#[[ Verse. Gimme yo fuckin money ]]

[san8ny]

Thinking about..Ex-girlfriend Ellie <3

[an: not an original trope, i cringed everytime i attempted to proof read so i couldnt..srry]

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who scoffs when you’re mentioned at all, but is all fucking ears, tilting her head back and giving the person a side eye,

“I mean..you can continue, not like I care at all but like, it’s rude to interrupt someone so..”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s once paid some instagram tarot reader a good 10 bucks to see if yall were compatible despite not believing in it before,

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s bitterly venmo requesting her money back when the girl says no,

“Shit isnt even real, you scammed me gimme it back bruh”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s definitely got a fake account to keep tabs on you, which might look, to the average eye, some middle aged woman who posts her food and her kids, with some biblical verses in her bio— when it’s ellie with some google found, random ass photos of people

“Im so fuckin smart..” she geeks, pumping her fist when you accept her follow request

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s looking down at her phone dumbfounded when she’s blocked on the account thr next day, throwing her hands in the air—forgetting just who she learnt that trick from..

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s even more confused when her door is knocked, you on the other side, phone in-hand with the same account pulled up,

“Er..that’s not me?..” She says awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck as she leans on her doorframe.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who cries dramatically and is on her knees when you tell her with a strict finger to leave her alone, practically groveling at your feet in pure anguish as she pleads!

“P-please! You don— you don’t understand! You can’t!”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who hiccups, eyes puffy with long lashes coated in tears as she wraps her arms around your calves—only you could ever have her in this state! I mean, look at how distraught she is at the sheer idea of possibly leaving you alone forever!

She doesn’t care in the slightest if the neighbors hit her with a noise complaint.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who soon enough has you on her bed, in a warm mating press, breathy moans of never having you leave her side, telling you she’d rather die than ever have anyone else fill your shoes as your sloppy cunts kiss, wet noises echoing off the drywalls of ellie’s cheap apartment,

“C—cum! Cum, nee— need you so..o—oh! Oh, my god? Loveyousomuch, loveyousomuch”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s an utter loser, pathetically feeling tears well up again as the idea of you getting up and taking your stuff after this hits— so she takes you for another round, this time with her 8inch strap.

It’s a disgusting mess, really.

Ex Girlfriend Ellie who you’ve got a twitchy mess as you use her so deliciously, quickly becoming overstimulated once more when she realizes she’s orgasmed like 5 times already; Milky fluids all over thighs as she ruts into you— fucking a mixture of your cums back into you with whats gathered around her strap.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie is pretty much in another word from the pleasure, mouth ajar as her moans leave in pants— begging for a kiss as her rosey tits bounce a bit against you

“Ple—uh, uh! Please, just ‘wan a kiss, c—can’t, uhm!— can’t reach yo—ou!” She whines tiredly, her sweaty upper body leaning forward on your back, littering sloppy kisses all over you, cmon..give her a kiss :(

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who you eventually give into, giving a chaste kiss to, but she doesn’t return the same one back— instead, opting to swipe her tongue around and suckle your blush coloured tongue, bobbing her head up and down while the saliva gathers on her tastebuds, excess dribbling down her chin and splattering somewhere on the already ruined bedsheets,

“F—wuckin’ wa—ah..’wan you all..”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who watches you sleep while she lazily licks at your worn-out pussy, humming as she probes a finger on the engorged clit— giggling when you sleepily swat a hand down to push her head away, but she’s latched on.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who, even if you move a thousand miles away from, will always be there because she’s yours.

[sagawawho-blog]

⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back

Manhandling Symbol Starters (Status: Accepting!)

There aren’t many things in the world that could get under Sagawa’s skin and truly make him shudder.  Fear has no place in a Yakuza’s arsenal, it’s a page that was torn out of the Yakuza Dictionary®™, leaving an empty space between D for Deadly and M for Muuurder.  Or, so he thought.  

Sagawa is about to be schooled on the true meaning of Fear, and there’s no playing hooky at this school of hard knocks.  His teacher?  The woman who is Rage Incarnate®™™, whose gay bff he was foolish enough to be a real meanie to (he even pulled on the guy’s ponytail because he’s that mean. he also dipped it in the inkwell but no one noticed because his hair is already black).  

Sagawa lets out a high-pitched gasp as he’s seized by the front of his shirt, holding his hands up to shield himself from Makoto’s furious angry-ish fury.  He had been a doo-doo brain to think that he was the hunter in this game of cat and mouse, this game of lethal hide-and-seek, a game of tag where you shoot people instead of touch them with your hand–he was really dumb, yes, indeed.  Now he’s trapped in the vice grip of the true huntress…!

“M–Makimura…  Makoto!”  He pauses, but there’s no lightning flash, because there aren’t any clouds outside.  Gritting his teeth, which are stained yellow from some unknown substance, he hisses out his next words, ��I’m not afraid of a widdle girl…!”  That’s a lie.  She’s like, really scary.

[krisamaevu]

Dance (A$$) Big Sean X Nicki Minaj (2011)

(Nicki`s Verse)

Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin' Ass so fat, all these bitches' pussies is throbbin' Bad bitches, I'm your leader, phantom by the meter Somebody point me to the best ass-eater Tell 'em "Pussy clean!" I tell 'em "Pussy squeaky!" Niggas give me brain 'cause all of them niggas geeky If he got a mandingo, then I buy him a dashiki And bust this pussy open in the islands of Waikikiiiiii... Kiss my ass and my anus, 'cause it's finally famous And it's finally so, yeah, it's finally so! I don't know, man, guess them ass shots wore off! Bitches ain't poppin', Google my ass Only time you on the net is when you Google my ass Ya fuckin' little whores, fu-fuckin' up my decors Couldn't get Michael Kors if you was fuckin' Michael Kors B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you? Gimme all yo' money and gimme all yo' residuals Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass...

@savagehustlers

[usuallyrics-blog]

Lay Up

New Lyrics has been published on usuallyrics.com https://usuallyrics.com/lyrics/lay-up/

Lay Up

(feat. Wale, Rick Ross & Trey Songz)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach Was the city’s most wanted ’til I said gimme yo number Youngest nigga I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda Money comin’ in bundles, that’s the reason she wanna

[Bridge: Trey Songz] Lay up, lay up Lay up, lay up

[Verse 1 Continued: Meek Mill] I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart I’d rather fuck in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark Cause she was fuckin’ me right, it felt like love from the start Was gettin’ money on tour, so we was lovin’ for fall But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup Fuck all night ’til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up Cause all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up She mess our flavor, young boy get paper, And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish

[Hook: Trey Songz] She know it’s gametime when I do it like that When I pass it to her baby throw it right back She can get the lay up, all night She be tryna lay up, all right And when I shoot I don’t miss (don’t miss), I don’t miss (don’t miss) I don’t miss when I do it now She could get the lay up, all night She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Sittin’ back with this paper fallin’ in my lap Feelin’ isolated nothin’ but them hundred stacks When your money up tell me who you’re supposed to trust Every night a different woman, fuck your money up My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up Since I met her she can’t keep that pussy off me On the pill, I’m a kill that pussy softly Back to back time to show you how a gangster move Keys to the pad, talkin’ infinity pools V12’s ain’t a thang, time to change your name Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale] Homie picture me rollin’, all them bitches be on me They be fishin’ for compliments, I’m just fishin’ off Boca Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals So much over this over so share the man on the poster Infatuated to say the least He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes When it come to showin’, I am working with totem pole That’s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow I’m in her body, I’m in her head like quote unquote The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Trey Songz] From the night to the morn’, yeah she tryna lay Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up Lay up, lay up Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for Lay up

Who is Meek Mill

Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.

[sinaesthesias]

listen || x. 

1.  Jhené Aiko - The Worst -  And don't take this personal / But you're the worst / You know what you've done to me / And although it hurts I know /I just can't keep runnin' away

2.  Dua Lipa - New Rules -  But my love, he doesn't loves me / So I tell myself, I tell myself / I do, I do, I do

3.  Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry -  Now payback is a bad bitch / And baby, I'm the baddest / You fuckin' with a savage / Can't have this, can't have this (ah) / And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

4.  Blackbear - idfc -  'Cause I have hella feelings for you, / I act like I don't fucking care, / Like they ain't even there, / 'Cause I have hella feelings for you, / I act like I don't fucking care, / 'Cause I'm so fucking scared

5.  Jazmine Sullivan - Bust Your Windows -  I bust the windows out ya car / And no it didn't mend my broken heart / I'll probably always have these ugly scars / But right now I don't care about that part

6.  Neon hitch - Fuck you betta -  I feel like I'm losing my mind, mind / She crept into your life, life / And cut me up like a knife, knife, yeah / Hey hey, few things that I wanna say, ay / Still got my dignity, ay /No one'll love you like me, ay

7.  Ke$ha ft. Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, T.I. & André 3000 - Get Sleazier -  I don’t need you or your brand new Benz / Or your bougie friends / I don’t need love looking like diamonds / Looking like diamonds

8.  Lily Allen - Hard Out Here -  I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinkin' / You'll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen / I won't be braggin' 'bout my cars or talkin' 'bout my chains / Don't need to shake my ass for you 'cause I've got a brain

9.  FEMM - Fxxk Boyz Get Money -  No no nono / Silly boys can’t tame me / Benny’s the only one who’s ever gonna claim me / Uh-uh, uh-uh / I’m in love with the price tag /Gimme yo' number, Imma give that shit right back

10.  Zara Larsson - Ain't My Fault -  It ain't my fault you came in looking like that / You just made me trip, fall, and land on your lap / Certain bad boy smooth, body hotter than a sauna / I don't mean to be rude, but I look so damn good on ya

11.  Zara Larsson - I Would Like -  Oh, I can't help myself, it's human nature, human nature / Who's to say what's meant to be? / Oh, why can't we be on our worst behavior, worst behavior / When it all comes naturally

12.  Machine Gun Kelly, Camila Cabello - Bad Things -  Am I out of my head? / Am I out of my mind? / If you only knew the bad things I like / Don't think that I can explain it / What can I say, it's complicated / Don't matter what you say / Don't matter what you do / I only wanna do bad things to you

13.  Niykee Heaton - Bad Intentions -  This is the face I wear treading the riptide / Abysmal oceans where good girls go to die / I wanna love somebody / Wanna feel in love all on me / But after everything I still believe in true love / Not being able to find it / Damn it tears me up / And I know it's my fault / I know it's my fault 

14. Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons - Sucker for Pain - Do it for the fam, dog, ten toes down, dog / Love and the loyalty that's what we stand for / Alienated by society, all this pressure give me anxiety / Walk slow through the fire / Like, who gon' try us? / Feeling the world go against us / So we put the world on our shoulders

15.  twenty one pilots: Heathens -  All my friends are heathens, take it slow  / Wait for them to ask you who you know  / Please don't make any sudden moves  / You don't know the half of the abuse.

16.  Simon Curtis - Flesh -  This is just my way of unleashing / The feelings deep inside of me / This spark of black that I seem to love / We can get a little crazy just for fun / Just for fun

17.  Set It Off - Wolf In Sheep's Clothing -  Beware, beware, be skeptical / Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold / Deceit so natural / But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning / Bah-bah-black sheep, have you any soul? / No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

18.  Halsey - Bad At Love -  I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh) / But you can't blame me for tryin' / You know I'd be lyin' sayin' / You were the one (ooh-ooh) / That could finally fix me / Lookin' at my history / I'm bad at love

19.  Halestorm- In Your Room -  Let me in your room / I've seen the rest of you / But I know there's something more in your room / I'm right outside your door /  Show me things you've never shown before

20.  The Pretty Reckless - Going To Hell -  Father did you miss me, / Been locked up a while. / I got caught for what I did but took it all in style. / Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when. / Now I'm versed in so much worse, / So I am back again, and he said / For the lives that I take, I'm going to hell! / For the love that I make, I'm going to hell!

[luckylagerlegacy]

Lil Uzi Vert “Luv Is Rage 2″ Album Commentary

I’m excited that this Album is here… But at the same time it makes me a little bit sad that the twitter jokes about it never being released will cease now. I think I put the first Luv Is Rage mixtape as my rap album of the year in 2015, which makes it hard for me to know what to expect from this one. It’ll either be a classic, or an audio version of whatever Lil Uzi’s hair is doing right this very moment. Let’s not waste anymore time here, and instead just shoulder roll our way into Luv Is Rage 2:

1) Two:

Calling the first track on your album “Two” is a piss off, Uzi… But this song’s beat got the trademark accordion over it and I am instantly lulled into being okay by it. This track leads off right where Luv Is Rage ended,which is fire.. Sure, now he’s rapping about fame being poisonous and money being evil BUT shit slaps stupid hard and I can suspend my concern for his personal well being for at least as long as this song lasts.

3.5/5

2) 444+222:

EITHER SLOW DOWN WITH YOUR DIRECTIONS OR DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, MR UZI VERT. I’m also not doing math so your probably clever song title is completely lost on my dumb ass!!!!! This song has me voguing into a broken mirror while thinking about all the girls who have ever wronged me. I’m flash dancing in my back yard, nae naeing at the thought of my own death. This is a total stripper joint, but don’t be surprised if some of them dancers recognize the sadness in Lil Uzi’s voice and shake their titties wild mournfully and make all of the perverts watching reflect on their own shit.

4/5

3) Sauce It Up:

Coincidentally, this song title is exactly what I tell the drive thru dicks at Wendy’s when they ask me which one (1) sauce I want with my six (6) orders of the dollar menu  Five (5) piece nugget. This song is sort of about nothing, but it has the cutest fucking line lmao check it out: “I WAS ON THE PHONE, YEAH WITH PLAYBOI CARTI - COMMES DES GARCON, HEARTS ALL ON MY CARDI” lol that’s silly as hell I love it, who the hell calls a cardigan a cardi? Tegan And Sara fans do. I do. This is the first song on the tape that hasn’t made me want to call a distress hotline on Lil Uzi’s behalf.

3.5/5

4) No Sleep Leak:

This song stupid as fuck but in a good way. I just woke my dog up dancing to this song. That’s a real thing that happened. He raps about recouping all of his wealth in the span of a single night which is tight, but I often do the same. I can go from like .34 cents in my bank account to uhhh like a few hundred when it’s payday. It’s not that impressive, Uzi.

3.5

5) The Way Life Goes:

My girl is at her Aunt’s house in Maryland this week (holler at me if ur tryna rob her house while she’s gone just hmu she has an xbox) and I’m actually glad now, cus you have got to be missing somebody to truly grasp whatever the fuck Lil Uzi Vert is going through right now. Who the hell hurt you Lil Uzi Vert? Your hair dresser? Reese La Flare when you ripped his whole existence off and added KPOP to it?? Who the fuck did this to you lil guy??? Lmao this song goes hard as hell though I’m pouring out a tear for my guys rn over it. This one is hilarious to me tho cus he samples an “Oh Wonder” song, and it’s adorable to me that Lil Uzi Vert knows about some fabulist ass pop duo like the rest of us sad schmucks do.

4.5/5

6) For Real:

I’m assembling an interracial squad of dance teens to perform funny looking dance moves to this song while I stand behind the camera and jerk it side to side (not like that) whenever they do the dab. This song is the most stripped down, “normal” on the project I guess. It’s cool, but I like my Lil Uzi Vert to be manic and sad and weird. NEEEEEEEEXT

3/5

7) Feelings Mutual:

Oh wow we’re diving back into the sad drug stuff pretty abruptly here. Hold the fuck on I’m gonna google “Who Did This To Lil Uzi Vert??” gimme a second. Okay, nothing came up… But damn we gotta get this guy some mood stabilizers and a workout routine so he can start to turn that frown upside down. Nobody getting double toppy from models and driving ferraris should be sad. Even if he is like, five foot minus five. Nobody who’s friends with The Migos should cry, ever! They have their own chips! This song is very good though. Again, his sad shit is really effective so even tho he’s crying for help I’m gonna pretend he’s asking me to ignore his situation and dance instead!

4/5

8) Neon Guts (Feat Pharrell Williams):

Two things: I misspell Pharrell’s name every single time I type it, and whoooo shit Pharrrlel can make a goddamn track, even now that he’s more of a spiritual guide to XXL’s freshman classes than a hit maker. He took his gigantic cowboy hat off and donned the BDBC fitted for this one. This is gonna be the biggest song off this whole album, mark my words. Shit slaps dummy hard.

5/5

9) Early 20 Rager:

Oh hey, Lil Uzi named this song the same thing as my friend’s name their Birthday events on Facebook! Hopefully this song doesn’t make me get dressed up and go to 3 bars I don’t like. He says “FUCK YO GIRL ON CAM, GOPRO” which is hilarious. I want my POV porn to have an extreme sports edge to it now. I wanna see Mia Malkova giving head while jumping out of an airplane ASAP.

3.5/5

10) UnFazed (Feat. The Weeknd):

Dog I fucking hate the weekday. I -oh wow this shit slaps nvm I’m wrong.. Still tho if I catch you out here with XO gear on I am throwing it high up into an unscalable tree. One with mad prickles. He does say “Take three Xannies like a hattrick” on this which is super fucking lame and ultra Canadian of him. I know I said that the Pharalel track would be the biggest song on this album, but every white girl I know who does blow loves The Weeknd so this track is gonna go quadruple platinum.

4/5

11. Pretty Mami:

               This song boring as fuck! Maybe Lil Uzi not liking rapping anymore… Isn’t a good thing? I thought disenfranchisement meant bangers that would make me wipe tears away in secrecy at the club… But maybe, instead it means a lack of bangers?????????????????????????? Fuck man… I hate whoever made this man so sad.

2.5/5

12) How To Talk:

THIS BITCH! This song starts with the audio of some woman calling Lil Uzi Vert out for some shit that uhhh I’m not paying attention to. Somebody on 4chan analyze this woman’s vocality n stuff so we know who to speak to about making this guy sad. This song slaps tho, he’s all apologetic about treating her badly and jealous that she’s talking to a ball player. The beat is rad as hell. This is the mood I think of when I think of Lil Uzi’s music. More of this, less Pretty Mami.

4/5

13) X:

Metro Boomin and Pierre Bourne co-producing a Lil Uzi Vert track? I’m in clout heaven. Somebody fetch me a pair of those dumbass glasses that every future dead kid wears while they nod out on xanax. You know the ones? The Fallout 4 fancy lady joints. Thanks. Okay this song is golden and I will defend it no matter what the hell happens with the next two tracks. I’m doin all of Uzi’s dances as best I can to this, eating gummy bears, feelin cute.

5/5

14) Malfunction:

               In the first verse on this dreamy lil song Uzi says “ALL MY GIRLS DRESS LIKE THEY WORK AT HOOTERS” like it’s a good thing. If I’m worth millions of dollars, my many, many girlfriends would all be dressed in differently themed designer garb: One goth model with diamond encrusted tears, one pioneer thot with a golden pitchfork, a pair of ghost women wearing spooky Red Bottoms, etc. Let’s have some showmanship, please. This song is good though, the last ¼ of this album is picking it up.

4/5

15) Dark Queen:

Dark Queen is my favourite race in World Of Warcraft, so I’m stoked on this. The song is all about his relationship with his mother, and how it relates with his relationship with the music business instead of sick raids and fuckin uhhhhhhhh killin monsters? Idk I never played WoW I was too busy playing other videogames u fuckin dorks.

3.5/5

16) XO TOUR LIF3:

               *Crying* SHE SAID BABY I AM NOT AFRAID TO - *still crying* DIE! I forgot this song was on the album. Wow, what a fuckin banger. I want whoever reads this to make sure the lyrics to this song are etched into my gravestone (if I somehow don’t end up buried in an unmarked grave by a jilted lover and her new, tougher boyfriend) Ugh this goes so fuckin hard. This is one of the only songs that, if you have it as your ringtone and it goes off really loudly while we’re sitting next to each other on the C-Train, won’t earn you a dirty look and a subtweet. I want to celebrate the sadness in this song. You did it, Lil Uzi.

5/5

 FINAL SCORE: 7.8/10

This shit had some up and down moments, I’m not gonna lie. But, the good outweighed the bad. I hope Uzi finds the help he needs before his hair gets any more neon than it already is. We believe in you, lil fella.

[glyrics-blog1]

2Pacalypse Now

Young Black Male

[2pac:] Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts And stacking much mail I'm packing a gat 'cause guys wanna jack And fuck going to jail 'Cause I ain't a crook, despite how I look I don't sell yayo They judging a brother like covers on books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hitting 'em out of the doors So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fucking the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminyjimminy grows Then whaddaya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says ho That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check Now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real niggas bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes, nigga, N-I-G-G-A, niggas Ay, nigga, you can't handle that shit! Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! It smells like skunk, skunk smells like that nigga, momma We ain't nuttin' but some low down dirty niggas Keep it real, nigga! Fuck you, nigga! You ain't giving me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ides, it's an Old E thing, baby Strictly some of that Hennessy Can I drink with you, fellas? Can I get it on it? Fuck you, capo. You ain't in, baby I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking All that shit, when I come back, OK? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back Young black male!

TRAPPED

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought Nine-millimeter kickin' thinkin' about what the streets do to me 'Cause they never talk peace in the black community All we know is violence, do the job in silence Walk the city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading for the big pen Niggas comin' out worse-off than when they went in Over the years I done a lot of growin' up Getting drunk, throwin' up Cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harasses me I just might go psycho And when I get 'em, I'll hit 'em with the bum rush Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed Yo, if you're smart you'll really let me go, G But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch the Uzi They got me trapped Uh, uh, they can't keep the black man down They got me trapped Naw, they can't keep the black man down Trapped Uh, uh, they can't keep the black man down Trapped Naw, they can't keep the black man down They got me trapped Can barely walk the city streets Without a cop harassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against the wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm telling you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on the concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was the wrong street Bang, bang, count another casualty But it's a cop who's shot for his brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because the man's slain He got caught in the chains of his own game How can I feel guilty after all the things they did to me? Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day I'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie, don't play that It's time I let 'em suffer the payback I'm trying to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped Uh, uh, they can't keep the black man down They got me trapped Naw, they can't keep the black man down Trapped Uh, uh, they can't keep the black man down Trapped Naw, they can't keep the black man down Now I'm trapped and want to find my getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay Can't use the phone 'Cause I'm sure someone is tapping in Did it before Ain't scared to use my gat again I look back in hindsight the fight was irrelevant But now he's the devil's friend Too late to be tellin' him He shot first and I'll be damned if I run away Homie is done away, I should've put my gun away I wasn't thinking, all I heard was the ridicule Girlies was laughin', Tup saying, "Damn homies is dissing you." I fired my weapon Started steppin' in the hurricane I got shot so I dropped Feelin' a burst of pain Got to my feet Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood Now I'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said, "Freeze, or you'll be dead today." Trapped in a corner Dark and I couldn't see the light Thoughts in my mind was the nine and a better life What do I do? Live my life in a prison cell? I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped Uh, uh, they can't keep the black man down They got me trapped Naw, they can't keep the black man down Trapped Uh, uh, they can't keep the black man down Trapped Naw, they can't keep the black man down

Soulja Story

Crack done took a part of my family tree My momma's on the shit, my daddy split and moms is steady blaming me Is it my fault, just cause I'm a young black male? Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sales Only fifteen and got problems Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em They finally pull me over and I laugh "Remember Rodney King?" and I blast on his punk ass Now I got a murder case... You speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz' and a black mask Ducking fuckin' Task, now who's the jackass? Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a Glock too What the fuck would you do? Drop them or let 'em drop you? I chose droppin' the cop I got me a Glock, and a Glock for the niggas on my block Momma tried to stab me, I moved out Sold a pound a weed, made G's, bought a new house I'm only seventeen, I'm the new king Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz'-thick But all good things don't last Task came fast, and busted my black ass Coolin' in the pen, where the good's kept Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps A soulja [Verse 2: 2Pac as the younger brother] Buck, buck - niggas get fucked, don't step to this Quiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a death wish Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it's hectic Here's the anorexic, I'm makin' it to an exit Walking through the streets on the black tip Packed with several gats, cause I'm on some pay 'em back shit Niggas don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down Now I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now That's what I call a kingpin Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing Tellin' him just be ready set Pack ya shit up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet Niggas from the block on the boat now Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke - pow! These punks about to get hit by the best I'm wearin' double vest... so aim at my fuckin' chest I'll be makin' straight dome calls Touch the button on the wall, you'll be pickin' up your own balls I can still hear my mother shout "Hit the pen nigga -- break your bigger brother out" I got a message for the warden I'm comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y'all A crazy motherfucker making death calls Just bring me my brother and we leavin' For every minute you stall, one of y'all bleedin' They brought my brother in a jiffy I took a cop, just in case things got tricky And just as we was walkin' out (BANG!) I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth My brother caught a bullet too I think he gon' pull through, he deserve to The fast life ain't everything they told ya Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja

I Don’t Give A Fuck

don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit I'm all in I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jacking I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hearse past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe' me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my check I get more respect from the mother-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cause this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger From the mother-fuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do your figure!? A mother-fuckin' night nigga Ready to buck and rip shit up I had enough and I don't give a fuck

Niggas!, isn't just the blacks Also a gang of mother-fuckers dressed in blue slacks They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city They say niggas like to do niggas, Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot you and the pass for the blast take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that's just his luck 'Cause a nigga like me Don't really give a fuck

lked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a mother fucker wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? 'Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black need They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat While he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as Casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Usta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck

They just don't give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the America Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers And fuck you Fuck y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2pacalypse mother fuckin' know Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my uncle Tommy's balls Fuck Y'all Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

Violent

They claim that I'm violent Just 'cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin' fits 'Cause I'm not buyin' it, defyin' it Envious because I will rebel against Any oppressor - and this is known as self-defense I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see 'Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin' told, heard enough lies I told 'em fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from Look through our history, America's the violent one Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery This time the payback for evil shit you did to me They call me militant, racist 'cause I will resist You wanna censor somethin', motherfucker censor this! My words are weapons and I'm steppin' to the silent Wakin' up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent "They claimin' that I'm violent." "Fuck the damn cop!" "Just because we play what the people want." [3x] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin' to rob me?" He had the nerve to say that I had a curfew ("Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!") Get out the car - or I'll hurt you So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete (Ay man... Aiyyo... Ay man, just c'mon?) ("What you doing, man?") They tried to frame me They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ("I'm out!") he tried to run (Freeze, nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun My homie dropped, so I hit the cop I kept swingin', yo, I couldn't stop Before I knew it, I was beatin' the cop senseless The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless (Argh, fuck you! Ungh!) Now I'm against this cop who was racist Givin' him a taste of trading places And all this 'cause the peckerwood was tryin' this frame up, But I came up Now they claimin' that I'm violent "They claimin' that I'm violent." "Fuck the damn cop!" "Just because we play what the people want." [3x] As I was beatin' on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-oh) Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand He shot the cop (damn!). Now he's a dead man I said, come on, it's time for us to get away (Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here.) They called for backup, and they'll be on their way Jumped in the car and tried to get away quick The car wouldn't start (damn!). We in deep shit So we jumped out (C'mon, let's take the cop's car) We drove a little ways thinkin' that we got far But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights (that's a lotta of one time) If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight I grabbed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge (yeah, it's on now) Load 'em up quick, it's time for us to spray We'll shoot 'em up with they own fuckin' weapons And when we through sprayin' then we steppin' This is a lesson to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with real niggas, get ya fuckin' ass dropped So here we go, the police against us Dark as dusk, waitin' for the guns to bust (What's next, man?) What's next? I don't know and I don't care One thing fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here But if I go, I'm takin' all these punks with me (Pass me a clip) Pass me a clip, G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Givin' them a reason to claim that I'm violent "They claimin' that I'm violent." "Fuck the damn cop!" "Just because we play what the people want." [3x]

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Raekwon Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

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Raekwon Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

Raekwon 첫 솔로앨범 Only Built 4 Cuban Linx (1995년)

  Let’s kick that old school shit

  힙합클래식 중 손꼽히는 앨범

랩 가사야 릴웨인의 영향으로 많이많이 발전 했지만

그래도 힙합은 옛날 90년대 음악을 제일 좋아합니다

요즘 힙합은 개인적으로 잘 안듣습니다

편식이 심해진거 같아요

  뭐 어쨌든 힙합하면 떠오르는 이미지가 게토생활의 힘든 삶 정도가 아닐까

그런 느낌을 가장 제대로 살린게 골든에라 90년대 힙합 이란 말이지요

그래서 아직까지도 그��의 향수를 가지고 있고 느끼고 즐기고 있습니다

오랫만에 올드한 느낌의 뮤직비디오 즐겨 보세요

            Raekwon – Ice Cream

  [Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)]

Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming!

[Chorus:]

Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!)

[Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)]

Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you’re clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby’s wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean’s Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard’s bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you’d be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I’m high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let’s make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let’s go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)]

Shaolin’s finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I’m loungin, big dick style, y’all niggaz is the flyest Moves you’re making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you’re looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I’m shootin downtown I’m rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who’s that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain’t afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Cappachino]

Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta’s and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you’re lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets

[Outro: Method Man]

Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It’s the after party and bitches want to fuck

[Chorus:]

Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream

Yeah, your guts

[Chorus: 3/4ths]

Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream

One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That’s for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff

    Criminology

[Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)]

“I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey not to FUCK ME.” “Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!” “Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?” “You wanna go to war?…. Wanna go to war, OK?”

Comin up on half a mil, we build Get real God, taking you on another one Son Uhh, Julio Igleasias Makin CREAM like that nigga

[Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it’s militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit It’s manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin While I’ll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause +Cash Rules Everything Around Me+ black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Just a minute son… AK’s black bust back like seventy Macs I’m all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo’ Society But anyway, let’s toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Phonograph hip-hop put me on top ��Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I’ll take your lie and shit And then you know, I’m runnin through the penal, foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid No I’m not doin a bid Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac’ Nigga… bring it! Yeah..

[Outro: Raekwon] Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil’ ice rockin niggaz

      incarcerated scarfaces

  [Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef] Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz

[Chorus: Raekwon the Chef] Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It’s for real though, let’s connect politic – ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who’s the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who’s the black Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour’s Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don’t wet it Real niggaz lick shots, peace Connecticut

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Chef’ll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs Wit Mac-10’s and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can’t stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it’s just slang rap democracy Here’s the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar’s Palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man’s cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in RapPage But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat – it’s goin’ down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin Niggaz, yo they be foldin’ like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin like Kahlua’s on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy’s hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith – believe it!

[Chorus]

[Outro] …politic ditto …get lifted in the staircases

    Heaven & Hell

   [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface]

Yo what what, yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four, we must go to war fast With the pen and the pad God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid Money clothes designer hoes and shows y’all

[Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface]

Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make moves and slide like greese What? I’m all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front I’m slammin you like the Lex So now I’m out in the ninety-five Rockin that real nigga don’t die Guess down Drawers Kani! But yo I’m makin a pit stop Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo Whattup Hobbes? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked He made a half of mil for real He brought about fo’ bricks Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn’t even rest, I need the vic And when I slept, I dream G’s, Son I need some Keys roll self, call up Son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his click Gimme a minute and I’m with it Yo niggaz done did it Rock your vest Keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in BoJangles Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G’s worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what, all up in his face With his man’s mace, medallions the size of dinner plates Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G’s worth of jewels of that nigga DO HIM! So now I’m lampin in my man’s Land Streets is hot like sand Jesus rollin in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Got to go down like that Shallah Cigars AND BALL HATS

[Outro:]

Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don’t beleive in heaven cause we’re livin in hell [x2] So it’s your life (we’re livin in hell, we’re livin in hellllllll) What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y’all That’s how it goes Whatever

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don’t believe in heaven cause we’re livin in hell 31st chamber y’all So it’s your life

(What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?) Niggaz ain’t even know Son, only half is sewed cash (You don’t believe in heaven cause we’re livin in hell) They haven’t yet sold their weight (What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?) Question, shit is real, youknowhatI’msayin (You don’t believe…) Niggaz think it’s all about a real live Allah A little hundred dollars and that make you a man KnowhatI’msayin? You ain’t even promised tomorrow Son, word up Niggaz don’t understand how life can be so short Come so fast With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you’re gone baby Straight up, knowhatI’msayin, get turned to dust Return to the casket That ass is out Son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight up Word up Lose all your strength nigga Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken, we soakin wet though Keepin it real for my peopls Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon, you’re still in here baby Because you’re in my arms nigga, word up I never let you go baby YouknowhatI’msayin? You my life charm, word up For real Keep shinin Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA, he’s my nigga baby Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now YaknowhatI’msayin? Word up, Big Booth represent the Q Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float GZA, word up, Master Killer The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin them guns Word up