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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Raven In My Eyes

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Since 88' been slingin tapes like cakes Consult with the real and stay away from the fakes Told my nigga Mike-Mike, there's money to make And hes been down here since 88' Fakes and snakes infiltratin skeem Crack is queen and Tiger, money is king Man... my nigga spanky got a hell of a beam Since 88' hes been a dream to fiends From state to state I gotta sling these tapes CDs to make so women masterbate Educated niggas with ghetto fame Famous for splittin up niggas brains You reap what you sew when it comes to the game Swift to the fifth and now you have no name Since 88' dope is escalate Niggas out-run cops that's over-weight The 1st and 15th are sacred days Money and hoes flipped are different ways Weed is smoked at an alarmin rate Prepare for an attitude at the start of the gate Man... my minds on the money and my brain can't escape So just like cakes man, I'm a sling these tapes Since 88' man, there's been a race Ears, they open wide when game is laced Man... this sexy hoe, she got a hell of a face So I'm a use her to fly tapes across the state Prices dropped and they rise like yeast No shows'll have a nigga mad for weeks Man... my girl just quit me and I loved that freak So frustration fucks is what I have in the sheets Crime and murder has escalate Fun and love has just turned to hate Gin is in and niggas drink it raw Watch for the task cause niggas break the law Don't look for trust because it don't exist You talk too much to that nasty bitch Man... she told your plan to a hell of a dick He told his click, now for a minute they rich Since 88' I been slingin tapes Like keys from Cuba or the Miami state Triple beam it up and see how much I'm a make It's been this way man since 88' Motherfuckas drive cars that alert the law Finest things that you've ever saw Make a bitch suck dick and come up outta that bra Found out she was cheatin, damn near broke her jaw Masterminds... they got skeems for cream Tryin to live that American Dream Most niggas die over bitches and greed Fuck the rest of this song I'm bout to smoke my weed

Frame Me

PASTOR TROY "Face Off"
[Pastor Troy] [Verse 1:] It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s To see how quick to get the ki in college park I knew him from the shop, knew he was full of shit Wiped that nigga half a block, charge a whole brick I got him thinking well shit I'll git dat money back Got a surprise for his ass, hell naw jack, I got to go I cut the corner by the store when they first got on my ass Carrying all my damn dope, so I got to be fast I'm looking mad as a muthafucker stooped down low And I'm a kill me a muthafucker, I can't go Cause hell no, that 44 is tapping my side Telling me to turn around on these bitches and fry And see I never should've served that nigga I'll make it my business to murder that nigga You see I, I shouldn't of served that nigga I'll make it my business to murder that nigga [Hook in background:] (You fucked up when he see my ass again) A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch [Recite 8x) [Verse 2:] I cut between this green house and this blue muthafucker Still touting my money, I'm headed back towards my brother On tha other street, pulled my heat, released three They may catch some, but they will never catch me And with this nigga half of ki, I'm running faster than ever S squads and the N.A.R.C.'s, but they got to come better Got my pistol in my left hand, my money in right These niggas fucking with a made man and shots take flight I think they might try to cut me off on Pecan Drive Make a left, then a right, hold my breath and hide Then go aside of this old house and change my clothes Trying to find a safe place where I can hide my dope I'm creeping up out the do', slip of my grinding suit I reload the 44, now I'm ready to shot I took the money to the back, cut the shit in the sofa Look some snitches like that, so I tipped it over Now I'm smiling like the Joker on the brink of a laugh Now I got to find this nigga that tried to act Cause see I, never should've served that nigga I'll make it my business to murder that nigga [Hook in background:] (You fucked up when he see my ass again) A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch [Recite 8x] [Verse 3:] I stepped back out in the darker suit, threw on my skully Know tha N.A.R.C. 's some where mad as hell, looking bout ugly But they can't touch me, I know what they gone do before it's done Now they advise that young muthafucker to run Cause when I come, I'm coming with tha work All you hear is gun shots, you see a nigga hurt He shouldn't of fucked with me Living out lucky, he playing it smart Don't show yo face, in College Park It's getting dark, so I sparked, cause I ain't smoked all day Where ever that muthafucker hiding, his ass better stay Cause I don't play muthafucker, let's get that straight now Muthafuckers will do what muthafuckers allow But I'm like blaow, how the hell am I going under Caught him cutting the corner, I filled him up with the thunder Made him wonder was it worth it, put four in his heart Don't start that shit in College Park I ripped his chest apart and shot that bitch walking with him Then I went and called a ambulance to come and get 'em Had to hit 'em, to show 'em I'm a real muthafucker I grabbed my money and hit 20 it's to Augusta I never should've of served that nigga I made it my business to murder that nigga You see I shouldn't of served that nigga I'll made it my business to murder that nigga Hook: In background (You fucked up when he see my ass again) A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch [Recite till end]

Villuminati

J. COLE "Born Sinner"
[Intro:] It's way darker this time [Hook:] Sometimes I brag like Hov (Born sinner) Sometimes I brag like Hov (Born sinner) Sometimes I brag like Hov (Born sinner) Sometimes I brag like Hov (Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade) [Verse 1:] Sometimes I brag like Hov', sometimes I'm real like Pac Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot You niggas famous on the internet, I'm real life hot Homie, get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up My verbal AK slay faggots and I don't mean no disrespect Whenever I say faggot, okay faggot? huh, don't be so sensitive If you want to get fucked in the ass That's between you and whoever else's dick it is, pause Maybe that line was too far Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are And who can blame ya? Boy Meets World I'm trying to find a new Topanga And bang her out, no hangin' out My pop's was club hopping back when Rick James was out And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute that's strange Sip a bit of champagne, say "fuck" If the hoes like it, I love it nigga nigga nigga Used to watch Rap City Big Tigga Tigga Rap nerd even copped Rah Digga Digga Pac had a nigga saying "Fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie" I was only like eleven so forgive me A decade later I be all up in the city Tryna get Hov to fuck with me With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand When he said he didn't want it, it was "Fuck him again" One day, he gon' regret playing me Little did I know, in a year he'd be fucking paying me What can you say to me, I beat the odds like Vegas I use to rap about haters before niggas was hating me Now they hate to see a young black man with a college degree Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me [Hook:] Sometimes I brag like Hov (Born sinner) Sometimes I brag like Hov (Born sinner) Sometimes I brag like Hov (Born sinner) Sometimes I brag like Hov Got game back I ain't ever letting go [Verse 2:] I'm prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli You niggas couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly I snuck up out the parks where niggas be living heartless And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli So I'm on the really, what could you actually tell me? I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully So, back with this pen to give back for my sins Took a black president to tell the Japanese "Sorry" But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas "sorry"? Never seen his pops cause he's sorry Fuck the education, would ask for reparations But I'm probably just gonna buy Ferraris (Vroom) Please forgive him According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him But the Devil run the TV so the demons in him, I'm in trouble Did a deal with the Devil but now I'm pleading with him Like give me my soul [Bridge:] My nigga I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Please give me my soul I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Please give me my soul I ain't ever letting go But the Devil don't play fair I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm bout to go and join the Illuminati [Verse 3:] These next three bars is dedicated to the retards Keep on asking me about the Illuminati Is you stupid nigga? Young black millionaire Old white billionaires, I'm sure that they could do without me And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies Couple more A's I would have been a summa cuma lade Beyonce told me that she want to cop the new Bugatti That shit is more than what I'm worth, I think she knew it probably Well this is awkward (awkward), Want to know what else is really awkward (awkward)? When niggas buy rings for bitches that have flings When I'm praying I don't see them at the Oscars Re-adjusted my target audience, cause it's obvious I've gone astray, losing my way Like Timberlake produced by Timberland On that goddamn Futuresex Lovesounds What's playing in my mind? Just the sound of my whole career Crashing burning, the thing that I mostly fear Was on track for the first two years Until I let the Devil steer, now what have we here? Now I got to mask my tears, but I [Bridge:] I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again [Outro: x2] Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole My nigga (Born sinner) Sometimes I brag like Hov

Bnk

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "Bone, Thugs N-Harmony The Collection: VOL. 1"
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. It's the first of the month, so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on. Krayzie: Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day, and I won't front with ya. Why? 'Cause it's the first of the month. And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin', come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin' all night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with my nigga to get me some llello. Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'ded. Fiend for the green leaves. Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. If you can't get away, better toss that llello, keep your bankroll. Yeah, we havin' a celebration. Love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind, I'm down for mine, crime after crime. Fin to creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill. If we got the food, you know it's the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on. Bizzy: Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed. She said, I'm gonna run and go get my stamps. Watch and make sure no one snatches my check. Nigga, that's the mailman. Sort through the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. But ain't no bucket, ride that RiTA, hop on the ten to the Clair, ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub. Man, I gotta get there. Playa-playa, holla, holla, St.Clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or off on the Glock-glock for some dollars, so get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. Hittin' that reefer, hydro. Been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. Toss all that llello, then roll with the chrome to say mo. Runnin' through the alley, (and in to my way), hop on the second to sundown. Nose run from January on down to December, I'm lovin' the first of the month. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on. Wish: It's the first of the month. Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that I claim, and I slang on the double nine. Now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. Can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner, nigga, you's a goner. St. Clair niggas don't like that. And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. From the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed, but I gotta save, gotta come up. Put my rocks in the cut. When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me. See, gotta serve the whole block, spend a couple bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first]. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on. Layzie: Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin', I'm yawnin', lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then I can kick it with my trues. But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on. Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone, Wanna know, did you're O.G. check come? [Krayzie: She put me down. ] I'm a hop on the bus with Biz. [Krayzie: You know, let's get drunk. ] And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, T, just put me down. Oh, God, how I love when the first come around, now, me freakin' me black and milds. Head across town, 'cause nigga the first get celebrated. Rushin' to the block, 'cause I wanna get faded. Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm need me hair braided. We heavy off into this game. True to the first, just call me that pro slang: them nickels and dimes, the twenties, the fifties. The first be the day for the dopeman slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight. And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs, 'cause I got them rocks for them pipes. Come, come up with them ends. I gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. You're live with the Bone thugs, Poetic Hustla'z, and the Graveyard Shift on the first. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.

Dollar And A Dream II

J. COLE "The Warm Up"
Hey, hey, yea, yea Got a dolla and a dream Yea I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Yea I got a dolla and a dream, hey [clears throat] Ay, I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Niggas hatin' but I love them even though they trynna scheme But I'm past that, a niggas stock is raising like the Nastec They same I'm the future but yet I'm giving niggas flashbacks Of better days, when you ain't have to settle for whatever played I represent the struggle nigga I say what they never say Whenever they, spit that bullshit they spittin, this that pool pit I'm hittin niggas with the gospel Hostile with them hoes, I got a dolla in my pocket, plus a dream Yea you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe On that hard white, I'll tell you what them scares like I'm speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail Tired of sifting through my mails I feel like Cartwright, bills Forreal, a nigga I'll Just let me do the talking men I know how niggas feel [Chorus:] I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems [4x] I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Every lady ain't no hoe, and every bitch ain't no queen Every nigga ain't no dog, and every nigga ain't no king Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything Every nigga can't dunk, so white man can jump They shooting niggas fo' they even tell em put their hands up! Crooked cops, got a nigga scared to drive probably thinking that I'm slanging man I see it in their eyes But inside of my pocket is a dolla plus a dream Yea you swear your girl is faithful everything ain't what it seems See I seen how she glance and look away like she want it I ain't saying I'm a fuck her but I could if I wanted Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worst I bet if I was to hit men, I wouldn't be the first This is church, this is gospel Spit it like I get from the Bible, for your survival [Chorus:] I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems [4x] Check it Ay Salle, I know I ain't been answering your calls, but shit, let me explain- It's because times been hard, been runnin around trynna find a job I hear my phone ringing in the morning, 9 o'clock And it's you, can't even front I press ignore I still got cha letters laying in my dresser draw You telling me about all the things you did for me When I was broke, you sent me doe and that was big for me See you was there every year when I needed you, And you were so quick to give I had to be with you Remember when I used to call you on your phone line I knew it was official when my momma cosigned But in no time, a nigga graduated I hit the real world, baby girl I'm sad to say it But I was using you, you gave a nigga major stacks And I know one day in my heart that I'm gonna pay you back" I got a dolla and a dream

Don't Trip

TRINA
[Intro] Uh Yea, Oh Yea Trin' Bein I've Got Ya Yea I'm On That Syzurp my Ya Off Tha Hey! Heyyy! [1st Verse : Lil Wayne] Go by the name of Weezie F. An fuck em out the belly store with ten bags? Fly as a mutha fucka girly on my staple Cause her friends say I'm a tummy sucker Don't go below the navel I'm up in Lil Hatti I'm blowin on Jamaica I'm in the pimp a beemer I'm with a salt shaker Now I'm in Dave County I see some thick bitches I try to holla at em But they all trick bitches I think Trina sexy Mama ya wine fine And on the hush hush We need some quiet time Yea I'm a ridah ma The Birdman's boy He on CA$H MONEY All three on CA$H MONEY? Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY She start wobblin that ass for me She start modelin She see the models in the Maybach She call me Weezie F. Baby And she make sure she say that [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] See a fly nigga baby yea I don't trip Just give em lil die? Mama give em lil hip [Trina] And if you see a fly bitch nigga holla don't trip Break her off a few dollars Take her on a few trips [Lil' Wayne] Give em lil die Mama give em lil hip Then you give em Lil' Wayne Give em a lil nip [Trina] And if you see a fly bitch Nigga holla don't trip Break her off a few dollars Take her on a few trips [2nd Verse : Trina] Now I'm the daughter of a madam Inside of a pink phantom If ya man got that cash Then best believe I met him Cause I'm sharp as a machete And I cuss like great? Niggas call me Betty Crocker Cause my cakes stay plenty Got stacks on top of stacks ? No matter the consequence My emphasis is to get it It's Trina Weezie F. Baby Man hand do the scripts It's all reminiscent to Gladys night in the pips? All my niggas jump around Girls jump on that dick It aint gonna be no standin around Now lets get crunk in this bitch And ladies Show em yo shit A lil hip a lil ? More pressure for the eye And the more a nigga try You can find me stretched out In my 850i Or my big 600 Believe Trina done it Believe them diamonds studded Stay flooded like a damn Chase grams cause I am what I am Don't give a damn Go [Chorus] [3rd Verse : Trina] Back to the lesson at hand Stick to my plan When it comes to seein man after man Don't give a damn about his car or his friends Wh Wh WhWhat Cause I'm gonna make my on ends That's WhWhat's up Ladies lets say you want a man But don't kno how to do it Dirty dance with em Put a lil back into it Look at yo wall shorty End up at the mall sporty Try to dog waddy? Make em spend it all on ya Yep and make that nigga ball for ya Then have him beggin for that kitty kat Wining and dining for that ass Give him none of that Just let him kno Say make a bitch rich Cause the badest bitch taught you that [Chorus] [Beat Till End]

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