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ASAP FERG lyrics - Trap Lord

Let It Go

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[Intro - A$AP Yams:] Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in You know I had to hang-glide through for this one You know, we at the all-star game right now Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that) (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills) Ya feel me? [Hook:] Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road Body full of bullets when they found him on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload [Verse 1:] Ride Maybachs like Ross (Ugh) 550 Benz four doors Praying for my niggas, they lost Dyin' no thing, they wolves Ridin' on a gang that floss Multiplyin by the gang that bucks Pull a 9 on anything we spark Ménage ain't a thing they whores Pussy so good, need more Let me get in those drawers 5-0 in the corner store He heard all them claps with a round of applause Spit at your back and you lie on the floor Rat-a-tat-tat and you go see the lord Bitch like horse, X In Her Pores Want more sex, all in her jaws Molly! [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm grippin' the mac and you under attack Spit at your back and you takin' a nap No heart a be pumpin', your body relaxed You talk to me dumb and that's how I react One arm in the air like I'm waving a cab The nine is a bitch and she makin' it clap I'm palmin' a fifth like I'm givin' a dap Be ready to scrap when you talk to the Trap (My condolences) You are now talking to a boss Lou Bang still ride in the Porsche 2-thou for the grill, they cost White gold teeth, no floss Young trap lord like Doss Two bitches in the crib, no drawers She rockin' the mic with her jaws I call that bitch Nicki Minaj She pop more pills no cough When shit get real she spark Givenchy my bitches Smoke that life till you niggas see God Gettin' head in the foreign cars Get the head from the foreign broads Hasta la vista, señor Pussy ass niggas a see Allah (FERGIE) [Hook] [Outro - A$AP Yams:] So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling) LongLiveA$AP number one album in the country (Bling blow) sold out tours, what's next? Trap Lord Let these motherfuckers have it Let them know we not playing this year The limb's never been so relaxed, ever It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with We ain't trippin' though Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that) Cause it's like it ain't even a competition no more

Who Cares

DJ Pooh "Bad Newz Travels Fast"
featuring Threat Hook: No worse scared can't get away Dumpin' with them funky rhymes Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs Nowhere 2 hide [Threat] I deliver to you the new blueprints Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps We pimps Beats Put 'em in the streets Twenty four hours seven days a week I kick science but they still haven't learned Step beyond the point of no return get wet The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts Uh, around the globe follow ya nose Down with the underground from my head to my toes Ride the groove like a three day cruise Peace to the east but the west coast rules The chocolate child unleashed out the wild Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down You gotta get up I get off or get clowned Hook [Threat] I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades All on display on K-T-L-A I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words But they can't fuck with this they get swerved Graduated old school G degree Calm down the savage in any MC North, south, east, west But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it Like that Yep bigger fatter than the piece Inflation went up and make the killin' increase So long for the plan you was plottin' Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten Hook [Threat] It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter I hold the title in the middle of my palm For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn Make way let me show you how it's done It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox On a hunt Hot on the trail Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills They tight tight last all night Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight Destination on to the next plateau It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow Hook

I Know The Rule

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
Verse one I blow'em over wit the club scene try don for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs that love green one step behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam against all odds get cha Benz or rocks me and kada go against all fog dog from jeerz infotrate all herds my last words who gone blast and serve they told me never say never but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace

I Know The Rule

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
Verse one I blow'em over wit the club scene try don, for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs, that love green, one step behind Hussin, dogs the don, me and I'm well bomb on ya kind, like Vietnam against all odds, get cha Benz or rocks me and kada, go against all fog dog from jeerz, infotrate all herds my last words, who gone blast and serve they told me never say never, but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace

Shit Is Real Pt. III

FAT JOE "Loyalty"
[Intro: Fat Joe] Slow motion baby, unh Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth Shit is realla then real Shit is realla then real My true niggas walk wit me, yeah They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard [Fat Joe] Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening Why you had to take Pun, someone so young Had so much more to live for, as real as they come Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story But did they tell you how he provided for forty family members, grandmas to shorties Even my seeds ate off the big homie How could you deceive your kids like that Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track How could I jus stand there and not react And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas You know, do anything for the lime light niggas I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna [Chorus: Fat Joe] Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard [Fat Joe] Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up! I'm like 'hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs' Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs See a rapper think of a lucrative deal But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma As for me I stay being the realest Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers I keep feeding the street but the street feed back Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks But never dat, see I keep long money and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour Busting my ass to make my fans future secure Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin All of a sudden niggas talkin like 'Joey be frontin' The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems Jealousy's a muthafucka Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya When it's all said and done I follow my dreams Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin [Chorus]

U See It

LIL' FLIP "Undaground Legend"
(feat. Chamillion) [talking] Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing You see what we driving, you see how we living You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill Still man in it, uh uh [Lil' Flip] I pulled up in the jag (you see it) Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it) I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (you see it) In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (you see it) On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it) Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (you see it) Got a deal with Sony now we richer (you see it) Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (you see it) I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it) I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it) You se everything we smoke is endo (you see it) It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (you see it) I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it) I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it) I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it) Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it) [Chorus] Nothing less than 20 thousand on my wrist (you see it) You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (you see it) Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it [Lil' Flip] You got a Cardier but it's little (you see it) Look at mine I got X's in the middle (you see it) I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it) I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (you see it) I might ride candy red, or black (you see it) If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (you see it) If you sitting on twenties then they shine (you see it) If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it) Down here everybody got gold (you see it) Still flipping cause we all got hoes (you see it) Still rich cause we all got shows (you see it) Couple of friends but we all got foes (you see it) Down here Lil' Flip run the South (you see it) Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (you see it) Want a show you better send my deposit (you see it) As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (you see it) [Chorus] [Chamillion] Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (you see it) [Lil' Flip] Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (you see it) [Chamillion] This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (you see it) [Lil' Flip] I'm like naw cause I know I got a gun (you see it) [Chamillion] Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it) [Lil' Flip] I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys [Chamillion] Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it) [Lil' Flip] I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (you see it) [Chamillion] My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (you see it) [Lil' Flip] I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (you see it) [Chamillion] A million that dot com tatted on my arm (you see it) [Lil' Flip] The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (you see it) [Bridge] I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains [Chorus] You see it - [4x]

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