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Y.U. Mad [Explicit Version]

Birdman

Y.U. Mad

Yes, it's nice to meet me
Damn, Billboard, I mean I'm winning but I'm still bored
Yeah we shine, gold cluster
As for your career, dead, Ghost Busters

That's why you mad
That's why you why you mad mad
That's why you mad
That's why you why you mad mad
That's why you mad
That's why you why you mad mad

Yeah, Bigga Than Life
C4, we the bidness
Man, fuck ya'll niggas
Get down or lay down
Shoot up anything except a school or playground
Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me
Shining AK blood, just like a trophy
I'm old school, and I'll smack a bitch
Getting money like a muthafucking cracker bitch
What you know about it?

Y.U. Mad [New Edited Version]

Birdman

If I Die Tonight

2011

Yes, its nice to meet me
Damn, Billboard, I mean I'm winning, but I'm still bored
Yeah we shine, gold cluster
As, for your career, dead: Ghost Busters

That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

Yeah, Bigga than life
C4 we the business

Man fuck y'all niggas
Get down or lay down
Shoot up anything, except a school or a playground
Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me
Shining AK blood, just like a trophy
I'm a old school nigga and, I'll a smack a bitch
Getting money like a muthafucking cracker bitch
What you know about it, take notes nigga
YMCMB, head coach nigga
Yeah, stuntman, stuntman
Street-sweeper in my hand get the dustpan
Yeah, we done took off nigga
Got the game on lock football nigga

That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

Uh, I got the world in my wallet
Swisha full of violet
Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage
That P on my hat is for Piru, not Pirates
I bet I can turn her pussy to a fucking fire hydrant
And I do it for my niggas, my muthafucking niggas
Cause these hoes so thirsty, like they got the fucking hiccups
I am beast hoe, to say the least hoe
No cut on the coke, that's coke zero
Yeah tonight, I'll probably fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick
Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick'

That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

Hold on to your life

If you want to do it, take your time, do it right
You can do it baby
Get your money right

Add two fifths of crew, I had the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patch it up with a Band-Aid
Max mayonnaise, macaroni cheese, and mustard
Your bitches look musty
Shit got me disgusted
Clusters, droop off the left wrist
I think I got a death wish
Sitting back, suicidal thoughts of doing it, hitting the switch
All of my niggas can move a brick, I can move the shit
On a slow day, no play, okay
I was speaking of my bitch Oshay
And as we roll on, hold on to your love
Mami fiendin', she want more drugs
Shakin' it, she going through withdrawals
Big pitfalls, about to be the shit dawg
Can't a nigga stop what I'm bringing
Singing, sounding all good
I'm known in all around the hoods, Max B

If you want to do it, take your time, do it right
You can do it baby
Get your money right

Get high 'til we can't see
Your rap career over, look for plan B
These rap niggas softer than cotton candy
I ain't a boss, all my niggas family
Every nigga near me got a gun just as big as Camby
And that's Marcus, open coffins
Bootleg cable, and bitch you get what you bring to the table
Got shrimp and spaghetti, and Prego sauce
Getting my boy polished, homie bend those off
And I hear knocking, it's the Wavy Crockett
With more hoes from river road, with more O's and plenty rolls
From food stamps and week checks
Now I smack a bitch with 100 stacks off a reflex
That's a jackpot, 650 with the rag top
And Pillsbury for a mascot

If you want to do it, take your time, do it right
You can do it baby
Get your money right

S.O.D, swammies on deck homie
My killers OD and die for respect homie
The barrel of my gun start to precum
Fiendin' to bust, I'm low when the D's come
G-Unit is a money-making fountain
25 on my wrist, my chick in Christian Loubs'
Kick a nigga in the head, football, punt a nigga
Then stab a nigga quick like a London nigga
Your career is a blunder nigga, mine is promise
I wear a nine in the snakeskin proudest
With a nine and a chick that's chasing dollars
Like I'm chasing dollars by any means necessary
Yeah a nigga neck is heavy, let the caviar dreams thaw out
I'm in the hood with the Porsche out
To the G5 turbulation
To fly to Dubai, where they're camel racing

If you want to do it, take your time, do it right
You can do it baby
Get your money right

Land Of The Freaks

2 Chainz

The Play Don't Care Who Makes It

2018

Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella
Head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (goddamn)
Mind on me (no)
So don't worry 'bout mine (don't worry 'bout mine)
I smoke and get vibes (smoke and get vibes)
Look at my eye (yeah)
I can't decide how to describe (huh)
Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a disguise, yeah

I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks

I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks

Freak on my Zodiac
You must be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy-five, lil' bitch, I want me a quarterback
I am indulging in oysters (oysters)
I bought my shawty a cluster (cluster)
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything 'cept a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career steady fizzin'
You gon' need four pair of Cartier's to see my vision
Okay, deliverin' a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock knee like Kenny Smith
And I'm signin' off
No penmanship, yeah

I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks

I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the braves
Land of the freaks

Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Aesop Rock

Float

1999

Well excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since

Chorus:

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning

French Montana:
Hold on to ya love

Chorus
French Montana:
If you wanna do it, take your time
Do it right
You can do it baby
Get yo' money right

Verse 1
Max B:
After two fifths of Cru, I had the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patched it up wit' a band-aid
Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese, and mustard
Your bitches look busted
Shit got me 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
I can move the shit on a slow day, no play, okay
I be speakin' to my bitch Oshay
And as we roll on, hold on to ya love
Mami fiendin', she want more drugs
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

Chorus

Verse 2
French Montana:
Get high till we can't see
Your rap career over, look for plan B
These rap niggaz, softer than cotton candy
I ain't a boss, all my niggaz family
Every nigga near me, 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
I got shrimp and spaghetti, and Prego sauce
Yeah my boy polished, homie ding those off
And I hear him knockin', it's the Wavie Crockett
With more hoes from River Road
And more O's, and plenty rolled
From food stamps to big checks
And I'll smack a bitch wit' a 100 stacks off a reflex
That's a jackpot, 650 with the ragtop
And Pillsbury for a mascot

Chorus

Verse 3
Tony Yayo:
S.O.D.

This is where I define the great line 'cause i'm almost out of time
Putting together these nursery rhymes is almost like a federal crime

Okay
Virtues and sins
Fucking my girl who looks like Harley Quinn 
Writing these bars with this beautiful ink pen
Break your shin
Punch your chin
In the form of lyrics
You would think I summon spirits when you fucking hear it 
Yeah, uhh
Texas boys, we are the ones who creating the white noise, who chill in the void
Deploy the toy solders who are on the fucking roid's 
You are just a buster 
I can tell when you stutter
Kill you with my buster gun
Kill y'all when y'all cluster
Cause

This is where I define the great line 'cause i'm almost out of time
Putting together these nursery rhymes is almost like a federal crime

Because i'm not wasting anymore time on anyone of you motherfuckers who aren't on their grind
Re-define the standard line so you motherfucking fiends can at least get a little bummy line
Yeah
Motherfuckers you can find me on the battlefield, just slaying
I'm just saying 
Yeah
What really grinds my gears of war is you pussy boys hiding around fucking corner
Just like your music career, always trying to take the fucking corner 
I'll sacrifice you to rising morning star, so far, yet so close
While gradually driving towards it with my fast broken down car 
In a blaze, to faze the haze in my mind's middle maze

Whether they gag me bound me
Hollow point round me
Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me
Spare my family the details on
How they found me
Vigil by candle light and gather round me
And talk about how I would
Lounge with fly women
How I was flossing in clubs in fine linen
Hopping in them ill whips
With chrome spinning
Malice was true to the game for 9 innings
We love sinning but now I answer for that
Apologize to my fam I got
You all dressing in black
A long line family and
Friends they signing in
My niece singing solo organs and violins
Wife in her black veil
Hands flooded with diamonds
Remaining calm under each arms my children
Daddys in a better place
Entering golden doors
With ivory all white pillars
And marble floors
Brand new physical frame with no flaws
On my throne thats guarded
By angels with 4-4's
Terrar retaliate show em how real it be
A split second 'fore you blazed they
Probably thought you was me
Returning on some Crow shit let em know shit
They mess with the wrong click
Quick to blow shit
Yall know who owned this so
They end my career but still I put my tag on
This earth Malice was here

Take a walk on my side
No more tears no more fears
No more telling me lies
I only want cheers and heartfelt goodbyes
My death march is here tell
Me whos gonna ride

Hold me high Gucci suit and tie
Let my casket reach the sky
Tell my girl don't cry
Just sing me a lullaby and
Let the white doves fly
Cuz I heard from a bird it's
Only sleep when you die
Break me in unison outside
Right thru the lens
My mother cried cuz she knew that
I was only true to sin
Celebrate my passing with gun
Shots and systems blasting
Blown up posters of Terrar
Held by children laughing
No matter how foul my burial open casket
Now simply so they can see my
Clusters and my diamonds smiling
Im sorry I failed only cuz the
Ones I left were so real
For me my doggs will lie, die, shoot, cry
Or kill first to Malice sorry that I left
You half in a hole
But now you'll write for both of us
Ill channel thoughts thru your soul
Emmanuel remember this when you
See my nemesis drop my picture on his chest
And make his family reminisce
Revenge so sweet and I crush
You with the heat
Your the first one I call when it's
Time to put em to sleep
Now Pharrell grand dragon horns
Stabbing the skys turn Magnum
Laser tag em couldn't sever all ties
My final request on the day im laid to rest
Take my body to the ocean and
Have a water front ves'
This will be my burial this
Eulogy will be in stereo
Blue Angels will draw my face
In smoke during an aerial

I just seen a bad bitch riding on a golf cart
Seen another bad bitch working at the Walmart
Big nigga with a badge riding around like Paul Blart
Nigga nasty said he finna suck on that girl's fart
Lil nigga with dreads look like baby Santana
Said she hungry, told that bitch to come eat all my banana
Call me Dave in the bed the way that I'm finna bust her
No, I do not love that whore nigga, I simply lust her
Dropped all my kids on her face, call it a cluster
Ice spice in my city, I'm the biggest muncher
Whipped out my dick, it was cold, gave her the chills
Racking up kills, count it up like my dollar bills
Skinny bitch built like a tree, I'm finna snap her
White man like my fit, said I was quite dapper
Feening for that booty, I'm trying to Sky Jackson
Run up on me, boy, you're not about that action
Really in the field, I run down like Action Jackson
Skinny nigga from the A built like Nick Claxton
Damn, bro, you got no money, you need to take action
Nigga got a Marco dick, damn, he gets no action
Choppa hyper nigga up like an instigator
Bad bitch bite on my dick like an alligator
You're not selling shows, nigga, you don't stack paper
Ho think I'm Superman, but I will not save her
How you a fat bitch, but your ass small
Your career falling off, you look like John Wall
You claim that you black, but can't play basketball
Damn, we finna revoke your card
Black girl mixed with Asian, that's chicken and rice
White bitch used that 3-in-1, you know she got lice
The Mexican scared, cause I got too much ice
My K popping off, cause you know I'm shooting twice

Well excuse me, sir, fuck you'
I breathe slow
I run in with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket-bound careers to peers
Gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it labor
Clocked in in '76 and haven't
Clocked out ever since

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the
Dust storm hovers i milk my habitat for
Almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't
Fill this pitfall in my gut
Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the
Dust storm hovers
I'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why
I'm touring with this warning

Feel it, it's like that

He told me Chris Tucker
Said that Rush Hour on Friday, be a real cluster
I love rap, like where my gift at? This beat go get wrapped
Windows down whenever you see me, cuz I don't sweat
Been solid, even Pre-K, I'm Mr.

Yeah, it's the prologue and I'm bringing the heat
'Bout to make some people eat defeat
You don't know who you're fucking with
I'm feasting on you, got a lot of meat
Bunch of cheats, I can see all the ghosts
Like the sixth sense, I ain't tryna boast
But I will fuck around and turn you all into toast
Eat you all up, nice Sunday roast
Bar has been raised, time for you to follow
Get that dick out your mouth, and swallow
Bunch of your tracks all be feeling hollow
Praying that you don't wake up tomorrow
Ok, I admit, that was a low blow
But I won't stop, no no
You can't even match this flow
Now let's bring the beat real low
You take the drugs, then the drugs take you
You don't know what to do, getting as high as the moon
You come with attitude, that don't work for you
You blew away your fans, now they leaving you
Career's turned to dust, you must be pitiful
Take a page from my book, my rhymes are criminal
Your hearts are all just fucking cynical
What the fucks got into you
No rest for the wicked
I been working like I'm addicted
Ay
Just 'cause I ain't post
Don't mean I ain't been working the most
Yeah
Levels to this shit
I'm in an elevator, bitch
You're on ground level
Hope you fall in that ditch
Monthly listeners be dropping, but my skills still be poppin'
Yeah
Took it to the top, now they all want something
Yeah
Told him, if he picks up the pen
He'll never see the daylight again
Ahh
Spit it like Venom
Playing games with the devil
People told me I won't amount to be shit
Now that I'm something they all want a bit
You pop out of nowhere tryna be my friend now
Nah, you can go back to fucking around
Don't even play those games with me
I'll end you like it's savagery
You talk a lot of shit
For someone that don't know the biz
You see, coming at me, you'll be dead, guarantee
Bitch, I run this shit, you're just an elementary
Feel like the professor, teaching all you fuckers
Bitch, back the fuck up, 'fore I clean up this cluster
Ay
Shoot for the stars
Making my mark
Here to tear the industry apart
Not born on this world
But make it my own
Raising myself everyday, I'm fully grown
Lyrics have advanced
You know I'm first class
You see the forecast
My rhymes have amassed
Put me on blast
But it won't change a thing
I'll still survive, even when hanging from a string
I don't gotta say it
You know where I'm at
I'm not doing this just for a plaque
I'm doing it for the love of rap
Don't care if others don't clap
Yeah
I know what I'm doing, you don't need to tell me
Not doing this to make myself wealthy
Doing this to show that I'm worthy
I'll show you fuckers I'm more than you think

Pulled up with some zombies if that bitch walking she dead
Put your man's body in a blender if that nigga talk to the feds
I don't claim these broke niggas if he text he on read
I'm that lil engine that could and all my bitches wearing that red
I gave all of em they clout if they say i didn't they lying
Bitches bringing up my 'dentials Cause they careers be dying
Bitches claiming they got fans but nobody really be buying
I pull up in that gt got that green light like ryan
Got some hood bitches on go though
They pull up in that four door
All these bitches talk they shit but when they see me ask for a photo
I be tippin in yo city with that stick nigga no pogo
I got bitches out in iraq igot niggas out in soho
All you bitches pray for the clout and yo nigga is gay for the mouth
Bitches say that they wanna fight you ain't like that ho stay in the house
If yo name is gutta you live in the gutter
He saying i'm pussy it never was in me
Bitches be out with each other but under the covers
You bitches ain't making a penny
I'm independent
Dotted line lil bitch i left it empty
Mac 11's in the sprinter so bitch you bet not tempt me
I got niggas for ya niggas but that's if you got any
Pretty face
Red patty bitch i was never friendly
Body pretty
Sitting tight that's his house on the left you make a right
Get his sister that's if she wanna fight
You get the wipes
Bummy niggas you cannot touch the ice
It's me and uno
Talkin lip then bitch you get the knife
Came back for the game and that's word to lil kim
I got niggas rocking they boots and i got niggas rocking they brims
Yeah this bank account be nice but this attitude be grim
If you talking out your neck then all my niggas aiming at limbs
Pulled up in your ghetto with some red lights
Yeah we bringing fire to yo woods like it's campsites
You ain't gotta front like you was bout it girl we been hype
With some bad bitches put stilettos in your windpipe
If you indicting
If these niggas fighting demons I'm the ghost buster
You a penny saver ima spend it by the cluster
Pull up in that black lamborghini with some bad bitches with me
I'm that bitch you a genie
You ain't never gon' see me
We got our foot on bitches neck like we the land lord
Tell em run our money bitches know just what we came for
Kicking down your door lil silly bitch this an extortion
Bring my money out don't break my shit off into portions
Bitch
All these bitches fans they hating on me in real life
I'm just chasing bands do bitches know what that feel like
I'm antisocial why bitches making me talk
I was running to the money when they was learning to walk
Uno
Tires never flat but my hood niggas be popping wheelies
All these bitches silly really y'all bitches can't go against me
Pulled up in your city really hating hoes they wanna kill me
Pretty and sadity rock with bitches that be worth a milli
Pulled up in that chrome just like google all my niggas searching
Body bag em up it's time to bully bitches out they burkin
And we pulling up they call me ray j cause i'm closing curtains
All my ex's hating I be shittin' they too busy lurkin
Tell them bitches carry on like i'm flying in a plane
And bitches gps is wrong if they driving in my lane
And she dissing me on privates because i'm her niggas main
We ain't the same bitches selling out but fucking just for fame
Yo
Pulled up with some zombies if that bitch walking she dead
Put your man's body in a blender if that nigga talk to the feds
I don't claim these broke niggas if he text he on read
I'm that lil engine that could and all my bitches wearing that red