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Baby Keem – Top Ramen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m sick of the rah-rah-rah
I’m not finna slide if your block hot
Big rock band, he’s a shooter
Heard him talkin’ about the hacks, no computer (Yeah)
Eat a drumstick (Yeah)
Top dawg, but my bitch still eat Top Ramen (Yeah)
Met my mom
My mom said she a top woman (Yeah)
I got fame and she help me keep my conscious (Yeah)
I don’t sneak around, if I do, I have fun (Huh)
If they cancel me, then I retire, get the drum (Yeah)
If they cancel me, then I might have to pop the trunk (Yeah)
If they cancel me, I black on black my Air Force Ones (Yeah, let’s go)
[Chorus]
Tired of rah-rah-rah
Serve a look, bitch face like raw, raw, raw
Say he quit the double cup, that’s raw, raw, raw
Hit your ho, I’m finna nut, say bye, bye, bye
[Verse 2]
Leave a nigga stranded
I’m a f**k nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I’m a f**kin’ bandit (Yeah)
On my momma Janice (Okay)
Eatin’ Church’s Chicken (Chicken)
All I eat is chicken (Yeah)
Beat the box like (Let’s go)
Beat the box like (Let’s go)
Whole Foods on my neck, f**kin’ up
Pink clothes to my neck, f**kin’ up
My bitch messy, my neck f**kin’ up
I get bands, you pay respect, f**kin’ up
Check, check, check, check, check please
Check one, two, get your bitch off me
Your bitch on TV if my sex tape leak
Your bitch on DVD, she won an ESPY
[Chorus]
Tired of raw, raw, raw
Serve a look, bitch phrase like raw, raw, raw
Say he quit the double cut, that’s raw, raw, raw
Hit your ho, I’m finna nut, say bye, bye, bye

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Young Pappy – Dont Sleep On Me Part 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
2 Cups
Don’t sleep on me

[Verse]
Bandana, bandana, when he say bandana
Say double G, I done told motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Everything designer, I be designed up
(What else?) I got bags, bitch
But nigga everybody got bags, bitch
And nigga everybody gone jagg, bitch
Trues off my ass they saggin’
(What else?) I’m from the pole, homie
That’s where it’s cold, you will get froze, homie
Niggas know and bitches know, homie
We’ll blow a nigga down if we don’t know homie
(let’s get it)
I came to wake niggas up
(For what?) Cause they sleep on us
And bitch we the shit but we don’t flush
Going hard till they put them white sheets on us
Spot a opp, drop a opp don’t blink, just bust
Smoke loud, real loud, that stank, that must
And niggas hate me cause I can’t be touched
And I love getting money so it can’t be lust (right?)
You damn right about that
If a nigga want smoke, I’ll light a bitch hat
And you will get whacked, know I’m right about that
I result to the pipe, I don’t fight about jack
And I ain’t got time for a bitch right now
I’m getting money that it don’t make sense right now
A lot of these niggas wanna bang with us
You tryna hang with us and get rich right now
(Freaky) I’m smoking on some hating shit
Got me chilling like a villain on some lazy shit
And this money make a nigga do some crazy shit
So I’m crazy in love with that crazy bitch
I go and get it cause a nigga never gave me shit
I got dumb money cause I wasn’t raised with it
I got a K, when I spray I don’t aim for shit
Cause I’m a real nigga, boy I wouldn’t change for shit
And I’m riding round my side of town
Them hoes see a nigga stuntin’ so they bring me down
Rock jeans on my ass, they saggin’ down
Lot of cash, lot of bags, I ain’t bragging now
I got goons that’ll blow when it come to a nigga
Opps see me and they know, better run from a nigga
I don’t write, just spit, when it come to a nigga
Got a canon like Nick, put a drum to a nigga
And PBG, that’s my clique
I just made a DVD with your bitch
That hoe like EVE, she so thick
You go home and give her a kiss, she so slick
Boy I got everything that you want
And I got everything that you got
You fuck niggas imitating my swag
Because I’m everything that you’re not, Goofy!

[Outro]
Fuck wrong with these fuck ass niggas man?
I do this shit for bro
That’s 2 cups
2 Cups, The Mixtape Part 1
This what niggas been waiting on right?
Aha! Bandana
Ain’t shit change man we still here
TFG
It’s the fucking guys in my fucking eyes
Still
Lil nigga

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Lil B – Back To Back Target Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah man
You know a lot of niggas don’t keep it real
You feel me
Everything, all that shit matters
You feel me
But you know so many niggas turn on me everyday
I’m like fuck everybody, you feel me, fuck it

[Verse]
One time for me, cool by the sunshine
Money got punchlines, only take one times
Take small sips, that’s why I hum sunshine
Niggas think I’m lying, bitches think I’m fine
I’m smart man so I keep trying
Don’t get fucked by the past thoughts, pass off, blast off
Yeah, fuck it
And don’t crack like the asphalt
You running with the 45 handgun the same size as police is
Niggas think he sweet but his geeks is geek
Niggas carry them handguns
Like [?] you be deceased
And I’m talking bout a coffin
Brains is out, nigga you loving where you walking
Uh, side with the Mac-11
Please no questions, I do dirt with no drugs
Numb the pain, it’s like a game changer
Feel ashamed of my past, used to rob strangers
Now I feel like I’m a rapping target
I’m a rapping target
Back to back target
With the vest and mask hauling DVD’s like a Black Target
Cocaine sell it off I can’t, I can’t, no
Cocaine sell it all same price as a trip in August
Don’t ask why I [?]
Bitch I bought it
Please the cops and [?]
Just get what you ordered
Cross me and get slaughtered
But I don’t wanna act hard as bricks
But I’m a real young nigga and I ain’t talking shit
Lil Boss

[Outro]
I don’t give a fuck this a mixtape
That shit, the beat’s fucked up and fuck you too bitch

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Ninjaman Transfer From GP Over Beef With Vybz Kartel

Ninjaman was transferred from GP last week following a beef with Vybz Kartel and other inmates.

The Don Gorgon, who was sentenced to life in prison for murder, was involved in a feud with some other inmates while being housed at the Tower Street Adult Correctional Centre, also known as GP. He was subsequently transferred to the St Catherine Adult Correctional Centre, in Spanish Town. Sources told Dancehall HipHop that Ninjaman got upset because Vybz Kartel and other inmates were allowed to have certain electronics like flat screen TV and DVD players.

“He felt like Kartel was being treated better than him when he is a celebrity too,” sources said. “I think he was denied a request to get a flat screen TV and a DVD player in his quarters and that didn’t sit well with him. So when he complained about it, the other inmates got upset because its bringing too much attention because these things are illegal. It’s like he just came in and want to run the show, but you have to pay your dues.”

RELATED: How Ninjaman Conviction Could Shatter Vybz Kartel Appeal

We’re told that Some inmates are also angry at Ninjaman because he previously disrespected Vybz Kartel in interviews before going to prison and also advocate against a Ministry of National Security initiative to allow inmates to get conjugal visits. “The other men in prison weren’t too happy with him talking bad about Kartel during the Lizard trial and even after the sentence, so there were a lot of bad blood and tensions were high, so that’s why they transfer him to Spanish town to prevent war from breaking out,” sources added. “Plus he was the one who spoke out against inmates being allowed conjugal visits when the National Security Minister said he wanted to humanized inmates. It’s not a good look because now some men sees him as a traitor.”

Ninjaman attorney didn’t deny or confirmed the reports, but reliable police sources told us that the dancehall legend is currently being housed at Spanish Town prison and he is not too happy about it since conditions at that prison is far worse than GP.

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Attention – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – Attention

Walk without an entourage in which I won’t discuss
Killers in New York in the clink, they know enough
My celly spit in the sink, one blink, I’m sheddin’ blood
If we was in the street, one squeeze would wet him up
Acceptin’ no disrespect, wait, who am I to budge?
Quarter million dollar mouth, who am I? The plug?
Nothin’ that can save you, your life is now above
I wouldn’t even give a f**k if you and I were blood
No one lent their helpin’ hand, got it out the mud
Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
Then they gossip with their partners in private, I’ve seen it done
Fat boy you a b***h, you know how I come
MAC 11 rangin’, slangin’, cuddles with the drum
Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, endin’ off your tongue
Double 0, 17, my BGs sellin’ drugs
Drought ’round Hollygrove, key need me to flood.(attention)

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways

King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you?
Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
Kevin Gates’ face front page in the article
Lawyer paid, dismissed the whole case, they’ll slaughter you
Run and I observe, ain’t no sense in bein’ audible
Quarterback call the audibles, switch the play on the blitz
Harlem at the Rucker, dick suckers watchin’ the kid
Rust color Timbs with a gun up under my gear
Thump through the slums and slump me somethin’ forreal
Cut off one of your fingers and puncture one of your ribs
Youngin’ really thuggin’, guerilla hustlin’ for real
Body tatted, DJ Drama, that gangsta sh*t in my grill
Lay loose with a Llama or stank a b***h if he squeal
Set outside the store that my gangsta b***h just went in
At the pharmacy poppin’ ‘scripts, my prescriptions is gettin’ filled
I love her, took her name and encrypted it in my ear.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough versuri-lyrics.info
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six days.

Appreciate the help that’s been comin’ on nothin’ will I depend
When asked about the pen, if I’m goin’ back that depends
Faucet water brought me to places to say I ventured
Older I can cope with soda, pull off in the grey Avenger
I want her, she pushin’ kids in the stroller, who? For her sister
The purchase skirts with some purses but couldn’t flirt with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin’
.. clip rich then snitch, tellin’ the business
I see this every day, deceit, failure to mention
Ten toes deep, want my money on fleek
Section 8 voucher and public housin’, we livin’
Mama callin’ Meals on Wheels, they won’t deliver
Came up quick in the trenches when we was little
Call a pizza man and rob him when they deliver
I should write a book entitled, I Promise I Really Did It.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six daysss.
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Eminem – Going Through Changes

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 1]
Lately I really, feel like I’m rolling for delph like Philly
Feel like I’m losing control of myself, I sincerely
Apologize if all that I sound like is I’m complaining
But life keeps on complicating, and
I’m debating on leaving this world this evening
Even my girls can see I’m grieving, I try and hide it but I can’t
Why do I act like I’m all high and mighty
When inside, I’m dying, I am finally realizing I need help
I can’t do it by myself, too weak
2 weeks I’ve been having ups and downs
Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying
Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here
I’m hatin my reflection, I walk around the house tryna fight mirrors
I can’t stand what I look like, yeah, I look fat, but what do I care?
I give a fuck, only thing I fear, is Hailie
I’m afraid if I close my eyes I might see her…shit

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 2]
I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, napping at noon
Yeah dad’s in a bad mood, he’s always snapping at you
Marshall what happened that you, you can’t stop with these pills
And you’ve fallen off with your skills, and your own fans are laughing at you
It become a problem you’re too pussy to tackle, get up
Be a man, stand, a real man would’ve had this shit handled
Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed
They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust
Nah, it ain’t like Doody to do that
He wouldn’t fuckin’ shoot at, no-body, he fights first
But dwelling on it only makes the night worse
Now I’m popping Vics, Percs and Methadone pills
"Yeah Em, tight verse, you killed it"
Fucking drug dealers hang around me like yes men
And they gonna do whatever I says when, I says it
It’s in their best interest to protect their investment
And I just lost my fuckin’ best friend, so fuck it, I guess then:

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 3]
My friends can’t understand this new me
That’s understandable man, but think how bananas you’d be
You’d be an animal too
If you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo
And everybody’s looking at you, what you want me to do?
I’m starting to live like a recluse and the truth is
Fame starting to give me an excuse, to be at an all-time low
I sit alone in my home theater, watching the same damn DVD
Of the first tour, the last tour, he was still alive
And it hurt sore, fast forward, sleeping pills’ll make me feel alright
And if I’m still awake in the middle of the night
I just take a couple more, yeah you’re motherfuckin right
I ain’t slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound
Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on, dole em out
"Daddy, don’t you die on me, Daddy, better hold your ground"
Fuck, don’t I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 4]
Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes, but somehow I’m pulling through
Swear when I come back I’mma be bulletproof
I’mma do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few
Facts, cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth
Shit it just hit me that what if I would not have made it through
I think about the things I would never got to say to you
I’d never get to make it right, so here’s what I came to do
Hailie this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too
I still love your mother, that’ll never change
Think about her every day, we just could never get it together
Hey, wish there was a better way, for me to say it
But I swear on everything, I’d do anything for her on any day
There are just too many things to explain
When it rains guess it pours, yes it does
Wish there wasn’t any pain, but I can’t pretend there ain’t
I ain’t placing any blame, I ain’t pointing fingers
Heaven knows I’ve never been a saint
I know it just feels like we just pissed away our history
And just today, I looked at your picture, almost hate to say
I miss you sub consciously, wish it didn’t end this way
But I just had to get away, don’t know why
I don’t know what else to say, I guess I’m

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Tinie Tempah – Text From Your Ex (feat. Tinashe)

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Yeah, one text from my ex
You know I always flex on my ex
You know I got a rep to protect
You know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
No, never gettin’ vexed when you’re wet
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
Came out when you put me on the sofa
I know you wanna get my respect (I got a)
I don’t know why you moved to mess
Point you tryna prove again?
Ah, there you go, gettin’ lose again, but ya
Try win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a)
Hanging ’round those bougie ants
Got girls, but you’re usin’ them
But you’re gettin’ high, gotta lose the chance
Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Life ain’t is what seems to be
Tryna work it out what it means to me
Nowadays everybody want a piece of me
Notorious, south, west and east, yo (I got a)
That’s why I look to seas and the seeker reef
Used to check the Tinie man for the DVD
He and I reminisce sometimes
Peace in east, LA gettin’ lean with Dee (I got a)
I don’t why you moved to mess
Who you are, from who’s your friends, I’ve got
Space for you, and two in the Benz
Ain’t no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)
But now me in amnesia
Brandy or Moësha
After referendums
Yeah, I’ve still got that visa

[Bridge: Tinashe & Tinie Tempah]
I can’t believe you’ve done this
I told you I take no shit
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you testify
Who’s that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
All summer night, reaching for nine
All summer night, reaching for nine

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Rich Chigga – Seventeen

[Verse 1]
Never worry ’bout a single hatin motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I’m makin got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin, I’m back wit the backpack rap
Man I’m thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
I’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don’t be jealous don’t be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I’m sick as shit but I’m just eatin on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I’m settin up camp
When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit ’em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

[Verse 2]
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain’t that strange
You ain’t shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("who the fuck is that?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I’m 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
Memphis flow but I’m from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie