Curren$y

[fox69]

"The Type"
(feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)

"The Type"
(feat. Prodigy of Mobb Deep)



[Curren$y:]
Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut
Same way I came up
All my triple o's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous that's where I gained this cool
Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make tools
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels testa copping pot, wallet in the wishing well
Evidence, niggas can fail
Tryna get close to the jet code
But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch
Change steering wheel guidence
I'm out the window sky watching, plotting as usual
That's what I'm doing when I'm quite
Can't remember shorty name but she had that loud pack
The other night in tallahasse and I thank her for that
Fine, freaky [?] with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin that she horny
But love I'm tryna fuck with this money
[Chorus:]
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people that don't bury the hatch
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don't bury the hatch
We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to
[Prodigy:]
Fuck it, it's the life of the shooting star
Gotta move smart
Can't get caught slipping there all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a troop but take my loses like a man
And come with the territory, take the good with the bad
Throw the dice watch them tumble where they land so big
Everything is not strategic, sometime we risk our life
Sometime we risk our love, our money and our freedom
Fuck that bullshit we feed it, to see if you gone eat it
In new york we manipulate naive dummies
We beat you on the head it's just game we be running
Sometime, but most of the time we don't play
They can't figure us out, we like it that way
The road to the riches so long I be catch blisters
All these crabs in a bucket pull you down tryna get em
Every man for them self, every women won't bags and shoes
We the type of people that'll find you
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Usual Suspects"
(feat. Smoke DZA, Fiend, & Cornerboy P)

"The Usual Suspects"
(feat. Smoke DZA, Fiend, & Cornerboy P)



[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Kushed God Bitch
Jonesie
Uh
Sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental
183rd shit
Uh
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Cookin' up a batch
Ladies show they titties
Real niggas tip they caps
Real trappers
For my hustler niggas with no choice
Posting up slanging that oh boy
Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce
Life is good, nah, life is great, now I'm bout to get my niggas straight
God bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate
Not everybody getting money, not everybody selling out shows
Not everybody toured the world like 4 times, 3 albums in stores, uh
From Australia up to Montauk I kill em with the Don talk
And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip hop Thom Yorke
I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king
But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the Pimp
Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link
I'm like fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that simp
That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ
And smoke some of this sweet tree and everything will be geetchi
DZA

[Verse 2: Fiend]
I told your bitch like Alex Rawls
Mister Jones, full riding laws
Pop my calls in a ride with paws
Got a lot of nines got a lot of fours
I'm a lane ward man got a lot of goals
Know how to get the kitchen like a lot of O
Know when to burn out, before it's time to go
I'm a highlight real so rewind it ho
Pick them up, out the pound
Lighting up every time the Saints get a first down
Hold the flow so you can show us right now
You can get a purse and some work right now
This mack hand ho, don't get the back hand
She change ghosts like Ms. Pacman
He paid a ho to come back fam
God damn!

[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
They respect the don
18 karats with the red rubies and Piguets is on
Platinum Rolex, double roll bezel and walk around with Alexis on
Courtside in my concourse
With my niggas wiling out smoking out tours
Life's about choices, got to make yours
The right set of keys open up the right doors
Trying to turn a little something to a lot more
You gotta go a little further than you won't go
It's like a hundred out there had enough blow
I'm talking enough blow to make it be-low, ze-ro
I'm the underdog's he-ro
To that dope boy, praying for a kilo
To the little nigga praying for a way out
Keep your head up shorty we gonna make it out
Made it out now
Hella stamps in my passport
Overseas airport
Coming through the hood up in foreign cars
Bitch letting the weed flow
I'm hood rich, I can't change ho
Meeting smelling like weed smoke
Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal
Probably why a nigga take like a ki of dope
Nigga you need a plug

[Verse 4: Curren$y]
Uh
Top soft, but I grind hard to afford
To weld them switches to my dashboard
Lowriders and all, exotics to nascars
Amongst all these stars, seven grams in the raw
That's a Grammy award, in my granddaddy car
With my granddaddy Kangol, higher than a halo
Sliced like tomato, with precision on them blades ho
It don't go down until he say so
Extra cheese, hold the mayo
Got stacks in San Diego, now I'm hiding out
Large amounts to count, just fill them duffle bags and weigh them
Spitta slayed them, no Santa
She's thirsty, get a Fanta
Bitch passing out, somebody's Phantom

Drive-In Theatre
Fuck you thought this was

 

[fox69]

"The Visitor"

"The Visitor"


Parachutes deploy with minimal noise
You being visited by the hammer boys
Motion detectors won't even protect you
You shoulda followed directions down to the last letter
Crossed your T's and dotted your I's
Got caught skimming frosting from the top of the pie
That's your fault, can't feel sorry for you
I'm filling the vault, casualties of war what's a loss when you a boss
We gotta break a couple legs
If everybody at the table deserves to be fed
Tough guys organized crime I was led
Down a pathway of dollar signs and bloodshed
But still kept a positive attitude
Can't keep shoo-shooing with you if I'm really on the move
Progress to the next stage, next phase
The feds thought I had my hands all in that point shave
Associated, affiliated
The pro's and con's to having your face on that front page, kid
Lavish surroundings, Impalas with blades
Exotic sports cars parked on the lawn every which way
Lady assassin, two-day travel, carry out plays
Diamond heist baby carrying out trays
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches nigga
We smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures
Wouldn't talk about it if niggas didn't live it
If you don't believe it then you could come and visit
If you then pull up with one of your bitches
If she bad she probably kick it
She so glad she did it
And its hurting you to admit it
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"The War On Drugs"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)

"The War On Drugs"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Sharper than my nephew's edge up
Bitches tryna be under the Don so they step up
Apply to ride with your highness
Only the best of the bunch, pick of the litter
The prized pup grew to be a big dog
This ain't new to me, seen it through my homies eyes, true OG's
Now I ride them pretty cars down gruesome streets
Dead partners in my ear reminding me what these jealous niggas will do to me
So I can never sleep
Light power nap, three hour flight, collect them stacks
We keep it moving we, can't stop, brake lines pop
Headlines made, front page
I rock sweatpants on any occas', baby, why not
Make a bop out of your lady, silencer from a potato
OG Bobby Johnson now I live like Ox, son
Big ass house son, weed in the bowl, I'm on the couch son
With my homeboy in route, son
So assassination attempts will yield a different outcome
I don't even really be 'bout none
But my brothers watching son, so watch it son
[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
They say wake up and smell the Folgers
But I'm from the hood, when I wake up I smell yola
Now my girl want me back
Bitch I tried to told you that one day I get this dough
But she thought that I was bogus
Said I'm acting funny since she get the cold shoulder
Like I don't know her
Shit, Rod' a grown man, I'm no doja
They label me a fo' nick totter, a marijuana smoker
Who hardly ever sober I stay highed up, loaded
Uh, let's get this money that's what my uncle taught me, yea
I stand for something, now where your guts and glory, yea
And I'm no baby boy, Roddy no Jody
I got real nigga status fool, I bet your lady know me
I'm killing these cowards tell them haters die slowly
They hate to see me up and see me ball like Ginóbili
They'd rather see me injured on the side like Kobe
But it's crunch time I gotta get mine, them pussies owe me, nigga
[Hook x4:]
Amongst the thunder and clouds, we breaks it down
Moving in silence, but them actions speak loud
They try to Xerox the flows, we switch our style

 

[fox69]

"The World Is Yours"

"The World Is Yours"


Where haven’t we been yet
I'm burnin zig zags watchin scarface til I'm charged to write
in my book of rhymes bout my ridgemont high, fast times
livin in the society of the fly, in gated communities where we now reside, and reminisce on the times when we stood knee high and the innocence was still in our eyes. Murders wasn’t witnessed yet no scandalous bitches yet niggas wasn’t servin life sentences in prison yet we was barely writin in complete sentences yet it wasn’t all about the benjamins yet fast forward years later funerals and graduations subtract a couple of close friends from my equation now the only thing I got left is the planes man its gulf strings spitta I reps the planes man and all the world class bitches love the planes man but all the jive ass niggas hate the planes man. Fuck em
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
To calliope dope god bless ya life and to the fallen soulja slim god bless ya life and to my homie saint Bernard ace, my heart goes out to ya mom that’s why I try to call her every mothers day. Shit crazy round my way believe it new Orleans a different club get shot up every weekend and then come the police men wanna know if somebody seen it. New Orleans crime lab red and blue lights flash say a prayer for the lost life as I ride pass but life goes on take a snap from the bong smoke until we put another hole in the ozone could ya pass me a lighter set the kush on fire as I get higher the world seems nicer envisioning a scarface mansion with the tiger. Life is a bitch that’s true but sad but you could fuck a freak good if you gotchu some cash now I know why tony wanted it that bad yeeeaaauh
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
Where haven’t we been yet
Fs jets
Welcome to tha winner circle nigga
It’s the crescent city bandit hold myself down single handed when times get hard ya fare weathered friends panic BORN ALONE DIE ALONE NO OTHER NIGGAS PUT ME ON I DID THIS ON MY OWN WHAT DIDN’T KILL ME ONLY MADE ME STRONG critics stop lookin at spitta through hate goggles cuz what you ignoring is the flow that could save tomorrow I just live what I spit ride nice stay dipped picturing me with wack sneaks to make my heartbeat skip and I'm amped up tryna get my grands up and avoid the handcuffs caprice classic play the rear cabin like a phantom I keep it fly airplane style check the crooked tooth smile plus my wardrobe wild club round manchild usin dollars to light my stove ride tha black in tha drop sans top to face the sunrays plus tha problems of the world today
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don’t owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it

 

[fox69]

"Theme Music [GTA]"

"Theme Music [GTA]"


Yeah...
Purps on the Beat, 808 Mafia
Sounds like some fucked up trick or treat music
I took the helicopter home from the Saints game last night
Left the Ferrari at the Dome, I was too drunk to drive
Real Grand Theft Auto lifestyle
I couldn't make the shit up if I tried
Fucked up the game in 2009
It was written in golden ink if I cosign
Major labels was lovin' on my assembly line
How I be doin' mine, sellin' these rhymes like coke lines
Over time, every time, seein' double
Supersport Chevys, what you know about that muscle
Andretti, you cannot compare me to no busters
Because they don't hustle, they afraid of the struggle
The game will break them niggas down 'til it don't love 'em
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a car with this, yeah
Wherever the money, I'm runnin' at
With a empty sack
Fillin' it up and I'm comin' back with all that, you need it
I seen you scratch, you can't ignore your itch, you know you need your fix
Chef Boy-Ar-Audio D, servin' that choice shit
They on it, they want it
That uncut, that rawness, no footprint
No stretch, no cut, just that straight up
Man, what the fuck
They outside, they lined up
Been waitin' for a nigga all month
Knowin' that I got another one, another batch still yet to come
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash

 

[fox69]

"There Go The Man"
(feat. Corner Boy P)

"There Go The Man"
(feat. Corner Boy P)



It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who
Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get 'em high fuck 'em hard
Smokin' in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick 'em out I like to switch 'em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I'm just tryna show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking killa onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimpin' all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map
Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
All I'm tryna do is get my cash on
All I'm tryna do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke 'em to the face I never pass 'em
But I'll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That's Ferrari's Lamborghini's coming out the cut, yea
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man
It ain't hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
Homie you know me well

 

[fox69]

"These Bitches"
(feat. French Montana)

"These Bitches"
(feat. French Montana)



[Hook: French Montana]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitches sucking over, no hand
She want me spend this cash all on her
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much gone, all to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whore's
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money with a slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your hoes?
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparkler's, too much attention
Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's
I'm bossing, New Orleans
Ferrari's, Bentley's
To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down
Too long baby, plus I know your mans at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before paper's
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up, counting cake up, good time
Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"They Shook"

"They Shook"


[Hook:]
For the hundred doller billers
Yea
My name is in the streets
My name is in the streets
My name is my name

[Verse:]
It's a war goin on outside
So I got bulletproof glass on the cars I drive
Roll by and I catch broads eyes
But I ignore 'em and I keep on goin
Got the Mobb Deep bangin and my a/c blowin
Niggas on their last legs and their wounds is open
So I'm on 'em like sharks smellin' blood in the ocean
Hot Spitta I'm a seasoned vet
What's fucked up is I haven't dropped an album yet
But I don't cry over spilled milk, clean up the mess
Get a glass and refill my shit
Nigga mad cause his girlfriend feel my shit
He get in the car
And talk loud all through the song
Make sure she can't hear my shit
My California homies told me that I spit
Vision that I belong on the top 10 list
These original Jordans, these ain't retros slick
You lil niggas betta learn your kicks
Can't tell when she lyin, better learn your bitch
Said she was with her girl, but she at my crib
Well the truth she ain't lyin to you, she is with her girl
But her girl over here too, and we ain't doin nothin but fuckin'
And tryna come up with a recipe for weed rice crispie treats
I'm the rapper your favorite rapper be happy to meet
Swagga never can be unraveled, I'm tight as can be
Ask God to keep haters away from me
Tryna live all my days sucka free
Got the next generation lookin' up to me
My influence ain't that hard to see
I'm bringin New Orleans back
Matter fact the mayor need to inaugurate me

 

[fox69]

"This Is The Life"

"This Is The Life"


Still rolling in my Elco on them thiz-angs
Niggas fukking up. They ain't fukking with the pliz-anes
Hits from the bong, Cali strong, got me feeling like I...
Could kill a man, but I would rather kill a baseline
These coke laced lines, too dope for most they turn their noses up
Real niggas turn the music up more
Lookin out the cracked windows, sound and the smoke
Got u high off both. Drugs, audio.
Yall ain't got the heart for it. Get ur cardio, in order bro
Running for the money, pockets double-stuffed... Oreos
Party over here. Bitches feeling like shit in the morning tho
It's the shit! Life with the Jets, with fair warning.
Hoe call who u gotta call before we be off I live far
And ur phone mite not have bars
Babydoll break that weed up for me
I break u off something, have u running ur mouth, leading ur friends to me
[Chorus:]
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.
This is the life.
Ahhh (lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life.
Motor under glass like a pheasant
Jet plans under wraps like presents
Stayed in my lane, gained leverage
Executives checked my credit was merited
We hustling together better than
Going in blindly. Expectations not met
Fools get ejected. Dropped like a Pharcyde record
Gone into hiding like the canvas top of what I driving now
Riding up the block they think I'm moving in the autobot
Hop out, photo op. Scan for the cops. If they not about...
Light something for the cool niggas
Roll another one for the ride
Keep that bag that's all u nigga. I'm out.
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
On another mission, steady paper twistin
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
[Chorus x2:]
Ahhh
This is the life.
Break down, then roll up.(lames catch feelings)
This is the life.
Ahhh
This is the life.
Poolside, on rooftops (Jets count millions)
This is the life