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"Da Man"

"Da Man"


Yayyoooooo
Ye, ye, ye, ye, yea

We goin party like 2020
I got them bricks you know whatever get money
My overseas bitch love that african blow
I got the mansion and the cars of a half a blow
The feds watchin, cause I'm selling all my crime
There tryin to hit a nigga with that nelson mandela time
I look at time from the oyster
Them bitches love them aphrodisiaks the clams and them oysters
Now my nut sacks in her mouth just like them oysters
I cook up 16's and bag of the cordless
My coat scale you could weigh a fuckin walrus
My shooters are zombies, walking corpses
Niggas wanna crucify me put me on crosses
Cause my jeweller got me in them big shiny scrosses
And 50 got me in them shiny porsches
Weed man deliver boy we smoke to wee naucious
 
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"Dangerous Minds"

"Dangerous Minds"


The future don't care no more
NYPD care is capturing nigga, go to war
High school, they hit you in the daytime
Saw Ramilio ain't in class, dangerous minds
And everybody going gang signs
My heirs know a face laced with a thousand diamonds
And I done fucked about a thousand dollars
And been around the world about a thousand times
Rest in peace to Trevon Martin, got the straps and the police
And the Aston Martin, fuck 'em and fuck George Zimmerman, too
And I got no love for the boys in blue
Hit, pop police, keep trill in my car but my feet near mule, got my strap in a brawl
Click, clack, take that, fuck 'em, pounds in AC for the low one, try to touch 'em

My father always said you made your bed, lay in it
My homie in a box 'cause he staying shit
Whole click strapped up 'cause we staying shit
We staying shit, we staying shit

D Way nephew is still gang banging
Chicago where you living, dead or in prison
Killers is what the box breathes, kilos is what the ox leave
My niggas rich off the bong weed
'Cause life stress goes away off the bong trees
More trees than a lumberjack, my own click, galaxies
You soft boy, you running that
Watched your powers, our dismay
I give them lead, showers with AKs
Haters in the street wanna see me obsolete
I do 'em dirty like MLB clicks

My father always said you made your bed, lay in it
My homie in a box 'cause he staying shit
Whole click strapped up 'cause we staying shit
We staying shit, we staying shit
We staying shit, we staying shit
 
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"Dead Rappers"
(feat. Styles P, Problemz & Desperado)

"Dead Rappers"
(feat. Styles P, Problemz & Desperado)



[Talking: Styles P]
Desparado, problemz, d-block
Ghost

[Styles P:]
Hustle to get a dollar bill re-up gang
Shottie in the porsche I spray out range
Desperado and problemz bang out gang
Got the 9 and the shottie I lay out gangs
Shits piled up like a jail jean
Wanna get popped and wheeled on hopeing you don't feel wrong
About the way we style
Bein had crack money I'm an 80's
Only run around with niggaz that's crzy wild
Fuck you girl with the dick and a broomstick
Wolf nigga holler at the moon shit
Ya never did no goon shit
Teflon crack in your back
Kidnap the kid taking a nap
Then we bringing em back
Motherfucker we cut her your girl slack
Right before we cut up her back
Still the hardest nigga out now work with that

[Chorus x2: Styles P]
What you want nigga
Loyalty, money, respect
Get the power bring my niggas flyin in jets
Have em chillin in the island get away from the stress
But right now real talk all these rappers is dead

[Desperado:]
The game is fake and niggaz is singing
How your hearts behind bars and you think that your winning
Let me you bout a real man that took a real bid did it
Nowadays pap would say that his own kid did it
Trust me dog you not what you pretend to be
The time that they giving is breaking you down mentally
You not a thug you an actor, far from real
So I'm a teach you face like cam and part your grill
You got a mind or heart nigga you need both
And to take me down dog you need tools
Ask anybody they say d don't fold
He loco, b.b.o.g gon roll shit
We nice with the hands we all hold chrome
We dealing with more grams than an old folks home
So tell me what you havin to say
I blow up half of your face
You can tell god what happened to day

[Chorus x2]

[Problemz:]
They say I'm orthadox nigga I box awkward
Still I'm respected by the niggaz I fuck with
Say a nigga smart cause my mental my office
Gotta remain sharp like the tip of a swordfish
Life is a game that I can't forfeit
Success I'll be here soon I can't force it
Still in the drop like water outta leaky faucets
Still wide aware so I watch who I walk with
Only got 1 shot nigga I am a marksman
Flow outta thisw world yes I am a martian
Hear dat beat on my chest it sounds like nazis marching
Fire your lives with thin guess my heart is an arson
Gotta hustle nigga I need gwap
3 niggaz, 3 forks, 1 chinese box
4 wings whole lotta rice with no pork in
Welcome to the life of the unfortunate

[Chorus x2]

[Tony Yayo:]
Yea, palm trees on the sunset
Call the shooters up they breeze through your projects
Uh, your nobody till somebody kill you
I turn your corn into candle light vigiles
Show your best friend the stash he might pull a pistol
Cause that greed and that envy cause major issues
I'm only mixing with the real niggaz
I'm only mixing with them real killers
45 a.c.p it's all pearly
Blood on your seats you get the red foams early
I switch cavallis, new mazarati
G5 it up with a bad mami

[Chorus x2]
 
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"Dear Suzie"

"Dear Suzie"


[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Aiyyo Fif' (yeah)
Yo Fif', I got this letter from this girl (word?)
Finna write her back man
I'ma tell you what I told her though (what you said?)
Listen..

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know I'm a star in jail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail

[Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, I ain't have sex in a while
I'm in jail with my niggaz; beatin off to your pictures
You only writin letters cause I'm headed towards the riches
And I'm only writin letters cause your head game vicious
What's today's date, and today's time?
Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme
I'm about to lock it so I'ma write this letter
Was your day okay? Is your mother better?
I'ma put this bid in, cause summertime is comin
And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin
I'm in dorm two lower ma, here's my address
Send my G-Unit and my mailin package
Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you
But can your friend Kim be my mule boo?
Give me some days, I'ma write you back
Send that new don diva a quarter a pack
And when you come to my visit, don't wear no drawers
It's your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours
Goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate
To Oster County and then shock upstate
But anyway ma I be home in January
'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary
And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut
From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up
I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten
I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em
Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow
Baby I'm waitin on your mail, here come the C.O
Ma it's Tony Yayo, girl I'm bound to blow
I can't wait to come home and perform a show
Get some ice from Jacob's, so my neck can glow
Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro
Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low
Dear groupie lights out, girl it's time to go

[Chorus]
 
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"Delt With"

"Delt With"


Thisis50.com
World stars where I'm on
Tmz to see me I got this shit on smash nigga

[Verse:]
Ducatti 900 3rd gear lift up
'09 bentley brooklyn pick your bitch up
Walk in safe
I can't wait for them 100 dollar bills with obama face
The world changing the whitehouse, the blackhouse
4-10 shotgun shells I'l blow your back out
I'm in christian dior with beauty dior
Porn star goddess smoking on gods gift
Riding through southside
Everybody wanna spoon me cause I'm smoking half gooey
With an educated groupie
I'm rich porter in his prime nigga
I'm from cop killer queens where they line niggas
Yo I still got a jail bond
Man I love hip hop
7 star dubai give my louis to the bell hop
These rappers think they hancock
Till they see my handcocked
Fuck boy layin on the floor with his man shot
 
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"Die Slow"

"Die Slow"


[Chorus:]
Shoot em bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
6 million ways to die, die slow
Shoot em bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
6 million ways to die, die slow

[Verse:]
Nigga I be flowing like the panama canal
You a bloomy s.o.b (jock jock a mosh down)
My neck chilly, nigga my last trip was chile
Terrain in the ande moutains for from the city
My passport stamped up pages get me wrong looks
My passport look like a fucking phone book
Pull out the 4-10 punk niggas better run
6 shells out the strap revolver slash shotgun
And to the feds I'd rather death than capture
Ducatti 900 my bitch got that strap tucked

[x2:]
Now gangsta niggas dying
Kanye talking bout he got gangstas weaing tight jeans holdin iron
My jeans medium fit, calvin klein hold the clips
The rap game controlling it like calvin klein done got the 6
D.t's patrol the strip but my trap is holding it
My workers fighting over weed and ps3 controller sticks
 
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"Do It Right"
(feat. Max B, French Montana)

"Do It Right"
(feat. Max B, French Montana)



[Intro: French Montana (Max B)]
Hold on to ya looove. (yeah!)

[Chorus: French Montana (Max B)]
If you wanna do it, (g'eah!) take your time {LET'S GO! }
Do it riiight! [kids ovation]
You can do it baby.
Get yo' money riiiiight! (g'eah!) {TONY YAYO! }

[Max B:]
After two fifths of Cru [gunshot] - I had the plan made (made!)
Nigga got his food ate, patched it up with' a band-aid.
Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese, and mustard (mustard!)
Your bitches look busted! - Shit got me! [shot]
Disgusted! - Clusters droop off the left wrist
I think I got a death wish.
Sittin' back, suicidal thoughts of doin' it,
Hittin' the switch. - All my niggaz could move a brick. [police sirens]
I can move the shit on a slow day, no play, okay? (Okaaay!) [police sirens]
I be speakin' to my bitch Oshay.
And as we roll on. - "Hold on to ya loooove."
Mami fiendin', she want more drugs. (more!) [scream]
Shaking and she goin' through withdrawls
Big pitfalls. - I'm 'bout to be the shit dog.
Can a nigga stop what I'm bringin' - singin'
Soundin' all good, I'm going all around the hood. - It's Max B! [gunshot]

[Chorus: French Montana]
If you wanna do it, take your time
Do it riiight!
You can do it baby. [Joker laughs]
Get yo' money riiiiight!

[French Montana:]
Get high till we can't see
Your rap career over! - Look for plan B! (what?)
These rap niggaz - softer than cotton candy
I ain't a boss! - All my niggaz family! [gunshot]
Every nigga near me (uh-huh) - got a gun just as big as Camby
That's Marcus, and open coffins.
Bootleg cable - and bitch
You get what you bring to the table (uh-huh!) - I got shrimp
And spaghetti! - And Prego sauce! Yeah, my boy polished,
Homie ding those off - and I hear him knockin'. (whattup?)
It's the Wavie Crockett - with more hoes
From River Road and more O's, and plenty rolled. [gunshot]
From food stamps to big checks (uh-huh!)
And I'll smack a bitch with' a 100 stacks off a reflex. [scream]
That's a jackpot! - 650 with the ragtop
And Pillsbury for a mascot.

[Chorus: French Montana (Tony Yayo)]
If you wanna do it, take your time [classic evil laughter]
Do it riiight! [classic evil laughter] (Y'all niggas know what time it is, nigga!)
You can do it baby. (Call me: "Eury"!)
Get yo' money riiiiight! (Cause I'm spendin' Euros, ya heard?) [gunshot]

[Tony Yayo:]
S.O.D.! - Swammies On Deck, homie.
My killers O.D. and die for respect homie. (BLAOW!) [gunshot]
The barrel of my gun - start to pre-cum [shot]
Fiendin' to buss, I'm low when the D's come. [gunshot]
G-Unit is a money-makin' fountain
25 on the wrist, my chick in Christian LaBoutan's.
Kick a nigga in the head, football punt a nigga,
Then stab a nigga quick like a London, nigga!
Your career is a blender nigga. - Mine is promised!
I wear a 9 in the snakeskin Pradas.
With' a 9 in a chick that's chasin' dollars
Like I'm chasin' dollars;
By any means necessary,
Yeah, a nigga necklace heavy.
Let the caviar dreams star out
I'm in the hood with the Porsche out!
To the G5 turbulation,
The fly dude by it - where they camel-racin'. {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

[Chorus: French Montana (Tony Yayo)]
If you wanna do it, (That's money! That's money right there!)
Do it riiight! (That shit is better in Vegas, and out there in Dubai.)
You can do it baby. (Youkno'Imean?)
Get yo' money riiiiight! (And makes Vegas?)

[Outro: Tony Yayo]
You know?
But you can't gamblin' on!
You gon' only better cameras and shit!
Big money!
That's big boss shit, ya heard? [gunshot] [kids ovation]
 
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"Domepiece"

"Domepiece"


[Verse 1:]
Rule 15 question enemies till the finish
The consequence is death or a long sentence
Friend turn to foe
I shake em off like blunt ashes
On my wire cell clothes cause they male hoes
Make a move catch a mack shell
Broken wings on your back you a match well
R.I.p to michael, he died and made the world stop
80's had the parting of a white top tiger shop
Run in your studio hit your hard drive
Harlem really took a hit when big l died
The whole bedstuy cried when big poppa died
The re annowned g-unit we born to ride
Homocide don't care about that homocide
They coppin coffee and donuts a nigga died

[Chorus: x2]
We don't give a fuck about the police
4-10 I'll split your whole domepiece
Hit rikers and scrap over dorm tv's
New york streets leave alot of casualties

[Verse 2:]
The latin kings wanna watch caliente
The bloods wanna catch the game and watch the knicks play
Now it's a day room brawl horriffic
Blood smeared all on the wall
When you was free you'd damn sure had tv
In the beacon bloods got they names on the seats
This is for them g's in mdc
Fat dalans they never gone see the streets
In the feds I met a real nigga named sassy
He had a box full of tapes the wire tap was nasty
In his cell all he did was listen to em
His right hand ratted the streets screwed him

[Chorus x2]
 
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"Don't Shoot Your Eye Money"

"Don't Shoot Your Eye Money"


[BB gun shot bounces off target and hits Ralphie's face]

[Movie Bites from "A Christmas Story (1983) ":]
[Ralphie as Adult:] Oh, my God! I shot my eye out!
[Santa Claus:] You'll shoot your eye out, kid.
[Miss Shields & Ralphie's Mother:] YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT! YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT!
[Santa Claus:] HOOOO... HOOO... HOO!
[Mother:] Ralphie, you be careful out there. Don't shoot your eye out! [echoes][gunshot]
 
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"Drama"

"Drama"


Uh, rest in peace to pimp c
Shout to bun b
Uh, drama what's good nigga
Gangsta grill ya know what it is

[Chorus: x3]
I'm on that other shit
I'm on that fly shit
I pop a tag niggas run and get what I get

[Verse:]
So why you tripping shawty
Your baby father broke
Jump in the guajaport baby girl got smoke
Money over bitches though I stay on that mobbin shit
My lawyer money is a good defence arguement
Flyin in a spaceship fuck boys hating
The yard looking like an alien invasion
Kill or be killed, I leave like a survivor
Your ribs touching touch that nigga with the llama
Porsche panarama do a donut in a circle
I'm on fire like mikes pepsi commercial
I'm chain smokin, I'm bout to smoke em
Pull up at the lights blaaaaat his brains open
Roll with the winners ma, and catch a w
Next morning 8 course meals at the w
Ba ba ba ba ba ban
Hoes better pay a pimp
Hindu and skunk need that lobster and the shrimp
Rappers can't see me I'm the rap stevie wonder
You punk faking I take your head off your shoulders
With the 2 2 3 the mob stick
Hater niggas ride dick and pop shit
With the 2 2 3 the mob stick
Hater niggas ride dick and pop shit
 
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