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TQ lyrics - Second Coming

Get Paid

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(feat. Outlawz) [Napolean:] Yeah, from the bottom For the depths, for the bottom We come from there, but we still here We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what Listen [Young Noble:] Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight But if you not family, keep talkin' aiight Will you get them Nikes Oh you like them yeah They looking good on me, you wanna cop a pair Though it takes some time, we still love everybody Them like my thug sisters, so I'm fuckin' every mommy Everybody know my face, everybody know my name As I walk through I heard em sayin' 'Noble do his thing' I'm flowin' through this game like I'm slidin' on ice Brought these niggas insane like I'm slidin' the dice Applyin' the wife, but ain't nobody dyin' tonight We fryin' the rice, dinner on the steps tonight I bet your life I just might stretch your wife Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time It might sound short, then I'll stretch the rhyme Nothin' but another day, know I ain't gonna lie [Chorus] [TQ:] I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people ‘cause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittin' when I see some paper (I'm gettin' it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene It's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid just wanna get paid [EDI Mean:] Man I wasn't born with it But I'm gonna get it Let it be known I'm on a mission From boss livin', no bullshittin' And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothin' And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin' I'm my own man, own plan, been that way Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day I never ever really trust the world again Age ten, feel frustration No patience when it all forego Fuck takin' it slow I'd rather take it and blow I still roll daily Only stoppin' for my babies I'm a hard luck nigga Keep your guard up nigga Large cut getta I gotta have my piece I'll chop it up with ya man But I gotta have my piece You cannot be mad at me I'm game tight on all sides Obstacles cannot damage my pride I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy Young struggler, livin' for the love of us Outlaw [Chorus] [TQ:] I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people ‘cause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittin' when I see some paper (I'm gettin' it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene it's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid Just wanna get paid [Kastro:] I'm bluntin', so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious Ain't nothin' but a day at the office I stand-alone so I cut my losses And sometimes I drink until I feel nauseous (ha) It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun Still I chase my paper, till I can't run And I was still just a kid till I had one If not for bad luck, I probably wouldn't have nothin' It's two G's and I just can't quit yet Through all they mind so I just can't sit back I stand strong so you know I don't get checked The born Outlaw so you know I ain't wit' that My younger days in the day tryna figure out A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount It ain't a mystery, it's elementary Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be [Napolean:] () Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets House lookin' like shit, volts is climbin' out the sockets But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m. Brick City, N-J Besides Cali, it's the home of the A-K I'm paid to roll, was raised to roll But at least in my heart, I've always felt alone I stayed strong through all the times I supposed to I pray to God daily, you barely when you supposed to Close to the money ‘cause it's close to my heart In my life, death ain't nothin' but a walk in the park Hard times gettin' sweeter now I guess Allah must have blessed us ‘cause we eatin' now Come on [Young Noble:] Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) We still missin' tryin' to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang) The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain) ([TQ:] Can I get paid) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang) Live yours, and you know I'm tryin' to live mine (live mine) Get yours, ‘cause I ain't tryin' to give mine (give mine) Everybody comin' out at the same time (same time) Nothin' but another day, know I can't lie ([TQ:] Can I get paid) Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang) ([TQ:] Can I get paid)

Billion Bucks

JARREN BENTON "Freebasing With Kevin Bacon"
[Hook:] Woke up and I feel just like a billion bucks [x3] They gone hate with me don't give a billion fucks [x3] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion sluts [x3] Everyday I feel just like a billion bucks [x3] [Jarren Benton:] Uno, dou, tres, leggo Y'all sucka ass niggas soft like jello Pull up in the transam nose on the whole gram of the white girl nigga jay oh fellow Kick a nigga dope for the K-I-l-o Blunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow Sianara to the bad guy to the 45 in the AK mutha fucka say hello Hello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights Bitch you know I throw off doctor said I'm not right Got a white bitch but shes not bright Hit the bitch and blow a nigga for his stickas then imagine what the ho would do for a klondike Feelin' like a billion And I'm about to kill again Hes on his own island bet them niggas think I'm gillagin No resilience I'll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger ya nigga LI'mma pop a little pill again What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pin again I shove a mutha fuckas head right inside the ceiling fan Leave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands D-d-d-d stuttering and t-t-t-t-trembling Wake up feeling like a billion bucks Bitch get to steppin' if you don't fuck I need a ho to give me future with the care blowin' in a space ship call the bitch, Aeon Flux Fall off in the club where the heat don't tuck This my year y'all be on suck Gone on that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch we goin' nuts like [Hook] [Rittz:] Ok Jarren, dog I know they scared When they see me and you together man it's so unfair Then when we killin these rappers I bet there's no comparin Not a fan of their music I hate the clothes they wearin And I'm so embarrassed at the state of my city Cause everybody rep they hood and I white boy spot But when they really get the hood Try and tell em where they from they be lookin at them like boy stop But not me I'm from the north side Feeling like a billion I'm a slum-merican Hung yourself fillygan, I'm with a resilient Bitch who let me drill her Afterward she call me up and say she never wanna chill again It's true one say my crew untamed the shit true My black friends Always rob my white friends My white friends get drunk and start fighting each other And when they bloody they be like aw we tight man And this red light, damn, and this ain't sharp rap, drop that shit on the internet and when I see you I'm a tuck in my denim where my sock at, cock back and to swing at your jaw smack, man somebody tell him to fall back The salt of it at just cost it, probably got a weapon in the octagon I stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on, what you thought, come on, it's my time man your watch is wrong I'm gone, I'm on a whole nother playing field, my name is still Buzzing I'm fuckin up the streets to watch it. Rollin up the Sour D in the Cutlass supreme Fuckers put a grin in the name of Marcus, took a dream, it was steam and people garbage It was keen, momma I'm a be me regardless People talk a lot of shit, 'cause I'm an easy target Eatin Zani bars n drink at tops, I got them feeling like a billion [Hook] [Jon Connor:] Switched on, Flinstone, make this buzzom his own You ain't know you grind, but I stay your man So what you do, peace more. You all niggas real fake, my own nigga's Bill Gates Killing the industry with the difference a gear make I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear grey You fucked up your look, I can hear a mirror brake You make it so basic fall, the stairway to heaven you're in lead to my basement Based in the fucking basement it's amazing the Matrix that I hazzle keeps save 'em Hits give 'em the consake, won't cite, I'm a psycho when I write like a riffle Took out on my write ons, I swear that I blast every track man on the Bible Back on, H squad, I came in the hood, nigga, just like y'all Love I stand on my own two feet, but the haters they pray that I just might fall No, never there, I drop classics, nigga, give me that See how my name buzz on the internet, if it's me against the world than I'm winning that See? Look, my niggas trouble like five in the bank, you bullshiting like five in the tank See, I grind for mine, I earn my shots so why ain't got another nigga to thank More, please, get me gang at a young age, say niggas only reviews on the front page And I know that's true, so you leave me in my eyes and do what you gotta do to make sure that's you

The Time Is Now

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[Chorus: John Cena] Your time is up, my time is now You can't see me, my time is now It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now You can't see me, my time is now! [John Cena] In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off The franchise, doin' big bid'ness, I live this It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished A soldier, and I stay under you fightin' Plus I'm stormin' on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning Ain't no way you breakin' me kid, I'm harder than nails Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail I'm slaughtering stale, competition, I got the whole block wishing they could run with my division but they gone fishing - - with no bait, kid your boy hold weight I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] Yeah, uh It's gonna be what it's gonna be Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T Uh - it's a war dance and victory step A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep John Cena, Trademarc, you all are so-so And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though Aimin' guns in all your photos, that's a no-no When this pop, you'll liplock, your big talk's a blatant no-show See what happens when the ice age melt You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps I rock a timepiece by Benny if any The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me A man's measured by the way that he thinks Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks I spent 20 plus years seekin' knowledge of self So for now Marc Predka's livin' life for wealth [Chorus 2x]

Nothing Gets Crossed Out

Well the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And I'll follow the leader Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs I almost forgot who I was But I came to my senses Now I'm trying to be assertive I'm making plans Gonna rise to the occasion yeah Meet all their demands But all I do is just lay in bed And hide under the covers Yeah I know I should be brave But i'm just too afraid of all this change And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt I keep making these to-do lists but nothing gets crossed out Working on the record seems pointless now When the world ends who's gonna hear it? But I'm trying to take some comfort in written words Yeah, Tim, I heard your album and it's better than good When we get off tour I think we should Hang and black out together 'Cause I been feeling sentimental for days gone by All the summers singing, drinking, laughin Wasting our time Remember all the songs and the way we smiled In those basements made of music But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all I'm not as strong as I thought So when I'm lost in a crowd I hope that you'll pick me out How I long to be found The grass grew high, I laid down Now I'm waiting for a hand To lift me up, help me stand I've been laying so low Don't wanna lay here no more Don't wanna lay here no more Everything that happens is supposed to be And it's all predetermined can't change your destiny Guess I'll just keep moving Someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going


Hey, I can be the answer I'm ready to dance when the vamp up And when I hit that dip get your camera You can see I been that bitch since the pamper And that I am that young sis the beacon The bitch who wants to compete and I can freak a fit that pump with the peep and You know what your bitch become when her weave in I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and Sit in that lunch if you're treatin' Kick it with the bitch who comes from Parisian She know where I get mine from and the season Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin' And fit that tongue tongue d-deep in I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt gettin'... I was in the 212 On the uptown A Nigga you know what's up Or don't you? Word to who made ya I'm a rude bitch nigga What are you made up of? I'm a eat your food up boo I could bust your 8 I'm a do one too Fuck you gone do? I want you to make bucks I'm a look right nigga Bet you do want to fuck Fuck em like you do want to cum Your gay to get discovered in my 2 1 deuce Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou Caught the warm goo In your doo-rag too son? Nigga you're a kool-aid dude Plus your bitch might lick it Wonder who let you come to 1 2 With your doo-doo crew son Fuck, are you into, huh? Niggas better ohh run-run You could get shot homie If you do want to put your guns up Tell your crew don't front I'm a hoodlum nigga You know you were too once Bitch I'm 'bout to blew up too I'm the one today I'm the new shit boo Young Rapunzel Who are you bitch, new lunch? I'm a ruin you cunt I'm a ruin you cunt I'm a ruin you cunt I'm a ruin you cunt A-yo, A-yo, I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale Tellin' em you made some Sayin' you runnin' but you ain't goin' no where Why you procrastinate girl? You got a lot but you just waste all yourself They'll forget your name soon And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah What you gone do when I appear? W-when I premier? Bitch the end of your life are near This shit been mine, mine What you gone do when I appear? W-when I premier? Bitch the end of your life are near This shit been mine, mine Bitch I'm in the 212 With the 5th cocked nigga It's the 2 1 zoo Fuck you gone do When your goons sprayed up Bet his bitch won't get em Betcha you won't do much See even if you do want to bust Your bitch'll get you cut and touch your crew up too Pop you playin' with your butter Like your boo won't chew Cock the gun too Where you do eat poon hun I'm fuckin' with your cutie q What's your dick like homie? What are you into? What's the run dude? Where do you wake up? Tell your bitch keep hatin' I'm a new one too, huh? See I remember you when you were The young new face but you do like to Slumber don't you? Now your boo up too hun I'm a ruin you cunt What you gone do when I appear? W-when I premier? Bitch the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine What you gone do when I appear? W-when I premier? Bitch the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine This shit been mine, mine This shit been mine, mine

The Hit

SHYNE "Shyne"
The Hit [Shyne] Look at this nigga, stuntin in front of Justin's, actin silly If it wasn't cops all over, I'd smack him with this milli You hoe niggaz move a brick and think they rich Get a few guns and a click and wanna take over shit Ain't that the same kid that shot Reg in the head? Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have been dead Just came home from doin ten up in the Feds Be extortin kingpins for they horse and they bread Had the whole Brooklyn under pressure, I'm surprised he ain't test ya Mad niggaz know better I ain't comin up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothin I'll kick that motherfucker, FUCK HIM, yeah I'll pay him somethin Pay his ass a visit, blow his brains on the sidewalk Let him collect his thoughts.. .. I'm the strongest force in New York til I'm a corpse, and even then, I'll be buried with bricks and money-filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks later I'm in the spot, takin it light Watchin the Tyson fight it's packed, uh with killers and rats Dope dealers, money hungry bitches, malicious Cars pilin up the block for blocks nigga, Bentleys and 6's This the place to be, where all the - gangsters meet As I pick up my drink, I see my man Fat Pete But before I could walk over, two niggaz tapped him on the shoulder and unloaded in his face, bullets flyin all over the place Mirrors shatterin, people scatterin, his bodyguards shot back Missed one but hit the other, in the abdomen, they both fled But who the fuck would do somethin so - brazen and reckless? Had to be some niggaz tryin to send a message {*phone ringing*} Next day I got a call from uptown to, come have a meetin with The Council bout the shit that's been goin down Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete shot Reg in the head Bottom line he's out of control, he got to be dead He's startin to be a real problem Extortin niggaz, Brooklyn through Harlem But he fucked around and crossed the margin, touched one of ours He got to go, he from your hood, handle it Poe Say no mo', I'm out the do' Went back to the spot to grab the guns Semi-auto check, AK-40 check, shotgun check, revolver - that's perfect Called Tiz and told him meet me in an hour Bring the caravan, you know the plan Ski-masks and stockings, seen him down the ave. boppin Him and a friend, just hopped in a Benz Twenty inches on the rims, let's follow 'em slow, keep 'em in sight Wait til he stop at a red light, then roll the window down and kiss them bitches goodnight - they musta saw somethin cause the Benz busted U and came at us firin shots I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the driver's side wet The Benz ran in a store window and got wrecked I hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, still holdin the tec One nigga's body was split in half, the other nigga still movin Heard sirens comin closer, as I'm bout to shoot him But fuck it, I opened his mouth, and let the tec spray and told him tell Satan I'm on my way - die bitch

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