Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Trap Luv"
(feat. Yo Gotti)

"Trap Luv"
(feat. Yo Gotti)



[Intro - Yo Gotti:]
I'm in a jungle
Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit nigga
It's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too
'Lotta hustle nigga
Rules, laws, strategy

[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
10 million dollars later I'm a blessing nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga
Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga
Streets will never ever stop testing niggas
Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message nigga
Part rapper, part goon, still finessing nigga
I believe in hustle I don't fuck with luck
And it's fuck em kill em all if they don't fuck with us
Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices
Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices
Niggas killing niggas like they got a license
Niggas crossing over like they Allen Iverson
Fuck that iPhone 6, they be tracking niggas
I'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on niggas
Gotti, goodnight, I'm gone
I be back when they quit living through phones
When niggas put the gram down and pick the grams up
You got follows but no dollars man that shit ain't adding up
Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold
I can't sleep at night, paranoid it shows
I be strapped on stage, fuck the award show
Cause I shoot this bitch up and only God knows

[Skit:]
Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam, y'all gon' hold it against you. I keep fighting doing this to y'all. Every time I get something in the mail whether it's favorable or not from the courts, I keep putting it down because y'all are my motivation. I appreciate the love

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
Niggas riding gold rims and they mama po'
And they kill a family member for that envelope
I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores
We flip pies to franchising Dominoes
I speak for dope boys every track I'm on
Until this day my people never rat or told
Posted 20 in, I'm talking fed pen
The line between us both have gained so very thin
Amongst my boys of W.E.B. Du Bois
Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choice
Rap game everybody skimming off the top
Fuck interest as long as you pull it off the lock
Hoes on the fuck, haters wanna hate
Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan
Double M no longer that Buick Regal money
Nickel rock niggas so don't make me put a kilo on it
Negotiating for it or either we take it
Niggas even shooting choppers in a fuckin' cadence
Fell out with some people that I still love
I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood
I remember counting cash standing in the trap
I turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks
60 m's later and 300 tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga

[Bridge x4:]
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close to the edge

[Outro - Rick Ross:]
Ain't no mercy young nigga
It's the jungle, locs
And I pray you rich forever
Gotti, I pray you rich forever
All my niggas I pray you rich forever
When you smokin' and you vibin' to this shit
I pray you rich forever my nigga
Hood Billionaire

 

[fox69]

"Trilla Intro"

"Trilla Intro"


[Intro - Rick Ross]
With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm talkin bout

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O.
Shout out to Kenneth Williams - Shout out to E-Folk
Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers with eat shelf
Shout out to Larry Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Ba
Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in H-Town
Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down
Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back
It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
This the corner sto', pinnacle of ballin blow
In the strip club with 50 gram is all ya know
Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers
Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin straight cheese
Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder
Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin
Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun B
I met Escobar, my ring one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool
We both millionaires, let's make some dough moves
I'm paranoid it's too much personalia
Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure
Picture pimp, picture me pimpin the pen
With all these pretty scripters that I can pimp with my pen
Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior
So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya
Oh Lord please tell 'em my game will slay 'em
Oh Boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor
I don't give a f**k about death
'Cuz death don't give a f**k about flash
'Cuz flash don't give a f**k about mine
And mine never gave a f**k about my

 

[fox69]

"Triple Beam Dreams"
(feat. Nas)

"Triple Beam Dreams"
(feat. Nas)



[Intro]
Its time to take it to the other side
The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit

I'm not a star
But thats a lie
I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
Spoke on a homocide
Amongst other things
Even shared my triple beam dreams

[Nas]
A project minded individual criminal tactics
Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise
In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
Where I'm from, ain't far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan
A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
I brought it back to poppy, ain't tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder he has faith in Nases
Ambition's to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62′s they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
Picturin' piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entreprenuer I got my grades there
Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse and so I was
Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love
Evil the secret life of G's
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

[Rick Ross]
Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
In a court room spraying like a germ nigga
25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool
Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
Fuck boy you caught up in my dream
Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine
I'm the Source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z blue magic nigga, what! what!
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I'm gettin' high
Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys
Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
‘Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face
Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out
Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ball
Phantom drop head shit, I had to get ‘em all
Niggas hate but they know they never get involved
Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a
Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality
I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
I got a plan nigga just believe in me
Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

 

[fox69]

"Us"
(feat. Drake & Lil Reese)

"Us"
(feat. Drake & Lil Reese)



[Lil Reese:]
Bandcamp

[Drake:]
OVO MMG GBE
You already know

[Lil Reese:]
At the top it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas (I Don't)
OTF it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE we don't fuck with niggas
At the top where you see us nigga
Since a youngun' bitch we been them niggas
Since a youngun' bitch we been them niggas

[Rick Ross:]
Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thriller
2 Door Maybach clean, smoking on killer
You a stranger talking and I don't feel it
If I don't know your momma I'm a make 'em feel it
Heavy armour on, you know I wanna shine
Bitch I need it all each and every dime
Photo's taken, fo'door Maybach I know you hatin'
Skatin' with women from Staten Island, my flow's so flagrant
We the realest, pistol conceal my percentage
Higher than yours, Cash Money I see no limits
Port of Miami, them I drop Trilla
Ex dope dealer worth 8 figures

[Hook]

[Drake:]
Just got back from Turks & Caicos hoes all at the villa
Only nigga making albums with no fucking filla
New deal on the table look like 'bout like 10 milla
Shout my lawyer man he a contract killa
You know 305 Ricky that's my fucking nigga
Did this shit right here for [?], preme, styles and [?]
Did this shit right here for Reese, Sosa, Fredo, Durk
You let Drizzy get a verse you gon get this work
Yeah, at the top it's just us nigga
Yeah, that's why I don't really trust niggas
See my family and the money is a must nigga
All the fame and all the pussy is just a plus nigga
Yeahhh

[Hook]

[Lil Reese:]
Since a youngun bitch we been them niggas
A small circle with no new niggas
Cause I don't really trust niggas
GBE it's just us nigga
And she just wana fuck with us
So much kush keep me stuck nigga
In other-words high as fuck nigga
Life's a movie I'm a priceless picture
400 for the belt nigga
Right or wrong you get left nigga
For that back you get left nigga
For my niggas you get left nigga

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
I love this beat, oh man I'm finna go bad
I play for pussy, oh man, she gotta be bad
She fuck with me, that bitch know I'm 'bout buy them bags
Beef with me, fuck boy, I'm 'bout to go outback
I woke up counting money, make 'em [?]
Type of money, she fuck me, she gotta fuck us all
Them other boys well known for letting niggas stall
We eating good, not my fault, it Wing Stops
My new home look like it's Al Capone
My new bitch look like she getting involved
My new watch look like I had a stove
Barry Weiss told me I'm gold, God Forgives I don't
Me and Drizzy like the Beatles nigga
Same ones hatin', wouldn't wanna be them niggas
We let em step but we don't see them niggas
We don't see them niggas

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Us (Remix)"
(feat. Drake & Lil Reese)

"Us (Remix)"
(feat. Drake & Lil Reese)



[Lil Reese:]
Bandcamp

[Drake:]
OVO MMG GBE
You already know

[Lil Reese:]
At the top it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas (I Don't)
OTF it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE we don't fuck with niggas
At the top where you see us nigga
Since a youngun' bitch we been them niggas
Since a youngun' bitch we been them niggas

[Rick Ross:]
Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thriller
2 Door Maybach clean, smoking on killer
You a stranger talking and I don't feel it
If I don't know your momma I'm a make 'em feel it
Heavy armour on, you know I wanna shine
Bitch I need it all each and every dime
Photo's taken, fo'door Maybach I know you hatin'
Skatin' with women from Staten Island, my flow's so flagrant
We the realest, pistol conceal my percentage
Higher than yours, Cash Money I see no limits
Port of Miami, then I drop Trilla
Ex dope dealer worth 8 figures

[Hook]

[Drake:]
Just got back from Turks & Caicos hoes all at the villa
Only nigga making albums with no fucking filla
New deal on the table look like 'bout like 10 milla
Shout my lawyer man he a contract killa
You know 305 Ricky that's my fucking nigga
Did this shit right here for baka, preme, styles and gilla
Did this shit right here for Reese, Sosa, Fredo, Durk
You let Drizzy get a verse you gon get this work
Yeah, at the top it's just us nigga
Yeah, that's why I don't really trust niggas
See my family and the money is a must nigga
All the fame and all the pussy is just a plus nigga
Yeahhh

[Hook]

[Lil Reese:]
Since a youngun bitch we been them niggas
A small circle with no new niggas
Cause I don't really trust niggas
GBE it's just us nigga
And she just wana fuck with us
So much kush keep me stuck nigga
In other-words high as fuck nigga
Life's a movie I'm a priceless picture
400 for the belt nigga
Right or wrong you get left nigga
For that back you get left nigga
For my niggas you get left nigga

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
I love this beat, oh man I'm finna go bad
I pay for pussy, oh man, she gotta be bad
She fuck with me, that bitch know I'm 'bout buy them bags
Beef with me, fuck boy, I'm 'bout to go outback
I woke up counting money, make confetti fall
Type of money, she fuck me, she gotta fuck us all
Them other boys well known for letting niggas stall
We eating good, not my fault, it Wing Stops
My new home look like it's Al Capone
My new bitch look like she in them folds
My new watch look like I had a stove
Barry Weiss told me I'm gold, God Forgives I don't
Me and Drizzy like the Beatles nigga
Same ones hatin', wouldn't wanna be them niggas
We let em step but we don't see them niggas
We don't see them niggas

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Usual Suspects"
(feat. Nas, Kevin Cossom)

"Usual Suspects"
(feat. Nas, Kevin Cossom)



Oo ah ah ah ahhh (maybach music, it's deeper than the verse baby, it's deeper than the rap).

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Rick Ross:]
17 tryna man up,
Feed the fam boy I put that on these damn goods,
All I got was diabetes and a damn uggg,
People talkin down callin me a damn sprug,
Young niggas all you wana do is roam free,
On your own feet gotta cook your own beef,
I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule,
I laugh while I'm doin laps in the swimmin pool,
I don't owe you niggas nuthin,
Call me 2 fingers when you see a nigga stuntin,
Black philip drummin limousines of the hummer,
Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer,
Lotta homies pass,
See em in the future,
Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral,
Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in ma way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Nas:]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet with my own pilot,
No blastin off, but flexin, Dj Khaled,
My mom stressin college,
But my crude sense of logic, did a lude to my empty wallet,
Try spittiin on a green tinted accord,
Which could mean a sentence up north,
Where the homie was, but back then doe was like a hoard, it goldie love, it didn't exist,
And office foley cuffs, was after my wrists,
Was not beverly hills where we chilled,
Imagine this, the nas n rith,
Had to get from rags to rich,
I used to stand on rooftops, with 2 glocks,
Figurin, how do I turn my timbalands to clocks,
Now reptiles was left out about a watch,
What is you thinkin? Murk u, plus the muscle that you bringin is nothin to me,
If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on cuban,
Shout out my ricans,
Down with all of you gangstas, to the roughest jamiacans.

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Rick Ross:]
If you ballin physics, nigga money never flow,
Meanin every day I'm livin, tryna stay on flow,
Coming from a BOSS, I can predict a double cross,
Handlers managin money, they never come across.
I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved,
AK47s, Singin win or by sum or you fall?
I dealt with brawls, and those willin to sell they soul,
Over cars and clothes, man am talkin petty hoes,
Ask ma feddi grow,
Fuck a feet of spaghetti-o's.
I'm club poppin in cali shout out to ariel,
Somebody dim the lights,
Triple black tuts,
Caz associated and the flesh is tryna catch up,
I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence,
Get they baby mama a lexus for them nice visits,
Ma nigga got a dub an love to do the push ups,
I got a million cash, tryna get the kush up.

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

 

[fox69]

"Valley Of Death"

"Valley Of Death"



The meek shall inhieret the earth
Thats what the bible says
I need it.

Walk like a giant
Talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed destined for a thriump
David or Galaith
Hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desire

Embrace my empire
Batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon be the devil

Be him cause I'm clever
Beat him at whatever
You never was a G nigga unit aint even togetha
New york's unified down south love dat
When we get to shine? muthafuckas where the love at?

Real niggas gettin money betta log on
Think da games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off, there's only one to call on

I mean if I die today
I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord

I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name
You could label me the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me

Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter

Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus
Not the one just to jump to conclusions
I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance

Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
Look like you could use us

When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it

Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up
Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack

Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
Young nigga 15 with 3 C's
From that very day I carried on the 3 C's

Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs
Better get smart, young brotha live yours
Only live once and I got 2 kids
And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs

I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
And pray over the meatloaf
I'm lookin' at the big picture
Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer

I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
The opportunity to just get a record deal
And now I sign artists
Thank you, lord

 

[fox69]

"Veteran's Day"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Birdman)

"Veteran's Day"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Birdman)



[Lil Wayne]
I like my pussy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder
my girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders
like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer
if blooding aint right than I couldn’t be a wronger
I’m a bad muthafucker, be very afraid
boy this heat will give your ass a raspberry beret
been in the building muthafucker we aint never escape
cash money is the army, veterans day
the block got hotter, the World got colder
so fuck a diamond chain we wearing guns on our shoulder
if you want it you can get it, come and sign up,
we got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up
man we so about it, 5 star count it
could have fucked the World but I left it how I found it
took the game to school now I’m bout to cap and gown it
got a circle of success you can say I’m way around it

yeah and by the way my name is Touché

[Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder
Tommy’s with the flag, spent the hundred high rollin’
flipped it off the condo, made it off the conda
sky scraping condo top floor aroma
high to the sky when I step up in this bitch
thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch
the marble for the Louie the bag full of cash
keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab
priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat
Junya doing time, kicking up his feet
a mill on the books, I’m stuntin with a fleet
a pretty red bitch we smash every week
blowing on some good Maybach back seat
the bitch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets
born rich from the hood YMCMB
yeah Maybach, brrrap

[Rick Ross]
I’m that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
zombies in the street we got them pouring out the sewers
most controversial in the muthafucking truest
and by looking at my jewels I’m still the muthafucking coolest
waving your flag you just a fucking blood donor
and this bitch far from bad who put these fucking Uggs on her
took her to California spent a fucking dub on her
when she walk up in the club now every fucking thug want her
I’m just so fucking special, lets see whats on the menu
fuck the promoter my grand bigger than the venue
this the shit I’m into all black in the rental
my chopper be making hits its such a sad instrumental
these niggas love boys enjoying there little toys
I’m building hotels off the coast of St. Croix
100 mill I accept nothing less
black Rayban’s at Obama’s next address

 

[fox69]

"Walkin On Air"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"Walkin On Air"
(feat. Meek Mill)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
[?], rich forever

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in the city streets
That's all I ever heard from my older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you niggas' Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royce's on dirt roads, we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh

[Hook]
I'm walking on air

[Bridge]
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm into fashion, nigga, trying to bap this
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids scream in your mouth, cyanide
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real nigga
She let me fuck early so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she getting all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy
Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice
Better yet, look at this nigga's life

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You already know, I give and go and I get that dough
Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic tac toe
And these be niggas hating like ''Meek Mill, how you get that hope?''
Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow, just check my style
Look at that gold on my wrist on some shit
Make a call, ''who is this?'', think it's Benjie on the line
And he called, tried to flip, what I do?
Make a call, call Papi, four brick in
Papi call José cause José got fifth
Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up
Pussy niggas couldn't blow us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, that's the team, I love to G us, yeah

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya
Fiends lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla
Have a recording session with J.Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthian, Leviticus
I'm on that bus, I study well
Getting money, bitches know me well

 

[fox69]

"War Ready"
(feat. Jeezy)

"War Ready"
(feat. Jeezy)



[Intro]
Sentence should now-now be pronounced I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons without passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated

[Rick Ross]
War ready
You got shooters, I’ve got shooters
We’ve got money
Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do
Mastermind
Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga
If money is power, nigga, then I’ve got millions of power, nigga
Fuck with me nigga, huh?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk

[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war

[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.
This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always talkin'
'Bout what another mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'
I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady
When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]
Heroin and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

[Hook]

[Outro]
War ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby
I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga
Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé [?]
Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga
$25 million, nigga
$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres, nigga
That's just one of the many properties, nigga
War ready
And I'm down to die 'bout that
We gon' ride 'bout that
So you know we ready to slide 'bout that
Cut that check, nigga
Whatcha money like, huh?
It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga
Read the obituary, nigga
Print that motherfucker in [?], nigga
What's a hassa?
What's a hassa?
That's you, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
Hey Black, kill this motherfucker

[gun shots]