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J. COLE lyrics - Friday Night Lights

Premeditated Murder

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[Verse 1:] Am I changing right before your eyes? Becoming someone you don't recognize As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly I'm touchin' skies, no puffin' lie Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit Gon' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip From a Civic to a Chevy must've died and went to heaven Like a passenger on 9/11 - please go find a reverend You see I promise that I'd never change But that was way before I made the dough and met the game Say hello to Miss Thang, I forgot yo name, she yellow And even white women want a nigga - Othello I'm ballin' with nuggets, like fuck it I'm Carmello Now the crib got much room -Portobello She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow I sit yo ass down like you was playin' a cello See, you niggas hated and I levitated further Knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder So if it comes down, may the best man win No sweat like a head band [Chorus:] Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me [Verse 2:] I'm a kill the game and invite witnesses No death penalty, I'm givin' out life sentences Like keep grindin' boy, your life can change in one year And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere Yeah, look here I pay dues My own worst enemy so fuck it either way I can't lose 808's so my south niggas feel me Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me She catch me creepin' out your house she'll kill me Is it worth it what's under that blouse? My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if I split with my girl If I could gift-wrap the globe, I would give you the world But, do you love me like you used to? Even though I ain't that nigga that you're used to Remember back when I was broke, you would fix me Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal And now I pay for everything, how you feel? Mixed feelings 'cause now all the chicks feelin' him You gotta adapt though never goin' back [Chorus:] Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me I can't keep running away I can't keep running away I swear I'm coming back today But if I'm wrong And I ain't got what it takes Then all dem people that was counting on me Boy won't you climb down the mountain for me


ANDRE NICKATINA "Andre Nickatina"
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Shoot you like a free throw, don't be no hero Turnt into a zero, I'm hard to find like Nemo Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format Walk on you like a doormat I made a bet, did they score that? Man money I fold that, dice I roll that Tell a freak to HO'LAT Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it And not divide it, never split the pie And then you're gonna lie and straight deny it? Hell's where your souls at, freak you's a polecat And I'ma let you know that, and you can't control that Straight expose that, until you HO'LAT Straight to the abyss, with a death wish Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list That's bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that It's time to blow that Fillmoe, HO'LAT [Verse 2: Krazyie Bone] Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don't need a gun dude And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tell 'em HO'LAT You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja I been (raised[?]) like a doctor, crooked like a copper Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama And you don't really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac[?]) Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO'LAT If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)? Wake em up like caffeine and coffee You're gonna need an army to disarm me 'Cus I'm never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps I'm the typa man [?] toss you a hand grenade and say here [?] HO'LAT [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass Black bag fulla filthy cash Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last 'cus time goes real fast Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that Had to get that dough back Now its time to show that, quick control that Word life HOLD THAT This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall My rise and my fall I know you know that, Fillmoe don't hold back San Francisco that Now where's the hope at where's the dope at, Homeboy HO'LAT [Verses 4: Krayzie Bone] Don't gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix You know the Krayzie (gassin[?]) really got hits You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift (Then I come with a slow rap[?]) peace love hate mo rap When I spit it on a dope track Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO'LAT Tell em all look, real, recognize real Recognize steal and I recon you live Just with the skills, you can be killed Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/mills) [?] niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that Blaze up, lemme smoke that And I'm toked, and I'm loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL'AT

1 Morning

[Silkk the Shocker] Woke up one morning, hang over from last night I was drunk as fuck plus I was throwin up, an my eyes was like hella tite Waked up out my bedroom, nigga still reachin for a sack I hads to make me some mail, so I stepped out the door An fo' i did I went back an grabbed my... strap I be whippin some shit, nigga gimme some shit nigga triplin some shit, nigga flippin some shit You got some yayo, give it here I triple that shit for only fifty percent See bitch I be like Seven-Eleven, like the liquor store Stop the car, dropped it out, nigga what y'all hittin fo' Nigga, wassup, yeah I might man, keep it tight man It be like Charles Barkley I be hittin three four, all day in the dice game Man, it's cool, but umm, some of these niggas be faulty Game be salty, wanna run up on me, I'ma have to toss him See y'all be trippin but I don't be slippin Pop a clip in when I'm blastin an best believe I don't be missin It's that nigga - wassup, playa, niggas get fucked Playa haters get bucked, so wussup Bitch it be A, B, C, D, E Yo the last letter be me, a straight G I keep busters on they back, keep 'em flat that Nigga, wassup, one-times'll try to check ya, I'm at that Woke up this mornin, something didn't feel right Look to my side cuz I felt some thighs Musta been the girl I met at the club last night I had to look twice, damn nigga, I was just like what Seen some drawers on the floor, and a condom on my dick and I knew last night I musta fucked


Kane Abel "Am I My Brother's Keeper"
[Talking] Hey Nigga This is our last time bonita After this we out I'm tellin you We die together An eye for an eye (In Italian) A tooth for a tooth (In Italian) An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth All my niggas Feel me [Verse 1] I can't rest So much stress to live illegal My uncle on death row Waiting to get the needle Holla if you hear me people This dope game is evil A bloody river runnin through the ghetto That new born baby In the dumpster She been dead for a week While the dope fiend momma Gettin high on the street Gettin beat by police Still prayin for peace Niggas playin for keeps Yellow tape and white sheets And time is going by so slowy I plead insanity My family my homies Sick of swallowing rocks To avoid them cops on the block Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks This ghetto got me thinkin about death When will it stop Either you punch the clock Or you open up shop Chorus Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest Everyday I'm livin with stress So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) To the get the pain of my chest [Verse 2] Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster Over respect Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck Look in his eyes He kinda looked surprised in his last breath But life goes on for niggas Throwin up they set In terror In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin Niggas run in your crib And make references to why your momma Washin fiends Never with a fly Chasin a high And gettin AIDS from a bitch Ain't no way to die And everyday I'm seeing signs Of the end of the world My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady In front of his baby girl Feds, watch a nigga Tryin to make the bus But niggas stay strapped And gats, we trust (C'mon) Chorus [Verse 3] Bill Clinton in the White House Fucking hoes Innocent kids gettin shot on my block Casket closed Hear the niggas in the cell blocks Screaming for freedom Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress Cause they need them Remember JJ got shot In a high speed chase Busted in the back Through the license plate My reality is fatality I verbalize pain before I be another casualty Infared beam on the glock Just aim and pop You see me for a split second And your dead and got I try to tell these young kids Go to school They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool They don't hear me though [Talking] Yeah man It's sad you know We ain't got no jump shot Can't play football We ain't got no money for college But I see these niggas on the block Rolling with their fancy cars Fancy gold Fancy hoes Nigga, I'ma get it how I live You know I'ma y'all young niggas some advice Don't get greedy nigga Get what you came for To many niggas dying Trying to prove something to another nigga Be true to yourself True to what you know nigga Stay true to the gizzame

Break 'Em Up

TWISTA "Legit Ballin' - Vol.1"
(feat. Big Body, Highbeam) [Highbeam] put ya guns down its time to squad now ya'll then kick it up in the club dont try to run now he's saying thugged out but back in 88 bust I heard ya plugged out thats what ya name and became and moved down south still the bitch you was in the city mo money mo cash mo hoes now ya sitting on 20 if it came down to it nigga fuck your mob and if ya wanna get em all we can squad and squad I say now who want they ass kicked ass kicked who wanna get touched with plastic plastic I see ya standing in the path trick path trick now do ya wanna be around bitch around bitch cuz I dont give a fuck if the club on ya block or not cuz if ya step on our toes then its bound to get hot its bound to get heated all of us we got a SK and a chopper better utensils bound to break me off proper from the 51st ward nigga we all ghetto so while ya practice looking hard nigga you need to let go and umm remove ya bodyguard nigga how ya'll wanna do it we can take it to the yard nigga we rob niggas [chorus] break em up fuck that let them niggas fight break em up fuck that let them niggas fight I cant breathe somebody get em off me I cant breathe anybody get em off me break em up fuck that let them niggas fight break em up fuck that let them niggas fight I cant breathe please get em off me I cant breathe mothafucka get em off me [Highbeam] back the fuck up who in the hell wanna get it on Ima bout to pull a kick door like that nigga James Jones lets move these bitches in lets get these niggas out is that your girl keep talking shit Ima slap the gold outta her mouth cuz Im a real nigga for all my trio niggas Im squashing the issue cock back hit em in his grill nigga fuck how ya feel nigga jumped in make ya drinks feel nigga tear the club up like the mafia till I make a mil nigga shorty shake something the way you look and make a nigga wanna rape something standing on the side of me oh no but drunk at the bar looking like ya wanna take some and if somebody ask how much my bitch cost with an ignorant ass I burst like that and bound to get tossed reload this disrespect for that nigga that'll be your arm and your leg your arm and your leg when he jumped up like a bomb in his head lets see and we make thugs like us make bloodshed turn clubs red get in the middle of one of my fights Ima leave ya all dead [chorus] [Big Body] well I fell up in the club tonight hit the bar had broads on my nuts cuz Ima balla legit is dub click real niggas to fuck with Big Body and Highbeam we all up in this bitch tearing the club up tear the club up popping that hoe shit that gets yo ass fucked up so what ya thought nigga that we was soft nigga hell no nigga get that ass tossed nigga five strength dont slang a gang fucking banga and in our head shot rearranging ya frame Im like ugh ugh ugh beat this nigga down security cant get us off ya ass now we dont dance no more like Goodie MO-B all we do is squad and a 9 milli's Chi town to the dirty south we gonna get ya crunk when we fall up in the party watch the deck go up [chorus]

4 Alarm Blaze

M.O.P. "First Family For Life"
featuring Teflon and Jay Z Lil' Fame: Seventy five Raised on a strip called here brotha hill Where guns pop and cops get killed This is the place where paranoya Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers We're losin' it Four fives and knives we be movin' wit Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit We're provin' it Let it be known if retaliation Home skillet - it's on That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga First family gone brawl It's president's resident, and I'm the first dog You know the M.O.P status In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest Word to the mommy Any fool try me Get hit wit the Llama Fuck cuminana Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X It's a 4 alarm blaze Everybody post up next to the stage Come on You're all welcome to hell's roadway First family style Buck ass wild What ya say Billy Danze: Get ya man on the jack soldier Grip your mac soldier FIRST FAMILY We're back soldier And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers The last on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS Burkowitz MOB STYLE Spit fire from my hammer like I wasn't God's child Crucify me - but don't deny me Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticable I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead) With all intentions of droppin' a body I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the party THE BROWNSVILLE NECTAR That bullshit Just when you thought it was safe I flipped and hit ‘em wit more shit Chorus 2X: Teflon: Introducin' the best kept secret It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret Blaze enemies frequent I speak wit authority (Black) Perhaps through four to be Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly The gunsmoke make son soak The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke Raised cold-hearted and deadly Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me Keep my grip steady Squeeze till they drop off Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy Blowin some high-tech shit Through your projects Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect I wrecks guys Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie We don't respects by Half-ass niggas Blast niggas Gas niggas who won't blast The sect die All: 2X Just when you thought it was safe The mashed out posse hit you off wit another taste Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Jay-Z: Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck Two asked quick for bastards to step to Leave wounds too drastic for rescue When I rock jewels it ain't to impress you What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo' I'm real - how you think I got rich ho? Pack steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go I got enough paper to get low Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah I'm too right wit it, too tight wit it You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it Who am I? JAY-Z motherfucker Do or die IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo Front on us and gats blow ya know? Chorus: 2X motherfucker

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