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Mardi Gras

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You got a problem with me? Fuck you too, all of ya I've come to set the party up nigga Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras I've come to set the party up nigga Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Who put this shit together? Me, Mr. Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Who put this shit together? Me, Mr. Mardi Gras Drew Brees my yard up Uptown my wards up I'm amped up and I'm chosed up I stunt too, my car's up Got plenty hoes, my broad's up Champagne on my dog's uh A snot nose I bossed up I staged rap and my car's up Bring it back Drew Brees my yard up Uptown my wards up I'm amped up and I'm chosed up I stunt too, my car's up Got plenty hoes, my broad's up Champagne on my dog's uh A snot nose I bossed up I staged rap and my car's up I lose some and I win some You cock-blocking my income Don't howl a lot in my ear drum Cause rules break, I bent some Seen threats, I meant 'em No stress no tension Chest up no flitching Old dog no pension I move work at jet speed This rap shit my pet peeve I smoke sum of the best weed Your bitch on my testies The fan choose their best leads Won't lock me, won't X me It's more of y'all and less of me I bash it don't threat me Benjamin's in my pockets Credit card in my wallet Every day I make a little profit It's not tricking the hoes if I got it I bounce back hydraulic Make noise sole in my body I keep my hand on my shottie Run up on you boys You get bide it You got a problem with me? Fuck you too, all of ya I've come to set the party up nigga Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras I've come to set the party up nigga Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Who put this shit together? Me, Mr. Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Who put this shit together? Me, Mr. Mardi Gras Fuck which that ain't no kids Cause my team can't coach me My bank account my trophies That brown shit no opies My root's strong like oak trees I'm sky high like nose bleeds Now get away from my doe please Just go please No, go please Bed time, no wonder If it catch me, that's my shit They keep a real with no hoe shit They can't chew that show shit That's up town, that's down town That's Z spank, that's what spank At sea side, that's what side It's going on nigga let's drink Slow it down I can't do I'm old school like chateaus I'm cracked up in my plamo You looking broke in them chair clothes Your name shot, no game shot Now what the hell you gonna tell hoes? You dirty like a motel floor You need to lotion those elbows I'm Mardi Gras official All these women acting like strippers They want to show me their tities They like throw me something please mister Benjamin's in my pockets Credit card in my wallet I bounce back hydraulic Run up on you boys You get bide it You got a problem with me? Fuck you too, all of ya I've come to set the party up nigga Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras I've come to set the party up nigga Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Who put this shit together? Me Mr. Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Who put this shit together? Me Mr. Mardi Gras Mardi Gras Mardi Gras

Sleeping With The Enemy

JACKI-O "Poe Little Rich Girl"
Uh Girls Y'all gotta feel me on this one Y'all know how it be you Just been with your man For so long and you think you got him figured out And things aight thats how I was I thought I had him all figured out But he just kept surpising me everytime I looked around It was just (trouble) some more trouble (trouble times) Damn [Jacki-O] It's hard on the yard I'm all alone in this struggle I can't trust these hoes your bestfriends be your foes No one to talk to better watch what you say Fast as you tell them shit them hoes be on the freeway Face it, you got a dream? your ass better chase it Nigga giving you problems have that nigga replacements Excuses to fight you everytime your lights do And as soon as you in another nigga chest they stress Fuck them I ain't the nice type or the wife type I ain't nann one of them boojie chicks I'm a rude bitch Fuck your family and your phoney ass mammy All up in my shit trying to watch what you hand me I had this shit way before I even met your ass I keep house and a car and some cash For when I'm ready to leave your ass I can't trust you That's why I keep some shit you can't take And that's a hustle [Hook-Betty Wright] All this time you been with me I was just living in misery I prayed and prayed for a change But only rain came my way All this time you been with me I was just sleeping with the enemy All this time you been with me I was just sleeping with the enemy [Jacki-O] I mean you hurted me so bad I wanted to do you I mean you hurted a bitch so bad I wanted to use vodoo To bury your name but that ain't my game I was willing to do anythang to ease that pain We been through to much made to many bucks Touch to many blocks had to many niggaz shot For the shit to just drop It's the latest talk in the nail shop Everybody knows I can just hear the hoes Chicks I use to ride with can't even confide with That shit bothers me I wanna bleed them hoes artries I don't feel safe no more You don't leave the keys to the safe no more You ain't trust your boosters the time I busted you You won't let me load your clip or hide your bricks You don't trust me with the accounts and books and shit But you trust me your life cause everynight I cook Fuck Nigga [Hook-Betty Wright] [Jacki-O] Act three let me see if I can sum it up Every credit card you had I tried to run it up And everytime we fucked nigga I hated it And everytime I said I bust a nut well I faked it Every key you left unguarded yeah I scared it And you don't know cut even blow know blow from blow up When your spot fell off I stayed up in the malls With fraud making sure we eat And making sure shit sweet started flipping your riches Got to big for your britches Stayed up in them titty bars with them sick bitches And your homeboys crackers got them singing like birds Told them boys where you serve And where you stashed your word Same niggaz you be rolling with that be skinning And grinning when you ain't home They be begging to get up in my denim It ain't my fault I got legs with bows in them A petite shit with a sweet clit And C cups to make you nut Cause you ain't never had a bitch like me Like O that can spit like me That can ass in a six like me Hold it down through your B.I.D Honestly you had the best of me but you a enemy [Hook-Betty Wright] [Jacki-O (Betty Wright)] I just gotta be strong on this one (you are the enemy) I don't think I'm going back this time (you are the enemy, you are the enemy) Just to much shit been said to much real shit been said (you are the enemy, you are the enemy) It's true I ain't gotta deal with this [Hook-Betty Wright]

Never Blink

THE JACKA
This that new shit nigga Follow my lead bitch [Verse 1: Jacka] I prolly smoked alot of hop in my weed befo And it made a nigga crazy but I'm loungin tho Niggas hope that they gun stay from round me yo Call up cause be like "blood need a pound of that dro" Times is gettin hectic man I'll pay you back later Fightin a case cause ya boy done went to school with a kata I felt nothin man it's really nuthin It's been so long since Jacka felt somethin I keep comin with lines that keep numbin ya face like coke lines She keep hummin the background, what that sound like? Shit, I shoulda stayed in school or somethin Now I'm fresh out the county huntin down my runners You feel me? [Chorus: x2] [Jacka:] I, hit the block high [J. Stalin:] make the song cry [Jacka:] got the eyes of a snake [J. Stalin:] never blink never cry [Jacka:] I, only move weight so I can live one time, I'm a real nigga you can hear it in my rhymes [Verse 2: J. Stalin] Today I opened the paper Seen about 5 of my niggas, 2 got hit with a kata 2 got hit with a nine 1 in critical condition Plus they found my niggas mama on the shore with that fish That's why I smoke alot bo in blunt & I Pull the ski mask down hoppin out the suicides I'm on a suicide, don't really care if I die Cause so many of my niggas done died, & it's like a jungle Sometimes I wonder how I keep from goin under Plus these mothafuckas keep, stealing my bundle But I'm a nutso, from west o you must know Catch me in a Marauder with ya baby mama I'm a baby gorilla got banana clips for the drama Knock a nigga off than feed him to the piranhas Gotta be around for when my son come out my baby mama [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Dubb 20] Man my life ain't no walk in the park I spent many nights alone, in the cold, lost in the dark Me & my sister, nothin but death can break us apart Inside I'm superman ain't nothin breakin this heart Yeah mama ain't raised no punk, taught me the basics Never graze shit, whenever it's funk Taught me to reign shit, take shit, whenever I want And if a nigga like "whassup? ", then leave him with lumps That's exactly what I do, follow my mamas rules Of e, not d, cause that's what my mama use I'm thuggin dude, I drug abuse, look at me I'm from the gutter why the fuck should I be happy? My hair nappy, plus I grew up broke, And I'm still livin broke, what I grow up for? I wish they never had me shoulda let me go If you feelin how I'm feelin yo let me know Might twist up some rope & just let me blow Rob make the beat hot & just let me flow The dope I chase the hood boys know my face I'm runnin stuck in place, man there's no escape [Chorus x2]

Where Have You Been

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
[Beanie Sigel] Damn how am I gonna say this shit? hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap I remember being kicked out the house 'cause I looked just like you Said I'd be nothing but a crook just like you The niggaz in the hood was shook Where the just like you 'Cause all they said was little whitey look I'm just like you But dog I can't see it at all, shit We never kicked it at all We never pitched or kicked at a ball dog, you never taught me shit how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat none of that sorts of shit Nigga you was an abusive pops fuck you left me out to dry, stuck gotta teach news to box gotta teach news to bop and that aint the half of it man I gotta teach news to block It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down) sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons how they grew to be men and father they sons father they daughters nigga, you left a fatherless daughter I never follow your orders nigga you make me sick pussy you could....ooh how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9 put it in my palm when I was young and said that would be mine, you turned me out the reason why I hit the block reason why I tried to hit them cops reason why I started hittin shots reason why I started gettin licked and drinkin syrup and skippin court ginger bread man never think of gettin caught look at your hand man damn you fought nigga you left my mom left us with no good-bye's you left us out to dry you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies no digits numbers was unlisted you left us with some of my loneliest night nigga some of my hungriest nights shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin) damn we used to think money was white yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps and to think you was my pop, man i gotta stop shit chorus: (Beanie Sigel) dad where have you been (and when you come home you got us here all along) mommy where daddy went (you always take up for him always said you'd make up for him) mommy what happened then (what was you cheatin on him why he was always beatin on you?) daddy where have you been? (nigga, you gonna hear me out) [Jay-Z] I wanted to walk just like him (remember?) wanted to talk just like him (word) often momma said I look too much and I thought just like him (it could happen) wanted to drink Miller nips and smoke Newports just like you but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you I would say 'my daddy loves me and he'll never go away' bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday? do you even remember the tender boy you turned into a cold young man with one goal and one plan get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one always short with the income always late with the rent You said that you was comin through I would stay in the hallway (waitin) always playin the bench (waitin) and that day came and went Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again will never ask mommy 'why daddy don't love me? Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly? Mommy why is your eyes puffy?' please don't cry everything'll be alright I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light It's us against the world we don't need him, right? (right) mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah) I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now we doin real good we don't miss you now see how life twists around? (fucka!) chorus

Spanish Fly

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Chico harmonizes to music from "Scarface" until 0:25] [Jim Jones] I seen it all from a player's eyes (mack) Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz) We knock 'em all if you let this slide (that's right) This how you ball if you a major guy (whoa) With alcohol and a hazy high The city lights in the jaded sky I had this girl, wanna make her mine I can't lie, I was interested in her (what happened) We shared a bed in the club, and even crept to dinner (Miami) It's such a funny situation Cause I knew she had a man in the ave. by reputation (what's what) I get around (okay) I'm just a product of my occupation (so what) I asked her number and she contemplated (what happened) I'm losin patience (uh-huh) and it's startin to get flagrant (so what) Seize the moment or forever regret it Three in the mornin and I'm stressin to catch her (you know I need that) Creepin up on her and applyin the pressure Me and my homey A don't think I can get her, uhh, but [Chorus: Chico DeBarge] It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin Smokin gettin high with the daisy Thinkin 'bout makin you my lady, maybe You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure Slow hit it from the back, I do it better She left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her [Jim Jones] You seekin love is watchin movies on and off the stations (hell no) Those commercials was our intermissions (for what) For the {?} and the tongue-kissin (what else) and one instance Turns some heated touchin to some freaky fuckin (just get it) My situation is a bit of trouble See this affair is a bit of struggle And my persona and my thuggish morals That was enough to start a lover's quarrel Since she had a man but he wasn't loyal (I hear that) Got loose enough just to open up (then what) It be the mornin 'fore he sober up (twisted) I call the shit like Punky Brewster (what?) And she never met a thug looser Star nigga party with the snub shooter (bang bang) My thug True is probably posted in back We party hard, get so crazy And we smoke and drink 'gnac (we ain't never scarred) I'm tryin to slide in the night on some smutty sex Niggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet [Chorus] [Jim Jones] It's gettin nervous now (why) cause the word in town (was what) Is that your man got the word that we done flirtin 'round In your Beemer merkin 'round (err) foreplay in the hallways So now we hit the house and pull the curtains down (close that curtain) We laugh and we joke, we drink and I pass you the smoke Smack your ass when you walk, when fuckin I grab and you joke (Have sex at night) As we lay and we chill Your crib, nice apartment, who's payin the bills This type of shit'll get you sprayed and you killed (That's that Harlem shit) Like {?} shot in "Paid in Full" This is not a movie script, some of my truest shit Selfish premonition, out of sight I'm out of mind When this nigga gone and missin (play the rules) Wishin she mine, I'm knowin that she'll never be (never be) This'll be fine, the closest that I'll ever be (ever be) I see a chick and she mine, new Goldie of the ghetto B Niggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet [Chorus - to fade]

Kill Or Be Killed

JAY ROCK "Follow Me Home"
[Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] You woke up this morning not knowing blood will be on your garmits, hour glasses and informants look that's crawling down your harness, see them demons and them omens staring at you mind control they want your soul and then your rolling with them just know where you going,(hellbound) twelve rounds came out that 4,5, look up to see 25 that's alot,(let's rewind) when you pulled up on them 6's bust a pistol busting bitches nigga's looking suspicious load em' up while you, (switching switching) hungry enough to come and get you, hope the gun is coming with you, gonna have to shoot it out or shoot infront(won't pitch em') time is now you wasn't focused you seemed up like you had posted, no tags it was stolen and then it was murder motives, blink of a eye you looking right at yo demise as they hopping out they goin' ride it's a homicide on yo life, the coldest thing you didn't see and now you laying there bleeding hopeness they keep out your weakness and now you hope to see light [Chorus:] See out of my body's where they want me, they think they can catch me slipping they want me, so I sleep with one eye open, cause you never know when you wake up and you're gone, [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] now the doctors they operating pumping your heart infront of yo momma yo dogs if you don't make it you don't, on the way to the trauma center they taking to long swerving in and out of traffic yo mamma tell you,(hold on) your bodies filled up with holes you feel your body getting colder smelling that death in the air the reaper waiting for your soul, while your fighting for your struggling to get some air yeah, when that line flat then it's a tag on yo toe, as your soul start to travel out your flesh you see yourself lying on that gurney all bloody buddy it's a mess, wish the best upon your flesh but your flesh might be dissapointed, pray to god that you anointed while awaiting your opunion, while he pointing in that waiting room going through the motions all the screaming and comotion as they split yo body open, for the surgery and accertainly as seems that it's over better pray that you hold over, call your bloods how you was potent, I said maybe cause your safety is for certain out your hands, not your momma not your daddy not your girl not your mans, none can save you hope they play you in a memory when you fly, you made but your ligaments ain't alive wish you had died [Chorus:] See out of my body's where they want me, they think they can catch me slipping they want me, so I sleep with one eye open, cause you never know when you wake up and you're gone, [Verse 3 - Tech N9ne:] Threatining messages punk got ahold of my voicemail, plotting and planning damaging, on giving this boy hell, hopped off of my boy hell, man I hope they enjoy shells, dropped, all up on they property gotta get cist when this toy yell, nigga I ain't dying just cause you jealous I'm gettin' relish and I sell it my shit developed so well that a deaf view can tell it, I smell it he femalish roll up cause his gal I nail it spell it, b-i-t-c-h but killa's wit' a sells pitch, I'm gonna be dropping chopping alotta of body's gonna dropping from this, never gonna be another motherfucka fucking living in my land will wanna be talking some shit, cause I got kids niggas, and I do it big nigga but for the safety of my babies crazy now look what I done did nigga, hop off my tour bus in your town I'ma scope you out, hoping that I find you when I hear that shit that you spoke about, like I'm goin' feel shit, like it's gonna be a real hit, but you're just like that chick that gave you my number a little bitch, been in your town over and over you still absent, and I do meeting greets, nigga you fo'real acting, I'm sick of yo ill yapping you gonna get your grill blackend, that's from the steel clapping that's 5'6 vill rapping it will happen, bitch! [Chorus:] See out of my body's where they want me, they think they can catch me slipping they want me, so I sleep with one eye open, cause you never know when you wake up and you're gone

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