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Killah Priest – Gate Way Lyrics

I contemplate the task
‘The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away’
Thy horse is a spirit waitin’ me near they graves
A ghost rider leaps out on the saddle of it
Then the horse begins runnin’
Upward beyond an orange summit
That same horse saddled in my cousin and billions of dozens
Before their bones begin crumblin’
To their grave from the mother’s stomach
Well, my nephew he wrote one
To that bowl sun, his mother followed him
Way up into the outer realms
Where the clouds are crowded wit men
At night the goons are prowlin’ for gems
There’s place for grandparents
A far advanced planet
Where dreams go, where Kings and Queens souls
Where everything seems slow
2Pac moves in that dark, Biggie is seein’ at our city
It’s misty; Jam Master Jay is in that haze
Big L as well, he dwells wit Big Pun in that Kingdom
And J. I don’t know
You try to stay focus, watchin’ for that day approaches
You got the coverage of the Lord’s judgment
The blood rinse off your soft body
Then placed in the arms of your mommy
She placed you in a potty
Fast forward, you in a staircase in your lobby
Watchin’ fiends goin’ out on apartment 5-D
Well I know this crackhead name Brother Lord
Always watchin’ him huggin’ the floor
Many get high and many souls have to fly
The Bible says we all have to die
You look for reasons, I don’t know why
This is where the ghetto spirits carve tonight
No owls in flight, no sound in sight
As we float like a cloud thru the dark light
Barkin’ of buncha old worn out dogs nobody wants
Hounds from hell, the starvin’ night haunts
The flesh is unveiled, pure spirit unbothered by gravity
A body weight to a Godly place
Then drift into the internal night
As they take the eternal flight
They see your majesty, the Gatekeeper
The great weepers, the grave’s deeper
And the night is frostbit
So long back to the darkness
That’s enough, your majesty, that’s enough
Shhhhh… You’re sworn into secrecy, say no more
But Father…
No one must know about the hidden door
Close the door and move out the way
Close the door [Killah Priest]
There’s a season for everything
A time for every occupation of the heaven
A time for givin’ birth
A time for dyin’
A time for for plannin’
A time for uprooted that which was planted
A time for killin’
A time for healin’
A time for knockin’ down
A time for buildin’
A time for tears
A time for laughter
A time for mournin’
A time for dancin’
A time for throwin’ stones away
A time for gatherin’ them up
A time for embracin’
A time to refrain from embracin’
A time for searchin’
A time for losin’
A time for keepin’
A time for throwin’ away
A time for tearin’
A time for sewin’
A time for keepin’ silent
A time for speakin’
A time for lovin’
A time for hatin’
A time for war
A time for peace
So what does a man gain for the efforts that he makes? Dillinger and the millions of souls
Many more will have to go, reason why?

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Desiigner – 911 Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus]
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
[Post-Chorus]
Man call 911, huh
Pick up the drum, pick none, huh
I get the niggas that killin’, the niggas that robbin’ the banks just for fun, huh
Smoke dope, [?] my lungs, huh
3, 4, 5, Big Pun, huh
Big 45, big gun
Man gon’ run, I hunt
[Chorus]
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
[Post-Chorus]
Man call 911, huh
Pick up the drum, pick none, huh
I get the niggas that killin’, the niggas that robbin’ the banks just for fun, huh
Smoke dope, [?] my lungs, huh
3, 4, 5, Big Pun, huh
Big 45, big gun
Man gon’ run, I hunt
[Chorus]
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
Man don’t want no war, huh
I bring the choppa for glory, huh
I bring the choppa for war, huh
Man call 911
[Post-Chorus]
Man call 911, huh
Pick up the drum, pick none, huh
I get the niggas that killin’, the niggas that robbin’ the banks just for fun, huh
Smoke dope, [?] my lungs, huh
3, 4, 5, Big Pun, huh
Big 45, big gun
Man gon’ run, I hunt

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BlocBoy JB – Prod By BlocBoy Lyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah, check it (word)
Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it
(Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah)
Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word)

[Verse]
These niggas after me
I got them shooters on balconies
I’m gettin’ head from a bitch and she Japanese (word)
Niggas they talkin’, I’m loadin’ and clappin’ these
Loadin’ and clappin’ these pistols (pistols)
You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter)
Really you an automatic misser
Fuck it, I’ma automatic get you (huh?)
Smack a nigga ass with the pistol (pistol)
Pop a nigga ass like a pimple (a pimple)
Store-store-store run, get the gun (store run)
Up the Tommy, take his funds (he gone)
Take the hundreds leave the ones
For the strippers nigga (for the strippers)
I got an SK with a shank, that’s the tipper nigga (that’s the tipper)
Beat a nigga, sweep a nigga
We don’t need them niggas (fuck ’em)
I don’t think you niggas ’bout nothin’ (word)
When I see you in the street (huh?), you ain’t even got a gun
Askin’ niggas for money (word), nigga you ain’t got no funds
You know I do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah)
But I don’t smoke no pom-poms
Run up, get done up (word)
My clip is so heavy, I can’t hold my arm up (my arm up)
Y’all niggas faker than warmups (warmups)
I got the bread like a farmer (I-I-I-I)
Shoot like I’m Mario Chalmers (Chalmers)
Workin’ my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin’ them corn
You dancin’, we pull up with guns, I’m 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got my hitters in the front like a radiator
Using big words so you know they annihilate you
I’m in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I got all flavors
Bring that shit back, no turntable
Multiply that like times tables
We ain’t got time for that
If you really want a crease, use the iron for that
Now a nigga need a piece of his spinal back
In a line of MAC’s
Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that
If it’s an altercation, nigga we use nines for that
We don’t do conversations, baby we don’t got time for that
We ain’t got time for that, we ain’t got time for that

[Outro]
(Hey, wait)
We gon’ do the ad-libs
(Hey, wait)
Tay, told ’em go’n do the ad-libs
Klay, I got your bitch callin’ me a, bae
And I really don’t know what to, say
I want her head like some motherfuckin’ braids
And you know I’m finna, ayy, ayy, ayy
And I made this beat, ayy
Got your bitch and she in the sheets, ayy
And we turnt up in the studio
Track nation, yeah we live in this fuckin’ ho
I got your bitch, she tryna book me for a fuckin’ show
She gon’ make you pay for it, and you already know
Bitch, I’m live
Like Channel Five
I just put ’bout a three five
In a blunt, now I’m so fuckin’ high
To the sky though
Nigga askin’ me these questions, I’m like why though?
And my niggas got that money standing five four
My money standing six four, I’m in a six four with the loads
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch

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21 Savage – Who Run It Freestyle lyrics

Trap Music
[Intro]
Straight up
21

[Verse]
.223 Diamondback with the drum, nigga (straight up)
Choppa like to crush a lot, Big Pun nigga (straight up)
I’ve been taking money ever since I was young, nigga (straight up)
Sneak dissin’, niggas cuttin’ out your tongue, nigga (straight up)
Real street nigga, I ain’t doin’ no cappin’, nigga, I ain’t told no lies (21)
I don’t give a f*ck if I got a hunnid’ million, I’m keepin’ my .45 (on God)
Walkin’ up on ya nigga, point blank range, we ain’t doin’ no drive-by’s (yeah)
I still right here wit’ hollows, nigga, and I got my Glock out (facts)
She keep tryna watch Netflix, bitch, I’m pullin’ my cock out (straight up)
Hit her with the dick and I left that bitch cockeyed (straight up, straight up)
All these VVS’s, I made your bitch cockeyed (21, 21)
Talkin’ out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed (on God)
I’m on Percocet’s, I think I’m finna skydive (yeah)
You little n*ggercat, you must think you got nine lives (21)
I’m so sick of all this fruity sh*t, you niggas on thin ice
That stick gon’ cut you half-time, now these niggas wanna switch sides (straight up)
I ain’t really with that takin’ sh*t, lil’ nigga, I’m walkin’ up (straight up)
That .30 like a tree lil’ nigga, watch where you barkin’ up (straight up)
We got way too many shots, y’all lil’ niggas can’t dodge enough (on God)
We can even challenge ya, ’cause y’all lil’ niggas ain’t charged enough (fast)
Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough (straight up)
Get the utmost respect when I walk through (straight up)
I love the way you suck that dick, lil’ bitch, don’t forget who taught you (straight up)
Way too much, can’t stalk you (straight up)
Bogeyman, nigga, I’ll haunt you (on God)
All these bullets ’round me, nigga, I ain’t got time to punch you (21)
Hit ’em wit’ the 3-2, all y’all niggas see through (yeah)
Broad day, I’ll see food, had to hit a lick at Kiku (yeah-yeah)
Lil’ bitch I don’t need you (yeah-yeah)
Hell Nah, I can’t eat you (yeah-yeah)
Let the whole gang G you, then I left that bitch at Jeju (yeah-yeah)
You must be scared or some, nigga, let’s bet the spread or some (21)
That’s your main bitch, but I bet that lil’ bitch spread for some (on God)
I got all these blues like I ain’t bangin’ red or somethin’ (trre)
I bought all these cars like l ain’t got no legs or somethin’ (yeah)
Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
Stash money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B’s (21)
Every time I hit that bitch she come back like a frisbee (yeah)
I ain’t got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney (yeah)
Skin made of concrete, nigga, you can never be me (21)
My brother down the road with a touchscreen and a FeFe (BF)
Candlelight gang, leave a nigga on the TV (21)
Fish fry gang, y’all can’t even afford to die
Bitch, I’m way too real, I can’t even afford to lie

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Ghostface Killah – Ghostface Lyrics

GHOSTFACE KILLAH
Ghostface Lyrics

[Chorus: female singer (Ghostface Killah)]
Ghostface… (Yo, yo who’s the boss when it comes to these songs?)
Ghostface… (What ya’ll talkin’ bout… I can’t hear ya’ll!)
Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A little louder)
Ghostface…

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, you can catch me in Z-No’s on a Friday night
Or at the Emmy’s, Bentley’s, Roll Royce, all white
Fresh kicks, star studded up
A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini’s roll up
Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond
Shoot out the clock while I’m killin’ timin’
Eight-mill just to resign me
My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can’t find me
It’s like, all he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J.
Bring it back like an instant replay
Please, get these wack records off of me
I can’t breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez
It’s like they love garbage (yeah), for God’s sake, I’m the real artist
Hear they songs, dumb niggas father’s
Under my wing like Sanford and Son
Weird sons, I’m a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
I’m like a green and white kickball, I bounce
Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz
In the third grade, I bagged Penny
Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many
Now Daddy’s blowin’ ‘sherm and Remi
On the road toll up, bust the promoter so I can shit in Denny’s
This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers
Bangles get tangled and they cause manners
Money, don’t stop, get it, get it, I’m not finished with it
Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it
Rock them boats and I copped them ropes
Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats
Hold my tongue around fake niggas
Look at ’em sideways and pull my trees
Ask me to hit it, I’m like, Nigga Please, f**k outta here!
f**k war with niggas, facin’ me, f**kas, step up the gear

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
Ghost dough and spend it though
Plus got the pen exposed
Countin’ mad money and sheep, god damn
Take a look at the radio, shit soundin’ shady, yo
Everything I’m hearin’ is weak
We got them long biscuits, long clip shit
Run for the hills and re-charge your shit
Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don!

[Chorus]

[Outro: woman]
The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler
Gangsta, playa, hardcore muthaf**ka living today…

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Bizzy Bone – Muddy Waters Lyrics

BIZZY BONE
Muddy Waters Lyrics

[Intro: Bizzy]
Ha ha ha ha, they say start it all over again
Whatever you goin through it’s somebody goin through somethin worse
Let’s do this

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
And that’s life in the city kid
Everybody ain’t gon’ make it out the hood (out the hood)
You wanna flow like Bizzy did
Just keep the faith, and it’s all to the good

[Bizzy Bone]
Your girl is cheatin on you, you finna go to jail
Now you just lost yo’ job, yo’ house is up for sale
Your friend just passed away, before you said goodbye
Your son goin to war, and you still don’t know why
Yo’ mom contracted AIDS, and right before she died
She couldn’t speak a word, but she can blink her eyes
See she was paralyzed, and you so scared to cry
You wanted to show her your strength, and tell her the Lord provides
The church is takin money, sellin granny a dream
She wanna go to heaven, think she can get it with green
Yo’ cousins gettin rich, off of a triple beam
You see him losin weight, it started off with ‘Premes
It elevated to rocks, and now he’s on the pipe
He used to ride 22’s, now cousin ride a bike
Yo’ momma got a man, her man he got a temper
So he beat you right up, gets drunk and don’t remember
As soon as you go to school, yo’ teacher asked “What happened?”
Your peers they know the story, you say “Ain’t nuttin crackin”
Yo’ money’s runnin low, and it ain’t no welfare
Remember ‘Pac said, “Who in the hell cares?”
But Bizzy cared for ya, see I can only stare
These are the muddy waters, that I can see and hear
See and hear, see and hear, see and hear, see and hear
See and hear…

[Chorus – 2X]

[Bizzy Bone]
You had you four friends, and y’all grew up together
On the corner swiggin wines, singin about the ghetto
Breakin bread, stealin cars, and stayin in trouble
House parties with the homies and then watchin ’em rumble
But soon yo’ friendship crumbles, as you grow up in life
You reached the age of 30, and soon forget yo’ plight
What if they blew up, and became the biggest group EVER?
I guess we’ll never know; that’s just the way it goes
Havin high school dreams of turnin pro
Catch an injury and now the scouts ain’t ’round no mo’
Studyin to be a doctor but get pregnant in school
You decided to keep yo’ child, now you must provide the food
At the tender age of 50, reachin your golden years
These are the muddy waters, that I can see and I hear
Bizzy cared for ya, but baby I can only stare
These are the muddy waters, that I can see and I hear

[Chorus – 3X w/ minor variations + ad libs]

[Outro: Bizzy]
This for my momma, this for my children
This for my sister, and Eazy-E
‘Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Aaliyah, Left-Eye
Capo rest in peace nigga

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Young Thug – WTF You Doin Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Quavo]
Yeah
YSL, Migos, s’geddit
DJ Durel!
Migos, Jeffrey
Man we gotta gotta go, we gon’ go go
Gon’ go brazy on this bitch, let’s get it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score (swish!)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
What the fuck a bitch doin’
Call Will Smith cause the cash I’m pursuin’
Call Cam Newton hit a nigga call with the Uzi, cool it
Drinkin’ on fluid, cup full of mud no sewage
I put the bitch in the movie
Duke put the dope in her coochie
Who this nigga think he foolin’ (who)
Young nigga act a fool with ’em (ayy)
They don’t know what do with ’em
Don’t know me cause you went to school with ’em
Slime told me don’t bool with ’em
Baow, graow the tool gon’ get ’em (baow!)
Choppers and pistols, my nigga dismiss ’em
I like to fuck bitches but nah I can’t kiss her
Damn, I need me a babysitter
I serve the niggas some kitty litter
Takin a phone for the issues
Nah, we can’t take a picture (flash)
I double park a new Fisker
They callin’ me Quavo the fisher
Mister Huncho official (huncho)
I blow a check like a whistle

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score (swish!)

[Verse 2: Duke]
I’m gonna hit ’em in the head, pussy nigga can’t think no more
I just wanna fuck and get some head, hell nah can’t cape them hoes
Pour a whole pint of the red and I can not drink it no more
She suck my dick til’ I’m dead, I just be plankin’ on hoes
Throw all my money in hunnids, call up the bank on these hoes
Red bottoms on a bad bitch
Don’t shop nowhere but at Saks Fifth
Walk around with the Draco
And they gon’ shoot when I say so
Stack up the hunnids like Lego
I got some gangsters and there he go
Pulled up in a Wraith (skrrt)
Damn, you should have seen they face
Diamonds they blind ’em like mace
I just wanna fuck her then nut on her face
Damn, today been a hell of a day
Three different states in a day
Young nigga steady gettin’ paid
Your nigga he broke, he make minimum wage

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
What the fuck these niggas doin’
More racks, drop a sack at the jeweler
Foreign ride, but your boyfriend a loser
Bust down Rollie, straight out the cooler
I fucked your bitch, make a movie
Model turned to a groupie
This lil’ stripper got hit with the boot
And we came from the bottom, throwin’ money out the roof
Rich nigga I done flooded my fingers
Bet they gon’ hate when you make it
Trap still jumpin’ like 2 3
Fuck the judge, ain’t coppin’ a plea
Play with the keys like Stevie
Trap or Die, now I’m livin’ like Jeezy
Lamborghini and I’m whippin’ it easy
Walk around pockets cheesy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score (swish!)

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The heart part 4 – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – The heart part 4

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.(the heart part 4)

Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel ’round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift’s
Been devoted to f*ckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up, lampin’ in Jamaica versuri-lyrics.info
The clouds turnin’, my thoughts turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but..(the heart part 4)

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you.

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil’ shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared little b*tch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh, I was just playin’, K-Dot
C’mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the f*ck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive!”
So damn great, motherf*cker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water, I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo’ cars, mo’ leers
Mo’ bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—f*ck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches, your body revertin’ to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin’ up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, b*tches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump
Know how we feel, punk? Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was two O’s from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You lookin’ at me in Chucks, I’m lookin’ at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playin’ rock-paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E’s; it’s not a game
And the whole world is goin’ mad, daddy, it’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the CO’s watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they— (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirkin’
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, f*ck!)
So many verses, you live in denial (f*ck!)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You makin’ him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo’ punk ass down!
(Sit yo’ punk ass down!)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playin’ the back scenes (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as “That King”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get y’all shit together.(the heart part 4)

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KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

Lets get it!
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Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 4

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 1]
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

[Outro]
Let’s get it!
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Wyclef Jean – The Ring (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
It’s been 7 years, man. I left at the height of my career, man and I’m coming back. It’s like I’m starting all over again. It don’t matter what I did before, man. This the music business, man. You’re only as hot as your last hit. Everybody like, "Yo, can he get another ring?"

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
The smile in my face, behind my back, they hate us
But like Bernie Mac said, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
Little Haiti to Sicily, Big Pun, he was a friend to me
Fat Joe, he called me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga picked me up
Ay, that’s what I call that street cred
Take your chance in the lobby, you gon’ meet those old dreads
Chef [?], me and Khaled go back
So far back, boy shottas, man, he had a 6 pack
And I’m back on the tribe on a quest to go harder
So hard, you gon’ think I’m all 3 Carters
Why haters wanna doubt that I’m Luke with the Force
Man, they kids got the scores, screamin’ too much hot sauce

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
A And the A stand for Alpha and Omega
B And the B stand for Bury You, that’s what I’m known to do to rappers
C C stands for Chance, once you take, regard your shit
DEF, is the squad, boy, read my lips
GH, General from Haiti, make my day
I stood in my jeans, in front of that ‘K’
And for me to take a L, it’s gon’ take MN
What’s that? Mother Nature with them strong winds
And oh, my Peace Productions like the Q
As in Quincy when he did that Thriller, Michael Jackson blew
And this is who we are, STU
Abbreviation for the studio, I kill it in the booth
And the V, be very careful when you watchin’ shottas
The W could turn to her and that’s murder for hire
By the window, light X, don’t ask why
I ain’t takin’ no Zs ’cause the clan’s outside

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 3]
Bean me up Scottie, I’m on that antidote
That Broccoli D.R.A.M gave me got me movin’ slow mo’
This big, I’m countin’ my blessings like I’m Sean
See the Future with my Jimmy Hendrix shades on
Haters wanna doubt and thought that I forgot my scales
That’s like I am Mike forgettin’ he trainin’ [?]
Vic hit me on the Jag, told me he mad
Wiz Khalifa paper plane’ll have you feel glad

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Do I rap or will I sing?
All they wanna know is will I get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
From my mouth to God, aye
We gon’ get another ring
We gon’ get another ring
I’ma get another win
We gon’ get another ring