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[Verse 1 - B.o.B:] She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her Young Bob in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on the surface Man I swear somebody better tell her I don't care what's on your mind I just want your cerebellum Yea but my team stay down through the stormy weather Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better Nothing a fortune teller couldn't tell us As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols Now when you see my apparel I got several different leathers Look at my wrist, bitch, it's levels to these bezels This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it Flying down the interstate, lighting up a stougin' Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my canoles Beating up the box, call me Oscar De La Hoya [Verse 2 - August Alsina:] I had one, two, three too many I'm fucked up, four chicks with me I'm loud, took about five shots Six bottles I just copped Twisted, turnt up, 24/7 That's more bad bitches I'm getting They know I hit 'em and quit 'em And go past what they came here for Baby can I see you make yo ass drop? I'm a let the Rose bottles pop I'm a sip this 'Roc, baby don't stop Cause yo body on fire, you too hot [Bridge - August Alsina:] I can't feel my face I'm so numb I'm so wasted So dumb I'm shit faced-ed Just in case I don't make it [Hook:] Take my drink, nigga I'm buzzin' Take my trees, nigga I'm gone Take my keys, nigga it's nothin' One of these chicks is taking me home [x2] [Verse 3 - August Alsina:] That little red bone said she's taking me home Fine ass friend said she coming along Love in the morning, so I'm fuckin' em strong I'm a beat em to sleep then I'm gone in the morning Hold up! I tell a bitch roll up Before I gotta roll out all I do is turn up Turn down for what, need another drink Baby go and pour up, money hungover So you know I gotta throw up the 'fetti So that they know that I'm ready To get em poppin' and droppin' the party never be stoppin' Cause I be keepin' 'em rockin', you all these bitches be choosin' Cause now they see that I'm winning like I'm allergic to losing and I... [Bridge] [Hook x2] [Verse 4 - Yo Gotti:] Gettin' high off the money, nigga yeah I made it Just count a mill, nigga now I'm faded You know I'm unstoppable, I feel like Vegas Shout out to the hood - 'cause that's who raised me Hunnid bands in my pocket boy, that's that kush And shawty wanna fuck she gave me that look Hustler of the year know every rule in the book Pull up in the 'Rari, boy that's all it took That's a white out, it's a night out Putting money on the bar there just to bring the light out I just wanna see your fire-works Fifty bottles, that's slight work I'm in the club, turn up [Hook x2] [Outro:] Nu ah ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb Let's drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb Drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb Let's drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb

Deep Inside (Remix)

MARY J BLIGE "No More Drama"
(feat. Mobb Deep) [Prodigy] First of all we the one and only Infamous and Mary Blige Coming straight, ghetto poetry And ain't nothing changed but the size of the money I'm still that same 'g' Can you say the same thing [Havoc] Must be blind to the fact Mary Queen on the wax We the kings on the streets Ain't know where your heart at, look inside And you'll find a entertainer, one of a kind That's way ahead of her time Take a look [Mary] Oh I need to know If you can get into my mind Stimulate it Give me good love all the time Or are you just another man Who's after me for all my paper Looking for a ride that's free [1 - Mary] Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm just plain old Mary Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm just plain old, plain old Mary J. Blige [Mary] Now you see for seven years I lived life openly So it's hard to find someone who really knows me So I say these things just so that you can know That you can't be with me If you're trying to change my flow [Mary] Now if you take away the house And you take away the clothes I wear And you take away the diamonds I'mma still be standing here And if you take away the voice and the money I will always be my nigga's favorite honey And if you take away the car I drive I'mma still be Mary Blige [Repeat 1] [Prodigy] Let's separate the bullshit from the truth Straight up, I ain't got time for new friends, I need paper We came up from the trenches It was like pulling teeth without sedation From the benches to the Bentley seats Nigga, we the M-O-B-B What, you ain't heard You can't see Ever since the cash they wanna hound P Oh now you got L-O-V-E for me [Havoc] Doing this for about a decade Mobb and Mary Troopers in the game with a heavy load to carry After all the trials and tribulations Rumors we faced, the media invading our space That's the price you gotta pay Take away by signs of whips I'mma just plain old me at the end of the day You can say what you choose God gonna see me through Criticize all you want 'till your face turn blue I know you see [Mary] If you take away the house And you take away the clothes I wear And you take away the diamonds I'mma still be standing here And if you take away the voice and the money I will always be my nigga's favorite honey And if you take away the car I drive I'mma still be Mary Blige [Repeat 1 till end]

All I Know

AKA "Altar Ego"
[Hook:] AKA he's a beast, he's a problem though The one that you motherfuckers should solve but don't Spin six CD shuttles then revolve my flow Six joints in and your coffin close See me in the club I'm in my office clothes No plan B this is all I know Broke bitches looking where the bottle went But she be lucky if she get McDonalds man Ahh, I'm so professional I spit the truth it's like this booth is my confessional I'm under pressure hardly sober in my session now Rappers feel inferior, I'm focused on them hits but my girl missing her period That shit that make me go crazy, I'm still a fucking baby No ready for no babies Baby, want me to stay a while I wanna make her smile but money don't make itself Now I'm loading up my baggages, in pursuit of happiness Told her that I dealt with the flaws of my character I'm headed to the capital, cape of good dope Nikki got some girls who gon' be some good hosts She gon' be like "See? There you go again" That's why I'm in a club on my fucking BBM That's why I'm never trusted when I'm in DBN We work it out then we go right back to the begin [Hook] I need a paradigm shift on a double A paradise somewhere in my mind I can run to I, once upon a time you and I was a couple But now you turn to ice everytime I try touch you Wish I could press rewind, on every single line When I was kicking it with different bitches every night They say that love is blind, you see that camera clickin' in my eyes Now everytime I need to go you need to pick a fight I be leaving for domestic See me by the exit, Jesus on my necklace The evil's on my guest list Yes, this is the path I chose, cut deeper than the pieces of the hearts I broke And she gon be like "Why we go through this every week? You taking all my energy I need a new release" That's why we best enemies when I'm in CPT We work it out then we turn in 180 degrees [Hook] We thought this love was ever green You told me that my loving would be all you ever need Lucky for you, it's the last time I ever leave I'd rather die on my feet than try to live on my knees The party scene tore us apart So many new beginnings I don't know where to start Sometimes I wonder if you think about me at all Shit all you gotta do is turn that radio on (Let's Go) [Hook]

Just Ballin'

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Chorus So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out Verso One Two of my hommies got killed From the hollow point tips Cepts it looks like hell Three point five million From those narcotic sells Gang signs thats maile Seventy two hours incarcerated All becouse my hood floss bloody body's On the pavement That playa hater shit Is what brings that type of drama What a nigga need to start doin Is just kidnappin your mama Catch me in the game for 8 years So watch my nigga catch stripes In the middle of the night Seein fiends smoke pipes Dub sacks an Coniac helps me deal with these phonies Busters sellin for G's that I stack From the back to ponies I got hommies with L's on they backs Who fell through the crack And hidin shank's under they mattress Where were you When will you realise When cockin Glocks To pop those cops Makes a Mil of these blocks Ride in drop tops Be foolin with G-nocks Dont trust those bitches They choose to squish and let em squeel Go ahead and trust em You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH To tha billi ba-bang The reflections drummin like solo Hold on like En Vogue Put out that Endo Let down the window Tec's to our set Seventeen to mix with the bullshit Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip When you bust at me That nigga slip They steady runnin The gun To keep the nigga off that lay low Got niggs on the pay roll That'll kill when I say so Three hay-lo's It gets so fatel On Warnell talk to no one Sometimes it gets to the point I Cock my ho's see what Im sayin Chorus Verse Two The lord is smokin Thats why my life Has been this livin hell For the thug life up on the street And to the prison cell Unlawfull use is what They caught me with a Tec-9 An do they got probable cause They never did take no time Steady use of prison Took another brothers man hood They choose next time Up under the bench They say its all good But I was young Didnt know any better Although I did comp out the bootcamp Fly to give a brotha seven Years of prison teirs My hommies pourin beers I guess this henny Should be life of what a thug lives My only hurt Maybe wont be my last But heres a tip for these cops Next time Im goin out with a blast So if you look up in this black man's Eyes of straight madness Ready to buck you down Upon the ground For all my past teachers Give your souls up If your showed up Dont hold up We Do or Die And you know we Straight soldiers Chorus Nigga I got your back You got mine Lets keep it comin Throw your guns in the air Uh-uh no time for runnin They'll miss the gunnin Its Do or Die When we ride out Niggero you comin Lets leave the scene And go and hide out An miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get to dippin Mutherfuck gonna die Becouse he lied About my hommie flippin Swole head and a broke jaw Fuck that My nigga you dead an gone But you better believe Im bustin back Aint got no time For individuals Who just wanna trip You done broke his jaw You done broke my law So now I gots to dip Now whip Up on that ass With this nine milla You aint fuckin with a ho You fuckin with a po That be a stone killa My nigga dead an gone So rest in peace an close his casket Thiers plenty more chances If it takes ten years I swear ill kill this basterd To war zone grab that chrome Plus the clip that matches Retalliation is a must Thats why Im kickin asses These BHN they straight be trippin Cus the hood I come from Thats why Im packin Fully be jackin Cus these ho's dont want none Cant get along Keep this mo Im talkin player rythem Got niggas on the side Whose bitin ears By spittin negatism I got my ninner Off of safety Ready to try it out What made me do it It was hood when I ride out From north or south To the east to the west Who rolls the best So fuck your chief His ass gonna die When I load this tec chorus To them niggas in the pen Who got sent up for this bullshit Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas Thats it them niggas loyal to this game And some of these niggas aint your hommies The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies So when you look behind your back That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you So you watch that shit Its real About that pen nigga To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea

Nobody's Home

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Chorus So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out Verso One Two of my hommies got killed From the hollow point tips Cepts it looks like hell Three point five million From those narcotic sells Gang signs thats maile Seventy two hours incarcerated All becouse my hood floss bloody body's On the pavement That playa hater shit Is what brings that type of drama What a nigga need to start doin Is just kidnappin your mama Catch me in the game for 8 years So watch my nigga catch stripes In the middle of the night Seein fiends smoke pipes Dub sacks an Coniac helps me deal with these phonies Busters sellin for G's that I stack From the back to ponies I got hommies with L's on they backs Who fell through the crack And hidin shank's under they mattress Where were you When will you realise When cockin Glocks To pop those cops Makes a Mil of these blocks Ride in drop tops Be foolin with G-nocks Dont trust those bitches They choose to squish and let em squeel Go ahead and trust em You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH To tha billi ba-bang The reflections drummin like solo Hold on like En Vogue Put out that Endo Let down the window Tec's to our set Seventeen to mix with the bullshit Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip When you bust at me That nigga slip They steady runnin The gun To keep the nigga off that lay low Got niggs on the pay roll That'll kill when I say so Three hay-lo's It gets so fatel On Warnell talk to no one Sometimes it gets to the point I Cock my ho's see what Im sayin Chorus Verse Two The lord is smokin Thats why my life Has been this livin hell For the thug life up on the street And to the prison cell Unlawfull use is what They caught me with a Tec-9 An do they got probable cause They never did take no time Steady use of prison Took another brothers man hood They choose next time Up under the bench They say its all good But I was young Didnt know any better Although I did comp out the bootcamp Fly to give a brotha seven Years of prison teirs My hommies pourin beers I guess this henny Should be life of what a thug lives My only hurt Maybe wont be my last But heres a tip for these cops Next time Im goin out with a blast So if you look up in this black man's Eyes of straight madness Ready to buck you down Upon the ground For all my past teachers Give your souls up If your showed up Dont hold up We Do or Die And you know we Straight soldiers Chorus Nigga I got your back You got mine Lets keep it comin Throw your guns in the air Uh-uh no time for runnin They'll miss the gunnin Its Do or Die When we ride out Niggero you comin Lets leave the scene And go and hide out An miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get to dippin Mutherfuck gonna die Becouse he lied About my hommie flippin Swole head and a broke jaw Fuck that My nigga you dead an gone But you better believe Im bustin back Aint got no time For individuals Who just wanna trip You done broke his jaw You done broke my law So now I gots to dip Now whip Up on that ass With this nine milla You aint fuckin with a ho You fuckin with a po That be a stone killa My nigga dead an gone So rest in peace an close his casket Thiers plenty more chances If it takes ten years I swear ill kill this basterd To war zone grab that chrome Plus the clip that matches Retalliation is a must Thats why Im kickin asses These BHN they straight be trippin Cus the hood I come from Thats why Im packin Fully be jackin Cus these ho's dont want none Cant get along Keep this mo Im talkin player rythem Got niggas on the side Whose bitin ears By spittin negatism I got my ninner Off of safety Ready to try it out What made me do it It was hood when I ride out From north or south To the east to the west Who rolls the best So fuck your chief His ass gonna die When I load this tec chorus To them niggas in the pen Who got sent up for this bullshit Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas Thats it them niggas loyal to this game And some of these niggas aint your hommies The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies So when you look behind your back That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you So you watch that shit Its real About that pen nigga To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea

Kain House

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Chorus So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out Verso One Two of my hommies got killed From the hollow point tips Cepts it looks like hell Three point five million From those narcotic sells Gang signs thats maile Seventy two hours incarcerated All becouse my hood floss bloody body's On the pavement That playa hater shit Is what brings that type of drama What a nigga need to start doin Is just kidnappin your mama Catch me in the game for 8 years So watch my nigga catch stripes In the middle of the night Seein fiends smoke pipes Dub sacks an Coniac helps me deal with these phonies Busters sellin for G's that I stack From the back to ponies I got hommies with L's on they backs Who fell through the crack And hidin shank's under they mattress Where were you When will you realise When cockin Glocks To pop those cops Makes a Mil of these blocks Ride in drop tops Be foolin with G-nocks Dont trust those bitches They choose to squish and let em squeel Go ahead and trust em You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH To tha billi ba-bang The reflections drummin like solo Hold on like En Vogue Put out that Endo Let down the window Tec's to our set Seventeen to mix with the bullshit Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip When you bust at me That nigga slip They steady runnin The gun To keep the nigga off that lay low Got niggs on the pay roll That'll kill when I say so Three hay-lo's It gets so fatel On Warnell talk to no one Sometimes it gets to the point I Cock my ho's see what Im sayin Chorus Verse Two The lord is smokin Thats why my life Has been this livin hell For the thug life up on the street And to the prison cell Unlawfull use is what They caught me with a Tec-9 An do they got probable cause They never did take no time Steady use of prison Took another brothers man hood They choose next time Up under the bench They say its all good But I was young Didnt know any better Although I did comp out the bootcamp Fly to give a brotha seven Years of prison teirs My hommies pourin beers I guess this henny Should be life of what a thug lives My only hurt Maybe wont be my last But heres a tip for these cops Next time Im goin out with a blast So if you look up in this black man's Eyes of straight madness Ready to buck you down Upon the ground For all my past teachers Give your souls up If your showed up Dont hold up We Do or Die And you know we Straight soldiers Chorus Nigga I got your back You got mine Lets keep it comin Throw your guns in the air Uh-uh no time for runnin They'll miss the gunnin Its Do or Die When we ride out Niggero you comin Lets leave the scene And go and hide out An miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get to dippin Mutherfuck gonna die Becouse he lied About my hommie flippin Swole head and a broke jaw Fuck that My nigga you dead an gone But you better believe Im bustin back Aint got no time For individuals Who just wanna trip You done broke his jaw You done broke my law So now I gots to dip Now whip Up on that ass With this nine milla You aint fuckin with a ho You fuckin with a po That be a stone killa My nigga dead an gone So rest in peace an close his casket Thiers plenty more chances If it takes ten years I swear ill kill this basterd To war zone grab that chrome Plus the clip that matches Retalliation is a must Thats why Im kickin asses These BHN they straight be trippin Cus the hood I come from Thats why Im packin Fully be jackin Cus these ho's dont want none Cant get along Keep this mo Im talkin player rythem Got niggas on the side Whose bitin ears By spittin negatism I got my ninner Off of safety Ready to try it out What made me do it It was hood when I ride out From north or south To the east to the west Who rolls the best So fuck your chief His ass gonna die When I load this tec chorus To them niggas in the pen Who got sent up for this bullshit Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas Thats it them niggas loyal to this game And some of these niggas aint your hommies The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies So when you look behind your back That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you So you watch that shit Its real About that pen nigga To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea

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