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1. 7 rings (remix) ft. ariana grande, tayla parx, victoria monét, & 2 chainz 4:00

[intro: ariana grande]
yeah

[verse 1: ariana grande & ariana grande]
breakfast at tiffany’s, bottles of bubbles
girl wit’ tattoos who like getting in trouble
lashes and diamonds, atm machines
buy myself all of my favorite things (yee)
been through some bad sh_t, i should be a sad b_tch
who would have thought it’d turn me to a savage?
rather be tied up wit’ calls and not strings
write my own checks like i write what i sing, yeah (my wrist)

[pre_chorus 1: ariana grande & tayla parx]
stop watching
my neck
is flossy
make big
deposits
my gloss
is popping
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it
i see it
i like it
i want it
i got it (yeah, it up)
i want (roof) it
[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, & victoria monét]
i got it (it up)
i want it
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (whoop, it up)
i got it (yep)

[verse 2: ariana grande]
wearing a ring, but ain’t gon’ be no “mrs.”
bought matching diamonds for six of my b_tches
i’d rather spoil all my friends wit’ my riches
think retail thеrapy my new addiction
whoever said, “monеy can’t solve your problems?”
must not have had enough money da solve ’em
they say, “which one?” i said, “nah, i want all of ’em”
happiness is the same price as red bottoms (mmm_hmm, my smile)
[pre_chorus 2: ariana grande & tayla parx]
is beaming (yeah)
my skin
is gleaming (is gleaming)
the way
it shine, i know
you’ve seen it (you’ve seen it)
i bought
a crib
just fo’ (just fo’)
the closet (closet)
both his
and hers
i want it
i got it (yeah, it up)
i want (roof) it

[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, victoria monét, & 2 chainz]
i got it (it up)
i want it
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (yeah, whoop)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks (this who they waiting on)
just bought it
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (2 chainz, whoop, it up)
i got it (yep, my ideas are priceless)
[verse 3: 2 chainz & ariana grande]
i know i’m the nicest, i knew you would like this
i must be psychic
i’m from the streets, baby, i’m nothing like them (true)
she’s sweet in the day, but freaky when night come (tell ’em)
it’s mine
invest it (uh)
i spend it
on necklace (uh)
i got
the cash
if i don’t get credit (uh)
and i’m well respected so she feel protected
so, scratch all the exes (ex)
it’s next like contestants (whoo)
it’s blessings, no stressing, i’m flexing
got one car parked right in the entrance
got one car parked right at the exit
see, you didn’t expect this, you think like a robot
i put bands in yo’ face like botox (yeah, i want, roof, it, yeah)

[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, victoria monét, & 2 chainz]
i got it (it up)
i want it (oh_yeah_yeah_yeah_yeah)
i got it (whoop, uh, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, uh, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (oh_yeah_yee, whoop, baby)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it (oh_yeah_yee)
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (whoop, it up)
i got it (yeah, my, yep, whoop, receipts be looking like phone numbers)

[verse 4: ariana grande]
if it ain’t money, then wrong number
black card is my bidness card
the way it be setting the tone for me
i don’t mean a brag, but i be like, “put it in the bag”, yeah
when you see them racks, they stack up like my ass, yeah, shoot
go from the store to the booth
make it all back in one loop
gimme the loot
never mind, i got the juice
nothing but net when we shoot
look at my neck
look at my jet
ain’t got enough money da pay me respect
ain’t no budget when i’m on the set
if i like it, then that’s what i get, yeah (i want, roof, it)

[chorus: ariana grande, tayla parx, & victoria monét]
i got it (it up)
i want it
i got it (oh_whoop_yeah_it up_yeah_yee)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (whoop, it up)
i want it (whoop)
i got it (oh_whoop_yeah_yee)
you like
my hair?
gee, thanks
just bought it (just bought it)
i see it (whoop)
i like it (whoop)
i want it (whoop, it up)
i got it (yep, whoop)

2. f_cking problems ft. 2 chainz, drake, a$ap rocky, & kendrick lamar 3:54

[chorus 1: 2 chainz, 2 chainz & drake, drake, a$ap rocky, & _a$ap rocky & drake_]
i love bad b_tches, that my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
i love bad b_tches, that my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
i love bad b_tches, that’s my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
if finding somebody real (yeah) is your f_cking problem
_bring_ yo’ (ya) _girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (solve)_ it
ayy

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
hold up, b_tches, simmer down (uh)
taking h_lla long, biatch, give it to me now (uh)
make that thang pop like a semi or a (.9) .9
ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy_shimmy_yah, huh? (huh?)
a$ap (yeah)
get like me (uh)
never met a motherf_cker fresh like me (yeah)
all these motherf_ckers wanna dress like me (uh)
but the chrome to your dome make ya sweat like keith (keith)
’cause i’m the n_gga
the n_gga, n_gga
like, “how ya figure?” (yeah, yeah)
getting figures and f_cking b_tches
she rolling swishers
brought her b_tches, i brought my n_ggas (uh)
they getting bent up off (uh) the liquor
she love my licorice, i let her l!ck it (l!ck it, alright, l!ck it, l!ck it, l!ck it)
they say money make a n_gga act n_ggerish (uh, n_ggerish)
but least a n_gga, n_gga rich (rich)
i be f_cking broads like i be f_cking bored
turn a dyk_ b_tch out, have her f_cking boys
beast (beast, hahahahaha)

[chorus 1: 2 chainz, 2 chainz & drake, drake, a$ap rocky & drake, & _a$ap rocky_]
i love bad b_tches, that my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
i love bad b_tches, that my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
i love bad b_tches, that’s my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
if finding somebody real is your f_cking problem
bring yo’ (_ya_) girls to the crib, maybe we can (ooh) solve (solve) it
ayy

[verse 2: drake]
i know ya love it when this beat is on
make you think about all of the n_ggas you been leading on
made me think about all of the rappers i’ve been feeding on
got a feeling that’s the same dudes that we speaking on, oh, word?
ain’t heard my album? who ya sleeping on?
you should print the lyrics out and have a f_cking read_along
ain’t a f_cking sing_along ‘less ya brought the weed along
then ju—okay, i got it
then just drop down and get cha eagle on
or we can stare up at the stars and put the beatles on
all that sh_t chu talking ’bout is not up for discussion
i will pay da make it bigger, ion’t pay for no reduction
if it’s coming from a n_gga ion’t know, then ion’t trust it
if ya coming for my head, then, muh’f_cker, get da busting
yes, lord, ion’t really say this of_mmm
but this long_d_ck n_gga ain’t for the long talking
i’m beast

[chorus 2: 2 chainz, 2 chainz & drake, drake, a$ap rocky & drake, & _a$ap rocky_]
i love bad b_tches, that my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
i love bad b_tches, that my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
i love bad b_tches, that’s my f_cking problem (problem)
and, yeah, i like da f_ck, i got a f_cking problem (true)
if finding somebody real is your f_cking problem
bring yo’ (_ya_) girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (solve) it

[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
uh
yeah, hoe, this the finale
my pep talk turn into a pep rally
say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley now
vacayed in atlanta, then she going back to cali (mmm)
got cha girl on my line, world on my line
the irony, i f_ck ’em at the same d_mn time
she eyeing me like a n_gga don’t exist
girl
i know ya want thee dih
girl
i’m kendrick lamar (mmm)
a.k.a. benz is to me just a car (mmm)
that mean yo’ friends_es need be up to par
see, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (mmm)
k!ll ’em all, dead bodies in the hallway
don’t get involved, listen what the crystal ball say:
“halle
berry
halle—
‘lujah
holla
back
i’ll
do ya”
beast

3. mercy ft. fuzzy jones, yb (chicago), big sean, kanye west, pusha t, & 2 chainz 5:30

[intro: fuzzy jones]
well— (well—)
it is a weeping_and_a_moaning
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it is a weeping_and_a_mourning
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it is a when_it_comes_to_my_sound
which_is_the_champion sound
believe, believe

[chorus 1: yb (chicago), fuzzy jones, & big sean]
o_o_o_o_o_okay
lamborghini mercy
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—)
i’m in that two_seat lambo’
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o_o_o_okay), she tryna jerk me (believe)
lamborghini mercy
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—)
i’m in that two_seat lambo’
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o_o_o_okay), she tryna jerk me
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—swerve)
i’m in that two_seat lambo’
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o_o_o_okay), she tryna jerk me (believe, woah)
lamborghini mercy
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—boy)
i’m in that two_seat lambo’ (boy)
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o—), she tryna jerk me (okay)

[verse 1: big sean, kanye west, big sean & kanye west, & yb (chicago)]
drop it to the flow, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
woah, make the ground move: that’s an ass_quake
built a house up on that ass: that’s an ass_state
roll_roll_roll my weed on it: that’s an ass_tray, say, ye
say, ye, don’t we do this e’ry day_day? (heh?)
i work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (heh?)
finally got paid, now, i need shade and a vacay
and n_ggas still hating
so much hate, i need a ak (ak)
now we out in pari’?
yeah, i’m perriering
white girls politic and that’s that sarah pelin
get_get_get_get_getting hot
californicating
i give her that d
’cause that’s where i was born and raised in (o_o_o_o_o_okay)

[chorus 2: yb (chicago), big sean, & fuzzy jones]
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—swerve)
i’m in that two_seat lambo’ (swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o_o_o_okay), she tryna jerk me (believe, swerve)
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—swerve)
i’m in that two_seat lambo’ (swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o—well—), she tryna jerk me (it is a—swerve)

[post_chorus 1: fuzzy jones & (big sean)]
weeping_and_a_moaning (swerve)
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it (swerve) is a weeping_and_a_mourning (swerve)
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it (swerve) is a when_it_comes_to_my_sound (swerve)
which_is_the_champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)

[verse 2: pusha t & (yb (chicago))]
yuck
it’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game, hoe
i’m red leather, this cocaine, i’m rick james, hoe
i’m bill_dropping, ms. pac_man, this pill_popping_ass hoe
i’m popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
all she want is some heel money
all she need is some bill money
he take his time, he counts it out
i weighs it up
that’s real money
check the neck
check the wrist
them heads turning: that’s exorcist
my audemar’ like mardi gra’
that’s swiss time, and that’s excellence
two_door
preference
roof gone, george jefferson
that white frost on that pound cake
so yo’ duncan hines is irrelevant, whoo
lambo’
murciè—
‘lago
she go wherever i go
wherever we go (o_o_o_o_o_okay), we do it pr_nto, it’s like—

[post_chorus 2: fuzzy jones & (big sean)]
weeping_and_a_moaning (swerve)
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it (swerve) is a weeping_and_a_mourning (swerve)
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it (swerve) is a when_it_comes_to_my_sound (swerve)
which_is_the_champion sound (swerve)
believe, believe (swerve)
believe, well, it (swerve) is a

[bridge: fuzzy jones]
weeping_and_a_moaning
and_a_gnashing_of t__th in the dancehall
and who no have t__th gwan rub ‘pon them gum’
cuh when it comes to my sound
which is the champion sound
the bugle has blown fi many time’
and it still have one more time left
cuh the amount of stripe weh deh ‘pon our shoulder

[verse 3: kanye west & (2 chainz)]
let the suicide doors up
i threw suicides on the tour bus
i threw suicides on the private jet
you know what that mean, i’m fly da death
i step in def jam building, like, “i’m the sh_t”
tell ’em gimme 50_million or i’ma quit
most rappers’ taste level ain’t at my waist level
turn up the base ’til it’s up_in_yo’_face level
don’t do no press, but
i get the most press, kid
plus, yo, my b_tch make yo’ b_tch look like precious
something ’bout mary, she gone off that molly
now the whole party is melting like dalí
now everybody
is moving they body
don’t sell me
apartment, i’ll move in the lobby (yeah)
n_ggas is loitering just to feel important
you gon’ see lawyers and n_ggas in jordans (2 chainz, okay, now)

[verse 4: 2 chainz, big sean, & yb (chicago)]
catch up da my campaign
coupe the color of mayonnaise
i’m drunk and high at the same time
drinking champagne on the airplane (tell ’em)
spit rounds like a gun range (bah)
beat it up like rampage
hunnid bands
cut cha girl, now your girl need a band_aid? (d_mn)
grade a
a1
chain the color of akon
black diamonds, backpack rhyming
co_signed by louie vuitton (yep)
horsepower
horsepower, all this polo on, i got horsepower
pound of this cost $4,000
now i make it rain, she want more showers
rain (rain)
pouring (pouring)
all my cars is foreign (foreign)
all my broads is foreign (foreign)
money tall like jordan (o_o_o_o_o_okay)

[chorus 2: yb (chicago), big sean, & fuzzy jones]
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—swerve)
i’m in that two_seat lambo’ (swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o_o_o_okay), she tryna jerk me (believe, swerve)
lamborghini mercy (swerve)
yo’ chick, she so thirsty (i_i—swerve)
i’m (believe) in that two_seat lambo’ (believe, swerve)
wit’ cho’ girl (o_o_o—believe, well—), she tryna jerk me (believe, it is a—swerve)

[outro: fuzzy jones]
weeping_and_a_moaning
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it is a weeping_and_a_mourning
and_a_gnashing_of t__th
it is a when_it_comes_to_my_sound
which_is_the_champion sound
believe, believe
believe, believe (‘eve, believe)

4. hit ’em up ft. 2pac, outlawz, hussein fatal, yaki kadafi, & e.d.i. mean 5:14

[intro: 2pac]
take money (westside)
bad boy k!llers (take money, you know)
you know who the realest is, n_ggas, we bring it too (take money, that’s aight, haha)
take money (haha)
first off

[verse 1: 2pac]
f_ck yo’ b_tch and the clique you claim
westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
you claim da be a player, but i f_cked cho’ wife
we bust on bad boys, n_ggas f_cked for life
plus, puffy tryna see me, weak hearts i rip
biggie smalls and junior m.a.f.i.a., some mark_ass b_tches
we keep on coming while we running for your jewels
steady_gunning, keep on busting at them fools
you know the rules
lil’ caesar, go ask your homie how i’ll leave ya, cut cha young ass up
leave you in pieces
now, be deceased
lil’ kim, don’t f_ck around wit’ real g’s
quick da sn_tch yo’ ugly ass off the streets
so, f_ck peace
i’ll let them n_ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the westside ride da night (haha)
bad boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f_ck with me and get cho’ caps peeled, ya know
see

[chorus 1: 2pac]
grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now ya ’bout da feel the wrath of a menace (uh_huh, yeah)
n_gga, i hit ’em up

[interlude: 2pac & hussein fatal]
check this out, chu motherf_ckers know what time it is (take money)
ion’t even know why i’m on this track (take money)
y’all n_ggas ain’t even on my level, i’ma let my lil’ homies ride (take money)
on you (ayo, ayo) b_tch_made_ass bad boy b_tches (hold the f_ck up, yeah, take money)
get out the way, yo

[verse 2: hussein fatal]
get out the way, yo
biggie smalls just got dropped
little mu’, pass the mac
and let me hit ’em in his back
frank white needs to get spanked right for setting traps, little accident murderer
and i ain’t never heard of ya
poisonous gats attack when i’m serving ya
spank ya, shank ya whole style when i gank
guard cha rank ’cause i’ma slam your ass in the paint
puffy weaker than the f_cking block i’m running through, n_gga
and i’m smoking junior m.a.f.i.a. in front of you, n_gga
with the ready power tucked in my guess under my eddie bauer
your clout petty, sour, i push packages every hour, hit ’em up

[chorus 2: 2pac]
grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but cha punks didn’t finish
now ya ’bout da feel the wrath of a menace (uh_huh, yeah)
n_gga, we hit ’em up

[verse 3: 2pac]
peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n_ggas getting k!lled wit’ cha mouths open
tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping
smoking dope, it’s like a sherm high, n_ggas think they learned a fly
but they burn, motherf_cker, you deserve da die
talking ’bout cha getting money, but it’s funny da me
all you n_ggas living bummy while you f_cking with me
i’m a self_made millionaire (‘naire)
thug living, out of prison, pistols in the air (air)
haha
biggie, remember when i used to let cha sleep on the couch
and begged a b_tch to let cha sleep in the house? uh
now it’s all about versace
you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me
i took it and smiled
now i’m ’bout da set the record straight
with my ak, i’m still the thug that cha love da hate
motherf_cker, i hit ’em up

[verse 4: yaki kadafi & (e.d.i. mean)]
i’m from n_e_w jers’ where plenty murders occurs
no points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
now, go check the scenario
little cease, i’ll bring you fake g’s to your knees, copping pleas in de janeiro
little kim, is you coked up or doped up?
get cha little junior whopper clique smoked up
what the f_ck, is you stupid?
i take money, crash, and mash through brooklyn
with my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
with 15_shot c_cked glock to your knot
outlaw mafia clique, moving up another notch
and your pop stars popped, get mopped and dropped
all your fake_ass east coast props brainstormed and locked (haha, you’s a)

[verse 5: e.d.i. mean]
beat biter, a pac_style taker
i’ll tell ya to your face, you ain’t sh_t but a faker
softer than alizé with a chaser
’bout da get murdered for the paper
e.d.i. mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with lil’ caesar in a choke, gun_toting smoke
we ain’t no motherf_cking joke, thug life, n_ggas better be knowing
we approaching in the wide open, gun_smoking
no need for hoping, it’s a battle lost
i got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
n_gga, i hit ’em up (up)

[outro: 2pac]
now, you tell me who won
i see them, they run, hehehe
they don’t wanna see us (take money)
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. clique_dressing up tryna be us (take money)
how the f_ck they gon’ be the mob when we always on our job? (take money) we millionaires
k!lling ain’t fair, but somebody gotta do it (take money)
oh, yeah, mobb deep, huh (take money)
you wanna f_ck with us?
you lil’ young_ass motherf_ckers (take money)
don’t one of you n_ggas got sickle_cell or something? (take money)
you’re f_cking with me, n_gga, you f_ck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
you better back the f_ck up ‘fore ya get smacked the f_ck up
this how we do it on our side
any of you n_ggas from new york that wanna bring it, bring it, but we ain’t singing
we bringing drama
f_ck you and yo’ motherf_cking mama
we gon’ k!ll all you motherf_ckers
now, when i came out, i told cha it was just about biggie
then everybody had a open they mouth with a motherf_cking opinion
well, this is how we gon’ do this:
f_ck mobb deep
f_ck biggie
f_ck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherf_cking crew
and if you wanna be down with bad boy
then f_ck you too
chino xl
f_ck you too
all you motherf_ckers
f_ck you too (take money)
take money (all of y’all motherf_ckers, f_ck you, die slow, motherf_cker)
my .40_fo’ make sure all y’all kids don’t grow
you motherf_ckers can’t be us or see us
we motherf_cking thug life ridahs, westside, ’til we die
out here in california, n_gga, we warned ya we’ll bomb on you motherf_ckers
we do our job
you think you mob? n_gga, we the motherf_cking mob
ain’t none’ but k!llers and the real n_ggas, all you motherf_ckers feel us
our sh_ts go triple and four_quadruple (four_quadruple, take money)
you n_ggas laugh ’cause our staff got
guns in they motherf_ckers’ belts
you know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
you n_ggas can’t feel it
we the realest
f_ck ’em
we bad boy k!llers (we k!llers)

5. all me ft. drake, 2 chainz, & big sean 4:32

[chorus 1: drake & 2 chainz]
got everything, i got everything
i cannot complain, i cannot
i don’t even know how much i really made, i forgot
it’s a lot
f_ck that, never mind what i got
n_gga, don’t watch that ’cause i—
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me (yeah)
no help, that’s all me
all me for real (for real)
came up, that’s all me (haha)
stay true, that’s all me (2 chainz)
no help (2 chainz), that’s all me
all me for real

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
money on my mind? you should think the same
j’s on (yeah)
pinky ring
d_gg_ng these hoes, i need quarantine
in the same league, but we_on’t ball the same
oh
she want all the fame (want all the fame)
i hear that sh_t all the time (all the time)
she said she love me
i said, “baby girl, fall in line”, okay
made a
million
off a
dinner
fork
watch me switch it up
walked in:
“ill n_gga alert
ill n_gga alert” (d_mn)
you need that work? i got that work, got b_tches in my condo (no)
just bought a shirt that cost a mercedes_benz car note (tell ’em)
from the a to toronto, we let the metal go off
and my d_ck
so hard, it make the metal detector go off
this that sauce
this that dressing
givenchy
n_gga, god bless you
if having a bad b_tch was a crime, i’d be arrested (true, be arrested)

[chorus 1: drake]
got everything, i got everything
i cannot complain, i cannot
i don’t even know how much i really made, i forgot, it’s a lot
f_ck that, never mind what i got
n_gga, don’t watch that ’cause i—
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me
all me for real (for real)
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me
all me for (i) real (touched down in ’86)

[verse 2: drake]
knew i was the man by the age of six
i even f_cked the girl that used to babysit
but that was years later on some crazy sh_t, i heard cha new sh_t
n_gga hated it
damon wayans, homie, don’t play that sh_t
i get paid a lot, chu get paid a bit
and my latest sh_t is like a greatest hits, godd_mn
ain’t no wishing over on this side
y’all_on’t f_ck with us, then we_on’t f_ck wit’ ch’all
it’s no different over on this side, godd_mn
should i listen a everybody or myself?
’cause myself just told myself:
“you’re the motherf_cking man, you_on’t need no help”
cashing checks, and i’m bigging up my chest
y’all keep talking ’bout who next, but i’m about as big as it gets
i swear y’all just wasting y’all breath
i’m the light_skinned keith sweat
i’ma make it last forever
it’s not cho’ turn ’cause i ain’t done yet
look, just understand that i’m on a roll like cottonelle
i was made for all of this sh_t
and i’m on the road, box office sales
i’m getting paid for all of this sh_t
ask you da please excuse my table manners
i was making room for the table dancers
’cause if we judging off your advances
then i just got paid like eight advances, godd_mn

[chorus 2: drake & (big sean)]
got everything, i got everything
i cannot complain, i cannot
i don’t even know how much i really made, i forgot, it’s a lot
f_ck that, never mind what i got
n_gga, don’t watch that ’cause i—
came up, that’s all me
stay true, that’s all me
no help, that’s all me
all me for real
came up, that’s all me
stay true (god), that’s all me

[verse 3: big sean & big sean]
hoe, shut the f_ck up
i got way too much on my mental
i learn from what i’ve been through
i’m finna do what i didn’t do
and still waking up like the rent’s due (god)
not complicated, it’s simple
i got s_xy ladies, a whole benz_full (skrrt)
and, to them hoes, i’m e’rything
e’rything but gentle
but i still take my time (time)
man, i guess i’m just old fashioned
wearing retro sh—, that’s old fashion
n_gga, see what i’m saying, no closed caption
i paint pics, see the sh_t
good s_x, need a hit
keep a broad on the flo’ year ’round like season tickets, i plead the fifth
drink a fifth
load the .9, leave ya split
in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
my new girl is on glee and sh_t
prolly making mo’ money than me and sh_t
i swear da god i got 99 problems, but a b_tch ain’t one (no)
i got 99 problems, getting rich ain’t one (no)
like i got trust issues
i’m sorry for the people i’ve pushed out
i’m the type da have a bullet_proof condom
and still gotta pull out
but that’s just me, and i ain’t perfect
i ain’t a saint, but i am worth it
if it’s one thing, i am worth it
n_ggas still hating, but it ain’t working (ain’t working)
lil’ b_tch (b_tch)

6. no problem ft. chance the rapper, lil wayne, & 2 chainz 5:06

[intro: chance the rapper]
yep (yep)
i
if one more label try da stop me
it’s gon’ be some dread_head n_ggas in your lobby
huh, huh

[chorus 1: chance the rapper]
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha
just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
there go chano riding through the streets, they be like, “there he go”
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha
just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
there go chano riding through the streets, they be like, “there he go”

[verse 1: chance the rapper & chance the rapper & lil wayne]
ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hand
counting benji’ while we meeting, make ’em shake my other hand
huh, milly_rocking, scooping all them blessings out my lap
b_tch, i know you tried a cheat, you shoulda never took a nap
hey
f_ck wrong wit’ chu? what chu were thinking?
f_ck you thought it wa’?
you talk that talk that make a lame_a’ n_gga fall in love
not me, though
b_tch, you can keep those
bruh, i’m at cha head like craig did deebo
don’t tweak, bro
it’s never sweet, hoe
my shooters come for free, so if one more label try da stop me
it’s gon’ be some dread_head n_ggas in your lobby
huh, huh

[chorus 2: chance the rapper & 2 chainz]
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (you, bih, don’t)
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha (yep)
pull up (i) in the new (i) thing (i), i’m like: (i)
“you_on’t want (i) no problem (i), want no (i) problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih (yep)
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh
haha (yeah)
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih (yep)
you_on’t want no problem (buck), want no problem wit’ (i) me, huh (i)
haha (i, i, i, i, i, i, 2 chainz)
they be like, “there he go” (you old 2 chainz, there he go)

[verse 2: 2 chainz & chance the rapper]
petey pablo, take your shirt off
wave ’round your head like a helicopter
i ain’t put enough weed in the blunt
all ya do is smoke tobacco
where the h_ll ya get that from?
yeezy said he ain’t made them
my nig’ chasing bounty hunters
and getting chased by their baby mamas (tell ’em)
my first tat was on my stomach
got a pocket full of money (money)
and a mind full of ideas
some of this sh_t may sound weird
inside of the maybach
look like it came out of ikea
run sh_t like diarrhea (true)
big yacht, no power_steering (yeah, ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
aye, aye, captain (aye, aye, captain, ooh)
i’m high, captain (i’m high, captain, a_alright)
i’m so high (i’m so high)
me and god dapping (alright, ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
this i’ my blessing (yeah)
this i’ my passion
school of hard knocks
i took night classes

[chorus 3: 2 chainz & chance the rapper, chance the rapper, & 2 chainz]
you_on’t (don’t) want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
bih (yeah)
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem (yeah) wit’ me, huh
haha (yep)
pull up (i) in the new (i) thing (i), i’m like: (i, i, i, i, i)
they be like, “there he go”

[verse 3: lil wayne & (chance the rapper)]
uh
i got problems bigger than thee boys
yeah
my deposits, they be on steroids
lord
free the carter, n_ggas need the carter
sacrificing everything, i feel like jesus carter
hold up
i got this sewed up
my soda po’d up
my woes up
i’m flipping those bucks, they doing toe tucks
i rolled up
and let the smoke puff
i lay down, toes up
hold up
get too choked up when i think of old stuff
move on
put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
in the streets, my face a coupon, her p_ssy too warm
all these b_tches come da do harm, just bought a new charm
f_ck the watch, i buy a new arm, you lukewarm
i’m uncle luke with the hoes, pretty b_tches, centerfolds
tippy toes around my crib, in they ropes just they ropes
half_a_milli’ in the safe, another in the pillowcase
codeine got me moving slower than a caterpillar race (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
f_ck wrong wit’ chu? what chu were thinking?
what cha thought it was?
i just popped five percocets and only caught a buzz
and if that label try da stop me
there gon’ be some crazy weezy fans waiting in the lobby
mula, baby

[chorus 4: chance the rapper, lil wayne, & chance the rapper & lil wayne]
you_on’t want no problem (yeah), want no problem wit’ me (you don’t want—bih—no problem)
you_on’t want no problem (no), want no problem wit’ me, huh (problem wit’—haha, me)
just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
there go chano riding through (yeah) the streets, they be like, “there he go”
you_on’t (don’t) want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (problem wit’—bih, me)
you_on’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me, huh (problem wit’—haha, me)
just another day (they say so), had a pick up all the mayo (riding with the payo)
there go chano riding through the streets, they be like, “there he go” (ooh)

[outro: lil wayne, chance the rapper, & chance the rapper & lil wayne]
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (ooh_ooh_ooh)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (ooh_ooh_ooh, wit’ my—)
you don’t want no problem (they say so), want no problem wit’ me (riding with the payo)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (they be like, “there he go”, oh, no_oh_oh_oh)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me (oh, no_oh_oh_oh_oh_oh_oh)
you don’t want no problem, want no problem wit’ me
they say so, riding with the payo
yeah
they be like, “there he go”
there he go

7. birthday song ft. 2 chainz & kanye west 5:08

[intro: 2 chainz]
yeah (yeah)
birthday
it’s your birthday (if i die)
hah (bury me inside)
uh (the louie sto’)
uh

[chorus: 2 chainz]
they a’ me what i do and who i do it fo’ (yeah)
and how i come up with this sh_t up in the studio (yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the gucci sto’ (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the louie sto’ (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe (yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe (2 chainz, chainz)

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
she got a big booty, so i call her, “big booty” (booty)
skrrt, skrrt
wrists moving, cooking, getting to it (cooking)
i’m in the kitchen (i’m in the kitchen)
yams everywhere (yams)
ju’ made a juug (ju’ made a juug)
i got bands everywhere (bands)
you the reale’ n_gga breathing if i hold my breath (d_mn)
referee
with a whistle, brrt
hold this tech (bah)
extendo clip (extendo clip)
extendo roll (extendo roll)
when yo’ girl leave me, she need a hair salon (tell ’em)
hair_hair weave k!ller going on a trapathon (yeah)
see, i done had mo’ bombs
than pakistan (boom)
dope bomb, dro bomb, and a pill bomb (bomb)
see, n_gga
i’m balling, you in will call (true)
when i die
bury me inside the jewelry sto’ (2 chainz)
when i die
bury me inside the truey sto’ (true)
true to my religion, two everything, i’m too different
so when i die
bury me
next to two b_tches (two b_tches)

[verse 2: kanye west]
ah, yeezy, yeezy, how you do it, huh?
it’s my birthday, i deserve da be greedy, huh?
she holding out, she ain’t giving to the needy, huh?
you go downstairs and fall asleep with the tv on
y’all been a ‘gether ten years, you deserve a ménage
‘specially if you put that bmw in a garage
‘specially if you paid a couple payments on her mama crib
went to her niece’s graduation, man, i hate those kids
last birthday, she got chu a new sweater
put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “do better”
she said, “how ’bout i get chu jewelry from the west end?”
how ’bout she hit the westin and get her best friend?
hah
i’m joking
i’m just serious
i asked her:
“don’t be acting
like no actress
if we preaching
then we practice
don’t be reaching
don’t be touching sh_t
we in kanye west’s benz
’cause i will turn you back to a pedestrian
heh?”

[chorus: 2 chainz & kanye west]
they a’ me what i do and who i do it fo’ (woah, yeah)
and how i come up with this sh_t up in the studio (woah, yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the gucci sto’ (tell ’em)
when i die
bury me inside the louie sto’ (true)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe (yeah)
all i want for my birthday is a big_booty hoe

[bridge: 2 chainz & 2 chainz & kanye west]
it’s your birthday (yeah)
it’s your birthday (uh)
bad b_tch contest, you in first place
you in first place
you in first place
bad b_tch contest, you in first place (tell ’em)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & kanye west]
i show up with a check
to your workplace (uh)
then hand the valet the keys to the merces (d_mn)
tell the dj play yo’ song, this sh_t come on (uh, this sh_t come on)
what i’m seeing from the back? i can’t front on (get cha front on)
they ask me what i do and who i do it fo’ (uh)
when i die
bury me inside the booty_club (true)
get it, girl, get it, girl, get it, get it, girl (get it)
i might switch it up
and get cha girl (uh)

[outro 1: 2 chainz]
deuce and ye (deuce and ye)
we like snoop and dre (and dre)
ain’t this yo’ birthday, baby? (baby)
you deserve a coupe da day
woah (woah)

[instrumental]

[outro 2: kanye west]
you in first place
you in first place
bad b_tch contest, you in first place (place)

8. changes ft. talent & 2pac 4:30

[intro: talent & 2pac]
ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh
yeah (ooh)
come on, come on (i see no changes)

[verse 1: 2pac & (talent)]
wake up in the morning and i ask myself:
“is life worth living? should i blast myself?” (ooh, yeah)
i’m tired of being poor and, even worse, i’m black
my stomach hurts, so i’m looking for a purse to sn_tch
cops give a d_mn about a negro
pull the trigger, k!ll a n_gga, he’s a hero
“give the crack to the kids, who the h_ll cares?
one less hungry mouth on the welfare”
first, ship ’em dope and let ’em deal da brothers
give ’em guns, step back, watch ’em k!ll each other
“it’s time da fight back”, that’s what huey said
two shots in the dark, now huey’s dead (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
i got love for my brother (oh_oh_oh_oh)
but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
we gotta start making changes
learn a see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
and that’s how it’s supposed to be
how can the devil take a brother if he’s close to me?
uh (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh, oh_oh_oh_oh)
i’d love da go back to when we played as kids
but things change
and that’s the way it is

[chorus 1: talent & 2pac]
come on, come on
that’s just the way it is
changes
things’ll never be the same
that’s just the way it is (that’s the way it is, what?)
aw, yeah_yeah (hear me)
oh, my (come on), oh (come on), my
that’s just the way it is (that’s just the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah)
that’s just the way it is (way it is)
aw, yeah (come on, come on)
i see no changes (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)

[verse 2: 2pac & talent]
all i see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races (ooh, yeah), we under (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
i wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let’s erase the wasted
take the evil out the people (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh), they’ll be acting right
’cause both black and white are smoking crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we k!ll each other (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh, k!ll each other)
it takes sk!ll to be real, time da heal each other (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
and although it seems heaven_sent
we ain’t ready da see a black president (oh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
uh
it ain’t a secret, don’t conceal the fact
the penitentiary’s packed
and it’s filled with blacks (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
but some things will never change (never change)
try da show another way, but cha staying in the dope game (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
now, tell me, what’s a mother da do?
being real don’t appeal to the brother in you
yeah (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
you gotta operate the easy way
“i made a g today”, but cha made it in a sleazy way (ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
selling crack to the kids (oh_oh), “i gotta get paid” (oh)
well, hey
well, that’s the way it is

[chorus 2: talent & 2pac]
come on, come on
that’s just the way it is
changes
things’ll never be the same
that’s just the way it is (that’s the way it is, what?)
aw, yeah_yeah (hear me)
oh, my (come on), oh (come on), my
that’s just the way it is (that’s just the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah)
that’s just the way it is (way it is)
aw, yeah (aw, yeah, aw, yeah)
we gotta make a change

[interlude: 2pac]
it’s time for us as a people da start making some changes
let’s change the way we eat
let’s change the way we live
and let’s change the way we treat each other
you see, the old way wasn’t working
so it’s on us to do what we gotta do to survive
and, still, i see no changes

[verse 3: 2pac & (talent)]
can’t a brother get a little peace?
it’s war on the streets and the war in the middle east (ooh, yeah)
instead of war on poverty
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
and i ain’t never did a crime i ain’t have to do
but now i’m back with the facts (ooh), giving it back to you
don’t let ’em jack you up, back you up
crack you up and pimp_smack you up
you gotta learn a hold cha own
they get jealous when they see ya wit’ cha mobile phone
but tell the cops they can’t touch this
i don’t trust this, when they try da rush, i bust this
that’s the sound of my tool, you say it ain’t cool
my mama (oh) didn’t raise no fool
and as long as i stay black, i gotta stay strapped
and i never get to lay back
’cause i always gotta worry ’bout the payback
some buck that i roughed up way back
coming back after all these years
“rat_a_tat_tat_tat_tat”, that’s the way it is

[chorus 3: talent & 2pac]
uh
that’s just the way it is (just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah)
things’ll never be the same (cheah)
that’s just the way it is (the way it is)
aw, yeah (some things will never change, oh, my, i’m tryna make a change)
you’re my brother, you’re my sister, yeah (that’s just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is)
things’ll never be the same (you’re my brother, you’re my sister)
that’s just the way it is
aw, yeah (some things’ll never change)

9. no lie ft. mike will made_it, 2 chainz, & drake 3:58

[intro: mike will made_it & 2 chainz]
ear drummers
mike will made_it (mike will made_it)
(yeah)
(true)
(2 chainz)
i am smoking on that gas (gas)

[verse 1: 2 chainz & drake]
life should be on cinemax (cinemax)
movie (movie)
bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass (uh)
who he’s?
not i, i smoke strong, that popeye
louie v’s in my archives (archives)
black diamonds, apartheid (d_mn, ‘partheid)
bread up and my top down (down)
on the block with a block out (uh)
hit cha ass with that bla_kow
dope enough da go in yo’ nostril (yeah)
i take your girl and kidnap her (nap her)
feed her to my mattress (mattress)
a skeleton in my closet (closet)
it proll’ one dee dead_a’ rappers (tell ’em)
it proll’ one dee p_ssy_a’ n_ggas (n_gga)
don’t try me, i’ll pull that trigger (bah)
got cha car note in my cup (cup)
and your rent in my swisher (true)
that p_ss’ so good, i miss ya (miss ya)
head game’s so vicious (vicious)
and all i get is cheese (cheese)
like i’m taking pictures (uh, yeah)

[chorus: drake & (2 chainz)]
i say, “f_ck ya, ‘less i’m wit’ cha
if i take you out of the picture, i know real n_ggas won’t miss ya
no lie, no lie, no lie_ee_i_ee_i
no lie, no lie, no lie_ee_i_ee_i”
real n_ggas say, “word (word)
ye’ ain’t never told no lie
ye’ ain’t never told no lie”
real n_ggas say, “word (word)
ye’ ain’t never told no lie
ye’ ain’t never told no lie”
real n_ggas say, “true (true)
ye’ ain’t never told no lie
ye’ ain’t never told no lie”
that’s a thing i don’t do
nah, i just do it for the n_ggas
that are tryna see a million ‘fore they die
what up?

[verse 2: drake & 2 chainz]
2 chainz and champagne, you want true? that’s true enough (yeah)
forbes list like e’ry year, my office is my tour bus (tell ’em)
she came through, she brought food, she got f_cked, she knew wassup
she think i’m the realest out and i say, “d_mn, that makes two of us” (d_mn)
aw, that look like what’s her name (what’s her name?)
chances are it’s what’s her name (what’s her name?)
chances are if she was acting up, then i f_cked her once and never f_cked again (true)
she could have a grammy, i still treat her ass like a nominee
just need a know what that p_ssy like so one time is fine wit’ me (yeah)
young as an intern (intern)
but money like i built the sh_t
streets talking, they confirm
go ask them who just k!lled the sh_t
stay keeping my cup full so i’m extra charged like a state tax
me and chainz go way back, we don’t talk sh_t, we just state facts
yes, lord (yes, lord)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & drake]
name a n_gga that want some’, i’ll out_rap his ass, out_trap his ass (uh)
put his ass in a plastic bag with he trash’_a’ (trash’_a’)
take him out (yeah, take him out)
bring ’em in, them whole things (them whole things)
2pac without a nose ring (a nose ring)
thug life (thug life)
one wife, a mistress, and a girlfriend
i did what they say i wouldn’t (tell ’em)
went where they say i couldn’t (true)
ysl belt buckle
y’all n_ggas sure i’ looking (sure i’ looking)
y’all n_ggas sure is lucky (sure i’ lucky)
two chains on my rugby
left hand on that steering wheel (steering wheel)
right hand on that p_ssy (yeah)
uh (uh)

[outro: 2 chainz]
(word)
(word)
(true)

10. keep ya head up ft. 2pac & dave hollister 4:24

[intro: 2pac]
lil’ some’ for my godson elijah
and a lil’ girl named corin
some say the blacker the berry

[verse 1: 2pac & dave hollister]
the sweeter the juice, i say the darker the flesh
then the deeper the roots (oh)
i give a holla to my sisters on welfare, 2pac cares
if don’t n0body else care (oh)
and, uh
i know they like da beat cha down a lot
when you come around the block, brothers clown a lot
but please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
forgive, but don’t forget, girl, keep ya head up
and when he tells ya you ain’t nutting, don’t believe him
and if he can’t learn a love ya, you should leave him
’cause, sister, you don’t need him
and i ain’t tryna gas ya up, i just call ’em how i see ’em (you don’t need him)
you know what makes me unhappy? (what’s that?)
when brothers make babies
and leave a young mother da be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and since we all came from a woman
got our name from a woman and our game from a (yeah)
woman (yeah)
i wonder why we take from our women
why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (why? why? why? why? why? why?)
i think it’s time da k!ll for our women, time da heal our women
be real to our women
and if we don’t, we’ll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies
that make the babies (oh, yeah_yeah)
and since a man can’t make one
he has no right da tell a woman when and where to create one
so, will the real men get up?
i know you’re fed up, ladies
but keep ya head up (keep your head up)

[chorus: dave hollister & 2pac]
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep_keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (oh_oh_oh, oh, keep your head up)
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (keep_keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (ayo, i remember marvin gaye)

[verse 2: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
used to sing da me
he had me feeling like black was the thing da be
and, suddenly, the ghetto didn’t seem so tough
and though we had it rough, we always had enough
i huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules, ran with the local crew
and had a smoke or two
i realize mama really paid the price, she nearly gave her life
to raise me right (oh, yeah_yeah)
and all i had a give her was my pipe dream
of how i’d rock the mic and make it to the bright screen
i’m tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents
it’s hard a be legit and still pay your rent
and in the end, it seems i’m heading for the pen’
i try da find my friends, but they’re blowing in the wind
last night, my buddy lost his whole family
it’s gonna take the man in me da conquer this insanity (oh, no, no, no)
it seems the rain’ll never let up
i try da keep my head up and still keep from getting wet up, huh
you know, it’s funny, when it rains, it pours
they got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor
said it ain’t no hope for the youth
and the truth is it ain’t no hope for the future
and then they wonder why we crazy, huh
i blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
we ain’t meant da survive ’cause it’s a set_up
and even though you’re fed up, huh
you got to keep ya head up (keep your head up)

[chorus: dave hollister & 2pac]
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(keep_keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (oh_oh_oh, oh, keep your head up)
ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(keep_keep your head up)
ooh, child, things’ll get brighter (and, uh, to all the ladies having babies on they own)

[verse 3: 2pac & (dave hollister)]
i know it’s kinda rough and you’re feeling all alone
daddy’s long gone and he left ya by your lonesome
thank the lord for my kids even if n0body else want ’em
’cause i think we can make it, in fact, i’m sure
and if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (oh_oh)
’cause ain’t nutting worse than when your son
wants to know why his daddy don’t love him no mo’
you can’t complain, you was dealt this h_ll of a hand
without a man, feeling helpless (i know you were)
because there’s too many things for you da deal with
dying inside, but, outside, chu’re looking fearless
while the tears is rolling down your cheeks
you’re steady hoping things don’t all fall this week (yeah)
’cause if it did, chu couldn’t take it (yeah), and don’t blame me
i was given this world, i didn’t make it (oh, yeah)
and now my son’s getting older and older and cold
from having the world on his shoulders
while the rich kids is driving benz
i’m still tryna hold on to surviving friends (oh, yeah)
and it’s crazy, it seems it’ll never let up
but, huh, please
you got to keep ya head up

11. i’m different ft. 2 chainz & yg 3:28

[intro: 2 chainz & yg]
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
2 chainz (2 chainz, mustard on the beat, hoe)

[chorus: 2 chainz]
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
middle finger up to my competition
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (yeah)
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (yeah)
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (true)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
pull up to the scene, but my roof gone (roof gone)
when i leave the scene, bet cha boo gone (boo gone)
and i beat the p_ssy like a new song (boom)
2 chainz, but i got me a few on (tell ’em)
everything hot, skip lukewarm (uh)
tell shawty bust it open, uncle luke on
got the present for the present and a gift wrapping
ion’t feel good, but my trigger hap’ (bah)
bet the stripper hap’
bet they wish they had
and i wish a n_gga would, like a kitchen cab’
and me and you are cut from a different fabric
i f_cked her so good, it’s a bad hab’ (d_mn)
b_tch, sit down, you got a bad atti’
gave her the wrong number and a bad addy (true)
you ain’t going nowhere like a bad navi’
ass so big, i told her, “look back at it (woah)
look back at it (woah)
look back at it” (woah)
then i put a fat rabbit on the craftmatic
i am so high
attic
i am so high, like a
addict

[chorus: 2 chainz]
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
middle finger up to my competition
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (yeah)
i’m different, yeah, i’m different (uh)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
2 chainz, got cha girl on the celly
and when i get off the celly, i made her meet at the telly
when she meet at the telly, i put it straight in her belly
when it go in the belly, it ain’t sh_t you can tell me, uh (uh)
hair long (long)
money long (yeah)
me and broke n_ggas, we don’t get along (nah)
hair long (long)
money long (yeah)
me and broke n_ggas, we don’t get along (tell ’em)
i paid a thousand dollars for my sneakers
‘ye tol’ ya
“a hunnid k for a feature”
“ee_err, ee_err”
sound of the bed (bed)
beat it up, beat it up
then, i get some head (head)
well, i might get some head, then, i beat it up
ion’t give a f_ck, switch it up
n_gga, live it up (up)
yeah, it’s going down, so, get_get up (up)
might valet_park a brinks truck
(uh)

[break: yg]
mustard on the beat, hoe (mustard on the beat, hoe)

[chorus: 2 chainz]
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing?)
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
middle finger up to my competition
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
i’m different, yeah, i’m different
pull up to the scene wit’ my ceiling missing (ceiling missing)

12. dear mama ft. 2pac, reggie green, & sweet franklin 4:40

[intro: 2pac]
you are appreciated
when i was young

[verse 1: 2pac]
me and my mama had beef
17 years old, kicked out on the streets
though back at the time i never thought i’d see her face
ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place
suspended from school
and scared a go home
i was a fool, with the big boys breaking all the rules
i shed tears wit’ my baby sister
over the years, we was poorer than the other little kids
and even though we had different daddies
the same drama, when things went wrong, we’d blame mama
i reminisce on the stress i caused
it was h_ll
hugging on my mama from a jail cell
and, who’d think in elementary
hey, i’d see the penitentiary
one day?
and running from the police, that’s right
mama catch me, put a whooping to my backside
and even as a crack fiend, mama
you always was a black queen, mama
i finally understand
for a woman, it ain’t easy
tryna raise a man
you always was committed
a poor single mother on welfare
tell me how ya did it, there’s no way i can pay ya back
but the plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 1: reggie green & sweet franklin & 2pac]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya?
now

[verse 2: 2pac]
ain’t n0body tell us it was fair
no love for my daddy, ’cause the coward wasn’t there
he passed away and i didn’t cry
’cause my anger
wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
they say i’m wrong and i’m heartless
but all along, i was looking for a father, he was gone
i hung around with the thugs
and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother love
i moved out and started really hanging
i needed money of my own, so i started slanging
i ain’t guilty, ’cause
even though i sell rocks
it feels good putting money in your mailbox
i love paying rent when the rent is due
i hope ya got the diamond necklace that i sent to you
’cause when i was low, you was there for me
you never left me alone, because you cared for me
and i could see you coming home after work late
you’re in the kitchen, tryna fix us a hot plate
you just working with the scr_ps you was given
and mama made miracles every thanksgiving
but now the road got rough, you’re alone
you’re tryna raise two bad kids on your own
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 2: reggie green & sweet franklin & 2pac]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya?
pour out some liquor and i reminisce

[verse 3: 2pac]
’cause through the drama, i can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i’m hopeless
you say the words that can get me back in focus
when i was sick as a little kid
to keep me happy, there’s no limit to the things you did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all the sweet things you did for me
and even though i act crazy
i gotta thank the lord that cha made me
there are no words that can express how i feel
you never kept a secret
always stayed real
and i appreciate how ya raised me
and all the extra love that cha gave me
i wish i could take the pain away
if you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day
everything will be alright if you hold on
it’s a struggle every day, gotta roll on
and there’s no way i can pay ya back
but my plan is to show ya that i understand
you are appreciated

[chorus 3: reggie green & sweet franklin & (2pac)]
lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady
place no one above ya (you are appreciated), sweet lady
don’t cha know we love ya? sweet (dear mama) lady, lady

[outro: 2pac & (reggie green & sweet franklin)]
dear mama (lady, lady)

13. beez in the trap ft. nicki minaj & 2 chainz 4:30

[intro: nicki minaj]
yo (yo)
man (man)
man (man)
uh (uh)

[chorus: nicki minaj]
b_tches ain’t sh_t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf_ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap
b_tches ain’t sh_t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf_ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap (uh), bee_beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap (man, i’ve been did that)

[verse 1: nicki minaj]
man, i’ve been popped off
and if she ain’t tryna give it up, she get dropped off
let me bust that u_ie
b_tch, bust that open
might spend a couple thou’ just to bust that open
rip it off, no joking, like your name hulk hogan
n_ggas move weight in the south, but live in hoboken
b_tch, i spit that crack
like i’m in that trap
so if you need a hit, then i’m with that bat (bah)

[chorus: nicki minaj & (2 chainz)]
b_tches ain’t sh_t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf_ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap
b_tches ain’t sh_t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf_ckers can’t tell me nothing (true)
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap (yeah)
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap (2 chainz, okay, now)

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
nicki, nicki, nicki
put it in your kidney
got a new ls 450, ain’t no keys in this doohickey
if i weren’t rapping, i’d be trapping
if i weren’t trapping, i’d be pimping
if i weren’t pimping, i’d be getting it
period
i don’t smoke no bobby, but my denim be from ricky (ricky)
got cha girl on molly, and we smoking loud and drinking (drinking)
got my top back so you can see what i’ve been thinking (thinking)
i—if you know me, then you know i’ve been thinking franklin (franklin)
money (money)
thousands (thousands)
true religion trousers (tell ’em)
got a private home, started from them public houses (d_mn)
hair weave k!ller (k!ller)
causing her arousal (true)
audi a8, told them, “outtie $5,000”
uh (uh)

[chorus: nicki minaj]
b_tches ain’t sh_t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf_ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap
b_tches ain’t sh_t and they ain’t saying nothing
a hunnid motherf_ckers can’t tell me nothing
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap
i beez in the trap, bee_beez in the trap

[bridge: nicki minaj]
d_mn, d_mn, what they say about me?
ion’t know, man, f_ck is on your biscuit
if i get hit, swinging on a big b_tch
ion’t know, man, i’m sh_tting on your whole life
d_mn, d_mn, what they say about me?
ion’t know, man, f_ck is on your biscuit
if i get hit, swinging on a big b_tch
ion’t know, man, i’m sh_tting on your whole life

[verse 3: nicki minaj]
man, i’m out in a_town
then i’m up in chi_town or miami shutting it down
it’s that new orleans
it’s la or the bay
it’s new york, philly, and the whole dmv
i’m a detroit player, man, it’s north_south cack
ohio, pittsburgh, got st. louis on deck
it’s delaware, connecticut, it’s new jersey got h_lla bricks
it’s queens, brooklyn, and, yeah, they wilding
bronx, harlem, and staten island

14. california love ft. roger troutman, dr. dre, & 2pac 4:46

[intro: roger troutman]
california love, we_ooh
california

[chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party
california
knows how da party
in the city
of l.a.
in the city of good ol’ watts
in the city
city of compton
we keep it rocking
we keep it rocking (ooh, now, let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west)

[verse 1: dr. dre & roger troutman]
a state that’s untouchable like eliot ness
the track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of s_x
we in that sunshine state where the bomb_ass hemp be
the state where you never find a dance floor empty
and pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money_making_machines serving fiends
i’ve been in the game for ten years making rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearing sassoon
now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
diamonds shining, looking like i robbed liberace
it’s all good, from diego to the bay
your city is the bomb if your city making pay (uh)
throw up a finger if you feel the same way
dre putting it down for californ_i_a (california, california)

[chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party (knows how to party)
california (west coast)
knows how da party (yes, they do, that’s right)
in the city
of l.a. (city of l.a., los angeles, yeah)
in the city of good ol’ watts (good ol’ watts)
in the city
city of compton (city of compton)
we keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
we keep it rocking (come on, come on, come on, yeah, now, make it shake, come on)

[post_chorus: roger troutman, dr. dre, & 2pac]
shake it, shake it, baby (come on, come on, come on)
shake, shake it (shake it, baby)
shake, shake it, mama (come on, come on, come on)
shake it, cali (come on, come on, shake it, cali)
shake it (we don’t care), shake it, baby (baby, right, that’s right, uh)
shake it, shake it (shake, shake, shake, shake)
shake it, shake it, mama (shake, shake it, shake, shake)
shake it, cali (shake it now, out on bail)

[verse 2: 2pac, dr. dre, & roger troutman]
fresh out of jail, california dreaming
soon as i step on the scene, i’m hearing hoochies screaming
fiending for money and alcohol
the life of a westside player where cowards die and the strong ball
only in cali, where we riot, not rally, to live and die
in l.a., we wearing chucks, not ballys (yeah, that’s right, uh)
dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
flossing, but have caution, we collide with other crews
famous because we throw grams
worldwide, let ’em recognize from long beach to rosecrans
bumping_and_grinding like a slow jam
it’s westside, so ya know the row won’t bow down to no man
say what cha say, but give me that bomb beat from dre
let me serenade the streets of l.a.
from oakland a sac_town, the bay area and back down
cali is where they put they mack down, give me love (california, california)

[chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
knows how da party (ain’t no stopping)
california (do_do_do_do_do)
knows how da party (come on, baby)
in the city (south central)
of l.a. (l.a.)
in the city of good ol’ watts (that’s right)
in the city
city of compton (yep, yep)
we keep it rocking (keep it rocking)
we keep it rocking (yeah, yeah, now, make it shake, uh)

[post_chorus: roger troutman & dr. dre]
shake, shake it, baby (uh, shake)
shake, shake it (uh, yeah, shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it, mama (yeah)
shake it, cali (shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, cali)
shake it, shake it (uh, uh)
shake it, shake it, mama (west coast)
shake it, cali (uh)

[outro: dr. dre, 2pac, & roger troutman]
yeah, uh
uh, long beach in the house, uh, yeah
oaktown
oakland definitely in the house (heh, hehehehehe)
frisco, frisco (cheah)
hey, ya know l.a. up in this
pasadena, where you at?
yeah, inglewood
inglewood always up to no good
even hollywood are tryna get a piece, baby
sacramento, sacramento, where you at? uh, yeah
throw it up, y’all, throw it up, throw it up
i can’t see ya
california love
let’s show these fools how we do it on this westside
’cause you and i know it’s the best side

15. we own it (fast & furious) ft. wiz khalifa & 2 chainz 3:48

[intro: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
it’s young khalifa, man (man)
2 chain’ (chain’)

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
money’s the motivation, money’s the conversation
you on vacation, we getting paid, so
we on paycation, i did it for the fam
it’s whatev’ we had a do, it just who i am
yeah (yeah)
it’s the life i chose (it’s the life i chose)
gunshots in the dark, one eye closed (bah)
and we got it cooking like a one_eyed stove
you can catch me kissing my girl with both eye’ closed (true), yeah
perfecting my passion, thanks for asking
couldn’t slow down, so we had a crash it
you used plastic, we ’bout cash
i see some people ahead that we gon’ pass, yeah (yeah)

[pre_chorus: wiz khalifa]
i never feared death or dying (whoop)
i only fear never trying (whoop)
i am whatever i am
only god can judge me now

[chorus: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
one (one)
shot
everything rides on to— (to—)
‘night
even if i’ve got three (three)
strikes
i’ma go for it
this moment (‘ment)
we own it (yeah)
and (and)
i’m
not da be played wit’
be— (be—)
’cause
it can get dangerous
see (see)
these people i ride wit’?
this moment (uh)
we own it

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
and the same ones that i ride wit’
be the same ones that i die wit’
put it all out on the line wit’
if ya looking for me, you can find wi’
in a new car or the crowd wit’
my new broad, that’s a fine chick
ain’t no other squad i’m down wit’
ain’t no way around it
what cha say? tell me what cha say
working hard, repping for my dawgs, do this every day
taking off, looking out for all, making sure we ball
like the mob, all ya do is call
catch you if you fall, young khalifa

[pre_chorus: wiz khalifa]
i never feared death or dying (whoop)
i only fear never trying (whoop, uh)
i am whatever i am
only god can judge me now

[chorus: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
one (one)
shot
everything rides on to— (to—)
‘night
even if i’ve got three (three)
strikes
i’ma go for it
this moment (‘ment)
we own it (yeah)
and (and, i ride or die for mine)
i’m
not da be played wit’
be— (be—)
’cause
it can get dangerous
see (see, i ride or die for love)
these people i ride wit’?
this moment (yeah, here we go)
we own it (yeah)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & (wiz khalifa)]
this the biggest day of my life, we got big guns
been graduated from knives, it’s the
day in the life, and i’m ready da ride, got the
spirit, i’m feeling like a k!ller inside, uh
financial outbreak, i’m free, but i ain’t out yet
riding with the plug, so i’m close to the outlet
at the red light, rims sitting offset
i look better on yo’ girl than (uh) her outfit

[verse 4: wiz khalifa]
stuck to the plan (plan)
always said that we would stand up, never ran (ran)
we the fam and loyalty never change up (chup)
been down since day one, look at where we came from (from)
jumping out on anybody who try da say some’
one thing about it: got a problem? i got the same one (one)
money rolls, we fold (fold)
plenty clubs we closed (closed)
follow the same code (code)
never turn our backs, our cars don’t even lose control (uh)

[chorus: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
one (one)
shot
everything rides on to— (to—)
‘night
even if i’ve got three (three)
strikes
i’ma go for it
this moment (‘ment)
we own it (yeah)
and (and, i ride or die for mine)
i’m
not da be played wit’
be— (be—)
’cause
it can get dangerous
see (see, i ride or die for love)
these people i ride wit’?
this moment
we own it (yeah)

[outro: wiz khalifa & 2 chainz]
hahaha (hahaha)
uh (uh)
this moment (‘ment)
we own it
i ride or die for mine
i’m ride_or_die material
one life da live, so, here we go
this moment
we own it

16. hail mary ft. 2pac, kastro, young n0ble, yaki kadafi, & prince ital joe 5:10

[intro: 2pac]
makaveli in this
k!lluminati
all through your body
the blow is like a 12_gauge shotty
uh, feel me (come with me)
hail mary, n_gga (and god said he should send his one begotten son), run quick, see
what do we have here now? (to lead the wild into the ways of the man, do you wanna ride or die?)
follow me (la, la_da_la_la_la_la_la, eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh)

[chorus 1: 2pac]
come with me
hail mary, n_gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la_da_la_la_la_la_la

[verse 1: 2pac]
i ain’t a k!ller, but don’t push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p_ssy
picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
bow down, pray da god, hoping that he’s listening
seeing n_ggas coming for me through my diamonds when they glistening
now, pay attention: bless me, please, father, i’m a ghost
in these k!lling fields, hail mary, catch me if i go
let’s go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee
activate my hate, let it break to the flame
set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
some say the game is all corrupt and f_cked in this sh_t
stuck, n_ggas is lucky if we bust out this sh_t
plus, mama told me never stop until i bust a nut
f_ck the world if they can’t adjust, it’s just as well, hail mary

[chorus 1: 2pac]
come with me
hail mary, n_gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la_da_la_la_la_la_la
come with me
hail mary, n_gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la_da_la_la_la_la_la

[verse 2: 2pac]
penitentiaries is packed with promise_makers
never realized the precious time that b_tch n_ggas is wasting
institutionalized, i live my life a product made to crumble
much too hardened for a smile, way too crazy to be humble
we balling, catch me, father, please
‘cause i’m falling in the liquor store
pass the hennessy, i hear you calling, can i get some more?
bail ’til i reach h_ll, i ain’t scared
mama checking in my bedroom, i ain’t there
i got a head wit’ no screws in it, what can i do?
one life da live, but i got nothing da lose
just me and you on a one_way trip to prison, selling drugs
we all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs
to my homeboys in clinton max doing their bid
raise h_ll to this real sh_t and feel this
when they turn out the lights, i’ll be there in the dark
thugging eternal through my heart
now, hail mary, n_gga

[verse 3: kastro & (young n0ble)]
they got a a_p_b out on my thug family
since outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
our enemies die now, walk around half_dead
head down, k_blasted off of hennessy and thai chronic
mixed in, now i’m twisted, blistered, and high
visions of me thug_living getting me by
forever live, and i multiply, survived by thugs
when i die, they won’t cry unless they coming wit’ slugs (peep the whole scene)

[verse 4: young n0ble & (yaki kadafi)]
and whatever’s going on around me
brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feeling rowdy
ready to wet the party up
and whoever in that motherf_cker, nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers on the regular
mashing in a stolen black ac’ integra
c_cked back, sixty seconds ’til the draw, that’s when i’m deading ya
feet first, you’ve got a nice gat, but my heat’s worse
from a thug to preaching church
i gave you love, now you eating dirt
needing work, and i ain’t the n_gga da put chu on
‘cause word is bond
when i was broke, i had a hustle ’til dawn
that’s when the sun came up, there’s only one way up
hold cha head and stay up
to all my n_ggas, get cho’ pay and weight up (if it’s on)

[bridge: yaki kadafi]
then it’s on, we rape beat_breaks
outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
to this sh_t, i don’t got be the sh_t i gotta take
dealing with fate, hoping god don’t close the gate
if it’s on, then it’s on, we rape beat_breaks
outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
to this sh_t, i don’t got be the sh_t i gotta take
dealing with fate, hoping god don’t close the gate

[chorus 2: 2pac & prince ital joe]
come with me
hail mary, n_gga, run quick, see
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
we’ve been traveling on this weary road
sometimes, life can be a heavy load
but we ride, ride it like a bullet
come with me
hail mary, hail mary (hail mary)
we won’t worry, everything will curry
hail mary, n_gga, run quick, see
free like the bird in the tree
we won’t worry, everything will curry
yes, we free like the bird in the tree
we running from the penitentiary
this is the time for we liberty
hail mary, hail mary
what do we have here now?
do you wanna ride or die?
la, la_da_la_la_la_la_la_la_da

[outro: 2pac & 2pac]
westside, outlawz
makaveli the don, solo
k!lluminati, the 7 days

17. rich as f_ck ft. lil wayne & 2 chainz 3:44

[intro: lil wayne]
uh

[verse 1: lil wayne]
ak on my nightstand
right next to that bible
but i swear, with these 50 shots
i’ll shoot it out with five_o
pockets getting too fat, no weight watchers, no lipo
money talks, bullsh_t walks on a motherf_cking tightrope, and i make that p_ssy tap out
i knock that p_ssy out cold
n_gga, you get beat the cr_p out
but that just how the dice roll
these hoes want that hosepipe
so i give all these hoes pipe
she get on that d_ck and stay on
all night, like porch lights, let do it
f_ck talking
we out here, we balling
and i’m spraying at these rusty n_ggas like w—
‘d_40
we f_cked up, we truk’ed up, no if, ands, or but f_cks
b_tch n_ggas go
behind your back like nunchucks, and that’s f_cked up
but my hoes down, my cups up, my n_ggas down for whatever, thee b_tches think they’re too fly?
well, tell them hoes i pluck feathers
i’m tunechi
young tunechi
i wear trukfit
f_ck gucci
she blowing kisses at me with her p_ssy lips
smooches, and that’s 2 chainz

[chorus 1: 2 chainz, lil wayne, & 2 chainz & lil wayne]
look at chu (woah)
now, look at us
all my n_ggas look rich as f_ck (yeah)
all my n_ggas live rich as f_ck (yeah)
all_all my n_ggas look rich as f_ck (yeah)
look at chu (look at chu)
now, look at us (now, look at us)
all my n_ggas look rich as f_ck (b_tch)
all my_all my n_ggas live rich as f_ck (you hoe_ass bi—)
all my_all_all my ni— (uh)
never talk to the cops

[verse 2: lil wayne]
i don’t speak pig latin
i turned a penny to a motherf_cking janet jackson
tell the b_tches that be hating i ain’t got no worries
i ju’ wanna hit_and_run like i ain’t got insurance
hoe
what’s your name? what’s your sign? zodiac k!ller
all rats gotta die, even master splinter
yeah
murder, 187
i be k!lling them b_tches, i hope all dogs go da heaven, and i got xanax
percocet, promethazine with codeine
call me mr. sandman
i’m selling all these hoes’ dreams, got a white girl with big titties
flat_ass, tv screen
i keep a bad b_tch
call me the b.b. king, and ya know i got that mouth out her
then put the b_tch out like a house fire
i’m k!lling these hoes like michael myers
i eat that cat just like a lion, and i can’t trust none of these n_ggas
can’t trust none of these hoes
and i see yo’ girl when i want
i got that hoe tivo’d, uh
got a red_ass b_tch with a red_ass p_ssy
n_gga try me? that’s a dead_ass p_ssy
since y’all motherf_ckers so blind to the fact
to tell you the truth, ion’t care who’s looking
all i know is i love my b_tch
and p_ssy feel just like heaven on earth
6_feet deep, d_ck_shoveling the dirt
r.i.p
rest in p_ssy
light that sh_t, then pass that sh_t
we gon’ get so smoked out
and then i went, got locked up
every night, i dreamt i broke out
one time for them p_ssy n_ggas
that’s that sh_t i don’t like
we eating over here, n_gga
f_ck around and have a food fight, and that’s 2 chainz

[chorus 2: 2 chainz, lil wayne, & 2 chainz & lil wayne]
look at chu (uh)
now, look at us (yeah)
all my n_ggas look rich as f_ck (what?)
all my n_ggas live rich as f_ck (what?)
all_all my n_ggas look rich as f_ck (yeah)
look at chu (ayy, f_ck all y’all b_tches, straight up)
now, look at us (any b_tch out there that ain’t never wanna give me no p_ssy)
all my n_ggas look rich as f_ck (f_ck you in yo’ assh0l_, b_tch)
all my_all my n_ggas live rich as f_ck
all my_all_all my n_ggas look rich as f_ck

[outro: lil wayne]
and yo’ n_gga a hoe

18. all eyez on me ft. 2pac & big syke 5:08

[intro: 2pac]
y’all know how this sh_t go (you know)
all eyes on me
motherf_cking og
roll up in the club and sh_t, is that right? (all eyes on me)
all eyes on me
but cha know what?
i bet cha got it twisted

[verse 1: 2pac]
you_on’t know who da trust
so many player_hating n_ggas tryna sound like us
say they ready for the funk, but i don’t think they knowing
straight to the depths of h_ll is where those cowards going
well, are ya still down? n_gga, holla when you see me
and let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
i got a caravan of n_ggas every time we ride
hitting motherf_ckers up when we pass by
until i die, live the life of a boss player, ’cause even when i’m high
f_ck with me and get crossed later, the future’s in my eyes
’cause all i want is cash and things
a five_double_0 benz, flaunting flashy rings, uh
b_tches pursue me like a dream
been known a disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
it seems, my main thing was to be major paid
the game sharper than a motherf_cking razor blade
say money bring b_tches and b_tches bring lies
one n_gga’s getting jealous and motherf_ckers died
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
we got foe n_ggas and low riders in ski masks
screaming, “thug life” every time they pass, all eyes on me

[chorus 1: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n_gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n_gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player, ’cause even getting high

[interlude: big syke]
hey, to my n_gga pac

[verse 2: big syke]
so much trouble in the world, n_gga
can’t n0body feel your pain
the world’s changing every day, time’s moving fast
my girl said i need a raise, how long will she last?
i’m caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
triple_beam, got some smokers on, whistle as i dip
i’m lost in the land wit’ no plan, living life flawless
crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
mediocres got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
i’m taking off from the curb
the nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
devoted to serving this moët and pay checks
like akai satellite, n_gga, i’m forever balling
it ain’t right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawling
sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
my devotion is handling my business, n_gga, keep on coasting
where ya going? i’ve been there, came back as lonely, homie
steady_flowing against the grain, n_ggas still don’t know me
it’s about the money in this rap sh_t, this cr_p sh_t
it ain’t funny, n_ggas don’t even know how da act, sh_t
what can i do? what can i say? is there another way?
blunts_and_gin all day, 24_parlay
my little homie g, can’t cha see i’m buster_free?
n_ggas can’t stand me
all eyes on me

[chorus 2: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n_gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n_gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high

[verse 3: 2pac]
the feds is watching, n_ggas plotting da get me
will i survive? will i die? come on, let’s picture the possibility
giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong and that’s why i blaze sh_t
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile, calling big shots on the scene major
packing hunnids in my drawers, f_ck the law
b_tches, i f_ck with a passion, i’m living rough_and_raw
catching cases at a fast rate, balling in the fast lane
hustle ’til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug n_gga until the day i die
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high
these n_ggas got me tossing sh_t
i put the top down, now it’s time da floss my sh_t
keep your head up, n_gga, make these motherf_ckers suffer
up in the benz, burning rubber
the money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
this criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
get cho’ money, motherf_cker, let’s get rich and we’ll kick it (all eyes on me)

[chorus 3: 2pac]
live the life as a thug n_gga until the day i die
live the life as a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n_gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me), ’cause even getting high
all eyes on me

[outro: 2pac]
pay attention, my n_ggas
see how that sh_t go?
n_gga walk up in this muh’f_cker
and it be like, “bing”
cops, b_tches, every_motherf_cking_body (live my life as a thug n_gga until the day i die)
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high (i got busters, hoes, and police watching a n_gga, ya know? i live my life as a thug n_gga until the day i die)
living life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high (hehehe, it’s like what they think)
i’m walking around wit’ some ki’s in my pocket or some’
they think i’m going back da jail, they really on that dope (live my life as a thug n_gga until the day i die)
live my life as a boss player
i know y’all watching, i know y’all got me in the scopes (live my life as a thug n_gga until the day i die)
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even getting high (i know y’all know this is thug life, baby)
y’all got me under surveillance, huh?
all eyes on me, but i’m knowing

19. sacrifices ft. drake, 2 chainz, & young thug 5:08

[intro: drake]
wrote this sh_t

[verse 1: drake]
january ’21
baby girl, i had a run
i’ll be back a couple months
kendall turned 21
was up the street wit’ 21
they could see me online
but they won’t see me on the ones
i got dubai plates
in the california state
i got her waiting at my place
i got no baby on the way
i’m talking baby like stunna
i’m talking baby like face
lost millions in the past
i’m talking maybe like eight
couple n_ggas from the city, wishing on a star, could they be like drake
sorry, no, not today
you gotta find your own way
big dawg from the 6ix
i’m talking dogg like nate
my sh_t be raw out the gate
ion’t need another take
40 got house on the lake
i ain’t know we had a lake
she complaining how i’m late
i ain’t know it was a date
n_ggas see me in person, first thing they say i’, “i know ya need a break”
h_ll nah, i feel great
ready now, why wait?
like a kiss from a rose, i could be the one da seal your whole fate
so be careful what cha think
think about what cha gon’ say
gotta deal with people straight
i got my 23’s laced
it’s a marathon, not a sprint, but i still gotta win the race
yeah (yeah)

[chorus: drake]
and i’m convinced
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
we seeing so many blessing’, sh_t don’t make no sense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da him
yeah (yeah)
i’m convinced (‘vinced)
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
yeah, i did some wrong, i had no choice in my defense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da—

[verse 2: 2 chainz & 2 chainz]
2 chainz, i’m a real one
few shows, that’s a mil’ run
when she bust it down
i said, “thanks for giving to me”, like a pilgrim
cold world’ll be chilling
earm_ffs on the children
used to trap out the hilton
got wood on the cartiers
that’s a face full of splinters
count a bankroll for dinner
this the wrong place da enter
phone s_x, yeah, for breakfast
all kinda women text us
met her at the super bowl
told her i stayed down the street from texas (whoo)
a_town, i stay down
yeah, it’s all in the wrist (skrrt)
this one here out the fence
trap jumping like tha carter
mean it jumping like vince
moved on from the election
introduced her to the plug
can’t believe they tried a take the connection
ooh, girl, you a blessing
fine_a’, be finessing
yeah, i love my fans, but i don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
drench god with the 6 god
point guard and the two guard
pretty girls like trap music, so i woke up with my wood hard (wood hard)

[chorus: drake & young thug]
and i’m convinced
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
we seeing so many blessing’, sh_t don’t make no sense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da him
yeah (yeah)
i’m convinced (‘vinced)
i made sacrifices, i’ve been balling ever since
yeah, i did some wrong, i had no choice in my defense
someone watching over us, so shout goes out da— (i was stealing from a b_tch, slime)

[verse 3: young thug & young thug]
back when i wa’ 21 (facts)
my favorite gun was a sig (.9)
20 in the clip, head one (no c_cking)
growing up, i was a running back
you’d never made me ran once (godd_mn)
i got shot, sweat started running
that sh_t wa’ red like hunt (ketchup)
i’m kicking, pimping like i punt (beat it)
but, don’t cha think sh_t’s sweet?
i’m talking sweet, deer meat (ooh)
i’m talking suite like he sleep (like he sleep)
we ain’t doing too much talking (nah)
i’m talm’bout talking like a speech (election)
like the president, i k!ll ’em neat (scammers)
i’m talking neat like freak
i’m talking neat like fleek
i’m talking neat like a geek (yeah)
you come with beef, i eat a b
i’m talking b’s, spelling bee (sheesh)
double r, that’s a rolls (skrrt)
paint it yellow like it’s dairy
i’m talking rose like derrick
i’m talking rolls like a belly (whoo)
like a new car, i got two keys
tryna score the bucket like a chevy seat (chevy seat)
then i heard they’ve been pulling all week (all week)
i’ma use your name, like, “who is he?”
you get it? haha (you get it? haha)
i said i’ma use a name, like, “who is he?”
got some gold on, leprechaun, sheesh
deep sleep short for deceased
big bezel on the patty (whoo)
i’m talking padi, i meant patek
don’t try da take it, i got guns
i’m talking guns, not pellets (pellet)
i watch the game from the floor (floor seats)
i’m talking wood, first mattress
i’m talking wood, pants down (pants down)
i’m talking woods like them clowns (you get it?)
i got my mink off a monkey
i’m talking monkey like jumanji (hrr)
all your diamonds partly sunny
i’m talking sunny like d. sunny (sunny delight)
my diamonds wet, it cost me money
i’m talking wet like it’s running (sank)
i’m talking wet like katrina (new orleans?)
i’m talking wet like dasani
huh (i’m talking wet like dasani)

20. ambitionz az a ridah ft. 2pac & michael buffer 4:40

[intro: 2pac & michael buffer]
you don’t wanna f_ck with me
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (let’s get ready da rumble)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah (now, you know how we do it, like a g)
you don’t wanna f_ck with me (what really go on in the mind of a n_gga)
got the police busting at me (that get down for theirs)
but they can’t do nothing to a g (constantly, let ’em screaming that, money over b_tches)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah (not b_tches over money)
you don’t wanna f_ck with me (stay on your grind, n_gga)
got the police busting at me (my ambitions as a ridah)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
police busting at me (my ambitions as a ridah)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
got the police busting at me (i’m a straight ridah)

[verse 1: 2pac]
so many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars (skrrt)
this life as a rap star is nothing without guard
was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public (hahaha)
my attitude was “f_ck it”, ’cause motherf_ckers love it
to be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease (sir, sir, sir, sir)
though life is complicated, only what cha make it to be (and, uh)
and my ambitions as a ridah
to catch her while she hot and h_rny, go up inside her (uh, gotcha)
then i spit some game in her ear, “go to the telly, hoe”
equipped with money in a benz ’cause, b_tch, i’m barely broke (hahaha)
i’m smoking bomb_ass weed, feeling crucial
from player to player, the game’s tight, the feeling’s mutual
from hustling and prayers to breaking motherf_ckers to pay us
i got no time for these b_tches (h_ll no), ’cause these hoes tried a play us
i’m on a meal_ticket mission, want a mil’ so i’m wishing
competition got me ripped on that bullsh_t they stressing (booyah)
i’ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it’s mandatory
no guts, no glory, my n_gga, b_tch got the game distorted
now it’s on and it’s on because i said so (haha)
can’t trust a b_tch in the business so i got with death row
now these money_hungry b_tches getting suspicious
started plotting and planning on a scheme to come and trick us (haha)
but thug n_ggas be on point and game tight (yeah)
me, syke, and bogart are strapped up the same night (wassup, n_gga?)
got problems, then handle it, motherf_ckers see me
these n_ggas is jealous, ’cause deep in they hearts, they wanna be me (uh, yeah, haha)
and now you got me right beside cha
hoping you listen, i catch you paying attention
to my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f_ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (i won’t deny it, i’m a straight ridah)

[verse 2: 2pac]
it was my only wish to rise above these jealous
coward motherf_ckers i despise, when it’s time da ride
i was the first to hop inside (let’s go, n_gga, let’s go)
give me the .9 (haha, yeah)
i’m ready to die right here tonight and motherf_ck they life (yeah, n_gga)
that’s what they screaming as they drill me, but i’m hard to k!ll
so i open fire until you k!ll me
witness my steel (that’s all you n_ggas got? hahahahahahahaha)
spitting at adversaries, envious and after me
i’d rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
mama (dear mama), come rescue me, i’m suicidal, thinking thoughts
i’m innocent so there’ll be bullets flying when i’m caught (f_ck, shoot)
f_ck doing jail time, better day, sacrifice (f_ck this sh_t)
won’t get a chance to do me like they did my n_gga tyson (f_ck that)
thugging for life, and if you right, then, n_gga, die for it
let them other busters try, at least you tried for it (hahaha)
when it’s time da die, then be a man and pick the way you leave (yeah, n_gga)
f_ck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 1: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f_ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g

[verse 3: 2pac]
my murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me
stay off the block, evade the cops ’cause i know they coming for me
i’ve been hesitant to reappear, been away for years (i’m back, baby)
now i’m back, my adversaries been reduced to tears
question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some b_tches bleed
n_ggas’ll feel the fire of my mother’s corrupted seed (buck_buck_buck_buck_buck)
blast me, but they didn’t finish, didn’t diminish
my powers, so now i’m back to be a motherf_cking menace (them n_ggas cowards)
they cowards, that’s why they tried a set me up
had b_tch_ass n_ggas (b_tch_ass n_ggas) on my team, so indeed they wet me up (punk n_ggas)
but i’m back reincarnated (‘carnated), incarcerated
at the time, i contemplate the way that god made it
lace ’em with lyrics that’s legendary, musical mercenary
for money, i’ll have these motherf_ckers buried
i’ve been getting much mail in jail, n_ggas telling me da k!ll it (hahaha)
knowing, when i get out, they gon’ feel it (yeah, right)
witness the realest, a who_ridah when i put the sh_t inside
the cries from all your people when they find her, must remind ya (thug life)
my history’ll prove i’ve been it
revenge on them n_ggas that played me and all the cowards that was down with it
now it’s your n_gga right beside ya
hoping you listen, got cha paying attention to my ambitions as a ridah

[chorus 2: 2pac]
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f_ck with me (my ambitions as a ridah)
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (g)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f_ck with me
got the police busting at me
but they can’t do nothing to a g (and i’m just proving it)
i won’t deny it
i’m a straight ridah
you don’t wanna f_ck with me

21. 3500 ft. future, travis scott, & 2 chainz 7:42

[intro: future & travis scott]
b_bandana wrapped ’round your head
the bandana wrapped ’round your head
f_ck n_ggas, they scared (f_ck n_ggas, they scared)
ain’t n0body triller than me
ain’t n0body triller than scott
ain’t n0body trill, man, i’m taking they spot
yeah (yeah, ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)
thee n_ggas is scared

[verse 1: travis scott]
(30’s in the city moving slow)
ladies, order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (yeah, only real n_ggas keep ya float)
paink!llers, ain’t got back pain, know ya gotta love it (yeah)
tings out in ny, they in my hallways, i got a lobby of ’em (only trill n_ggas i know)
up_and_down wit’ chase, monday nights, we made a hobby of it (alright, 30’s in the city moving slow)
still down with the same dawgs, man, they never loved us (only real n_ggas keep ya float)
gave my n_ggas all gold chains to remind me of it (‘mind me of it, yeah, only trill n_ggas i know)
me and metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (lot of it, whoo)
all these cups and, d_mn, all these hoes
thee n_ggas up da something (oh)
touch down out in h_town, there, it might get ugly (whoo, only real n_ggas keep ya float)
it’s trill, n_gga, where it’s trill n_ggas, a whole army of ’em (whoo, only trill n_ggas i know)
i run the check up, i’m a hot n_gga, don’t turn my ‘countant on me (yeah)
free rowdy, rowdy, free bobby, bobby, them the shmurda homies, good (d_mn) lord (good lord)
(good lord, ooh_ooh_ooh_ooh)

[chorus: travis scott]
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty_thirty_thirty_five_hunnid for the coat
only_only_only real n_ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty_thirty_thirty_five_hunnid for the coat
only_only_only real n_ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know

[verse 2: future & travis scott]
smoke wit’ me, drank wit’ me, lean like i’m clark
copping a wraith, then i throw it in park
you n_ggas some marks, and you ain’t got no heart
i know lil’ one gon’ come with that a and that r (only trill n_ggas i know)
i know lil’ one gon’ come with that a and that r
i’m counting, i’m dripping, i’m fiending (i’m counting, i’m dripping, i’m fiending)
i’m not from this planet
i was abandoned
trill n_ggas, real n_ggas, popping them pill n_ggas
stack up a mil’, n_gga, like it’s a lil’ n_gga
this for the one who gon’ load up that k for me
this for the ones that ran off and didn’t wait for me
this for the n_ggas ran off and didn’t wait on me
this for ya, b_tch, ya ran off and didn’t wait on me (only trill n_ggas i know)
hood n_gga, f_ck all that red carpet sh_t
hood n_gga, i f_ck a red carpet b_tch
i put a rolls and a royce on my wrist
you can smell promethazine when i p_ss
i pray da god he bring me actavis
ain’t n0body triller than metro, ain’t n0body triller than scooter
hop on the private, i do it
take all the mollies, i do it
the bentley put up wit’ no mileage, i do it
these styrofoams wit’ me legitimate
i’m proudly downing these percocets
we just wanna be stoners lately, i’ve been on, on, on, on, on
this money an option, this lean is an option, this weed is an option
her b_tch is an option, yo’ b_tch is an option
i send ’em through auctions (i send ’em through auctions)
you paying that price for that punani
this gold on my neck is a new grammy (lord)

[chorus: travis scott & 2 chainz]
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty_thirty_thirty_five_hunnid for the coat
only_only_only real n_ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty_thirty_thirty_five_hunnid for the coat
only_only_only real n_ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know (yeah)
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know (2 chainz, my bathtub the size of swimming pools)

[verse 3: 2 chainz & travis scott]
backstroke da my children room
maybach in the living room (ooh)
i spent racks on these tennis shoes (tell ’em)
n_ggas know what i’m finna do
time for me da put the mink up (i did)
forgiattos on the brinks truck
my favorite rapper drove a pink truck (k!ll)
i do sh_t that cha dreamed of
i wa’ born with a mean mug (d_mn)
i wa’ born wit’ some nappy hair
drinking breast milk out a lean cup
tity boi’s my alias (yeah)
real n_ggas my radius (yeah, only trill n_ggas i—)
trill n_ggas on the song wit’ me
if she bad as h_ll, i’ll pay the babysitter (i will)
in a black mercedes with her (err)
doing about 180 with her (err)
i wa’ born a hustler
a paraphernalia in my baby pictures
resident, all elegant (elegant)
leather sh_t in my front yard (swear)
tv by my swimming pool (swear)
got that built like a sports bar (ayy)
chevelle with the new motor (err)
got the bih like a sports car (yeah)
yeah, my name i’ tity boi (boom)
ion’t f_ck wit’ hoe that wear sports bras (nah)
crib bigger than ya ‘magination
call the trap house the gas station (i did)
call mama house the jag station (haha)
emoji
sad faces (haha, sh_t, god)
look at thee n_ggas (look)
i need a buy pocketbooks for these n_ggas (show)

[chorus: travis scott & 2 chainz]
30’s in the city moving slow (punk_a’ n_ggas)
thirty_thirty_thirty_five_hunnid for the coat (thirty_five_hunnid)
only_only_only real n_ggas keep ya float (real sh_t only here, keep ya float)
only trill n_ggas i know (nah, for real)
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know (nah, for real)
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know (nah, for real)
only trill n_ggas i know (35)
only_(not me)_only_only trill n_ggas i know (boom, uh)
30’s in the city moving slow
thirty_thirty_thirty_five_hunnid for the coat
only_only_only real n_ggas keep ya float (keep ya float)
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know
only trill n_ggas i know
only_only_only trill n_ggas i know

[bridge: future & travis scott]
ain’t n0body triller than me
ain’t n0body triller than scott
ain’t n0body trill, man, i’m taking they spot
yeah, we ride on a yacht (we ride on a yacht)
ain’t n0body triller than metro, ain’t n0body triller than scooter
ain’t n0body triller, we knew it, ain’t n0body triller, we knew it
pour up in h_town, them n_ggas don’t play ’round like jas and jr
only real n_ggas keep it float
say, “f_ck all the rumors”, say, “f_ck all the rumors” (only trill n_ggas i know)
say, “f_ck all the rumors”, say, “f_ck all the rumors” (only trill n_ggas i know)
say, “f_ck all the rumors”, say, “f_ck all the rumors”

[instrumental outro]

22. big bank ft. yg, 2 chainz, big sean, labritney, & nicki minaj 3:58

[verse 1: yg]
my b_tch drive an all_white range (white range)
couldn’t hit it if you n_ggas had aim (had aim)
lames can’t call, and you a lame (you a lame)
you had it, then you lost it, hall of shame (hall of shame)
i can buy a bentley, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me)
for a show 150, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me)
you ain’t never helped your mans, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me)
you just follow all the trends, don’t talk to me (don’t talk to me, ayy)
i set the bar, i’m the f_cking bar (f_cking bar)
look in the sky, i’m a f_cking star (f_cking star)
i don’t fall in love ’cause i be loving hard (i be loving hard)
do e’rything like my shirt
extra large (extra large)
i don’t care, i’ll crash a ghost (ghost)
got two cribs in two states, i be doing the most (i be doing the most)
i got white_folks money that i won’t blow (that i won’t blow)
and if you ask why, ’cause the white folks don’t (white folks don’t)

[chorus 1: yg & (2 chainz)]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank (yah)
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
everything proper, no propaganda
tropicana goyard bandana
big sack, a lotta hoes like santa
threw a birthday party in a phantom
big sh_t like a dinosaur did it
and ya know tity shining like acrylic
yeah, i sold dope and had cornrows
i can see you n_gga’ hating with the door closed
now i’m looking for a glove with the sparkle on it
and my cbd got chocolate on it
big bank take small_ass sh_t
bank account on some tall_ass sh_t
attitude on some, “f_ck you too”
bankroll on, “what it do, boo?”
meet me at the room, let vibe
and if i ain’t did it yet, i’ll try

[chorus 2: yg & big sean & yg]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank

[verse 3: big sean, yg, & big sean & labritney]
she (bank) said, “what cha gon’ do if i leave?”
i said, “b_tch, i’ma do me” (me)
b.i.g., b_tch everything zoomed in (zoom)
big bag on me looking like i’m moving in (god)
got my foot in the door and we still here (here)
i’m a first generation millionaire
i broke (here) the curse in my family not having sh_t
i’m passionate like girls that’s after more than just cash and d_ck
feed me to the wolves, now i lead the pack and sh_t
chu (woah) boys all cap (woah), i’m more (woah) colin kaepernick (d_mn)
i’m rare as affordable health care (oh god)
or going da wealth from welfare (god, god)
i turn my w’s to m’s, yeah, i flip those (those)
i might buy her red bottoms with the crypto (‘to)
three coins, that’ll pay ya whole semester (swerve, swerve)
but cha gotta ride it better than a tesla

[chorus 1: yg, big sean, & nicki minaj]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank (lil’ b_tch)
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank (uh_oh)
bank

[verse 4: nicki minaj]
back again
back_to_back, maybach, stack the m’s
told ’em i met slim shady, bagged a em
once he go black, he’ll be back again
tell them hoes that it’s crunch time, abdomen
yes, i cop mad chanel and mad given’
she did it again, imagine them
’bout to make these bum b_tches mad again (haha, uh_oh)
back to them
i lead the pack so my back’s to them
yup, the queen’s back, what’s happening?
re_run, ’bout to make these b_tches rap again (rrr, uh)
diamond chains on my ankle (on my ankle)
young money in the cut like a shank, though (like a shank, though)
tell t.i.p. rubber bands in my bankroll (roll)
mmm, show my ass like a stank hoe (like a stank hoe)

[chorus 1: yg]
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
type of money, you gon’ need a safe
type of money, you gon’ need a bank
from the hood, it’s type of money, make ya stay awake
type of money, she gon’ let cha put it in her face
big bank take lil’ bank
bank
big bank take lil’ bank
bank

23. ali bomaye ft. the game, 2 chainz, french montana, jessica gomes, & rick ross 5:14

[intro: the game & 2 chainz]
get my people out them chains, n_gga
i mean, handcuffs
time da man up
put my hands up?
f_ck you saying, bruh?
’cause i’m a black man (black man)
in a phantom
or is it ’cause my windows tinted?
car cost $three_hunnid_thou’ and i blow indo in it (2 chainz)
you mad ’cause your daughter f_ck with me on spring break
well (well)
i’ma f_ck her ’til (yeah) the springs break

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
roll another one ’cause i’m winning
in my fo’_do’, looking real photogenic
gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire
i’m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
money getting long, p_ssy rate, keep rising
versace outfit cost me $3,000
from the p houses, did it from the wee hours
selling that chicken, no lemon pepper, no sweet_and_sour
first, you get the power
then, you get respect
i’m getting so much money, i can buy your b_tch
take it how ya wanna
if you wanna take it
i like clubs where all the women working naked
fell in love with a waitress, what the f_ck i’m thinking?
b_bought that hoe a ring
it was for her pinky
uh
that’s pimping, that’s sl!ck
got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent, uh

[verse 2: the game, french montana, & 2 chainz]
f_ck y’all mad at me fo’? got a black card and a black phantom
with a white b_tch in idaho, i do the same thing in (montana)
got a thick b_tch in atlanta, got a redbone in the chi
got two chains, they two_tone, two_hunnid racks, no lie (true)

[chorus 1: the game]
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
i’m ’bout da rumble in the jungle in these new kanye’s
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
my lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

[verse 3: the game]
f_ck y’all mad at me fo’, ’cause my belt got two g’s on it?
her bag got two c’s on it? my daughter’s stroller got d’s on it?
woah
free (woah) big meech, free boosie, and c_murder
like new orleans, like baltimore, come da compton, you’ll see murders
and my ar see murders
that’s beef, n_gga, no burgers
i’m insane and you usain, n_gga better turn on them burners
got coke swimming in that glass jar, b_tch, go turn on them burners
got dope da sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
you a b_tch n_gga, no female, i smack n_ggas, sprewell
i’m on the block like d12, i got the white, no d_12
like a lil’ n_gga in africa, i was born toting that k
and that’s real sh_t, no will smith and no nona gaye
but they yelling:

[chorus 2: the game & jessica gomes]
“ali bomaye
ali bomaye
thank god that a n_gga seen another day
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
got a chopper and a bottle, f_ck it (m_m_m_maybach music), let ’em spray”

[verse 4: rick ross]
i take my case to trial
hire the dream team
robbie kardashian, johnnie cochran, i seen things
i dream big
i think sharp
inhale smoke
hawaiian tree bark
humble yourself, you not a g, keep it one wit’ cha self
run a n_ggas for help, favors, i keep one on the shelf
i got rifles wit’ lasers
swing it just like the majors
hit chu right above navel
now ya swimming in pavement
gold medals on my neck, i call it michael phelps
hoes settling for less, i call ’em bottom shelf
n_ggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
on the road to the riches, b_tches not tagging along

[verse 5: the game]
unless it’s ass in a thong
hit that ass and i’m gone
disrespect my n_gga boss and i’m flashing the chrome
i’m waving the tec
tity spraying the mac
extendos in the back, gonna lap
i got a b_tch that look like laila ali sitting in my lap
got a call from skateboard, pick ’em up at lax
speaking skateboards, where tune at? f_ck with him
i’ll break a skateboard on a n_gga back
2 chainz

[verse 6: 2 chainz & the game]
skateboard on a n_gga track
no lie
“no lie” already got a plaque
mama got a house
daughter got accounts
just to think a n_gga like me started with an ounce (bad b_tches and d_boys, we bring ’em out)
if them n_ggas p_ssy
we douche ’em
we clean ’em out
this the voice of ghetto intelligence if you got work
go da work, don’t work at cho’ residence (for presidents)

[verse 7: the game & 2 chainz]
word a muhammad, that triple_beam is heaven_sent
riding through the jungles in that motherf_cking elephant
that’s a gray ghost (gray ghost)
with the ears on it
swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (tell ’em)
you know i got that work on the foreman grill (foreman grill)
weigh the motherf_ckers in, made another mil’ (made another mil’)
got a n_gga feeling like cassius clay
thrilla in manilla, n_gga want it, whip his ass today

[chorus 2: the game]
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
thank god that a n_gga seen another day
ali bomaye
ali bomaye
got a chopper and a bottle, f_ck it, let ’em spray

- 2 chainz 2pac

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