Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


[Intro: Rick Ross]
"Push it to the limit"
"Everyday I'm hustlin"
"Ten years later time for me to cash out"

[Interlude: Napoleon Hill]
Now here are some interesting facts about the mastermind which give you an idea of how important it is and how necessary that you embrace this principal and make use of it in attaining success in your chosen occupation

First of all, it is the principal through which you may borrow and use the education, the experience, the influence and perhaps the capital of other people in carrying out your own plans in life. It is the principle through which you can accomplish in one year more than you could accomplish without it in the lifetime if you depend entirely upon your own efforts for success

There is no such thing as something for nothing. Everything, including your personal success, has a price that must be paid

[Outro: Rick Ross]
I just upped my stock, fuck them cops
If you love hip-hop bust them shots

 

[fox69]

"It Ain't A Problem"
(feat. Triple C's)

"It Ain't A Problem"
(feat. Triple C's)



[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Handle my problem, that's the way it is
Always talkin like a bitch but that's the way he is
After the ride, nobody'll know where he is - Triple C!

[Verse 1: Triple C's]
When you serve a cat a couple of times
Knowin he serve in a couple of towns
Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval
It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort
Classy nigga walkin 'round with stacks
But I'm gettin word that he talkin behind my back
Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention
He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin
Tell him all your cars, makes and models
Tell him how you on steaks and bottles
Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday
How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight
He done told a nigga all your routes
And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out
Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out
That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Triple C's]
Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler
Save that [?] for your bathroom mirror
No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons
Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers
Triple C stamp the trillest
I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is
Them hoes stay at the billets[?]
And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million
A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider
Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it
I told ya - flow so cold, below frozen
like ice water over the Pro Tools
But that's old news, update the topic
What makes the prophet cut cake in projects
I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is
Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Torch]
Nigga I'm fresh out
Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out
Jail ain't rehabilitate shit!
Killers and dealers all I affiliate with
Retaliate[?] and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff
and we ain't playin freeze tag, you better dip
Chop soundin like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry
So I'm robbin moms for that wake money
It's Torch, you get a bomb from me - you wan' play?
I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin
Name 'em - ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Miss a payment I'll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit
Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets
Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean
Meanin it's comin too, nigga what you wanna do?
I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Y'all niggaz know who this is
Nigga this is the homey nigga
Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga
Y'all niggaz see us in the club
Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga
But y'all niggaz already know nigga
Triple C's nigga, and we out

 

[fox69]

"It's My Time"
(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

"It's My Time"
(feat. Lyfe Jennings)



[Intro: Lyfe Jennings (Rick Ross talking)]
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)

[Verse 1:]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce
Ten years later time for me to cash out
You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit
I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on the late nights
When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white
'96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationships
I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit
Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time

[Verse 2:]
Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin
Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened
Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin
I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding
Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens
Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent?
Thats in the nature of being a nigga
Being beat down, then able to get up
Being let down, then able to sit up
Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it
I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya
Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya
Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers
You'll be working for the state like you they laywers
Stay loyal, your time will come...
For you to be free and shine like the sun
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time

[Verse 3:]
Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job
Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard
Thats the rules of the game for the underdog
Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!)
I left it in Gods hands...
Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan"
I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen"
Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall
See me fell, in the hell of shells
Expired, no liar, I live the tale
I look forward to working with all the real niggaz
I look forward to looking back on drug dealing
I look forward to making my momma smile once
Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts
Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth
I'm loading the guns... Who running the South?
I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door
I got my money right nigga, and I want war

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah)
It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!)
(There'll be no stopping me now)

 

[fox69]

"Itchin'"

"Itchin'"



We get real money my nigga
Rickie Rosay
The untouchable empire
MMG

I'm excited right now
Living life right now
Black bar mitzvah, shit is a party right now
It's too easy right now
Shout out to the conglomerate nigga
October 30th
Dreams and nightmares, that's what's all about
Meek Millie
Over a dozen whips
Young niggas get paper man
Few of my niggas multimillionaires already, no albums out
We run this shit literally
Death Jam records, salute
Warner brothers, salute
Power circle
Should be blessed to be in our presence

I whip my herione with milk
All my boxers be silk
You pussy niggas should chill, we keep the city on tilt
I put on for my woes, down for my area code
We hit a lick you go to prison, gotta bury your dough
Respect that holly my nigga, yo we out here my niggas
You're so high with my niggas Salasy out here my nigga
I recite only lethal, yeah them label to pour it
I get high in the cathedral, and I feel so important
How I'm popping them bands, your man just won't stop
I fucked them friends, came out on top
Then she wanted a bite and she named the spot
But me being a boss, I took her straight to wingstop

My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
I'm ridin round the city and I got that calculator
I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper, hey!

 

[fox69]

"John Doe"

"John Doe"


Ugh, there he go, that's John Doe
There he go, that's John Doe
There he go, that's John Doe
Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo

[Chorus]
24's, John Doe
All gold, John Doe
Them boys dealing blow, they John Doe
Night work for the load, that's John Doe
I'm still balling like I'm dough dealin
Ugh I'm still balling like I'm dough dealin
Ugh I parked the Caddy in the living room
Just parked the Caddy in the living room

[Verse 1]
I brought a Benz and it's paid for
I brought a bitch that bitch paid for
I brought a stick and its made for
Welfare, yeah stick it in ya a-hole
Aye ho you know I got that A-1
Yayo and I'm quick to slang one
Jumping niggas like a chess piece
Spend a couple hundred dollars on my chest piece
Outta town niggas we call 'em fresh meat
He say he nettin me boy you must refresh me
Better miss me with the convo
Wanna know my name bitch, John Doe

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got a bitch who has a habit
Spending stacks on nice fabrics
That head great, that pussy lavish
I'm peeling collie greens that 30 carrots
Reporting live from my Rolls Royce
I'm ready to die and put that on my old boy
Count 1.5 I holla "Oh Lord"
When I'm on the jet know them choppers on board
Rims taller than a bulldozer
Everybody tucking pistols when we pulled over
Fresh up out the fest, salute my nigga Fanzo
Yea they asked my name but he told 'em John Doe

[Chorus - x2]

 

[fox69]

"Justice"
(with Birdman)

"Justice"
(with Birdman)



[Intro]
Sometimes when I’m smoking that shit, right bird
Man you ever just pray my nigga
This for all the hustlers
Sometimes I get so high, I just pray my nigga
We hustling
I be coughing this shit, hustle
And I just be thinking bout
We blast off, god love us, my nigga
Real talk
Sometimes I recite song 27
The lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear?
Not nothing of these fucks

[Verse 1]
Coming up a nigga had to fight for erything
Now I’m at the fight 3 rows from the ring
Call some don king, on boats with Jay-Z
Looking at this picture, bitch better say cheese
Who shine like boss, a birdman junior
We still got birds, don’t let birdman fool ya
We just so blessed, lexus stretched
Tears in my eyes and I mean
The fam so trill, we just so rich
You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
Sacks in the attic, ciroc on the yachts
Knots in the pockets, baleys, no socks
Cash is a heavy, monkey on my back
So I’m riding with my dog, with the chicken on my lap
Fascinated with the shine, get high off the H
Call you when I come down

[Verse 2]
Young gutter, been running for 10 summers
Bad bitches lust, you pay for pussy, they front us
Young boss talking, you lil niggas is runners
The deals that I’m aching to turn, my gun is the stunnest
It’s lies that you speak, the truth lies in numbers
The wheels on the new coupe, humongous
Bet that, maybach wet black
Curtains close on the motherfucker when I sit back
Yeah, got the game from the stunner man
Yeah, but I still keep it gutter man
Money wrapped up in a rubber band
Give it to my bitch, tell her blow a lane nothing down
Just a young nigga shitting, dumping
Maybach music in the maybach bumping
GT vodka got me feeling right
Just a young nigga getting money man I’m living life

[Verse 3]
Oh you lil fresh lil fly like that nigga, H
Rest in peace to the rest in peace
Come through nigga when I came through shooting
Niggas popping off so I had to shoot him
Shot him up, pop it off, that’s how we do it
Got the money moved out and that’s how we do it
Ak, I’m in the hallway, you niggas get sprayed
You niggas can’t fade, get laid
A nigga get flayed
Fuck a nigga when we land, man we wet
Chop em all then we chopped up
Chopped up, got other niggas chopped up
Upstate nigga came together got bucked
Ain’t nothing came so we did it, so we did us
Another night in the new bus
Smoke till we see dust
Another bitch and she on us
Ball till we can’t flush

[Outro]
This that H experience
This the volume one, lost tapes
These records was recorded years ago
Bitch we make time this music
Catch up, we hustlers
We winners, we rich, we the greatest
We the best, bitch we the business
We made it, we will never stop
Birdman, ricky rozay
Miami, new Orleans, every ghetto across the world
Every hood, every project
You feel the pain in the music
We out here, H

 

[fox69]

"Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)"
(feat. R. Kelly)

"Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)"
(feat. R. Kelly)



[Intro - Rick Ross:]
This is for my rich bitches
Her puppy named Panamera
Her puppy named Panamera
She got a condo in the area
Rich bitch
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
She stay at her friend's and all these bitches is bad
Watch them lick on each other, I'm talkin' pussy to ass
Dope boy still at large, trackin' device on her car
Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms
Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things
Let her fuck Meek Mill, told her keep chasin' her dreams
Get the Lexus to flip, purple Texas to sip
She make it rain like a nigga, we got more money to get
Rich bitch, call her rich bitch
Cause she fuck with dope boys and can suck a good dick

[Hook - R. Kelly:]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money
Girl, you doin' somethin' to me
Hell yeah, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that, keep doin' that
Doin' that, keep doin' that, doin' that

[Verse 2 - R. Kelly:]
I be feastin' on Tinder, she take just like piegeons
Diamond-studded La Perla, that pussy's prestigious
Yeah, she remind me of somethin' but that shit ain't my Jeep
Matchin' Bugattis, Versace, she's went with three
She be movin' that dough, quarter mil on her wrist
Why you niggas be slippin'? This bitch is fuckin' your bitch
Saks fifth pop tags, neiman I pop tags
Crocodile, python, that's a zoo on her bag
She on the phone makin' deals, we gettin' them checks
My Penelope Cruz, I let her meet my connects
I fuck her all on the marble, yeah, that girl is a freak
She like comin' in mornin', she's the female me

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
Room service for weeks, a dozel towel on the beach
She only wear panties once, then pass it down to her niece
Let's go shoppin' at Boca, sixty stuffed in the sofa
Can't be tweetin' locations, she postin' pics from her yoga
Never party with locals, niggas with them was moguls
VIP with dope boys, the DJ shout out to Sosa
Valet park in the Wraith, cocaine all on her face
Her Rolex icy as mine, throw up my gang sign
We goin' bottle for bottle, Belaire Rosé to the roof
Rich bitch is her name and she Chanel to the boot
Uh, I be droppin' so much, nigga
My bitch shoppin' so much, nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Keys To The Crib"
(feat. Styles P)

"Keys To The Crib"
(feat. Styles P)



[Hook: Rick Ross]
I got them ki's in the crib
You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, it's real
It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil'
I think I'm losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it's my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
I'm riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out
Bitches a motion picture, I'm picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young nigga's doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
I'm trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and I'm with whatever
Ki's to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
Hundred mil' plus til we rich forever

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is young'uns with this trash to sell
They got some CO's that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funeral's never cool, nigga, pass the steel
I'm a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
That's one of few names that'll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
I'm the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Ki's in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
This is the scenario - something go wrong, it's a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of lawyer niggas
That'll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
Nigga, you know I'm living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross talking]
If I'm rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever?
Forgive me Lord! Forgive me
My next move; God Forgives, I Don't
I think you'll love it
Rich Forever!

 

[fox69]

"King Of Diamonds"

"King Of Diamonds"


[Intro:]
Somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

[Verse 1:]
I got the baddest bitches waiting on a nigga
I got these pussy niggas hating on a nigga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
I'm getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I'm the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that pussy, bring it to baby, I got it
Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
I got a club, here or 'ye
So show me love, it's only Rozay

[Hook:]
Rozay

[Verse 2:]
You gotta separate yourself from fuck boys
Can't even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
I'm floating in my shit like I'm in a parade
Ho, you better take notice - I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these bitches, and I know these niggas ho-ish
Take your bitch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus
I'm so rich, I mean I'm so rich
If it's less than ten stacks, to me it's ho shit
It's time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, nigga - look in my face
It's only one Rozay

[Hook]

[Outro:]
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

 

[fox69]

"Last Breath"
(feat. Birdman and Meek Mill)

"Last Breath"
(feat. Birdman and Meek Mill)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
Nigga, long as you livin' how you wanna live
Niggas gon' talk about you
And that's completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute niggas that's dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin' that syrup, might front you a block
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
I'm ballin' til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
What's at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while I'm rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking I'm doing wrong, when these niggas ain't right

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I just scooped me a BM
And bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was Hov
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin', I'm fucking all of they hoes
So I don't blame 'em, no I don't knock 'em
But if they play my dogs, we slay 'em, I'm talkin' pop 'em
Want some attention, hall-of-fame 'em, they talkin' bout us
Acting like bitches 'til we spray 'em, get the coffin out ya
We all about it, ahhhhh
I'm ballin' till my very last breath
I hustle like I'm on my last cheque
And I ain't even in my bag yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I'm good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
Talkin' panhandle pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
Ain't no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4: Birdman]
Ballin' till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred B's in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
'Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
Puttin' it down, hold it down for my fuckin' rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook]