Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Homicide (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy & Chevy Woods)

"Homicide (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy & Chevy Woods)



[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
I bought a whole O to smoke
I'm riding high
My niggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
Money from the flo' way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide

[Young Jeezy]
It aint even fair
Got the Mazi' out, look like Nicki here
White drop head, call it white chalk
Burn the insides, 57 soft
And nigga I'm killin 'em, bring the body bags
Count a million, fill the body bag
In my murder coupe, call it toe tag
Spend a grip nigga, call me 4 Jags
And nigga I'm killin' 'em, call a murder case
Got my Rolli' on, got the murder face
Roll another blunt, dust my shoulders off
Niggas hatin' Young, watch me shake 'em off

[Chorus]
I brought a whole O to smoke
I'm riding high
My niggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right
Money from the flo' way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide

I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em

[Chevy Woods]
With black on black cars coming through
Presidential shit, tints on the whip
So dark can't see who riding in that bitch
Suits and tie's no questions why
Somebody get a box ready for these guys
No four door, had the coupe that ride
That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
No games though, no names spoke
This crack right here, cocaine flow
I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro
Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro

Stuck in the car with my nigga I'm ready to ride
We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise

[Chevy Woods]
Keep telling everybody what you gonna do
Middle finger like fuck what you going through
All I know is that money that I'm going to
And them gang boys wanna bore you
Like wassup cause I told you
Just money in the pocket, fold you
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang

[Chorus]
I brought a whole O to smoke
I'm riding high
My niggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right
Money from the flo' way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide

I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right
But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide
I'm killin' 'em

[Wiz Khalifa]
First 48, first 48
Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
I ain't worried about spending bread cause I got more to make
Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate
Hundred for a show, can you afford a date
And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make?
Police ran up on my tour bus
But hey my niggas more money more problems
More lawyers on the case
Niggas at the Grammys
I was at the crib working
Heard they little diss but I'm just being the big person
Never been trained, still my aim near perfect
Everything I spits murder, bow!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hope"
(feat. Ty Dolla Sign)

"Hope"
(feat. Ty Dolla Sign)



[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Way before your time the world knew this would happen
Was destiny to many, was just hard work for you
As you were brought into this world
You tried to find out about your surroundings
The people, the feeling of being alive and breathing the air
The smiles you see at that point are the ones you should always remember
Authentic is
Due to the choices you make for yourself
It'll be a bunch of fake smiles so easy to forget
But some although not healthy for them will create an understanding of what the word real means
Us [?] one of your greatest attributes
Others before thyself as long as long as thyself is taken care of is well being
And money, well, I know you know how to get money
I'm gonna say this one time only, live young man, you deserve it
Let's celebrate, Blacc Hollywood

And we be in the club, buying all our champagne
Spillin' it on the couches
Me and my niggas deserve this shit
We was there for the come up
I am Blacc Hollywood, I live Blacc Hollywood

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest lookin' cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of draws cause she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up to the club with my thugs smokin' so strong
Hop out and walk through the back, so high I don't know where I'm at
Them bitches get open, I'm with some niggas who all 'bout that action
Poppin' them bottles, you look outside, see them foreigns
She get them dollars out them niggas cause she ain't lookin' for love
Smoke that loud up by the pound, she get champagne and drink it up
Hope you ain't a [?] cause she ain't lookin' for cuffs
In the club spinnin' [?] she in your face, you think it's love
Said you throwin' dubs, bro that ain't enough
Money, clothes, and drugs, that's what bitches love
Rollie cold as fuck, that's what bitches love
Back to the topic, pop that ass and please don't stop it

[Hook]

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
That's no love, that's no love
That's your bitch, get her bed in my truck
You ain't give her what she needed, and she ain't lookin' for love
Homie she don't want no flowers, only make her cum

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Poppin' ass, kinda naughty, met her ass at the party
Took her to the after party, drink some gin off her body
Spend some ends, now I'm going in
Took her and her friend, hit the skins
Then we smoked again, eyes like I'm Korean
Shots of gin, that's what all this juice is for
In Blacc Hollywood, that's my newest car
I'm like eney meeney, I got plenty
Pockets filled with hundreds, fifties
Nothin' lower, come fuck with a stoner and get stoned

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hopes And Dreams"

"Hopes And Dreams"


[Verse 1]
Long money, hopes and dreams
Always be around them niggas wit' paper but got your own money
it's yo world, buy this drink for you girl
You said tell the DJ play this song for me
Here's my number case you ever need company
Better weed tons of drink, love the way I dress, let her rub my ink
Hell yeah, I'm fly, that's why they all beneath me

[Chorus]
Got money fall and she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game no
I'm spending it all cause that's what we came for
Yeah that's what we came for
Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low, low, low, low, low yeaaah
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go

[Verse 2]
Throw it in the air watch that paper fall
Don't know how much I came here with
End of the night, shit, she gonna take it all
See them diamonds in my chain
You ain't gotta know my name
Rushing to the bar, I need another round of drinks
Then it's to my car, puff a pound of dank
Now we in the stars, and I'ma make it rain
Drown the sink,

[Chorus]
Got money fall when she make dough
I'm giving her all she can take though
And you know we ball but this ain't no game no
I'm spending it all cause that's what we came for
Yeah that's what we came for

Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low, low, low, low, low yeaah
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go
And all them other hoes competing they ain't even coming close, close, close
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go

[Verse 3]
Pay for your own clothes, fly on your own trips
You a big girl, you buy your own shit
Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip
No leasing yours, you like to own shit
So rich, the one them niggas hate the bitches wanna go with
I'm buying O's like it's Wheel of Fortune
Feelin flawless, living lawless, get

Throwing my money when I see you every time she gets low, low, low,
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go
And all them other hoes competing they ain't even coming close, close, close
Foot on the gas when I see you niggas she ready to go, go, go, go

I'm throwing money up and watching her go round and round
Watching her go round and round
I'm throwing money up and watching it come down, come down
They come down, come down
Oh we can go to my house or we can go to your crib
We can jump in your car, you can see how I live
But I'm still throwing money up
So much I'm loosing count and count
So much I'm loosing count and count
Yeah I'm counting about.

 

[fox69]

"Hot 97 Freestyle"

"Hot 97 Freestyle"


Full of medicine so you know
I'm reppin' Taylor Gang too man shout out to anybody else reppin Taylor Gang
You already know how we do, it's your boy young Khalifa
Flyer than ever,
Rep Taylor Gang, we're the higher the better
My lines are clever and all my bitches dimes or better
About my cheese mozzarella
Chains like the old Roc-a-fella
I know your girls a freak, but you'll never be acapella
I got it locked the hell up, sewn
And I ain't need no help I did it on my own
I outta be a pilot, all the places I have flown
If they made another me it'll be a million dollar clone
Haters goin' hate
The bitches say I moan
My money like my hair now, it's gettin kind of long
Comin' up people swore they seen us
Now I'm rich, need a chick as bad as Kanye's Phoenix
So roll up please, In flex we trust
Let them lames be lames we goin' just be us
So roll up please, In flex we trust
Let them lames be lames we goin' just be us
That's it man, you know, a little Taylor gang paper planes
Put them 2 fingers up man, if you with it
And If you ain't get with it man, you'll get flown over

 

[fox69]

"House In The Hills"
(feat. Curren$y)

"House In The Hills"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa]
Got no time for the conversations or funny shit
Nigga, only the reals who I get my money with
Used to turn on the TV, see what I want
And now the same one I dreamed about, the same one I'm stuntin' in
In the 6-2, almost 26
And every nigga that I'm with got a zip
I look at this shit as one big table and best believe every nigga I'm with got a sit
They try to hold us back, paint a picture of us, then sell it straight to the public
You young, black, then you thuggin'
What they don't talk about the kid that came from nothin'
Who stuck to what he believed in and turned himself to something great
They should use that story to motivate
But instead they'd rather focus on the fact that he's a pothead
Not the fact there's not a lot where I lived
25 and not dead

[Hook:]
I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
The man that start what they knew and they ain't in the way, no
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills

[Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa]
You make a little money, take care and right yourself
And people start coming up with they hand out
People take their stresses and make them yours
Well that's just what comes with being a man
I try to do all that I can to make sure that
My son grow up without having to see half of the stuff I've been through
But in life we all got our own path
Don't understand that by now you won't begin to
Cop another Rolex or Porsche try and get even with me
Pulled up to the club, swear it looked like i had the dealer with me
Cause we had so many cars it was stupid
So I don't see a reason to try and reason with me
Made a couple million and fast too
They ain't teach a young nigga that in the classroom
Or how to make your people better by taking knowledge and spreadin' it
Instead of being in the game,being ahead of it
In a better will

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Curren$y]
Thousand dollar benefit plates
No matter how high the stakes, niggas never outta place
Now I'm high, Empire State
Drunk stumblin', never will I tumble far from grace
I'm one of them under-celebrated greats
Under the influence of what Uncle Snoop threw me
Soon as I stepped off the plane
Switchin' four lanes like Jay and Jermaine
Killin' beats, visitin' grave sites and pissin' champagne
I been in the crib enjoying my hobbies
Suckers figured this'll be the perfect time to try me
Try me
Assumptions that I'm lunchin', gettin' sloppy
I'm just gettin' better, seasoned veteran
Eagle eye perspective, scope before I go in
Come out with the whole hen
A dollar and a dream
Have a house on the hill and the world on a screen

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"How To Be Real"
(feat. Curtis Williams)

"How To Be Real"
(feat. Curtis Williams)



Shout out to Big U
Real
Real nigga
Yal better chill
2-9 wassup
8-0-8 Mafia
How to be real [x12]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
How to be real
Some niggas don't but some niggas will
I'm shooting to kill
Jumpin to ride or shooting to kill
I'm taking the shot
I'm drinking that gin or shooting to kill
My bitches so real
My bitches so real
My bitches so real
You killin' my vibe
I'm up in that bitch
I'm getting a thrill
I'm popping that thing
She poppin' that pussy like it is a pill
I come from the burg
Some niggas are fake most niggas are real
Some niggas get killed
I don't drink or drive she takin' the wheel
Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes
Nigga I'm down to ride for my respect, yes
Man, yal just don't understand
Since I was a lil' nigga yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands
God damn

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
If I didn't have a deal
I'd still have a mil
My niggas thuggin' out in public
Fuck it
I guess nobody told you
How to be real [x12]

[Verse 2: Curtis Williams]
Yeah uhh, how to be real
Im reaping 2-9 fuck with the game (2-9)
How to be real
I'm fucking her once I don't know her name
Smoking that loud
I'm breaking it down and rolling it up (cash)
That money gon' come
I'm stacking it up
Can't fuck this shit up (cash)
These niggas is lame
These niggas just talk
These niggas ain't real (fake)
My young nigga with it
And I ain't gonna touch it he gripping it still
She come to the crib
She have a good time but don't get to stay
That pack on the way
Man that pack on the way, that pack on the way
Young rich niggas we don't fuck with you nigga
I be flexing out in public who the fuck is you nigga
Get a mil my nigga split it with the crew nigga
Take his main bitch from him show him what to do with it huh
2-9

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Huey Newton"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Huey Newton"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Fast livin', good weed, bad women
Rollin' up joints with hash in 'em
True pot head do everything last minute
Not concerned with the cash I'm spendin' because the cash i get it
Groupies fall through and crash with us
Watch movies, laugh, go in they bag and smoke they last with us
Bongs, bowls, vapors, gas masks and stuff
Niggas know we the shit, cameras flash on us
Roll the grass up, bottles on chill
Fill your glass up
Niggas losin' they business soon as they glance
Because they know the difference between the small time business
And the enterprise, my nigga
Ain't been gone, it's just been a while, my nigga
Battery strong, I'm energized, my nigga
I'm tryna ball, you playin' the game
Haters sayin' I changed
I say look at my chain, mane

[Chorus]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cuz it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cuz I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
The life I'm proud of the triple OG advice
Listen and apply
You niggas just sittin' round us tryna shake ya hide
Talkin' too much round the bitches
Lookin' tight, bowzo and everybody in the room know
Rabbies flow dog trill kujo
Michael Knight gotcha bitches on the bus playin' excite bike
Roll somethin' you ain't here just to be a bad bitch
Spitta the originator, high rappin' aircraft shit
Goons died tryna fly a jet, word to maverick
Doobie passes, like magic
Lit the forum up 80s status
Lace my forums up high top adidas strap classic
Can't tell me nathin' bout my 79 lando
Chroma door dayton, vacation
Carry on do it while you carry on hatin'

[Chorus]
Why they hate me boy
I'm just goin hard cuz it's out there for us
Now I'm all in they faces, cuz I'm on the road
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone
Now they gotta talk about me when I'm gone

 

[fox69]

"Hustle Hard"

"Hustle Hard"


[Chorus:]
Money on the mind
Hustlin' all the time,
All about the paper
Cause da youngn' on his grind,
Youngn' on his grind,
Young – youngn on his grind.

Some say I'm next to be the greatest,
Your jealousy comes with success, you can't escape it.
The dirty little dudes will stress you when you take it!
Bless you when I'm speaking,
I chew one of you guys, yeah, boy I'm feasting.
Body covered with tates and good wheats,
And back to back, he spit fire u'mon slires,
Flames upon lames.
The same lil nigga just playing with dumb change,
You stand one lane I'm tearing through da streets
Ya you niggas beef and I ain't saying I won't a (no)
That well ve the day I give life to ya lil niggas
Some of them are older than me, but you all little haters.
Gowing too hard for me take a fall lil nigga,
Keep doing my thing ya you are a lil sicka (yea)
Splits and big chipas (yeaaa) young but rich niggas
You want that real shit well den fuck with wiz nigga! And I

[Chorus:]
Money on the mind
Hustlin' all the time,
All about the paper
Cause da youngn' on his grind,
Youngn' on his grind,
Young – youngn on his grind.

O.K.
Listen fan I hear you man, but I'm a little hotta (hotta)
Wiz could goin and I'll be hard for you to get mafia (mafia)
Young monsta chumps could slump off ya,
Nigga wanna touch my flow fuckz wrong with'em?
Bomb like osamnem I
... you and me is in the compass...
That's why I think they wanted real,
But they don't really...
I do this here for really, though.
Damn chains, all I hear is from you fat guys,
I smell the discipline... cause with the world playing,
I'm that guy you can't fight,
Another in the book to match...
You test the...
They not only can't touch me lyrically,
You cowards can't touch me literally.

[Chorus:]
Believe, money on the mind
Hustlin' all the time,
All about the paper
Cause da youngn' on his grind,
Youngn' on his grind,
Young – youngn on his grind.

 

[fox69]

"Hustlin'"

"Hustlin'"


If I said it I meant it nigga...

We all in

Hahaha everything's taylord

And fuck it we ain't got to go to the store no more,
Got my own papers baby girl, feelin get my own weed too,
Get you a pound let you roll that shit,

Uh, I'm rollin up the windows while I'm smokin weed,
Drivin through my town like I don't know the speed,
Countin so much paper I can't fold it up,
Bad bitch, she suck me while I'm rollin up,
Ya bitch, you probably see me everywhere,
Money long now my house got tv's everywhere,
Literally everywhere you turn you see a flat screen,
New bitch, look nothing like my last fling,
Ridin in the maserati nigga no shirt,
Niggas probably hatin' on me but it wont work,
Camo shorts on like a general,
Mind on a mill, blowin on medicinal,

I'm just a young nigga hustlinnnnnnn, yeahhh
Hustlinnnnn, yeahhhhhhh
[repeat 2x]

Been through every nigga town never had a problem,
Young millionaire, never had a job though,
Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground,
As long as your money up she said its goin down,
Brought her home girl, said that she don't do friends,
Kick the bitch out and make her find new friends,
Should I get hella high or buy some new rims,
745 for a new benz,
I take everyday and live like its the weekend,
Doin it all if you ain't ballin take a seat then,
If I said it I meant, throw a stack at that bitch ass,
Let her pay her rent with it,

I'm just a young nigga hustlinnnn, yeahhhh
Hustlinnn, yeahhhh
[repeat 2x]

 

[fox69]

"I Choose You"

"I Choose You"


[Hook:]
I ohhhh, I choose you baby
Thats what the game told me
Ain't nothin change, still the same man
The game chose me, sing
Ohhhh, I choose you baby
You know the game chose me
Ain't nothin change, this is what the game told me

Listen close here youngin'
See Ive been doing this here the most fed coming 'chea
And not a dude that a post here frontin
See niggas pay attention to mine
You listen and find, you gone hear something
I know niggas wanna know how I came up
He only 18, they see him stacking his change up
And alot of niggas chose to get in the game
Bat difference from you damn pricks
The prince was hand picked
The young guy is about as fly as it can get
They want I, cause I supply and demand quick
I'm C4 explosive is how your man spit
And I got a seat for anyone who can't stand it
I ain't chose the game, the game chose me
A little fame from the rap, but still the same OG
Cause when I came in it, cats said I stayed lowkey
But always making sure they know me
Thats when the game told me

[Hook]

And you know I can't get enough, it's like I got a fetish for it
Too many wack MC's for me to just ignore it
I get on track simply to flood the state with heat
Stack my cake and eat, preaching more then they the streets
Seen them teens drop out the bumping the corner
Money and order, so they don't even want their diploma
Me, I'm trying to make a company owner
So while that may be tempting, this rap shit is bringing the ends in
And some say that (what?) there will be no one greater than him
One day that (what?) non believers, I'll convince em
I'm more of a leader and eating like I'm supposed to
Talk by the older dude, stand on my own two (yes)
And I'm deep in the game, not like I toasted be
I get somewhere if a lane, they took over me
Somewhere down the line, the grind molded me
It's so sick and this what the game told to me

[Hook]

Now I'mma take you back to '97
I put in work to grind better
I was now with a rhyme fetish
Aged quicker, and seeing things in a different way
Was fourteen when I figured I had some shit to say
So I let it be known
That the tighter with top spitter
I'm coming for em, ready to own
And if somebody better let em be shown
I'm a comptetitive dude
Plus I'm ten steps ahead of you fools
They say

[Hook]