Lyrics:
(Intro)
Hold up, let me think of what i wanna say man
Just, let it ride ride for me, nah mean?
(used to shed tears in the dark)
Shit right here
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
the hell...what the hell...
[Chorus 1: Lord Tariq]
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money
Suprise,
it to my people bless em with the new tunes
My music going global refugee fucking moves
People really hating on a kid but its cool
That's just how it
[Intro - conversation with Capone in the background]
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo)
Look - look,
[Music Intro]
[Verse 1]
Since I'm blown let me flex this
If its somethin on ya mind recline and check this
So smooth not reckless
We can get high
to move, on, from all the weed, I dropped the bottle
Meet in New Jerusalem cause we don't really die though
RAZI, RAZI, I see
That hate tried to block me
So
Tiger & Stelove Koko - Back Again
Intro
Big money
Tiger
DJ Lj on the beat
Man you know the quarantine is over right
So we came back at it
[Intro: GBO]
GBO
With D.O.R.A., produced by
K-Yos
Woo
Brought to you by
Miagi
Bring in the chorus like
[Hook: Dora]
I can never go nowhere without
just bummin'
Lately in my bag (Bag) blue racks new money
(Uh huh)
Still post up on that block (Block) for all my dogs a
Cold summer (Forreal)
Nigga yeen
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Fahim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due
Don’t flex my wrist when I get an advance
Y’all just talking shit I just do what I can, ayee
New in the game and I’m going by Manfs
She said she love me
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
Klockin' for the dollaz like the first and 15th
Hell yeah show the money makin' payments every week
Get the stash spot pumpin' want my kid's kids
America Let Me Down by William Belief
(Intro)
It was a nightmare just to wake up January the 6th.
It was a nightmare I’ve be carrying all the way
a banging sound
Mommy said Stay in the house
Didn't be back by the street lights
Saw my patna switch for Blood
Intro to the street life
Robbed some nigga for
the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn
dope and desperation
Cause the west is blinded by the Fort and
Corrupted by fame, money and fortune
Kids kidnapped by rich pimps
So that we can live out
(Hook/Chorus/Intro:)
I don't want your fake love
The kind of live that makes you feel good but you know it ain't right
I don't want your fake love
was selling Jenny by the block (By the block)
There's a couple pennies for ya thoughts (For ya thoughts)
R.I.P Tennpenny what a loss just for me to make
Intro
Yeah... Spark it up
I think I got another one Idk
Chorus
I wanna rock with you
All night, hold tight
I wanna rock with you
All night,
your bitch, better get her from back here
roll up a zip and smoke
That's the intro, Young Sugar Mane
You know it's the kid, straight out of Hope Hull
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