Ace Hood

[fox69]

"Hip Hop"

"Hip Hop"


I'm at a loss of words
Just don't get it

[Verse 1:]
Dear the love of my life
I'm sick and tired of the fights
So we been fucking for years
But you been cheating for life
You give it up to them lames
And then you blow em that night
I Gave my heart to you baby
But you ain't doing me right
See I was young when I met ya
Had me fallin in seconds
Held me down in recessions
I'm thinking God what a blessing
Know my love runs deep
I toss and turn in my sleep
I need your heart in return
And if it ever would beat
I lost in touch with you once
Had me stressing for months
I started out in the barn
We done been through too much
I swear that life is a bitch
And plus you easy to switch
Ain't no worries lil mama
I ain't taking the fence
Keep on doin them lames
Keep on makin em rich
I'll be here for a while
You'll be back on my dick
Misses hip hop love
I forgive and forget
Still I wonder in time
Will you ever commit
I'm saying

[Verse 2:]
I went to war with some sinners
Laid in bed with the devils
Ain't no love in this game
It'll turn a Christian to rebels
Poured my heart and my soul
I let my passion develop
Why you playin with my feelings
I ain't the type to be jealous
Fuck that hip hop bitch
Let that last line settle
You fall in love with these rappers
Know I'm ten times better
Get it ten times wetter
Plus I'm way more clever
I'm from that fuck you era
Plus I'm top 5 level
What's a king to a God
What's your life to my nine
What's my life without you
I can't envision my odds
Why your hearts so cold
Where the love at tho
I deserve that shit
You'll be lying if I don't
You wasting time with them gimmicks
Suck a dick for your critics
Give a fuck who your favorite
I'm the name that you mention
You can look up the realest
I'm your sure definition
We been at it for years
I think it's time for commitment
I'm saying

 

[fox69]

"Home Invasion"
(feat. Vado)

"Home Invasion"
(feat. Vado)



[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed
Wake up (Wake up)
Open the door (Open the door)
Lay on the floor,
You've been robbed

[Verse 1:]
Uh! Nigga I smell murda
Glock 9, but them niggas turn up
10 killas in the Chevy
Nigga 16 with the burner
Teller put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash, actin funny with the cash hah?
Ok, niggas wanna play dumb-dumb
Dirty glocks, never knowin' where they come from
Bang, motherfucker get low
Hundred round chopper, that potato on the nose
Killas stay lurkin and they do it on purpose
I just tell em keep shootin like they tryna overdose
Keep playin with a real nigga
You gon end up in the box like Hilfiger
Yea, man you lookin at a gorilla
I don't like no niggas holdin niggas' glock like a 4 wheeler
Cus that bitch go to kickin, blue caine
All black when I'm ridin, Bruce Wayne
Niggas bump to the money, Hussein
Never change them true, 2 Chainz
Hundred grand to yo boys like loose change
Better hush for that choppa wanna do things
Bang! Chit-chit bang-bang!
Nigga!

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed

[Verse 2:]
Phone call from my Haitian homie say Papi got the good yay
No cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way
Call the homies, they gon run up on him, got sticks a waving too late
You know what I came for so don't play
Leave 100 O's round where you stay
Lawd, somebody call the popo
Snitch niggas die slow
Will they ever catch me?
Pussy nigga nono
Runnin out yo mouth, I'm just hopin you about it
Every nigga with me, boy that ready get started
No patdowns when I walk up in the party,
Smoking that stank, who he think he, Bob Marley?
No games
When I pull up in that foreign kill niggas
Hood nation, motherfucker, Real niggas
Won't stop, getting money, deal with it
Yea I'm fuckin yo bitch, I'm still in it
No tips on a whip so you see me in it
I can run through a clip, less than 2 minutes
Bang bang, reload til it start clickin

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed

[Verse 3:]
Uh, half a drank like who gave you?
Move caine, I've been Abel
Bakin soda, no label
TV on but no cable
Streets talkin, I heard em
Hands out but curd him
He don't wanna work, he just wanted work
That he can handout and just burn him
Heard it all before though
Then went and copped the 4 do
Told pop I needed 4 mo
He texted back like fo sho
10 choppas goin fofo
Come fofo, crack blow do
Had em all magnets
Why we don't spoke
I mean no speak, I thought I won't eat, nah
I'm tied niggas, tired niggas
Quick to talk how they tie niggas
I'm on the block like who's tied nigga
Gun is cocked like who's fine quicker
Corner pack like those my niggas
G spots, we rackin em
Church guarded, I'm backin em
That's a lot of money, we stackin em

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed
Wake up (Wake up)
Open the door (Open the door)
Lay on the floor,
You've been robbed

 

[fox69]

"Hope"

"Hope"


[Verse 1:]
I feel you
To every girl who ain't never had a daddy, and every boy who ain't never have a mother
To that pretty woman lost in the world, who seem to think another man won't love her
All the homies locked up in the pen, who can never seem to dodge that trouble
Hold your head up high cause there's better days, hard times I was praying for them better ways
I don't know a niggas struggle but I know pain
Cold world but a nigga trying to maintain
Still praying for a little change
Bills due and I can't pay
Or when your money low when your rent late
And doc say granny gone after thirty days
You don't even know the half of my heartache
Too many I done lost is a heartbreak
And they wonder why this young nigga goin' hard I done came too far from my boulevard
Couple war wounds, few battle scars, but I'm still here living gotta thank God.
It's a cold world, it don't love you
Funny what a little faith and a hope do
Lord

[Hook:]
And I know my momma praying for me,
And my granny praying for me,
I'm hustling for my family and that's every day and night,
And the day I witnessed my daughter born it was the greatest day of my life, my life.
Yeah take a look in my eyes, look how far a nigga came
You can search my soul, you understand my pain
Nigga trust nobody, and that probably never change
With a little bit of hope, you can reach your dreams

[Verse 2:]
For anybody who done ever had a dream, you are just like me
Still beleving in myself even when them niggas hated and they told me that it could not be
You's a muhfuckin' lie, motivate a nigga when you see him on the block
Tell me how it feel when you struggle with the bills, and your momma take pills, and you never seen your pop.
That put a dent right into my childhood,
Still praying that I want to live good.
Selling dope get you hoes and them nice cars,
I'm just thinking if I really should.
Small city young nigga with a mindset
Ain't never trying to be another convict
See I can't lose, and I won't quit
As long as God in my heart then I'm conscious
Remember when they said I wouldn't be shit?
People doubted that I ever had a gift
Who the fuck are you to judge me nigga? I will never let them sink my ship
Through the trials and tribulations, nigga still I stand, thank God in advance

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Growing up I wanted to be like Jordan,
Even though I couldn't really afford it.
Who's to say I can't be an Obama,
A Tiger Woods worth about a billion dollars?
Everybody wanna sell a little coke,
Cause it's cool to them niggas you know.
Nobody wanna be another judge.
Young niggas only looking for the plug (hope)
Watch your momma doing dope
Daddy locked in the pen
And you on your own
Gotta keep your head up
When you're tired and fed up
Better days gon' come
Better days gon' come

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"How I'm Raised"

"How I'm Raised"


[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby

[Verse 1:]
I done been through hell and back but now a nigga still learn
Hope the Lord watch over me cause I'm a need his mercy
And I'm a put this real shit and this one in my verse
That's just how I'm raised
Ain't never snitched or told on my dawg
Ain't never copped a plea to get off
Ain't never testified on no stand
Ain't never point a hand at no man
I done seen gangstas, niggas turn stay
Seen some friends who turned into snakes
I ain't never took for granted no days
Start getting money, them niggas will hate
Pray every day cause a youngin do sin
Trap with that 40, don't need I'm a friend
Rack up a millie then do it again
Copped a Ferrari, I call that revenge
Wake up, I'm thinkin the Lord's giving
Kiss my lil daughter then hoped in the Benz
Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends

[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby

[Verse 2:]
I heard them people out there, be cautious
Bitch niggas runnin off like forces
That's the type of shit that get you in a coffin
No talkin, that 4-5 sparkin
Get money, no sleep, you crazy?
Get em higher but it really don't phase me
Straight cashin, I whip no payments
I make a movie like I know Pete Swaily
All of my life I just wanted to ball
Most of my niggas still dodging the law
Rest in peace to my homies that lost
Word to my fam, I do it for ya'll
Fuck all you pussies, you haters will ball
When you go broke there'll be no one to call
You's in em hustling hustling, Lord amen
Only interested if we talkin money
Clique full of real niggas with me and they all 100
Come now lay me down to sleep
Thank the Lord for every day I see
Told my mama put it all on me

[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby

 

[fox69]

"Hustle Hard"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

"Hustle Hard"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)



[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shit than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she fucking, I know so
Nigga ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about de l'argent
Nigga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley
This is the same old shit

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz:]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes
Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads
Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The [?] Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues
I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper
Shades on I can't see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga
I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's
Bitches I don't trust em
Fuck em once, I fuck em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hustle Hard"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)

"Hustle Hard"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)



[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle,)

[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

[Ace Hood:]
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the new Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah this be that remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
"We The best" be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it's the

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

[Rick Ross:]
24′s on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches can't get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12?, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes

Same old brick, but's it's different yet
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre

[Lil Wayne:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

[Ace Hood:]
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that gotti
Pistol off in my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack?, and Marley

Cause it's the same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon

[Ace Hood:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

 

[fox69]

"Hustle Hard (Remix)"
(feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

"Hustle Hard (Remix)"
(feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)



[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

[Ace Hood:]
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass off
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the ben Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
"We The best" be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it's the

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

[Rick Ross:]
24's on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches can't get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my beaker
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 bugiady, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes

Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre

[Lil Wayne:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

[Ace Hood:]
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, now, black card in my buggy
Riding round in that daddy
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley

Cause it's the same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon

[Ace Hood:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

 

[fox69]

"I Don't Give A Fuck"

"I Don't Give A Fuck"



I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
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 jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst 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 cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-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
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
So step but you better step quick
From the mutha-fuckin' underground
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 yah figure!?
A mutha-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 mutha-fuckas 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 yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And that's just his luck
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
Cause a nigga like me
Don't really give a fuck

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha 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 it's 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 yah 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 AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha 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

 

[fox69]

"I kno"

"I kno"



I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probly never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they may watin')
For me to fall off
That will be never dog

From the bottom to the top I came a long way
Used to sip on quarter juices, now it's Rosay
Now that marrow sittin' wider than some Colgate
Baby momma trippin, she do shit the wrong way
Fuck it, gave my lawyer fifty for the court case
Whatcha know 'bout makin' money at a fast pace?
Yea I know the feds steady watching niggas
My younguns play with guns like some matching figures
Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper
Only breaking bread with the realest niggas
Wake up in the morning, greet a bad bitch
Fuck 'er once and then I'm focused where the cash is
Lacing my Gucci's, had to grab ten
I gotta stay safe, bring the Mach 10
And I know they want me dead and gone
Paranoid, I keep that pistol in my carry-on

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probably never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

They told me where you getting money? ', boy them niggas hate
Stacking paper, 23, I'm thinking real estate
On the ship or what I'm driving, we don't renovate
Get money, my niggas, stock in the real estate
Call me by my government when I be at the bank
Talking figures, nigga half a million Ben Franks
Heard them niggas counting mad at some bitch place
Long as my pistol on me I go to your bitch place
Think I really give a fuck 'bout all you pussy niggas
Counting paper, screaming 'Fuck! all of you pussy niggas'
I swear I'm ballin' to my last breath
Brand new prezie on me, call that fucker sudden death
I tell my bitch to keep on sucking till there's nothing left
That shit girl, I just made her admit to grand theft
Yea, and I know they want me dead and gone
Paranoid, I keep that chopper in my carry-on

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probly never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

 

[fox69]

"I Know"

"I Know"


[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

[Verse 1:]
Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?
Hit the city with a bad lil' freak ho
Hop up outta the beamer that's on low pros
Two Fours, suicide on the back do'
Ridin 'round, eagle on my lap yo
Pop off, shots to ya elbow
More shells, comin through your window
All black, semis slide in the renzo
Get money, about cash, I'm a nympho
10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo
Drop top, that's only when the wind blow
See a nigga low pro, double M logo
Hold up, and I'm with a bad bitch
She thick, nothin like ya average
My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy
The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me
But I ain't trippin, cause the swag on pluto
Fly nigga he wouldn't know what to do though
Call me, Papi Chulo
Polo when I'm ridin in the culo
God damn, I'm way too gutta
Keep a toast, and I'm bout my butta
Shoot a nigga, that's on my motha
Don't believe, just ask my brotha

[Hook: x2]
Bitch I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

[Verse 2:]
Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo
Know my t-shirt and boxers polo
Love me a little coco loso
Bitch ain't fuckin, that's a mother fuckin no no
Hate when they say they ain't no groupie
Trick you choose, and they already know so
Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do
Gettin some head, suck it so slow
Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo
Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo
Got a job and she wanna get paid mo
Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so
Six figure nigga 20 with the rate go
Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo
Blat blat, couple shots to ya Kangol
Yessir when it's about that dinero
Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo
Double G sandals, tank top camo
Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin
Just imagine the penthouse pattern
Pockets stay full of that cabbage
Neck and wrist stay full of them karats
Some shit you can't inherit
Me and money eloped, we married

[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude