Lyrics:
Yeah, this is No Ceilings man, welcome
I appreciate you having this if you got this, or if you listening to this, thank you
First off, this is for you, you you you, as always
This is a big thank you for coming out to all the nights and days on tour, tours actually
For coming to support me every single night
Even if you didn't come to the tour, this is just a thank you
And um, that's that Guddaville playing in the background
My nigga Gudda mixtape go get that shit
And uh I ain't gonna talk too much
So, I'm gonna get back to this blunt
And you get back to the mixtape
No Ceilings!
Chance the motherfuckin' rapper
With a capitalized, uh, times, like the times
Lil Boat
Chance
Lil Boat
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste
I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste
All I can hear is the third, ay
All I can hear is the third, ay
We don't know none of your words, a
We don't know none of your words, ayy
I love my women real tall, ay
Type that can really play ball, ay
You buy my hat at the park, ay
Think I might really play ball, ay
I got a link in my bio my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo
How can they call themselves bosses
When they got so many bosses
You gotta see what your boss say
I get it straight out the faucet
I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop
Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop
And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop
But now I call the shots
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama
She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna
She shine like a Rolex, got that from her momma
Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda
That booty gon' roll and it's outta control
And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty
All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me
Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me
Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me
In that choppa I see your perimeter
Change the culture, cause my niggas is silent
Wait a minute I told you
Yeah, I would like to know you
Yeah, you lucky like clovers
Yeah, the clothes no good
Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it
Just look at me baby
I came from the sewers
They love all the slime ball
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog
I got me some [?]
Baby, the "F" is for "fuckin'"
And uhh this is a public service announcement to all the DJ's
And the mixtape Dj's and the mixtape community
I just want to clear it- I have no problem with nobody
Understand me?
What up though?
You are about to listen to the mixtape Keep Going
The mixtape is 52 minutes long and is best listened to, front to back with no interruptions
That means no e-mail, no texts, no phone, etcetera
If you do not have 52 minutes of undivided to devote
I politely and humbly ask you turn this off and come back at a later time
By the time you hear this, I will be in the middle of the hardest journey of my life
That is I will be walking, yeah walking, from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean
I will not fail
I created this project, these songs, and these affirmations
To remind myself who I am when things get hard
I hope they can provide you the same strength
Love
I just wanna say thank ya'll for the support man uh
mixtape game kept me alive mixtape game started me off
Uh in the mixtape game I will never give up on the
mixtape game and uh I will always jump on a nigga record and kill it
It's real talk I mean that just what it is yo record
out and it's hot I will jump on it and kill it ya dudes
might as well stop paying me for these remixes
And uh that what it is you know what it is the ladies
choice trey songz dj finesse it's going down trey day June 12th cha
Then it's Dre's fee, you Kay Slay, the fees waived
I stay beefin' with JD 'til the day Dre 2-ways me
That it's okay to stop blazin' him
Oops, I put it out, I apologize now
It's too late, G, it's on tape and the tape leaked
"Say What You Say," motherfucker
Drama King, Kay Slay, motherfucker
We dictate these mixtapes, motherfucker
Xzibit, blaze this little gay midget cocksucker
(Arisen my senses)
Just that kiss
Was all there is
My hands, my palms pulsating of
The things I want to do to you (the things)
(I want to do to you)
Just that kiss (just that kiss)
Is all there is (is all there is)
We're weaving a mix-tape
With every crossfade
Is WWW
For him I heed (Is WWW)
Songs from the
Warmth, once again (I'll send you some)
We're weaving a mix-tape
Weaving a mix-tape (with every)
Song
For who I am
For, for, with love
With love (and)
Awaken my senses
I'll weave it
Just that kiss (awaken my senses)
Was all there is
Just that kiss (kiss, kiss) (arisen)
Was all there is (my senses, my senses)
Once again, just that kiss (arisen)
Was all there is (my senses)
For him I heed
Once again, I'm made to merge
For him I heed
We're made to merge (it's you)
For him I heed (I see)
For him I heed
For him I heed (am I keen or key or not too keen)
Too keen, to see, to be seen (am I keen or key or not too keen?)
Yo finesse drop another exclusive play boy you know
who this is your boy trey songz its going down
right here what this mixtape called what this mixtape
called you know who it is the ladies choice myself
baby im in the building let's go
Umm, nowadays, dedication mean to meumm
The same
Thing it's meant all the rest of-whatever
Same thing it's always meant man just get
On the mixtape, have fun
Enjoy myself say things that I wouldn't
Say on my album or, you know what I mean
Say things that I wouldn't on a album on
Anyone's album for that case or whatever
Anyway, yeah
Dedication still means the same thing:
Just get on this shit
And go crazy and just talk
What I want to talk
Say what I want to say and all the
People that's featured on the mixtape
Shoutout to them
Anyway i tell them the same thing
Man do what you want, say what you
Want, let's just have fun, enjoy ourselves
And show people that we could
Rap we can make words
Rhyme yeah and it's still
Dedicated to you fuck-niggas
D5!
The Hamilton Mixtape
You ever see a painting by John Trumbull?
Founding fathers in a line, looking all humble
Patiently waiting to sign a declaration and start a nation
No sign of disagreement, not one grumble
The reality is messier and richer, kids
The reality is not a pretty picture, kids
Every cabinet meeting is a full on rumble
What you're about to witness is no John Trumbull
The Hamilton Mixtape
Yeah
Bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy water
Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape
Probably shouldn't be drivin', it just got so much harder
Can't even see it straight, I can't even see it straight
Uh, fuck with me, I buy the shots
Live a little, 'cause niggas die a lot
And lie a lot but I'm the truth, that's right, I fuckin' said it
The livin' proof that you ain't gotta die to get to heaven
You girl, you right there, you look like you like this shit
How'd I know, how'd I know?
I ain't never on time (never)
Street nigga from the trenches, swear to God, I made millions (I did)
I went and made that, niggas gave you that, bitch-nigga, it's a difference (be cool)
Niggas losin', we winnin', want smoke 'cause they in they feelings (fuck 'em)
One call, I send 'em, swear to God, same night they spinnin' (boom)
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto)
My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo)
Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (one hundred)
Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops
Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (grr)
Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)
My bitch cheat on me, I swear, I might just get her robbed
Niggas like us, fuck with us, Zone 6 the mob (woo)
Get you cross-eyed in them trenches, nigga, I'm a God (swear to God)
You ain't steppin' like my lil' nigga, I swear to God (swear to God)
KRISS Vec's, thirty-five shots, swear to God (swear)
Doggin' hoes like I'm Michael, nigga, I swear to God (Michael Vick)
Billie Jean, diamonds dancin' on me, swear to God (swear)
Fettuccine on you, they tearin' you up, swear to God (swear to God)
Got a team full of shooters, nigga, I swear to God (God)
Ain't gon' calm these niggas down, man, I swear to God (swear to God, woo)
I can't turn down for nothin', nigga, I swear to God (turn up)
I'ma make a billion off finessin', nigga, I swear to God (God)
Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album)
I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?)
Shoutout to Reflex for bringing
Me this sample any
And everybody who helped with the Be album
We brought back that real hip-hop shit
This is one of the greatest times
Of my life you know
We workin' on a new joint
"Finding Forever" right now
Be in stores this summer
Depending on what year
You're listening to this mixtape, it might've
Been in stores last summer
Depending on what year that is i won't
Say the year because Extra P told
Me don't say the year so from now
Till forever baby "Finding Forever" hi
Boys and girls, I always wanted to
Say that over this sample
I have nothing else to say though hooooo!
Got the load on the boat, dropped the pin in it
Hit the nitro, the motor, I'm pushin' it (Freebandz)
I don't want a recorder, two hundred me
I'm on top of this shit, killers under me
Might just fuck up the money on a tragedy
You put bread on a dummy for threatenin' me (murk)
Put that tape on a drummy and press delete
He was drivin', his brain was sittin' on the seat
I fly dope out the country to Treasure Tree (woo)
I been flyer than a pilot, I got the key
Fuck it, put them narcotics back on the street
Cut the block, we gon' snatch you a Cuban link (ski)
Tote two Dracos on me 'cause the trench in me (ski)
Hear my chains when they clank 'cause I'm turnin' up (Freebandz)
See the money you get, I be burnin' up
That's a forty on my fit, I put on the stuff (slatt)
I went out and went got it when time was tough (slatt)
I whooped up a Bugatti, this one for Chuck
Free my brothers forever, it's only us
Ain't no love for the others, we set 'em up
Grrt, grrt, ski
Plutoski, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat the first case like John Gotti, whoa
Beat the first case like
Beat the first case like John Gotti
Anything you want, my dogs got
Bitch, I'm a boss, I call shots
Spread a few bands at the raw spot (MIXTAPE PLUTO)
Yeah, yeah, ski
Yeah, yeah, ski
Ski
Mixtape PLUTO
This that Uzi mixtape (mixtape)
I been wearin' Rick, boy, you way too Ricky late (you Ricky late)
Work on fine china, ooh, that be a sticky plate (a sticky plate)
I made her cry, she fucked her makeup up, got sticky face (got sti-)
Go, ooh, drop it low, ooh, go Shardai
Got FN on my side, this is shark day (whoa)
Whippin' up that glass, sharp plate (huh?)
Pussies
Fall in and get quoted y'all
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
An' he back with another classic
50 went diamond
Smashed twice bastards
D-12 multi back to back
Eminem the hardest sellin' artist in rap
Stat quo the mixtape messiah
In the phantom
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm Cashis
Mixtape was a classic
Ep is a classic
LP is that shit
Dark park
Money and all
But much more
Told me go all out
Serve 'em all homeboy
I'm a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I'm the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To VP
This ain't a crime family
This rap shit is a dream team
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in
Everything is Shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in
Everything is Shady's
Kill the cash hard
'Bout to smash frauds
Fuckin' fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin' out
It's Shady game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I'm talkin' to
Glad ya man did
You 'bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope man
A west coast gangsta
Chi-town gold
Interstate runner
Watch me drive a brick through
And we ain't backin' down
Way past rappin' now
Right before my album drop
My homeboys'll clap you down
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in
Everything is Shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in
Everything is Shady's
A born winner
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
I'm the realest nigga
Ya wanna mob with me
If you a dealer nigga
You can get blocks from me
I hand rocks and jeans
The cream
Glocks and things
To mark seven
Throw six
Got with the team
Now I'm on the scene
Reachin' out
Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more snitches
And place at the end of the plots
I hold niggas
Figures
Urban peaces, greases
Last week to the point a police was shot
And if niggas wanna know what I been 'bout lately
Nigga take it how ya want it
Rap with Shady
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in
Everything is Shady's
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in
Everything is Shady's
Everything is Shady's
Up from the west coast
And the midwest
Cashis
Boast boy
Block boys
We pioneerin' this
In the race to be legends
Cash
Tie die
I'm a Shady gangsta nigga
It's going down
Right now with Clinton Sparks the Shade
45 mixtape, Anger Management Tour 3, bitch!"
"This the introduction" "Yo, yo yo yo"
"Look who's got you going crazy again"
"Shady" "Clinton Sparks"
"'Bout to show these knuckleheads how
To do this here"
"You're now rocking with the best"
"Get familiar, motherfucker" "We are"
"Shade" "4-5"
"yeah" "Clinton Sparks"
"Back on that" "Mixtape"
"Shit" "I'm a killer with the "
"Mixtapes" "In the street"
"Don't get me confused with the rest
Of them dudes please believe" "DJs"
"I'll hurt you"
"Ask yourself, do you wanna mess with"
"Clinton Sparks"
" a lot of ma'fucking DJs ain't got
No business putting out
These bullshit mixtapes"
"Uh, what happened to originality
In this rap game?"
What's up it's your boy trey songz baby still in here
ladies choice part 2 aye look wanna get into some uh
mixtape stuff right now
Finesse you plus left of stuff to decide to do so go
jump into something bruh
E-e-emergenza mixtape
Rimani calmo, è inutile che ti arrabbi
Rolla una bomba e dopo dormi
Che si è fatto tardi
Yeah, ah, Sfera Ebbasta, fra'
E-e-emergenza mixtape
Rimani calmo è inutile che ti arrabbi
Rolla una bomba e dopo dormi
Che si è fatto tardi
Io sono tranquillo, easy, penso al business
Non perdo tempo ad infamare, fra'
Penso per me (Per me)
Tu non sei il rap, zero il tuo swag
(Nah, woo)
Non hai futuro come dopo che muori, frate'
(Frate') sfera Ebbasta è rap, Houdini
Nel senso che rappo e sparisci (Simsalabin)
Chico non fare il grosso se al
Max sei il grande Puffo
Sei bravo a dire che sei bravo
E mo ci hai preso gusto
La verità la sanno, eccome se la sanno
Tu sei un babbo di minchia
Solo un minchia di babbo
Apro 'ste miss, non la bocca fra
Come fai tu (Coglione)
Sei solo buono a mettere
I commenti su YouTube (Coglione)
Non sei il campione Rocky
Smettila finché sei in tempo
Resta nell'ombra e guardami
Intanto che splendo, yeh
(yeah, ah)
Sfera Ebbasta, fra', e-e-emergenza mixtape
Billion Headz, ah, ah, ah, yeah
Bella Charlie Charles sai com'è che va zio
E-e-emergenza mixtape e non so se ci sei
E-e-emergenza mi-
(Buddah Bless this beat) yeah
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente (hot)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (facts)
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got a arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets (what?)
Fan of a Fan mixtape, man, we rocking so
Make sure y'all check it out, Tyga-Tyga
They are checking it out, nigga
I'm tired, nigga
Yeah, you know, see y'all still rocking with the mixtape
And you know, y'all halfway through
And I hope you all enjoyed what you hear
What you're hearing
Um, I'm tired right now too
So let's get to this next one
You know I really fuck with you
I even hit you on MySpace like two years ago, you the truth
Anyway, I'm 'bout to drop a new mixtape
Two of 'em, Cabin Fever and Kush & Orange Juice, I need you on there"
I'm like, "Shit, send it through" (send it through)
Then I saw OJ tha Juiceman walkin' too, he like, "Shawn, what it do?"
My man got eighty-five to life and that's years, years
Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair
Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and
Me and Ghost in a ski mask
I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass
And nobody was askin' her
Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a
Welfare, got all the bread
I'm sad, I need some head
I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it
'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses
I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate
She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates
She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean
I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean
Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay
She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay
I take it too far, I take it way-way-way
I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age
Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and
I'm like a Nobu Street activist, flooded with shines
Jackson 5 before Motowns, I get better with time
Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back
I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine and Jack
Vvs's on custom watches that's made from scratch
My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact
My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came
It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas
We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers
Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters
Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage
Our language, too much money, we can't explain it
Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and
Yeah
I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York
Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem
Queens, Long Island
Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here in Staten Island
We be wildin', nigga, that's right
Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on
Cornered back in the days, you heard
Forty ounce kingpins, nigga, word
Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money
Wu-tang for life, yacht city
Holla at me
Call me or somethin', nigga (one)
Wish Ol' Dirty was here
We woulda murdered this shit
R.I.P
Fuck outta here
Hello Ladies and Gentlemen
It’s Friday morning, May 25th, 2007
You know I never say the dates
But since this is a mixtape
I might as well mark the
Day our lives changed
This a whole new world out there
I’m speaking to you from the future right now
I mean, at all times
I was always speaking to you from the future
They say music change a lot
Since saw you first drop
I say music gon’ change a lot after I drop
And the polo is Versace by the way
Maison Margiela, Dior, what have you, partake
And the Jordans is the sixers
Y’all don’t see, I be, Gemini
L, G, Hip Hop, rock, K
Yeah, Jay, uh, LA, J Brown, ta ta
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Are y’all all ready for this ride?
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