Rick Ross
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"10 Bricks"
(feat. Birdman)
"10 Bricks"
(feat. Birdman)
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
[Rick Ross:]
Look at my wrist
Its 200 thou that mean fuck that nigga
Come and fuck me now
Suck me down Blow my sucks
Push that coupe Ima drop that top
And all them niggas that talk Them bitches neva had money
Whip it with a phunk and get that extra mob money
Get yah first million and the come in with a test
Watch for the feds jack boys and IRS
4 Jesus pieces and a motherfucking tech
Clapping at all you niggas imitating Samick Mavrado
Got them argentinies and kilos up in the condo
And my European bitch always screaming armani
10 bricks on the wrist I find it funny
I'm counting cash you don't know me nigga
Its Rose the one and only nigga
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
[Birdman:]
See I'm richer than the richest
Filthy by my riches
Dope boy fresh made man getting tickets
Holiday sunshine how we get it
Flipping in the Bentley every time we come and spin it
So she love the way I shine homie
Put on her mind do it big time homie
Priceless you know the game with no line homie
Tote it all the time see my son did time on it
So 100 mill what we eat
The feast of the streets Cash money young beast
Full grind Cash money all the time
Fire flame spitter do this shit in day time Bdatt
Flip a nigga notha top
The watch on rocks do this shit hard knocks
A all red new fleet swagged out nigga YMCMB
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
(feat. Birdman)
"10 Bricks"
(feat. Birdman)
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
[Rick Ross:]
Look at my wrist
Its 200 thou that mean fuck that nigga
Come and fuck me now
Suck me down Blow my sucks
Push that coupe Ima drop that top
And all them niggas that talk Them bitches neva had money
Whip it with a phunk and get that extra mob money
Get yah first million and the come in with a test
Watch for the feds jack boys and IRS
4 Jesus pieces and a motherfucking tech
Clapping at all you niggas imitating Samick Mavrado
Got them argentinies and kilos up in the condo
And my European bitch always screaming armani
10 bricks on the wrist I find it funny
I'm counting cash you don't know me nigga
Its Rose the one and only nigga
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
[Birdman:]
See I'm richer than the richest
Filthy by my riches
Dope boy fresh made man getting tickets
Holiday sunshine how we get it
Flipping in the Bentley every time we come and spin it
So she love the way I shine homie
Put on her mind do it big time homie
Priceless you know the game with no line homie
Tote it all the time see my son did time on it
So 100 mill what we eat
The feast of the streets Cash money young beast
Full grind Cash money all the time
Fire flame spitter do this shit in day time Bdatt
Flip a nigga notha top
The watch on rocks do this shit hard knocks
A all red new fleet swagged out nigga YMCMB
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
Look at my wrist [x3]
Equivalent to10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish [x4]
MODERATOR
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- 06.07.2010
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"100 Black Coffins"
"100 Black Coffins"
[Sample]
"Oh, now you are one lucky nigger"
"You better listen to your boss, white boy"
"Oh, I'mma go walking in the moonlight with you"
"You wanna hold my hand?"
"Hahaha"
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
I need a hundred black preachers with a black sermon to tell
From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins, oh lord
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, oh lord, black coffins
I need a hundred...
[Rick Ross]
I seen a hundred niggas die
I put that on my life, lord, I wouldn't tell a lie
Unless it had to do with mine, in the middle of the night
Killas coming for your life, all he wanna do is shine
I broke off the chains, only the realest remain
See you praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain
Seen a brother get slain, for a job full of change
Yet I post on the block, look like I'm Big Daddy Kane
Is you a cat or a mouse, keep them rats out the house
Battle scars on my back, nigga, tattoos all around
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
Money on his head, bitch, I'm trynna make a fortune
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I seen a hundred women burn
As they stood firm, treat a nigga like a germ
What did she do to deserve, put me on the farm
Pig's feet in the jar, serve it to me warm
Any questions, they hang 'em, better pray for Django
Got me working in fields, too many years, it get fatal
All I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother
On the days that it rain, her smile bright like a summer
Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch, cuz I'm coming
Got to die in my arms for what you did to my mother
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
Twelve gauge shotgun, chest full of copper, boom
[Chorus]
"100 Black Coffins"
[Sample]
"Oh, now you are one lucky nigger"
"You better listen to your boss, white boy"
"Oh, I'mma go walking in the moonlight with you"
"You wanna hold my hand?"
"Hahaha"
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
I need a hundred black preachers with a black sermon to tell
From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins, oh lord
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, oh lord, black coffins
I need a hundred...
[Rick Ross]
I seen a hundred niggas die
I put that on my life, lord, I wouldn't tell a lie
Unless it had to do with mine, in the middle of the night
Killas coming for your life, all he wanna do is shine
I broke off the chains, only the realest remain
See you praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain
Seen a brother get slain, for a job full of change
Yet I post on the block, look like I'm Big Daddy Kane
Is you a cat or a mouse, keep them rats out the house
Battle scars on my back, nigga, tattoos all around
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
Money on his head, bitch, I'm trynna make a fortune
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I seen a hundred women burn
As they stood firm, treat a nigga like a germ
What did she do to deserve, put me on the farm
Pig's feet in the jar, serve it to me warm
Any questions, they hang 'em, better pray for Django
Got me working in fields, too many years, it get fatal
All I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother
On the days that it rain, her smile bright like a summer
Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch, cuz I'm coming
Got to die in my arms for what you did to my mother
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
Twelve gauge shotgun, chest full of copper, boom
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
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"3 Kings"
(feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)
"3 Kings"
(feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)
[Dr Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay
Lets get ‘em
We started out mopping floors
Now we front row at the awards
Number 1 for the last 20 years
If you real muthafucker scream cheers
Muthafucker scream cheers
And it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
Only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number 1, 20 years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5′s to ’64′s, Dre got ‘em
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tech 9, long chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real nigga straight outta Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I built the house, nigga get ya own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Rick Ross]
See yall niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time
Lay the top down
I came along way from the weed game
20 stack seats at the Heat game
And I’m still strapped with the heat man
And we stepping’ on a nigga feet mayne
8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-game
Cousin was a crip said it was a c-thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bag
The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen
On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition
Real nigga’s dreams coming to fruition
Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol
I only love her when that ass fat
We used to listen to this track in my Maybach
I’m just tryna be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
[Jay-Z]
It’s just different, I know it feels different
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, yall should know by now
If you don’t know
Millions on my wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room
Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiats
I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me
They working on another deal, they talking 250
I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree
Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer
Now look at me I can park at my own Arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your bm
Taking her places you can’t go with your per-diem
Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe
I take an Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this khaled, it’s just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuck boy out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Ooh shit, stuntin’ to the max I’m so wavy
Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83
I didn’t even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor
They be like, damn when I’m coming through
Had a grill in ’88
Ya’ll niggas is late
You got all that right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, it’s just different
(feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)
"3 Kings"
(feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)
[Dr Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay
Lets get ‘em
We started out mopping floors
Now we front row at the awards
Number 1 for the last 20 years
If you real muthafucker scream cheers
Muthafucker scream cheers
And it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
Only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number 1, 20 years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5′s to ’64′s, Dre got ‘em
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tech 9, long chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real nigga straight outta Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I built the house, nigga get ya own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Rick Ross]
See yall niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time
Lay the top down
I came along way from the weed game
20 stack seats at the Heat game
And I’m still strapped with the heat man
And we stepping’ on a nigga feet mayne
8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-game
Cousin was a crip said it was a c-thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bag
The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen
On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition
Real nigga’s dreams coming to fruition
Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol
I only love her when that ass fat
We used to listen to this track in my Maybach
I’m just tryna be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
[Jay-Z]
It’s just different, I know it feels different
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, yall should know by now
If you don’t know
Millions on my wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room
Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiats
I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me
They working on another deal, they talking 250
I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree
Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer
Now look at me I can park at my own Arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your bm
Taking her places you can’t go with your per-diem
Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe
I take an Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this khaled, it’s just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuck boy out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Ooh shit, stuntin’ to the max I’m so wavy
Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83
I didn’t even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor
They be like, damn when I’m coming through
Had a grill in ’88
Ya’ll niggas is late
You got all that right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, it’s just different
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"9 Piece"
(feat. T.I.)
"9 Piece"
(feat. T.I.)
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
Distribution Mexican
He still sending
No contract, take my word
Send a hundred packs bitch
Them my birds
Shoe box, no shoes in 'em
In the two seater, me and two women
No Def Jam, went solo
Took the custy's prices solo
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[T.I. - Verse 2]
It's the king young gunna
Hotter thana suana in the summer
Nigga think I'm playing round if you wanna
Bring the thunder and the lightening
Like a sighting if you try me
On that Wrren Buffet shit
That monkey shit behind me
You want me square nigga you know where to find me
Don't call me on my cell
Yopu tryna send a pimp to jail
If you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
Uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
Hey let me send a little message to my enemies
You nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me
Come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
Billionaire swag with a dope boys energy
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
Trick a hundred hoes
Spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
Bitch I'm blowing up like NAPALM
Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
Nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
No sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
Bullet proof, nigga Teflon
Why you snorting that
That shit stepped on
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
(feat. T.I.)
"9 Piece"
(feat. T.I.)
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
Distribution Mexican
He still sending
No contract, take my word
Send a hundred packs bitch
Them my birds
Shoe box, no shoes in 'em
In the two seater, me and two women
No Def Jam, went solo
Took the custy's prices solo
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[T.I. - Verse 2]
It's the king young gunna
Hotter thana suana in the summer
Nigga think I'm playing round if you wanna
Bring the thunder and the lightening
Like a sighting if you try me
On that Wrren Buffet shit
That monkey shit behind me
You want me square nigga you know where to find me
Don't call me on my cell
Yopu tryna send a pimp to jail
If you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
Uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
Hey let me send a little message to my enemies
You nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me
Come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
Billionaire swag with a dope boys energy
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
Trick a hundred hoes
Spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
Bitch I'm blowing up like NAPALM
Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
Nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
No sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
Bullet proof, nigga Teflon
Why you snorting that
That shit stepped on
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"9 Piece (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)
"9 Piece (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
Distribution Mexican
He still sending
No contract, take my word
Send a hundred packs bitch
Them my birds
Shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
In the two seater, me and two women
No Def Jam, went solo
Took the custy’s price's so low
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
It’s Lil Tunechi
Wattup doe?
I’m talking white girl, Marilyn Monroe
And I can get em for the sweet sixteen
Hard dope, call it HD Flat screen
Fuck outta here,your shit water whipped
You got a tan dope, look like a Florida bitch
Automatic leave you dead in the living room
Get it? Leave ‘em dead in the living room
Fuck all these niggas and tell them bitches to kiss my ass,
I put that pistol to his head and tell that nigga to have a blast
Fuck you mean I’m talking keys like Ray Charles
Rack ‘em up, pool table full of 8 balls
Yeah
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, let's buy some new whips
Trick a hundred hoes
Spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
Bitch I'm blowing up like NAPALM
Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
Nigga's looking at you like you fell off
No sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
Bulletproof, nigga Teflon
Why you snorting that
That shit stepped on
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
(feat. Lil Wayne)
"9 Piece (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
Distribution Mexican
He still sending
No contract, take my word
Send a hundred packs bitch
Them my birds
Shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
In the two seater, me and two women
No Def Jam, went solo
Took the custy’s price's so low
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
It’s Lil Tunechi
Wattup doe?
I’m talking white girl, Marilyn Monroe
And I can get em for the sweet sixteen
Hard dope, call it HD Flat screen
Fuck outta here,your shit water whipped
You got a tan dope, look like a Florida bitch
Automatic leave you dead in the living room
Get it? Leave ‘em dead in the living room
Fuck all these niggas and tell them bitches to kiss my ass,
I put that pistol to his head and tell that nigga to have a blast
Fuck you mean I’m talking keys like Ray Charles
Rack ‘em up, pool table full of 8 balls
Yeah
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, let's buy some new whips
Trick a hundred hoes
Spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
Bitch I'm blowing up like NAPALM
Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
Nigga's looking at you like you fell off
No sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
Bulletproof, nigga Teflon
Why you snorting that
That shit stepped on
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
He bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"911"
"911"
[Intro]
God forgives... I don't
In other words, retaliation is a must!
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 1]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall!
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 2]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Boochie Boochie money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong
Fuck with me!
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 3]
Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela
Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper
Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, that switch the topic
Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment!
She let me smell her pussy!
I know you smell the money!
Still smell the gunpowder
911 - 100 miles and running
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
"911"
[Intro]
God forgives... I don't
In other words, retaliation is a must!
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 1]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall!
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 2]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Boochie Boochie money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong
Fuck with me!
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 3]
Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela
Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper
Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, that switch the topic
Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment!
She let me smell her pussy!
I know you smell the money!
Still smell the gunpowder
911 - 100 miles and running
[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"911"
(feat. 2 Chainz)
"911"
(feat. 2 Chainz)
[Intro:]
God forgives... I don't
In other words, retaliation is a must!
[Hook:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 1:]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming, but we sliding on 'em all!
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong
Fuck with me!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
When I climb on top, I say I'm into you
A lot of chickens in the coupe; cock-a-doodle-doo
I fucked the secretary, fuck the interview
If I was in the NBA, I'd hoop in Gucci tennis shoes
Chopper spray like antihistamines
Triple beam, Versace swag on creatine
When I left the lot, I spent a half a milli
When I pulled up to your spot, I had a half a ceiling
Got your bitch with me, trying to suck up
I don't trust my chauffeur, so shut the fuck up
Uh, the new chopper hold a hundred rounds
When I park on the curb, the grill look like Bobby Brown
[Hook]
(feat. 2 Chainz)
"911"
(feat. 2 Chainz)
[Intro:]
God forgives... I don't
In other words, retaliation is a must!
[Hook:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
[Verse 1:]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming, but we sliding on 'em all!
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong
Fuck with me!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
When I climb on top, I say I'm into you
A lot of chickens in the coupe; cock-a-doodle-doo
I fucked the secretary, fuck the interview
If I was in the NBA, I'd hoop in Gucci tennis shoes
Chopper spray like antihistamines
Triple beam, Versace swag on creatine
When I left the lot, I spent a half a milli
When I pulled up to your spot, I had a half a ceiling
Got your bitch with me, trying to suck up
I don't trust my chauffeur, so shut the fuck up
Uh, the new chopper hold a hundred rounds
When I park on the curb, the grill look like Bobby Brown
[Hook]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Addicted"
(with Birdman)
"Addicted"
(with Birdman)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'mma tell you like this, nigga!
I got a hundred Gs on my line
I ain't eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown
Bitch I'm eatin' lavish, look up hoe, It's snowing now
I just throw the cabbage, C-M-B gon' hold me down
Got an odor in the attic, that's a couple pounds
New Rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou'
Time to milk the game, bitch, I went and bought a cow
My nigga GDK a goon, he'll gun you down
Slid up on em with the stick, yeah, I sat him down
My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down
I got a hundred niggas on my line
A hundred squares at a time
Nigga, hold it down
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to chips
My hoe was gay
Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)
Addicted to this
Addicted to that
I'm gettin' them stacks
It's more addictive than crack!
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to chips
My hoe was gay
Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)
Addicted to this
Addicted to that
I'm gettin' them stacks
It's more addictive than crack!
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Give the homie 10.5, want 75 a hit
Whole thing straight raw, hundred Gs a brick
Hustling for a urge, moving them birds
Strapped in the cut, got em' posted on the curb
That H! We floodin' other states
That fishtail bake well, chop it in the plate
Them V12s move swell with the paper plates
The homie fully loaded, so we strapped with a case
Give you 10 squares for 750, nigga
No talking homie drop it, then go get it
On the island, nigga, fresh with a 450
Louis Vuitton'd down, nigga, strapped
Money how we livin’
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
See them fresh, ow... boss of the South, nigga
Boss out my mouth, nigga, boss, big house
Yeah... so we do it, no drought
No cost on your life when you're playing with the stripes
Five mics, fiver-timer OG Blood
Straight soldier, nigga, Third World G blood
Uptown nigga maxed out the work plug
Benz 5 switching lanes with them white dubs
[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Or them white fours, I'm ducking them white folks
Yeah, my pockets fat, I don't fuck with no lipo
I keep that chopper with me, I call it my Geico
Trigger hair pin, drop it and it might blow
I get them grenades, we call 'em Bye-Byes
It hit your Escalade, pussy nigga, bye-bye
Pussy nigga, bye-bye...
Two-hundred on the dash, nigga, bye-bye...
[Hook: Rick Ross]
(with Birdman)
"Addicted"
(with Birdman)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'mma tell you like this, nigga!
I got a hundred Gs on my line
I ain't eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown
Bitch I'm eatin' lavish, look up hoe, It's snowing now
I just throw the cabbage, C-M-B gon' hold me down
Got an odor in the attic, that's a couple pounds
New Rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou'
Time to milk the game, bitch, I went and bought a cow
My nigga GDK a goon, he'll gun you down
Slid up on em with the stick, yeah, I sat him down
My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down
I got a hundred niggas on my line
A hundred squares at a time
Nigga, hold it down
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to chips
My hoe was gay
Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)
Addicted to this
Addicted to that
I'm gettin' them stacks
It's more addictive than crack!
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to chips
My hoe was gay
Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)
Addicted to this
Addicted to that
I'm gettin' them stacks
It's more addictive than crack!
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Give the homie 10.5, want 75 a hit
Whole thing straight raw, hundred Gs a brick
Hustling for a urge, moving them birds
Strapped in the cut, got em' posted on the curb
That H! We floodin' other states
That fishtail bake well, chop it in the plate
Them V12s move swell with the paper plates
The homie fully loaded, so we strapped with a case
Give you 10 squares for 750, nigga
No talking homie drop it, then go get it
On the island, nigga, fresh with a 450
Louis Vuitton'd down, nigga, strapped
Money how we livin’
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
See them fresh, ow... boss of the South, nigga
Boss out my mouth, nigga, boss, big house
Yeah... so we do it, no drought
No cost on your life when you're playing with the stripes
Five mics, fiver-timer OG Blood
Straight soldier, nigga, Third World G blood
Uptown nigga maxed out the work plug
Benz 5 switching lanes with them white dubs
[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Or them white fours, I'm ducking them white folks
Yeah, my pockets fat, I don't fuck with no lipo
I keep that chopper with me, I call it my Geico
Trigger hair pin, drop it and it might blow
I get them grenades, we call 'em Bye-Byes
It hit your Escalade, pussy nigga, bye-bye
Pussy nigga, bye-bye...
Two-hundred on the dash, nigga, bye-bye...
[Hook: Rick Ross]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"All I Have In This World (Japanese Denim)"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
"All I Have In This World (Japanese Denim)"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Intro]
Okay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
[Hook - Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)]
I'm talking Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (What)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
(Boss) Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I left the shit in the house and I let's my bitch drive
twenty-disc-changer I goes til disc five
No it's not the silent treatment I let's the bitch vibe
Fire up the kush she hit it, now she's high
Now imagine how she look with cat-eyes and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she gets down
See that ass from the side that's before she sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packing a pistol
F**k kicked out, bitch I'm tearing this shit down
Yeah my Chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down
Watch that dick standing up, girl it's hard to get down
Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down
Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now
Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talking Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Smokin' on Sativa, name of the reefer
The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya
My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothing
I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothing
My money so long his money ain't nothing
My money in front of me his money just fronting
You know the routine in moving a few things
Rollin on two Benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em
twenty something cars, motherf**ker I'm winning
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talking Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
Sippin on that Remy outside of the club
Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club
Yeah them bitches coming with me I'm shining like a bulb
I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love
Chickens pulling on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
Tattoos cover 80% of this dark frame
hustling unless I debut LeBron James
Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walking
Got the top down and I'm Feeling like Steve Austin
You know the routine still moving a few things
Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Outro - Rick Ross]
Boss
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
"All I Have In This World (Japanese Denim)"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Intro]
Okay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
[Hook - Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)]
I'm talking Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (What)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
(Boss) Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I left the shit in the house and I let's my bitch drive
twenty-disc-changer I goes til disc five
No it's not the silent treatment I let's the bitch vibe
Fire up the kush she hit it, now she's high
Now imagine how she look with cat-eyes and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she gets down
See that ass from the side that's before she sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packing a pistol
F**k kicked out, bitch I'm tearing this shit down
Yeah my Chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down
Watch that dick standing up, girl it's hard to get down
Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down
Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now
Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talking Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Smokin' on Sativa, name of the reefer
The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya
My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothing
I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothing
My money so long his money ain't nothing
My money in front of me his money just fronting
You know the routine in moving a few things
Rollin on two Benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em
twenty something cars, motherf**ker I'm winning
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talking Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
Sippin on that Remy outside of the club
Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club
Yeah them bitches coming with me I'm shining like a bulb
I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love
Chickens pulling on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
Tattoos cover 80% of this dark frame
hustling unless I debut LeBron James
Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walking
Got the top down and I'm Feeling like Steve Austin
You know the routine still moving a few things
Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Hey, I'm gonna work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
[Outro - Rick Ross]
Boss