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"Move"
(feat. 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd)

"Move"
(feat. 50 Cent & Kidd Kidd)



Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga when I say move

Empires, cash cows revenues
Bugatti, one stripe like Pepe Le Pew
I go to church and I kneel on the pew
And ask God for forgiveness when the mobs come through
I hit the club and throw my set up, they never miss
From my toes to my neck up foes wanna check us
Tint bottles and VIP, two models and it's all on me, yeah
We move like hyenas on death fetus
You get victimized tryina throw the dick, be
Switch to foreign cars, junk in the hoopty
'Cause last week niggas tried to shoot me

Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga when I say move

You know I'm hood so I stay with the retched
Got an itchy trigger finger, don't make me scratch it
Yeah, I run the game, watch them niggas go and blast it
Be a home runner, a duck like Daffy
No lights, no cameras, all action
No bags, no luggage, but we packing
Your life, your air, gonna grasp it
Too late, tore your face, goes casket
Notice, get it tested, drum under the cake like a picnic basket
Turn wives to widows, sons to bastards, we call that [?] magic

Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga when I say move

Never under pressure, in a turmoil
Rushing mob, extort heads, pressing for they oil
I spray rockets out my space craft
They hit you blindside, homie holding this
The lil' homie shooting over eye patch
The mind, 45s leave a nigga dead
See, it's a cold world we're living in
Stomping on my life like they Timberlands
Four door, 650 pipe in the sentiment with my woman friend
The stash pop out, the strap clip extend
30 shots out the handgun, close on a point blank so a nigga can't run

Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga, when I say move you better get out my way
Finna have me in my hoopty, low my cane
Nigga move when the chopper spray
'Cause these shells will hit you from a block away
Nigga when I say move
 
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"Mr 12, 12, 58"

"Mr 12, 12, 58"


I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
You need forensics up in here
Another homoicide in here, oh yeaaaa

[Chorus: x2]
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
Watch me get rich off the rocks on the dinner plate

[Verse:]
My brain tell my body go and get the money
My body start to move I go and get the money
It's simple elementary my dear watch
And I'm off probabtion ask mr. watson
Jump in the dropin biggie what's beef so
You the type of homie that's happy when the beefs low
My crazy weed habit got ashes on my outfit
2000 thousand dollars on an armani houselift
Get my money up then I watch another house flip
But I ain't sellin houses, I'm sellin ounces
Outta auntie back door
Boy I'm a cocaine cowboy, dope conaseeur
The dope and the coke in the trunk of the azzure
Aand the key of raw is in the challenger
So I drive real slow, and take my time
Cause if the feds pull me over I'm doing caveman time

[Chorus x2]

We had our share of troubles
But the crack spot has doubled
With a little code on can't understand it
The fiendss can flyyyyy, dead in the mountains
Let's get that money nigga
 
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"Mr. 3000"

"Mr. 3000"


Mr. 3000
It's mr. 3000
Yea, yea, yea

Popping on the highway
Share courses with those that didn't make it
My eyes all faded
Grim reaper when I'm waving the tec
I'll leave you deeper than the national debt
Yea, yea, cleeko and rose till our guts explode
Cuban cigars, spanish villa, baddest hoe
Yea, call me mr. 3000
My weed, a pretty hairstyle on pradlan
Slip past the border and shoot a custom agent
Tendo behind me so my trunk is fragrant
Uh, gettin money is my occupation
Try to stop me, board game operation
My crazy nigerians I'll lay you down
Chopper hit a chopper black hawk down
See my mind is like a crime encyclopedia
It's hard to make it to heaven the devil keep g'ing ya
And if these labels ain't seeing ya
The dope is in the boyarife you splurge when we reing up
Pretty bitch and she tripping off the papa smurfs
Pop 2 in the coupe she lifting up her skirt
I put ya dick in the dirt she ain't fuck machina
44 raging bull, robert deniro
Loyalty over greed hoe niggaz die slow
Yo michael told me I don't ever trust a frito
4-10 with the tayo
It's like saving private ryan in my hood bro
Yaaa, 100 bottles it look like god coming
Highway to heaven when the work come in
Koneba, tony in that hot tub
I ice turn her to bonita in this dope cause
Connect on the phone he say hello
I need a tan of pale yellow
That really mean he got that tan and that yellow
Sugar hill shit rob melo
10 bricks right off a furlow
Blunt ashes of rozay,
Marc jacobs all white girls from norway, foreplay
3 wheels on a caddy
Bad bitch on her back her ass like damn
And, fuck a connect I need a coke farmer
And a man made submarine underwater

I told y'all niggaz man
Mr. 3000
 
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"Murda Was"

"Murda Was"


Clearing my throat on this one
Yea swine flu 2, pandemic
Yea, uh, yea, uh

Cops wanna toe tag me and black bag me
Like sean bell and that was planned
But wanna toe tag me and black bag line me in the tele like max b did
From the cradle to the grave put a bag on your dick
Get a new chain get it mad to mad shiit
Wake up read the ny bladda
3 dead in the bronx, and queens just got all shot up
And my beefcake niggaz is crazy
Take a nigga chain and they know it's fougasey
4-10 revolver, shotgun shells I'l break your dame up
I run up on a nigga like a spider hyenna
You know I gotta iron heart, load up the swammie
Take the strap apart ready for the lion par
Superman camaro, that cost 30 nigga
Candy paint that bitch like a dirty dirty nigga
Big gun like o dog
And I'm high as a kite looking out my tom fords
It's yayo nigga, I get money like a mayo nigga
South of france these models wanna lay a nigga
Coke game, dope game I hit all angles
You missing, like that plane in the bermuda triangle
My peruvian, jailhouse doctor
Took a bullet out my partner got hit with the monblocka
Big homie that's the uzi
Niggaz look at my jewellery I make a big movie

Rated r shit
Ya knah mean everybody die
Murda was the case that they gave me
Yea nigga
Spider niggaz on the west side
Y'all niggaz from the dirty d, detroit
Cincinatti down, ny, all over nigga
Murda was the case that they gave me
Gangstaz
 
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"Murder"

"Murder"


You ready cause I'm in the zone man
Gpg
H boy shit
2010

Yea
Drive by with heckler jump out, dump 3
I get a bloodrush adrenaline junkie
The sour hands got more color than punkie
Brooster my 2 bitch nigga eat a seed and oover
Canuver watch how you manuever
Anybody in the streets I'l try to shoot ya
I said I'm layin in your house in all black behind tints
Tryin to stretch you out on your lawn ornaments
Till dusk till dawn, when beef is on
No rules white sheets your moms

Nigga
What is it
Nothing but
Yea gpg nigga
Ha ha ha ha

King of new york, nah I'm the sidekick
Jimmy jumped with that fucking fat head on the hydrant
Now take these fucking flowers for you witnesses
Mo money, mo power, more privelges
Baby moms cryin, singing trey songz shit
Black roses we strap boulders
And why you even tryna scrap when the gats on us
I'm watching every nigga round my paramater
I got the shotgun shells in the dillinger
I put 1 to your eye I'l finish ya

You know what it is nigga
You been warned
Kick the door in
Lay you on the floor you know the routine
Murder
 
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"Murder (Remix)"
(feat. Uncle Murda)

"Murder (Remix)"
(feat. Uncle Murda)



[Uncle Murda:]
Ohhhh
Yayo what up nigga

[Tony Yayo:]
Murda what's good

[Uncle Murda:]
I'm murdering this motherfucker

[Tony Yayo:]
This is the remix

[Uncle Murda:]
G-unit whattup

[Tony Yayo:]
50, banks whattup

[Uncle Murda:]
G.m.g

[Tony Yayo:]
G-unit

[Uncle Murda:]
Southside whattup

[Tony Yayo:]
Queens

[Uncle Murda:]
Fuck all the talking who gotta get shot
Let the 5th, let the 40, let the tre 8 pop
Niggaz know how we give it up son they don't want it
Damn your head gone we got, gotta body on ya
Think big logic and your doe doe
Nobody move while I'm waving that fo fo
For 25 hunned lil niggaz I'll murder your whole clique
Come through with them choppers and empty the whole clip
After they empty there buisness they jump in a stolen
Lil niggaz is crazy they remind me of the old me
They be shooting on the block ey day
They making it hot but chasing all the money away
That's what the older niggaz be saying who hustle on the block
They want to check them lil niggaz, respect them little niggaz
They went over there hollerin and screamin
Them lil niggaz pulled out they burners on em and start squeezin

[Tony Yayo:]
Murda, murda, murda
Remix nigga
Brooklyn, queens men
Doe pesci whattup
Beef what's good
My nigga monson
Faye

[Tony Yayo:]
More accuracy, less trigger time
Cause I'm a prophecy across the stateline
2 2 3 with the scope I'm a sniper
The shit bouncing in my arm
Like a baby with a bad diaper
The truck harley, the bike harley
My daughter in that bitch watching that I carly
Uh, I treat the both like a cell block
Shoot you in your face turn your ass to a cyclops
1 eye in the middle of ya face
Closed casket I'll suit your wake
And since niggaz want that lights cameras action
Hop out like what's happening, hit em with the mac 10
I ride the b.p through b.k strapped
Soldiers like camp levinek in iraq
Brain matter, bodies scatterd, oh my god
Feds lookin for your body with cadaver dogs

Murda, murda
Nigga know what it is
50 what's good
Banks, v5
Niggaz on that island what's good
 
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"Neva Gonna Change"

"Neva Gonna Change"


Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yea

[Chorus:]
Shit ain't neva gon change, fuck it
Load up the k, we gon take em to war
We can do it broad day, right in front of the store
We can do it anytime, ain't no reason to talk
[Repeat]

[Verse:]
I said a lil coke money won't hurt nobody
Gotta coke and a smile in a black mazerati
If I run up on this nigga with this loaded llama
I'm a squeeze on his body like an anaconda
I got them chickens homie money ain't a thing
And if you a wolf nigga show me your fangs
2 hoes nuvo, yea tasting like wine cooler
I'm in the club sweating with my 9 ruger
But that's everyday shit
My man big sean need an everyday [gunshot]
A mexican with a trail a long
Multi, and 1 fucking year bro
Look at the gear yo nuttin but d.g
I'm a brainiac you a riri
I smoke good like an indian in tipi
Girls give me einstein brain off a gp
The louie sweatsuit is 27 hunnid
And that's rainy day shit when I'm get blunted

[Chorus]
 
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"Never Lie"

"Never Lie"


El chapo
Huh, but I'm back man
It's the unit, yayo
I am the streets y'all niggas know what it is
Keep sleeping on the under dog
Yeaa

[Verse 1:]
Wiz said that his checks look like phone numbers
Well my checks look like overseas phone numbers
Throw a bitch out the hummer like hoochie
It's really a uzi cause jack boys feeling loopy
On my grind like jamaicans with that arizona
European whip, amsterdam aroma
My short term goals is a vicky model
My long terms 1's swiss acount with zero's
Bad meter, the bitch bad
Similiar to vida guerrero and that chilli peper peta ass
2 11 jag aqua color
Roll that aqua man up ducking undercovers

[Chorus: x2]
I swear I'm never lieng on my dead niggas
I just fucked 2 hoe's off twitter
Stack chips, stack figures
I never lie on my kids or my niggas

[Verse 2:]
Free remy, free boozie, free t.I
P home he did 3 4 dilly
Gun laws change, 3 years of top
Now they tryin to give you 4 for the stashbox
I'm like tiger woods
I've got 5 birdies, 1 eagle, 2 boogies
That's that golfer talk
I got them dope fiends nodding off
I do donuts in the porsche when I'm slidding off
Cartier buckle, cartier glasses
I got a blackberry that's full of asses
I slide in a blackberry milasis
Roll the cherry pie now I'm high like nasa

[Chorus x2]
 
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"Niggas Bleed"

"Niggas Bleed"


[Intro:]
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
John Dillinger shit.

[Verse:]
Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, [sniff]
And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects! [rewind]

[Intro:]
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
John Dillinger shit.

[Verse:]
Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, [sniff]
And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects!
Gucci bandana, (uh-huh!)
And Feds wanna target my combos with their antennas! (FUCK Y'ALL!)
Headshot to the [?], my man got banged up (stop that!)
From a lil' nigga that he smacked up in grade school. (you a pussy nigga!)
On the mall, on the arm without no diamonds
My jeans 800 with the carriage horse on it. (I ain't lyin'!)
I'm in combo with Joey in Bed-Stuy
Twitter that "L-O-L", holla back EastSide! (sh-sh!)
I cook cocaine like Sue-flay an'
I break a brick with my head like a sensei. (HIIYAAAHHH!)
You a half-a-million Moissanites. (ha!)
Put a diamond-tester on that, all you see is red lights. (damn!)
I got it back, bought it back from the BX
My crib bitch from Flatbush, she rep' the [?].
Gang shit gettin' worse on the streets
Niggas cold blooded, shoot-up, you hurts on the streets. (BLAAAAAT!)

[Outro:]
Like us!
Yeah!
Niggas bleed just like us...
Niggas bleed just like us,
Picture me bein' scared of a rapper at the same awards as me.
Hahahh!
Rest In Peace to B.I.G.!
"Public Enemies", nigga!
 
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"Niggaz All Day"
(feat. Papoose)

"Niggaz All Day"
(feat. Papoose)



[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea
Don't get murdered on the humble
Weloome to the jungle nigga
New york city
It's the talk of new york Tony Yayo
I'm gettin back on the spazz shit

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Niggaz all in my face asking me for some moneyy
When I say no, no, no no
They be like he acting funny
You wanna rain on my parade
But cloudy are turning sunny
You only heard in the hood, and that's not good
I'm heard across the country

Nigga land on the kelipad, rims on the new jag
Lil nigga stop you got holes in your doo-rag
I'm gettin brick money just to walk through the club
Why your face screwed up you tryna walk like a thug
I'm in that 530 I.x n.m wagon
Oral sex through my sweats now your b.m braggin
My a.n.t saggin they cost 230
When I ride through the p's the v is 230
My wrist is too clean, my hat to the side
My starp in my ride I don't swallow my pride
There's wolves in the jungle, there's sheep in the jungle
The price of a life is real cheap in the jungle

(Chorus)

[Papoose:]
I got carpet on my floors, paintings on my walls
A living room mantlepiece full of awards
You on camera when you walking through my halls
You gotta puch in a code to open of my doors
Money from every country in my dresser drawer
I brought it back home off tour
You stay braggin bought having sex with a chick
But that's how you can tell he a snitch
He even tell on his dick
Quick to air out your whip, I blow out every tyre
Cut the cord of a snitch I'm clippin every wire
Bag a gun on my homie if I see he a liar
You my friend, since we friendly let's call it friendly fire

[Chorus]
 
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