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J. COLE lyrics - Any Given Sunday #5

Heavy

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Mo' liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline Get brains from a dime, How u love that? [Verse 1] Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning Been fucked the world but she just now cummin' If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin' I ain't never been the one for fourth down puntin' Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I'm crown huntin' Red dots cause a nigga dread locks So I lock pick just to lock shit back I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac Yet, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year Cause I'm repeating and I'm three-peatin' And I'm knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep sinkin' The label heat seekin', nigga ain't sign me, what the fuck was he thinkin' They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season I'm heavy Lil nigga I'm heavy I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy Carolina I'm heavy In New York I'm heavy Out in LA I'm heavy I'm so heavy We got more liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline Do you love that? [Verse 2] No album to my name and I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated If money talks, mine telling your's "be seated" Cut my leg off I wouldn't be defeated Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it Email the shit make sure you CC it For these fuck niggas who don't wanna believe it I be in the airport damn near bare foot Security hollin' out, Cole we need it Getting high as fuck and I don't even be weeded No point drinkin' I can't even be faded Real recognise real like they related You ain't no fucking G boy, your style G-Rated Hatred is flattery I'm glad to be hated fuckin' bad bitches that would rather be dated Carolina niggas just glad that he made it My money was running late now, now it's happy belated I'm heavy, nigga I'm heavy I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy Lil nigga in New York I'm heavy Queens, I'm feeling heavy Fayettenam nigga I'm so heavy I'm feeling heavy Lil nigga I'm heavy

Hood Gone Love It

JAY ROCK "Follow Me Home"
[Hook - Jay Rock:] Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public I got the whole block bumpin You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public [Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] Na na na na now now you know what this is Tell em it's a celebration bitches Where the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights Domino tables, who got big 6? Where I'm from we do concrete backflips Flip flop flip flop flip flop back Through the ghetto's where I bring hip hop back Real niggas love me, they tell me keep it pushin The only niggas be for waste out of central bookings County jails and the lock downs up north Said I should have it if Scarface pass the torch That's how they feel Jack, built much more than rap This that project haircut in the culdesac This is where Jose front you them boulders at Meet your quota whenever I put a quote on a track, nigga [Hook] [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:] From Compton to Baltimore I'm a kill it I buy a morgue in a minute The public house, the plastic couch of a section 8 tenant The Regal window is tinted The air conditioner broke but I'm cool enough to ensure you my ride is an Eskimo, huh? And I peel off in the midst of getting my clothes off And I thrive off energies from the inner cities that we lost, huh? I'm putting the ghetto on top of my back And I live in the back of the jungle Lions, tigers, bears, oh my Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by Shooters, looters, federal fed intruders The engines on back of scooters The real can recognize real and we need to know just who you are You are in the presence of many presents Kendrick the gift for the future oh yeah I said it Thug life, good kid mad city mad respect representin the hood right [Hook] [Verse 3 Jay Rock] The home girls tells me I'm the shit I break them off so they can buy some outfits I buy them sons a pack of peppers, some new Jordans Give em the game, school em on what's really important That's how I was raised, the og's had me 13 fresh off the porch, slangin' cabby But I'm wiser now, show all my young niggas There's other ways you get them dollars and funds nigga Coming down in an old school, so cool Whip like a fire ball call it so Goku You don't know the tribulations that we go through Put your ears to the speakers I'm a show you I paint the picture so perfect Hear my CD you see Mona Lisa in person Courtesy of a hunnit beat Got my crips and esse's at arm reach, 1 West [Hook]

Stomp

DMX "Ryde Or Die: Vol.2"
(feat. Yung Wun/Trick Daddy) [Trick] One [Yung Wun] y'all done fucked up now OH SHIT Ryde Or Die Nigga Its Yung Wun with the big gun What you gon do boy You betta sit down boy we don't play like that Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY Don't play with the gun smoke For the East to the West Coast Nigga get no problem Barry You no cemetery, Home Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods A man to come home It's a three be like that Tell his ass to come right back To the block with a gat Standin out in the track with a bumma hard Bummin weed into the sack Nigga let the weed smoke blow I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with quarter Trying to make a few be borowing from the police Never wanna follow And parlor (that's Shit) And it ain't no stoppin it Y'all niggas from ain't lockin it [Chorus: repeat 2X] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up Them cops on put and they came to town y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up [Trick Daddy] Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga I'm representin big county nigga I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas Don't eva try me nigga Don't try to run no bull shit like that nigga You know I'ma a fool for this I gots two for this I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this Them Daddy dollars y'all My shit harder Dog Im from the city of Caprise and them parlors y'all Ima go and kill this nigga Kiss above this realest nigga First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga The respect you gotta give us Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga And all yo money can't buy this nigga My exctacy got me wilin nigga I'm twice that body nigga About 100 miles an hour nigga [Swizz Beatz] Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy Yung Wun, Yung Wun Yo, Ball Out [Chorus: repeat 2X] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up Them cops on put and they came to town y'all boys betta put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up [YUNG WUN] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde Representin from the South In a glass This man got cash in mind On the cash route Niggas there with they ass out Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN) That DS Clique Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit And start blowin this bitch What you think my gun bust ice one Down in Georgia Six hours from Florida Niggas get slaughtered Boy where Im from Problems gon get solved By getting robbed Causin tear drops and closed caskets On tha glasses Get beside theyself And soficate from plastic Face down on a mattress [Chorus: repeat 5X] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up Them cops on put and they came to town y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Y.N.R.E.

ASAP MOB "Lord$ Never Worry"
August 28, 2012 A$AP!... Man I'm feeling like rich with the duffle Bricks on the shelf Yams like 12 you better stay out of trouble Crew is paid in full No snitch in the huddle A$AP mob Money mixed with the muscle Dollars falling from the sky Harlem on the rise On some Spartan shit You don't want no problems with these guys I know I'm smiling though How I get you bodied in your ride Check the calendar Got this shit feeling like July But I'm cool though Graduated school though Don't sip nouveau That never been cool though Fuck it I'm a fool though New after new flow Twelvyy bout his cudos I'm live from the group home Hardknocks & seeing the bigger picture Plan is to get richer Or kill them with the scriptures So fuck them other niggas Cause they ain't fucking with my niggas All my niggas throw they hands up See we sinning and winning Fuck it we living But you gotta keep the vision All my niggas getting paper Cause we hustle and shit Young niggas just running this shit All my niggas throw they hands up See we sinning and winning Fuck it we living But you gotta keep the vision All my niggas getting paper Cause we hustle and shit Young niggas just running this shit Man I'm gunning for the top Million niggas deep Strapped with heat Watch how we occupy the streets For the least and the maximum All the g's jacking them And I keep the calcium And I'm known for blasting them So stop harassing them, about Bitches and his rapper friends, dog What you feeling man That queer shit is sickening All about my benjamins Oh shit it's him again All black timbaland Y'all little niggas feminine Y'all ain't getting dividends Man I got racks to get Man I got racks to spend I'm fake on some rapper shit I'm caught in the loop, straight from the stoop To the booth, next stop a coupe, I'm the truth What it do Why they let this young nigga loose I'm the truth, this is what I do in the booth Man I have fun, and I spaz on everything Cause young niggas run everything A$AP!...

Hand of the Dead Body

SCARFACE "The Diary"
-In world news today, officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped -After being monitored by secret service agents for two years -Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution -Degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence and more importantly -Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community -Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be stopped Scarface: We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin kick some dust up America's been always known for blaiming us niggas for they fuck-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people Lets peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled So why you criticize me For the shit that you see on your tv That rates worse than PG Just bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body Chorus:(Repeat 2X) Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long So now they tryin seperation And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin into our conversation Saying the message that they give Bring forth or premeditation So David's got a silver mag While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So why you get upset cause I got one A tisket a tasket A nigga got his ass kicked Shot in the face by a cop, close casket An open and sgut situation Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me Because the shit that I be sayin ain't worse than no western money Don't blame me blame your man Gotti So you can feel the hand of the dead body Chorus: Ice Cube: You best to free your mine Before I free my nine And stop fuckin with the void in pop Or feel my hot rocks Bang,bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black White boys gat a magazine and don't kow how to act I'll attack and make you vomit Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad Do he got a brother, I'm it now I'm the illest Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius Can you feel this? You punk niggas make me sick Suckin on the devil's dick Scared of revolution Need to start deuchin Houston is the place I caught a case Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face But i bust two times to the gut To the Reverend Calvin Butts Gotta pair of nuts? I started this gangsta shit in 86 Now you dissin me For publicity Isn't he a hoe to the third degree Who me I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice Cube their ain't no killin me Ice Cube, Scarface Droppin on these sellin out niggas, doing it like this Chorus

Sometimes

NOREAGA "Melvin Flynt - Da Hustler"
Verse 1: Noreaga Yo I grew up like the regular thug, I think I told you that My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap Nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet (not yet) Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same set Me tras kick it on the here and there don't really hang to tough but the love is there My pops died on July 3rd, '98 So now a nigga need mad herb Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun And said Papi, you gotta protect ya moms Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms He used to make me hit the punching bag My dad, he was a boxer god And he really was glad yo the boxing iin the golden glove He just a thug and I love him yo So I'ma spread that love... Chorus (repeat 2x) Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go back around the way Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke Verse 2: Musolini I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory You still breathe, your face show through your seeds And who know it that you go so quick We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke My pen spittin and I show this I swore an oath you would notice I go to lengths with my rap strengths When I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zo Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties The pain and project glory I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must All my peoples street and physical I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies Touched by dead guys speakin... Chorus (repeat 2x) Verse 3: Noreaga Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B too and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, D-Bone too And plus, my nigga Raheem, from Guy Brew You know I poured out beer for Fernando too And I still smoke my bogeys then the rest of the crew Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same I like to cheat a little bit just to win in my game But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique! But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door But I maintain still holdin' in the pain Why my pops had to go, why he couldn't sustain. Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad I know he probably didn't realize what he had Chorus (repeat 4x)

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