Ace Hood
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MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"'Bout Me"
(feat. Ballgreezy)
"'Bout Me"
(feat. Ballgreezy)
Mr. Hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like band wood,
That black flag swag is part of my man hood,
That pistol on that seat it's just keepin ya man good,
I'll pop his top like drops and can goods,
I'm gutta
Tell you one thing bout me
I'm stuck to duh greens
Like duh coke to the feens
And if by all means
Just pay me in all green
Sprite chasin the promethezine
I'm on leen,
Ball greez my dude
Well goon ya hole team,
I'm him them dangers ask ya man dange
15 bottles of rose and champain
Niggas dey no duh name
And understand the game
I kno u c the chain
It's we the best the game...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
I'm a stack my bread and fuck niggas hoes,
Shoot dice, drink liquor and sell dope,
Tote fire stay fresh err where I go
Pop pills n wildin keep my codeon
Pack extra clips nd get my suit on
Ask bitch ass niggas who wanna move wrong
So if you got it on ya mind let a nigga know
So I cud show u dat duh nine send niggas home
Otha den dat duh street niggas love greez
Even doe dey baby mama wanna fuck me
I'm 100 bout everything duh boy du
Dats y duh crowd behind me err where I move
Nd u can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen it's bout money,
I du it for dem young niggas dat pop beans, the hot boys with big stacks cops see...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
Ayy where my goons at,
Where my g's at
Where dem killas n dem zoe's stayin so strapped
Broaward county on the map dats a known fact,
N wen I tawk bak people runnin fo flat(brrrraaat)
Nd night light see duh light u cud follow dat
... I creep all black.
So straped,
Fuck rap get ya baby boy kidnapped,
Black flag my rag got duh wrist wrap...
We stilla g wen I walked out of pintack,
Cause I'm me
Whose he we cud end dat,
Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat,
I'm cold like caronas in a 6 pack
, ace hood gettin head like a ball cap
One thing about me I dnt call back,
Fall back I'm addicted 2 duh brown bag
, mc hammer swag,
Can't touch dat...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
(feat. Ballgreezy)
"'Bout Me"
(feat. Ballgreezy)
Mr. Hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like band wood,
That black flag swag is part of my man hood,
That pistol on that seat it's just keepin ya man good,
I'll pop his top like drops and can goods,
I'm gutta
Tell you one thing bout me
I'm stuck to duh greens
Like duh coke to the feens
And if by all means
Just pay me in all green
Sprite chasin the promethezine
I'm on leen,
Ball greez my dude
Well goon ya hole team,
I'm him them dangers ask ya man dange
15 bottles of rose and champain
Niggas dey no duh name
And understand the game
I kno u c the chain
It's we the best the game...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
I'm a stack my bread and fuck niggas hoes,
Shoot dice, drink liquor and sell dope,
Tote fire stay fresh err where I go
Pop pills n wildin keep my codeon
Pack extra clips nd get my suit on
Ask bitch ass niggas who wanna move wrong
So if you got it on ya mind let a nigga know
So I cud show u dat duh nine send niggas home
Otha den dat duh street niggas love greez
Even doe dey baby mama wanna fuck me
I'm 100 bout everything duh boy du
Dats y duh crowd behind me err where I move
Nd u can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen it's bout money,
I du it for dem young niggas dat pop beans, the hot boys with big stacks cops see...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
Ayy where my goons at,
Where my g's at
Where dem killas n dem zoe's stayin so strapped
Broaward county on the map dats a known fact,
N wen I tawk bak people runnin fo flat(brrrraaat)
Nd night light see duh light u cud follow dat
... I creep all black.
So straped,
Fuck rap get ya baby boy kidnapped,
Black flag my rag got duh wrist wrap...
We stilla g wen I walked out of pintack,
Cause I'm me
Whose he we cud end dat,
Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat,
I'm cold like caronas in a 6 pack
, ace hood gettin head like a ball cap
One thing about me I dnt call back,
Fall back I'm addicted 2 duh brown bag
, mc hammer swag,
Can't touch dat...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"100 Foreva"
"100 Foreva"
I’m sick of these niggas, I’m tired of these niggas
I do not fuck with a lot of these niggas
Gangster hitters, I be with gorillas
Strapped and they ready, you want it you get it
Please do not play with my paper, you finished
Patience is short but them choppers extended
My youngins they thuggin’, they smoking, they fucking
They still out to get it but facing a sentence
Fuck do you phonies be talking about
You do not know what that drama’s about
Make you a promise, I promise to ride
Streets is a struggle, I’m tryna survive
Look the bitches, the money we getting
Champagne that we sipping and foreigns to drive
I pull up on em and shit on your lawn
On my paper say owner, you know that it’s mine
I’m ready for beef just to capitalize
Rappers are petty, they pussy, vajin
Turn your little block to a vacated sign
They get to shooting like red line
Tony Montana, the crib in Atlanta
Thinking bout copping the Wraith or the Phantom
Jump on the jet in my fucking pajamas
Shout out my niggas 100 forever
All my lil niggas are still on probation
My [?] just caught him a charge, I’m praying he dodge immigration
He say fuck it’s PO and he still on them papers
And he just bought him a chopper, he told me it come with a laser
[Hook:]
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
Watch how you maneuver
I'm getting tired of tellin' you niggas
Don’t do the zoo, but I know some gorillas
Catch me a body on beats I’m a killer
Flow like a chopper that shot up a villa
Boy don’t forget me, I be with the sinners
I am a vet and you such a beginner
Bitch I run the summers and stunt in the winters
See 90 percent of your shit ain’t remembered
I’m back in this bitch and aim straight at your chest
Kick in the door till I get my respect
Heard the new music, it made me depressed
Free all my niggas that call me collect
We be the business, the lord as my witness
I’m way too committed, no time for them bitches
Shout out Ms. Simmons, you know you can get it
I’m the building, them shooters attending
Like knowledge, we ready for war
Nigga was young when I jumped off the porch
Gave up the tigers and now want the Porsche
Once I got right then my mama divorced
Play with my people, I show no remorse
Throw on my jewelry then show up to court
Crib is so big it look like a resort
Nigga we made it, I’m faded of course
Fuck all these niggas, we fucking they bitch
Hate when they act like they bout it, I guess they just want some attention
Don’t let my humbleness fool you nigga
Call up my niggas to call up they niggas to do you nigga
[Hook]
All of my niggas 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shout out my bitch is 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
"100 Foreva"
I’m sick of these niggas, I’m tired of these niggas
I do not fuck with a lot of these niggas
Gangster hitters, I be with gorillas
Strapped and they ready, you want it you get it
Please do not play with my paper, you finished
Patience is short but them choppers extended
My youngins they thuggin’, they smoking, they fucking
They still out to get it but facing a sentence
Fuck do you phonies be talking about
You do not know what that drama’s about
Make you a promise, I promise to ride
Streets is a struggle, I’m tryna survive
Look the bitches, the money we getting
Champagne that we sipping and foreigns to drive
I pull up on em and shit on your lawn
On my paper say owner, you know that it’s mine
I’m ready for beef just to capitalize
Rappers are petty, they pussy, vajin
Turn your little block to a vacated sign
They get to shooting like red line
Tony Montana, the crib in Atlanta
Thinking bout copping the Wraith or the Phantom
Jump on the jet in my fucking pajamas
Shout out my niggas 100 forever
All my lil niggas are still on probation
My [?] just caught him a charge, I’m praying he dodge immigration
He say fuck it’s PO and he still on them papers
And he just bought him a chopper, he told me it come with a laser
[Hook:]
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
Watch how you maneuver
I'm getting tired of tellin' you niggas
Don’t do the zoo, but I know some gorillas
Catch me a body on beats I’m a killer
Flow like a chopper that shot up a villa
Boy don’t forget me, I be with the sinners
I am a vet and you such a beginner
Bitch I run the summers and stunt in the winters
See 90 percent of your shit ain’t remembered
I’m back in this bitch and aim straight at your chest
Kick in the door till I get my respect
Heard the new music, it made me depressed
Free all my niggas that call me collect
We be the business, the lord as my witness
I’m way too committed, no time for them bitches
Shout out Ms. Simmons, you know you can get it
I’m the building, them shooters attending
Like knowledge, we ready for war
Nigga was young when I jumped off the porch
Gave up the tigers and now want the Porsche
Once I got right then my mama divorced
Play with my people, I show no remorse
Throw on my jewelry then show up to court
Crib is so big it look like a resort
Nigga we made it, I’m faded of course
Fuck all these niggas, we fucking they bitch
Hate when they act like they bout it, I guess they just want some attention
Don’t let my humbleness fool you nigga
Call up my niggas to call up they niggas to do you nigga
[Hook]
All of my niggas 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shout out my bitch is 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"2-12-12 (Thoughts)"
"2-12-12 (Thoughts)"
RIP Whitney Houston
God bless her soul
I'm just vibin' doe
But for you haters
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
I swear to God
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Andi, Kiko, Renegades
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Money talks so what's your conversation?
Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated
Being broke ain't a joke, that feeling is devastating
Nightmare so that force never stated
Calculating every dollar bill
Reminiscin', they missin' like someone on a mill
Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still
Look at my niggas loyalty's mad real
That's cause we got this from the bottom up
Number slidin' in my homie momma truck
We did what we had to do, we ain't give a fuck
Now we the niggas winnin' dog, wuddup?
Ain't it funny how the time fly?
Couple cars and a twenty story high rise
Took a minute but shit connecting like wi fi
It's fuck you to the niggas who sad my career died
Shit, I'm livin' quite well
On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking lobster tales
With a Spanish mommy give me the opposite the tails
Ask me do I like it, poppy I'm like hell yea
We da best the fuckin' logo
Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos
Own a couple cars but I need one more though
Felt I'm coming soon, real nigga YOLO
True, I'm just rappin' doe aye
Nothing's gonna stop me
I tell 'em (nothing's gonna stop me)
Yea, feel good when you comin' from nothin' homie
But I tell 'er (othing's gonna stop me)
Swear to God (nothing's gonna stop me)
Starvation
In the studio, watching the Grammy's homie
Pray today they nominate the one and only
Probly cry some tears at the ceremony
Only lord knows when they ready for me
Inspiration runnin' through my blood
Motivated from the fact I made it through the mud
Kept my faith although they doubted when I lost my buzz
All over somethin' that I'm winnin' ain't gon show me love
In the street label me underrated
Story for respect my only ultimatum
They ask me who that's why you goin' hard
Cause I just want my mama off that boulevard
I come from a city where there ain't many stars
And given no pity promised them prison bars
Teachers said I won't amount to shit
Graduated high-school, college never in it
Still I manage through seven figures with common sense
And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit
Fuck it right I never stop
Found a way to motivate the niggas' block
Whitney Houston died yesterday
God bless 'er, hope she end up at them heaven gates
Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate
In the mean time, let's let this marinate
Yea, I'm just vibin' doe
Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me)
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me man
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
R.I.P Trayvon Martin
Justice will be served my brother
But guess what
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me)
God bless
Hood
"2-12-12 (Thoughts)"
RIP Whitney Houston
God bless her soul
I'm just vibin' doe
But for you haters
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
I swear to God
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Andi, Kiko, Renegades
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Money talks so what's your conversation?
Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated
Being broke ain't a joke, that feeling is devastating
Nightmare so that force never stated
Calculating every dollar bill
Reminiscin', they missin' like someone on a mill
Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still
Look at my niggas loyalty's mad real
That's cause we got this from the bottom up
Number slidin' in my homie momma truck
We did what we had to do, we ain't give a fuck
Now we the niggas winnin' dog, wuddup?
Ain't it funny how the time fly?
Couple cars and a twenty story high rise
Took a minute but shit connecting like wi fi
It's fuck you to the niggas who sad my career died
Shit, I'm livin' quite well
On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking lobster tales
With a Spanish mommy give me the opposite the tails
Ask me do I like it, poppy I'm like hell yea
We da best the fuckin' logo
Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos
Own a couple cars but I need one more though
Felt I'm coming soon, real nigga YOLO
True, I'm just rappin' doe aye
Nothing's gonna stop me
I tell 'em (nothing's gonna stop me)
Yea, feel good when you comin' from nothin' homie
But I tell 'er (othing's gonna stop me)
Swear to God (nothing's gonna stop me)
Starvation
In the studio, watching the Grammy's homie
Pray today they nominate the one and only
Probly cry some tears at the ceremony
Only lord knows when they ready for me
Inspiration runnin' through my blood
Motivated from the fact I made it through the mud
Kept my faith although they doubted when I lost my buzz
All over somethin' that I'm winnin' ain't gon show me love
In the street label me underrated
Story for respect my only ultimatum
They ask me who that's why you goin' hard
Cause I just want my mama off that boulevard
I come from a city where there ain't many stars
And given no pity promised them prison bars
Teachers said I won't amount to shit
Graduated high-school, college never in it
Still I manage through seven figures with common sense
And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit
Fuck it right I never stop
Found a way to motivate the niggas' block
Whitney Houston died yesterday
God bless 'er, hope she end up at them heaven gates
Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate
In the mean time, let's let this marinate
Yea, I'm just vibin' doe
Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me)
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me man
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
R.I.P Trayvon Martin
Justice will be served my brother
But guess what
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me)
God bless
Hood
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"4 Da Hoes"
"4 Da Hoes"
Hehehe, see I like all different types of flavors,
you know, Puerto Rican, oh them Spanish bitches be good too
What we doing tonight!?
[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!
I walked in no talking, just rocks in my watches (whoo!)
All hoes I’m fucking, I can’t even acknowledge (yee!)
Get money, mo money money your college fund in my pocket! (whoo!)
Jealous, they jealous these munchies yee' ain’t got them! (oof!)
Pop a pill and get charged up, how you feel? I give no fucks!
You, you, and your homegirl can meet me in the back of my tour bus!
Young nigga go way up, fuck her good with her legs up!
Came in with yo girlfriend, but I leave with her cause she chose up! (OOH!)
Said she never fucked with a rich nigga (Sorry)
I mean a real nigga, and I know just exactly what to do with her! (YEAH!!)
[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!
Fine, and she classy with a little bit of that ratchet!
Not compared to these lame niggas that ain’t even in my bracket!
Money don’t make you real no, niggas be stunting in the rental
Niggas get stuck in the friendzone, me and yo bitch in the Benzo!
And we fly, hop on the flight to Dubai, fuck if you like it or not
Puffin’ the lye, I am considered the guy maybe you must’ve forgot
I want the world, I need the prettiest girl, I want the one with the curves
Give her the word, you know the one you deserve
While them other niggas get curved! (oooh!)
Said she, never got fucked by a trill nigga
Sexy black, eight pack throw the hip in her!
And I know what’s gon’ happen when I’m done with ‘er! (laughs)
[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!
"4 Da Hoes"
Hehehe, see I like all different types of flavors,
you know, Puerto Rican, oh them Spanish bitches be good too
What we doing tonight!?
[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!
I walked in no talking, just rocks in my watches (whoo!)
All hoes I’m fucking, I can’t even acknowledge (yee!)
Get money, mo money money your college fund in my pocket! (whoo!)
Jealous, they jealous these munchies yee' ain’t got them! (oof!)
Pop a pill and get charged up, how you feel? I give no fucks!
You, you, and your homegirl can meet me in the back of my tour bus!
Young nigga go way up, fuck her good with her legs up!
Came in with yo girlfriend, but I leave with her cause she chose up! (OOH!)
Said she never fucked with a rich nigga (Sorry)
I mean a real nigga, and I know just exactly what to do with her! (YEAH!!)
[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!
Fine, and she classy with a little bit of that ratchet!
Not compared to these lame niggas that ain’t even in my bracket!
Money don’t make you real no, niggas be stunting in the rental
Niggas get stuck in the friendzone, me and yo bitch in the Benzo!
And we fly, hop on the flight to Dubai, fuck if you like it or not
Puffin’ the lye, I am considered the guy maybe you must’ve forgot
I want the world, I need the prettiest girl, I want the one with the curves
Give her the word, you know the one you deserve
While them other niggas get curved! (oooh!)
Said she, never got fucked by a trill nigga
Sexy black, eight pack throw the hip in her!
And I know what’s gon’ happen when I’m done with ‘er! (laughs)
[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"6 Summers"
"6 Summers"
[Hook:]
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six bitches, six Hummers
Real niggas, all gunners
Six summers, six summers
Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
[Verse 1:]
Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin's rage a crib just for some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with that chopper close
Every seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four
Ten bitches, all fucking
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday
All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight
Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away
Then I lost my nigga [?] it took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never forget me
And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to God be with me
My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy
My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami
My sneakers [?], that red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags
Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah
[Hook]
"6 Summers"
[Hook:]
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six bitches, six Hummers
Real niggas, all gunners
Six summers, six summers
Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
[Verse 1:]
Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin's rage a crib just for some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with that chopper close
Every seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four
Ten bitches, all fucking
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday
All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight
Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away
Then I lost my nigga [?] it took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never forget me
And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to God be with me
My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy
My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami
My sneakers [?], that red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags
Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah
[Hook]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"A Hustler's Prayer"
"A Hustler's Prayer"
I rebuke the devil away from me
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Pray for me mama
Live, Starvation
If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]
Man I’m sick and tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dog and I felt like this the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter, felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on my mind feel for the hand, I’m just gonna slow sip
Cuz I’m way to stressed and again I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see a man with no fear
Oh lord, oh lord this world is hell although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my vibe. Oh why? Oh why must I just keep on sinnin’?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake, now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s, getting life in prison
I’m tryna tell you man
Watch the ones who you hang around
The enemy approaching any second now
If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]
Woke up early in the morning, said I gotta get it
Loadin’ up my pistol, I just pray that all my sins forgiven
And I know I’m livin’ wrong but mama, you just pray for me
Gotta make this money so my family forever eating
That Jesus piece around my neck keep the devil away from me
In an old school cut let’s keep that problem with me on the secret
Just hopin’ right but the man above before I go to sleepin’
In nothing lesser than a G, that’s how they bury me
Have mercy on ‘em
If I should die before I wake
Pull me out some liquor when you’re at the wake
And I’ll be good as long as I know my daughter’s straight
Realest shit I ever wrote, this has a hustler's prayer
If I should die before I wait
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]
"A Hustler's Prayer"
I rebuke the devil away from me
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Pray for me mama
Live, Starvation
If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]
Man I’m sick and tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dog and I felt like this the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter, felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on my mind feel for the hand, I’m just gonna slow sip
Cuz I’m way to stressed and again I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see a man with no fear
Oh lord, oh lord this world is hell although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my vibe. Oh why? Oh why must I just keep on sinnin’?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake, now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s, getting life in prison
I’m tryna tell you man
Watch the ones who you hang around
The enemy approaching any second now
If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]
Woke up early in the morning, said I gotta get it
Loadin’ up my pistol, I just pray that all my sins forgiven
And I know I’m livin’ wrong but mama, you just pray for me
Gotta make this money so my family forever eating
That Jesus piece around my neck keep the devil away from me
In an old school cut let’s keep that problem with me on the secret
Just hopin’ right but the man above before I go to sleepin’
In nothing lesser than a G, that’s how they bury me
Have mercy on ‘em
If I should die before I wake
Pull me out some liquor when you’re at the wake
And I’ll be good as long as I know my daughter’s straight
Realest shit I ever wrote, this has a hustler's prayer
If I should die before I wait
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All Bets On Ace"
"All Bets On Ace"
As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I tell 'em I should fear no man so where my enemy at?
I'm movin' dat Phantom wit' cannons
See the curtains is black
I murder you niggas for certain and
I be in and be back
Like an Energizer bunny I keep it goin' in fact
Hop on any track and demolish
Don't you bother wit' that
Cuz that bitch who bother
Me them hollows out the Tahoe
We be poppin' like it's bottles
Chop you up like a sarodo in fact
I get on any shit and rip it peep my energy pack
Just name any nigga dat want wit' me riddle me that
Riddle me this, if I don't rip you consider me wack
I'm on top of the fuckin' game so y'all do better than dat
But I think dey runnin' late dey takin' breaks
Before you think or even blink I be off up in yo' place
Put dat heater to yo' face
And tell you lead me to the safe
Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place
This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace
That is I greedy guy, run up in and take yo' pies
If you niggas wonder why, look it's in my fuckin' eyes
Never wonder what's in mind, give you just a bit of time
I'm starvin' you fuck niggas out of yo' mind
Fuck yo' problems, fuck yo' momma
Fuck yo' baby momma drama, fuck yo' sista
Fuck yo' daughter, when you fuckin' wit' the Devil
We are rebels
Hear the tremble when you walk over them pebbles
Wear them guns like it's a medal bitch
I heavy metal handle grip, word shop like it's a sander
I'm 100 and loaded like a muthafuckin' Rambo
Make you scramble from this ammo
That I put off in this hammer, bitch it's hammer time
You asinine, I'm mastermind
And half the time I'm over time
And after mine there will be none
If there's some they runnin' from me half the time
Yes I am a problem I be wildin'
I be smilin' while I'm askin' for yo' wallet
What you drivin'? Give me diamonds
Ask yo' lady she desire me cuz I'm fly as any pilot
Quitted college just to follow me the sight
See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face
Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K
I am runnin' in yo' place it is I
Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D
Mister get you when you sleep
Mister see me in the street
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' beast, I never sleep
I just go eat
And if I hear of any beef, and then I want a lil' piece
Just let me get a lil' piece
I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G
A matter fact I am a G, and you a P-U-S-S-Y
All you niggas said I couldn't, and I told you to yo' eyes
And bitch I'm on some murder mind
And bitch I'm on some other grind
You can't compare me to yo' kind
Just listen up and wonder why
Yes I am blind to you niggas rappin' wit' no passion
Can't imagine, ever yappin'
I be rappin', spittin' magic, let you have it
Now let me breath and let me free you some satisfaction
Huhhhhh October 14th, Gutta
Like I told you niggas befo'
See I be in and be back
I'm like an Energizer bunny wit' no energy pack
Fuck lettin' you niggas go breath, you can swallow the track
Or you can swallow all them hollows that insert to the gat
And see I gave, won't fold now I'm back in yo' chest
It's all bets on the next nigga show me yo' best
And next time I come around have that check and da cash
Just tell dem niggas Khaled they should put it all on yo' man
Yeah, put it all on yo' man
October 14th I'm takin' all bets in advance
"All Bets On Ace"
As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I tell 'em I should fear no man so where my enemy at?
I'm movin' dat Phantom wit' cannons
See the curtains is black
I murder you niggas for certain and
I be in and be back
Like an Energizer bunny I keep it goin' in fact
Hop on any track and demolish
Don't you bother wit' that
Cuz that bitch who bother
Me them hollows out the Tahoe
We be poppin' like it's bottles
Chop you up like a sarodo in fact
I get on any shit and rip it peep my energy pack
Just name any nigga dat want wit' me riddle me that
Riddle me this, if I don't rip you consider me wack
I'm on top of the fuckin' game so y'all do better than dat
But I think dey runnin' late dey takin' breaks
Before you think or even blink I be off up in yo' place
Put dat heater to yo' face
And tell you lead me to the safe
Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place
This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace
That is I greedy guy, run up in and take yo' pies
If you niggas wonder why, look it's in my fuckin' eyes
Never wonder what's in mind, give you just a bit of time
I'm starvin' you fuck niggas out of yo' mind
Fuck yo' problems, fuck yo' momma
Fuck yo' baby momma drama, fuck yo' sista
Fuck yo' daughter, when you fuckin' wit' the Devil
We are rebels
Hear the tremble when you walk over them pebbles
Wear them guns like it's a medal bitch
I heavy metal handle grip, word shop like it's a sander
I'm 100 and loaded like a muthafuckin' Rambo
Make you scramble from this ammo
That I put off in this hammer, bitch it's hammer time
You asinine, I'm mastermind
And half the time I'm over time
And after mine there will be none
If there's some they runnin' from me half the time
Yes I am a problem I be wildin'
I be smilin' while I'm askin' for yo' wallet
What you drivin'? Give me diamonds
Ask yo' lady she desire me cuz I'm fly as any pilot
Quitted college just to follow me the sight
See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face
Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K
I am runnin' in yo' place it is I
Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D
Mister get you when you sleep
Mister see me in the street
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' beast, I never sleep
I just go eat
And if I hear of any beef, and then I want a lil' piece
Just let me get a lil' piece
I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G
A matter fact I am a G, and you a P-U-S-S-Y
All you niggas said I couldn't, and I told you to yo' eyes
And bitch I'm on some murder mind
And bitch I'm on some other grind
You can't compare me to yo' kind
Just listen up and wonder why
Yes I am blind to you niggas rappin' wit' no passion
Can't imagine, ever yappin'
I be rappin', spittin' magic, let you have it
Now let me breath and let me free you some satisfaction
Huhhhhh October 14th, Gutta
Like I told you niggas befo'
See I be in and be back
I'm like an Energizer bunny wit' no energy pack
Fuck lettin' you niggas go breath, you can swallow the track
Or you can swallow all them hollows that insert to the gat
And see I gave, won't fold now I'm back in yo' chest
It's all bets on the next nigga show me yo' best
And next time I come around have that check and da cash
Just tell dem niggas Khaled they should put it all on yo' man
Yeah, put it all on yo' man
October 14th I'm takin' all bets in advance
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Always"
"Always"
Always, Always
Always, Always
Always, Always
[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine
I always keep a stick, got that extra clip on me
I got it on my mind, incase they wanna slide on me
That's always [x10]
I'm always with the clique, always with the shits
Always off a sip, always off a 5th, always kept it real
Yeah, always getting fresh, always gotta flex
Never want the sex, always want the neck, always want the best
'Im always on the grind, tryna make another dime
While my youngins in the field, catching cases
It's always about the hustle, always off the muscle
Always dodging trouble, taking chances everyday
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve
[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
Tha'ts always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine
I'm always chasing comas, always in designer
Always got my momma, always know we gonna be good
I was always in the hood, wish a nigga would
Youngin off the porch, i was up to no good
If they try me right now, we can take it outside
All my niggas in this bitch, its going crazy
If you want me in your club, before i walk into the club
I ain't coming in, unless a nigga pay me
No I'm always bout a dollar, always popping bottles
Always with a model, nigga I am making moves
Always got it going, always in a foreign
Always got the hoes, they be repping for the crew
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve
[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine
"Always"
Always, Always
Always, Always
Always, Always
[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine
I always keep a stick, got that extra clip on me
I got it on my mind, incase they wanna slide on me
That's always [x10]
I'm always with the clique, always with the shits
Always off a sip, always off a 5th, always kept it real
Yeah, always getting fresh, always gotta flex
Never want the sex, always want the neck, always want the best
'Im always on the grind, tryna make another dime
While my youngins in the field, catching cases
It's always about the hustle, always off the muscle
Always dodging trouble, taking chances everyday
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve
[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
Tha'ts always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine
I'm always chasing comas, always in designer
Always got my momma, always know we gonna be good
I was always in the hood, wish a nigga would
Youngin off the porch, i was up to no good
If they try me right now, we can take it outside
All my niggas in this bitch, its going crazy
If you want me in your club, before i walk into the club
I ain't coming in, unless a nigga pay me
No I'm always bout a dollar, always popping bottles
Always with a model, nigga I am making moves
Always got it going, always in a foreign
Always got the hoes, they be repping for the crew
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve
[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Another Statistic"
"Another Statistic"
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Another statistic, nah
I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Don't wanna be another statistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
[Interlude:]
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they're trying to keep us down
Nothing should stop us from being victorious
We shall fight
We will never give up
We will never give in
We shall take it to the mountain top
Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's untamable as a youth
And fuck the government cause' they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents
Don't wanna be another statistic (preach)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
[Interlude:]
We refuse to be apart of divine violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for something
We don't fall for anything, stand up
What's all the pain you been through?
It's time, It's time to stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya'
Some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be another statistic (pray)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
"Another Statistic"
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Another statistic, nah
I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Don't wanna be another statistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
[Interlude:]
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they're trying to keep us down
Nothing should stop us from being victorious
We shall fight
We will never give up
We will never give in
We shall take it to the mountain top
Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's untamable as a youth
And fuck the government cause' they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents
Don't wanna be another statistic (preach)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
[Interlude:]
We refuse to be apart of divine violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for something
We don't fall for anything, stand up
What's all the pain you been through?
It's time, It's time to stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya'
Some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be another statistic (pray)
[Hook: Ace Hood]