Rollie, it dancing bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar or Grammy, b**** pull up your panty Fill up I’m a flip it, I got b***** pull up and they get it
I got niggas t hat’s counting or digitsSay you make you a lot o new money
Know some killers pull off and they in the WraithCD, they pull off and they kill the Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gone fill the bank, n***** upin the bank
We gone drill the bank, *** we gone kill the bank, get itI got broads, yea I get it
I got car jack city Tis how I live it
Did it all or a ticketNow Flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gone trend itJeff Te Don doing business
Zana Ray ****** up s*** and she doin’ her bidnezzI be getting to the chickenCounting to the chicken
And all o my n***** gon split it
Panda, PandaPanda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda...
I got broads in Atlantawisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammersHitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, PhantomWhite X6 looks like a pandaGoing out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammersBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy
Man I’m the macho like Randy Te choppa go Oscar or Grammy
B**** n**** pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me
I got broads in Atlantawisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammersHitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, PhantomWhite X6 looks like a pandaGoing out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammersBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy
Man I’m the macho like Randy Te choppa go Oscar or Grammy
B**** n**** pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me
Panda, PandaPanda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda...
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[Verse1]
Tese b****** act local andthink global
Never seen a 100 thousand, well let me show youWhat you want to drink, I know you hate being sober
And I know all these n***** hate Chie SosaI’m cruising in my ‘Rari with my Louie loaers
B**** I’m a Rastaari, I’m a toolie toterWish a n**** would try to screw me over
Now I got blood on my Louie loaersI wear thousand dollar belts cause I’mma rich n****
Nina like to bust a bitch the way she hit n*****Shoes cost a bunch o s***, look at my kicks n****
Could o bought a a** or my b**** n****I’m off this Activis, it got me leanin’ overI poured up 4 o Purp in some Peach sodaYour boyriend a opp, I’mma Nina blow him
You was on the phone with him, sucking his thumb, he ain’teven know it
[Hook 1]I ain’t even try to
You wanna Glo up, baby Kee got youYou’s a gold bottle, these hoes pink Moscato
Baby I’m the owner, you can be my castleBaby cause I like you
Only reason I text you and why I Skype youI just wanna *** all you, I don’t wanna
wie youBut you gotta brush your teeth and do
what I say do
[Verse 2]B**** can you hear me?
Keep your p**** in par, no 360Tat boy said he getting gwuap, no he didn’t
Almighty Sosa his complete missionI’m nowhere around you
I’m high o this earth, I can’t come back down toBaby this is a song, I just thought I tell you
I would send you off but I don’t wanna mail youI don’t wanna smell you
Cause I’mma cut you off, quicker than I met youI’ma swipe your name up off my schedule
And i smoke this blunt, girl, I’m gone orget you
[Hook 2]I ain’t even playing though
I make b****** fly like Peter Pan doTat’s why I just ask you
You’s a alcoholic, I ain’t got no time or youIs you off the molly
I I book your flight, is you gonna top meOkay you got me
I don’t love no thotties
Get a grip m**********
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachersthat told me
I’d never amount to nothin’, to all the people thatlived above the
buildings that I was hustlin’ in ront o that calledthe police on
me when I was just tryin’ to make some money toeed my daughter,
and all the n***** in the struggle, you know whatI’m sayin’?
Uh-ha, it’s all good baby bay-bee, uh
[Verse One:]
It was all a dreamI used to read Word Up magazine
Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineHangin’ pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley MarlI let my tape rock ‘til my tape pop
Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to matchRemember Rappin’ Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this arNow I’m in the limelight ‘cause I rhyme tight
ime to get paid, blow up like the World radeBorn sinner, the opposite o a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines or dinnerPeace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid CapriFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I wouldCall the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good
Uh, and i you don’t know, now you know, n****, uh
[Chorus:]
You know very well who you areDon’t let em hold you down, reach or the stars
You had a goal, but not that many ‘cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty
[Verse wo:]
I made the change rom a common thie o up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I’m ar rom cheap, I smoke skunk with mypeeps all day
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
Te Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters ‘cause they miss meI never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff
I was too used to packin’ gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coastCondos in Queens, indo or weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin’ lie without ear
Puttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s earLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a ool ‘cause I dropped out o high schoolStereotypes o a black male misunderstood
And it’s still all good
Uh...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****
[Verse Tree:]
Super Nintendo, Sega GenesisWhen I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather soaGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G’s flatNo need to worry, my acc ountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin’Celebratin’ every day, no more public housin’
Tinkin’ back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac’ with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, o courseSmiles every time my ace is up in Te SourceWe used to uss when the landlord dissed usNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst daysNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the lie I live‘Cause I went rom negative to positive
And it’s all...
(It’s all good)
...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****, uhUh, uh...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****Uh...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****, uh
Representin’ B-own in the house, Junior Mafia,mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
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[Hook - O.. Genasis:]Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Tem bricks is way too hot, you need to cut itYour price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Tem bricks is way too hot, you need to cut itYour price is way too high, you need to cut it
[Verse 1 - O.. Genasis:]Run up them bands on the regularHittin’ my plug on the celly, yeah
ell my ex bitch that I’m sorry I’m a skate off in the ‘Rari
Keep 36 by my sideI’m a go bake me a pie
Keep 45 on my sideFuck with my n*****, you die
All o my n***** say bloodAll o my n***** say cuhO, I ound me a plug
I got it straight out the mudKeep it a hundred, no budgeI ell in love with the drugsBustin’ it down in the tubPay me my money in dubs
Water whippin’, lookin’ like I’m fishin’Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I’m pitchin’Rolie on, it’s glistenin’, now my doner kissin’N***** steady trippin’ so I’m steady grippin’
Dirty money on me, got a scale up on meI don’t *** with phony, ‘bout to sell a pony
All these n***** on me, all these b***** on meSay my price is good, m***********, show me
[Hook - O.. Genasis:]Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Tem bricks is way too hot, you need to cut itYour price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Tem bricks is way too hot, you need to cut itYour price is way too high, you need to cut it
[Verse 2 - Young Dolph:]Went and bought a 911 with my trap money
A million up but still ain’t never touch my rap money I’m out in LA *****’ with that boy O
Flew to LA, got a plug on that OGYou know I’ve been gettin’ money i you know me
When I first met my plug, I tote my pistol, hundred GsI ain’t comin’ to get it unless you got a hundred pieceI don’t want it, *** it, your price, you need to cut it
Your ice, you need to tuck it, she *** with me, she lucky A hal a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage
Let’s skip the small talk, it’s time to talk numbersYoung n**** playin’ with commas, might go get a Lamb
or the summerI’ve been outchea in these streets all my lie hustlin’My n**** beefin’ then I’m beefin’, wrong or right
I’m bustin’My traphouse, I love it
Put some Forces on my old school and Ihad to cut it
But should I put a roo in?
[Hook - O.. Genasis:]Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itTem bricks is way too hot, you
need to cut itYour price is way too high,
you need to cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itTem bricks is waytoo hot, you need
to cut itYour price is
way too high,you need to
cut it
[Verse One: Nas]
Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassingImagine going to court with no trial
Liestyle cruising blue behind my watersNo welare supporters more conscious o the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are colderFeeling like lie is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
Te world’s hot my son got knocked e videntaly It’s elementary, they want us all gone e ventually
rooping out o state or a plate knowledgeo coke was cooked without the garbage we’d all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashing, ashionDesigner clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues
Your people holding dough, no paroleNo rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts or the mindI take a glimpse into time
watch the blimp read “Te World Is Mine”
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]
I I ruled the worldImagine that
I’d ree all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, i you could
be mine, we’d both shineI I ruled the worldStill living or today, in
these last days and times
[Verse wo: Nas]
Te way to be, paradise like relaxing black, latino and anglo-saxonArmani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost ribe o Shabazz, ree at lastBrand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
Te Villa house is or the crew, how we dorees or breakast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years o depression make me visionTe better living, type o place to raise kids inOpen they eyes to the lies history’s told oul
But I’m as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold ChildSeeing things like I was controlling, click rolling
ricking six digits on kicks and still holdingrips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trie lie to lavishPolitical prisoner set ree, stress ree
No work release purple M3’s and jet skisFeel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse themes to WilliesIt sounds oul but every girl I meet to go downtown
I’d open every cell in Attica send em to Arica
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]
I I ruled the worldImagine that
I’d ree all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, i you couldbe mine, we’d both shine
I I ruled the worldStill living or today, in
these last days and times
And then we’ll walk right up to the sunHand in hand
We’ll walk right up to the sunWe won’t land
We’ll walk right up to the sunHand in hand
We’ll walk right up to the sunWe won’t land
[Verse Tree: Nas]
You’d love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Duck down in car seats, heat’s mandatory
Running rom Jake, gettin chased, hunger or papesTese are the breaks many mistakes go down out o state
Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weightrying to get laced, flip the ace stack the sae
Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop cameraMaking moves in Atlanta, back and orth scramblerCause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
Still nobody want a nigga having shitI I ruled the world and everything in it, sky’s the limit
I push a Q-45 InfinitIt wouldn’t be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies
Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I’d never see but reality struck
Better find out beore your time’s out, what the ***??
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]
I I ruled the worldImagine that
I’d ree all my sons, I love em em baby Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, i you couldbe mine, we’d both shine
I I ruled the worldStill living or today, in
these last days and times
I I ruled the world, i I ruled, i I ruledImagine that
I’d ree all my sons, i I ruled, i I ruledI love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls, black diamondsCould it be, i you could
black diamondsbe mine, we’d both shine
I I ruled the worldStill living or today, in
these last days and times
I I ruled the world, i I ruledi I ruled, I’d ree all my sons
black diamonds, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, i I ruled
I I ruled the world
I I ruled the worldI love em love em baby!!
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[Intro: Chie Kee]I Love All My Fans, Without Ya’ll I Wouldn’t Get Famous
Da da da da eh, Tese N***** F*** with My CampaignTese B****** Know My Name
[Chorus:]I know I’m finally rich, but ain’t a damn thang gon’ change
Me and my boys still bangWe’ll clap a n**** up no range
B**** I’m Finally RichI could ride oreign cars, I love all my ans, without ya’ll I wouldn’t get ar
B**** I’m Finally RichI smoke all the dope, I get so high just see the scope, Real n**** rom the O
B**** I’m Finally RichAnd you ain’t the same, All Tese N***** Follow my Campaign
Now these B****** Know My NameB**** I’m Finally Rich
[Chie Kee:]I’m a show you how to ball, first you walk up in the mall, hit every store and buy
it all, cause it ain’t s***I be flexing on these lames, I’m a O-Block n**** can’t change
64th street my domain, savagesSo I gotta take care o my squad, or every ****** body, get robbed, rom they Night
job and day job, Tat’s why I got richSo I take care o my mom, take care o my daughter, and take care o my brothers
But I’m finally rich
So just watch Sosa stack this chedda, Flexing on these n*****no better, hate onme it don’t matter
So just watch Sosa stack this chedda, Flexing on these n***** no better, hate onme it don’t matter
[Chorus:]I know I’m finally rich, but ain’t a damn thang gon’ change
Me and my boys still bangWe’ll clap a n**** up no range
B**** I’m Finally RichI could ride oreign cars, I love all my ans, without ya’ll I wouldn’t get ar
B**** I’m Finally Rich
I smoke all the dope, I get so high just see the scope, Real n**** rom the OB**** I’m Finally RichAnd you ain’t the same, All Tese N***** Follow My Campaign
Now these B****** Know My NameB**** I’m Finally Rich
[Chie Kee:]I be flexing with my big bros, reese money and redo
We got big bands ull o bank rolls, b**** we richYeah I get 20 or a show
I ain’t worried bout no h**Cause I switch those like I switch clothes
B**** I’m richEvery b**** knows chie kee, every b**** want chie kee, all these b****** jump
chie kee, finally richI got diamonds all on my watch, horses all in my car, I get 10 bands or a 8 bar
[Chorus:]I know I’m finally rich, but ain’t a damn thang gon’ change
Me and my boys still bangWe’ll clap a n**** up no range
B**** I’m Finally RichI could ride oreign cars, I love all my ans, without ya’ll I wouldn’t get ar
B**** I’m Finally RichI smoke all the dope, I get so high just see the scope, Real n**** rom the O
B**** I’m Finally RichAnd you ain’t the same, All Tese N***** Follow My Campaign
Now these B***** Know My NameB**** I’m Finally Rich
1. First Of Tha Month- Bone Thugs And Harmony 2. Let Me Know- Aaliyah
3. Thuggish Ruggish Bone- Bone Thungs And Harmony
4. Hit ‘Em Up- 2Pac 5. Wicked- Future
6. Semi On Em- Chief Keef
7. Panda- Desiigner 8. Love No Thotties- Chief Keef 9. Juicy- Notorious B.I.G
10. Cut It- O.T Genasis 11. If I Ruled The World- NAS
12. Finally Rich- Chief Keef
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