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Charlie Farley – Backroads Life

Me personally I don’t know a whole lot about these city streets, but I do know a little bit about where I come from. That’s that CO, yeah country

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

I’m a cossa tie river run up and float and it going under that bridge since I was old enough to a paddle. Passing cattle I peddle faster cause it’s getting late. I’m a master at holding three point two ounces throwing bass. That’s right, I chugalug, I chug a Budd on my lake. I keep a in case a game warden shows his face. That’s if there ain’t an exit cause if I can I will escape. Skate away to a place where I’m straight and safe. We’re lovers, rappers, and fighters. But trust you don’t want to try us we’ll fight you but afterwards buy you a what, a round of your choice. We talk in a low tone of voice, that’s right still southern boys. Playing in God’s land and proud to be a part of God’s plan

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

The simple man who raised up on days that passed on. So when I’m riding probably vibeing to a Cash song. Makes me think about big daddy creeping in his Jon boat. Mixing up a Crown and Coke, sitting up in the honey hole. See now I know the river like the back of my hand. And every year my family goes and parks some boats in the sand. Throw some wood in the pile and party all damn night. Just another story of a back road life

I’m just a back roads eighties baby, made in the country like grits and gravy. Some of y’all still call me crazy, thank God that country raised us. Same boys that came on up, seen a lot of things since kicking up mud. See I appreciate all the love. My country veins pump country blood. Gave y’all something so y’all can ride. In the country boys paradise. One-ninety proof, I let it shine. Doing this since ninety-nine. Them city folks, they don’t understand it. Chilling in my country mansion. Double wide trailer on some land. I’ve been knocked down but I’m still standing

Sun setting in the background never gets old. Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road. And we all talk a lot, yes sir, no mam. Seal the deal with a handshake and living off the land. Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer. Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul. And we all pray at night that we will get by. Just another story of a back road life

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P Money – Keepin’ It Real

[Verse 1: P Money]
I just wanna make music
Hit the studio, create music
My fans purchase, download and play music
Seek melody, metaphor and rave music
That chill on the sofa and play music
Don’t want a beat, just wanna play music
Who am I kidding? I’ll beat when I play music and
If her boyfriend is talking smack
I’ve got that lead your girlfriend away music
I’ve got that wild, you’ve got that tame music
I’ve got that real, you’ve got that lame music
I’ve got that cosign, labels wanna sign the work of art
Belong in the Tate music
Grime, rap, UK bass music
That real easy to embrace music, and
Any MC that is thinking they’re rough
I’ve got that punch a man in their face music
That serve you [?] ace music
Black, white, don’t watch race music
Still here, kept my faith music
Ten years, never made no fake music
Man have been making that great music
You need to make that stay in your lane music
Cuh 2016, I’ll be touring Australia
Second time round like

[Pre-Hook: P Money]
I’ve been killing shows with no deal
I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

[Hook: P Money]
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, they don’t even know
How it feels when you’re
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it

[Verse 2: Stormzy]
If you’re gonna send then send for the top
Look, trust me, I get it (calm)
I’ll take that shot and I’ll take that shot
Yeah, I’m photogenic (calm)
But when I spray back and I ended careers
Don’t tell me to dead it (‘llow it)
Bare of these MCs hate me
But they still see me and beg it (pussies)
And I still came back with the game on my lap
Like “nobody move” (no one)
Tryna take care of my Gs
Ain’t tryna see nobody lose
But man try come for my team, I’ll dun him off
My man thought he’s a G, stop running off
I’ve got a crown and you’ve got a crown
But rudeboy, this crown here ain’t coming off (‘llow it)

[Pre-Hook: P Money]
I’ve been killing shows with no deal
I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

[Hook: P Money]
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, they don’t even know
How it feels when you’re
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it

[Verse 3: P Money]
Yo, I was one of the youngers that you couldn’t send shop
Yeah, I was a mummy’s boy, but never soft
I boxed man that thought they couldn’t get boxed
Topped MCs that thought they couldn’t be topped
When I flow on the riddim, I never get lost
When you flow on the riddim, you’re told “get lost”
Labels wanna know how I keep going hard
Thought I took a pill cuh my ting never went flop
Complete control, I could never get dropped
There was never a show that never went off
Milking it for so long and it never went off
Don’t know why, maybe it’s cause I never went pop
Helped out the game, man did that a lot
Bring us down to festivals, did that a lot
Man can chat shit about me doing dubstep
Told grime police man never bread cops
So I still spray on dubstep now, and what?
Wait, cut the beat out, let me talk to these lot
Let’s talk P, I’m on about me
First grime act packing at Wireless? Me
Spraying on “Eskimo” at Wireless? Me
Five years straight and still tireless? Me
When everybody got a deal and did what they feel
Who was here releasing grime CDs? Me and Jme
Grime tracks on every single EP? Me
Young MC that was duppying pirate? Me
Big MC still duppying pirate? Me
Doing shows worldwide, play a man’s vocal
Showing their country that it’s not just me
Who was doing that at the time? No one, me
There was more but I can’t fit it in a sixteen
Man just better respect me

[Pre-Hook: P Money]
I’ve been killing shows with no deal
I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

[Hook: P Money]
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, they don’t even know
How it feels when you’re
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it

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P Money – Panasonicl

[Hook]
All I can do is laugh at man
MCs want me to go HAM
Until I eff one up on the tarmac, fam
Man does road, man do shows
I’ll dash 32 bars at man
Big enterprise, I’m Star Trek, man
I’ll be real cause I can’t act, fam

[Verse 1: P Money]
Sonic
Came through the street as a fighter
And found my way through like Sonic
I was putting South on the map
When it was all Bluetooth, Sonic
Man don’t wanna clash me
They’re scared of what I would do
When it comes to the best
Think it’s all about you?
How come Wiley never said
He’s on point like you? Sonic (Sonic Boom)
Why’d you think man can’t say my name for views?
I ain’t gotta practice underground or train
To show em’ you’re just another tramp on the tube
Boy Better Know my OG’z crew
Word to Jme, I will mute and slew
Every single one of these online youths
With shit lyrics about the price of shoes, dickhead

[Hook x2]
All I can do is laugh at man
MCs want me to go HAM
Until I eff one up on the tarmac, fam
Man does road, man do shows
I’ll dash 32 bars at man
Big enterprise, I’m Star Trek, man
I’ll be real cause I can’t act, fam

[Verse 2: P Money]
Indirect and I’ll direct man to your house, Sonic
I’ve been holding back like the force
Is about to come out like Sonic
I was gonna call Chip and tell him to put a verse down
But he might lick an MC down and then
They’ll diss me and I’ll see them like “What now?”
Sonic (Sonic Boom)
Can’t say I am not one of the best in the scene
Wanna get stressed? Wanna get front teeth?
I got lyrics and flows that will bun your beliefs
You know I got metaphors and I got punches
But I don’t wanna talk about my beefs
South East London streets made me
Anybody say different is a chief

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P Money – Man’s Involved

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Post-Hook: P Money]
Mandem’s involved
Lightskin gyal on the road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Bare man tekked off your road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Dem boy already know, yeah, mandem’s involved

[Verse 1: P Money]
I ain’t never been no one’s younger
I’ve got a big man gyal in man’s jumper
Big money and a private bank card
You ain’t even got a private place on your bumper
Got a claim in when I get the bumper
Big ting cat, see your girl’s bumper
Call register full of my number
Got a man screaming “what the bumba?”
Got a text, last night was heavy (wave)
Off of that Cîroc Red Berry (wave)
Did it like all the stars on telly (wave)
True say, she’d seen me on telly (mad)
Who’s got the Riz? Who’s got the Henny?
Waviest gang, turn a room to a ferry
Bare foul play, no signs of a penny
OGz are involved, everyone’s ready (OGz)

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Verse 2]
Just hold the bacon
And touch the road, got a rave and the mandem’s involved
Anybody touching me and my Gs
Dun know say the mandem’s involved
If you’re on chilling in the VIP
Smoking that, you ain’t for me becuh man’s involved
From day one, I said I’m gonna make it
And when I make it, I’ll get the mandem involved
Everybody knows we’re OGz
We’ll run the world, mandem’s on a roll
Run up with all my Gs, if you want it with my Gs
Dun know, man’s gonna roll
Drrrrrr
You don’t wanna hear the drumroll
Make a man lose his soul
See me with something, more time, got it from the roads

[Verse 3: Little Dee]
Turn out when I turn up
If I turn up, it’s a turnout
Heart racing like a Lambo
Club smoking like a burnout
You turn up with your hater on
I turn up with Alligators on
I spent a lot but I blame it on
That Hennessy and them jägerbombs
Money comes, then money goes
Kicked off and I’m the one involved
Forget gym, I let belly grow
Then work it off when I’m running road
Drink driving in a two-seater
Three litres, drunk two litres
Hennessy and that red Cîroc
Hit the cops, then I’m jetting off

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Verse 4: Blacks]
Man know me
I don’t ring man’s phone
Rave off ends
I’m already involved
Might jump in the car
Cruise control
Man’s going 120
Man’s never been slow
Three shows this week
I’m getting this dough
Man’s gotta go hard
Baby at home
And plus, I like
Expensive clothes
Hoes on me
Cause I’m getting this dough

[Verse 5]
So, who’s involved?
I’ll leave no one when I come to your zones
Any war talk, I’m rising chrome
Diss OGz, I’ll take off your dome
Your place ain’t safe if I come to your home
I keep it real so I should be cold
Can you hear my lyrical tone?
Like D Double, bad to the bone
On my block, you don’t wanna roll
Jewels get taken, I’m involved
Call my plug and it all gets sold
Just like Homer, I get doh
Still move drugs, so ring my phone
I’ve got what you want if you can’t cope
Go ask your wifey, trust me, she knows
She’s in my trap, playing with her nose

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Post-Hook: P Money]
Mandem’s involved
Lightskin gyal on the road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Bare man tekked off your road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Dem boy already know, yeah, mandem’s involved

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P Money – Don’t Holla at Me

[Intro: Tee]
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Yo (Splurgeboys), yo

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, check this
Certain man talk more than a chick
Dropping names in next man’s biz
While he speaks, I was thinking (prick)
Listen, man, about financed whips
These times, man ah man knows who he is
I ain’t got time, I don’t wanna hear this
Dissing your own darg, you sound like a bitch
All because they didn’t follow man back
Feminine, you ain’t got a man’s back
You told him you would ride or die, then exposed him
Bet you didn’t tell him ’bout that (go on)
Rah, thought you were co-Ds
So why you telling me that he owes P?
07961 074964
Tell him what you told me

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 2: P Money]
Some of these girls get me vexed (vexed)
All they wanna do is talk about my ex (ex)
My expression shows no interest (none)
While she speaks, I was thinking “sket”
Talking what you don’t know, you’re such a beg (beg)
Acting like you don’t ever have sex (none)
Backstage, had her up against the wall
Squad goals when I bend it over like Becks (mad)
Now she wanna talk about man (mad ting)
Dem tings dere, I can’t stand (sad ting)
Had to ask her if she knows Vardy (why?)
All she does is chat shit and get banged
Talking like we just played dominoes
Like you weren’t backstage, getting deep panned
Ignoring his calls when he rang
That’s how I know that you link ’nuff man

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla

[Bridge: Tee]
Why’s my man hollering at me for?
How did he get my number?
Why’s that girl hollering at me for?
How did she get my number?
Cuh right now, man not too sure
Wonder, oh, I wonder
Cuh right now, man not too sure
You gave him my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)

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P Money – Conspiracy Don

[Partial Hook]
L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Verse 1]
Everybody talking gang
Till they really seen my gang
I don’t wanna hear nobody chatting ’bout ride and bang
You wouldn’t even drive in the van
These youts really haven’t got a clue about man
I’ll give you a clue about man
I’ve got friends that fought undies with the opps
They pulled up on a man (buss it, buss it)
Feds caught one in the hand
I can’t roll with some man
How can I get nicked? You get nicked
But they only wanna charge man
Couldn’t even wait till you got to the station
I bet you snitched in the van
Now man’s got P phoning my bredrins
Yo, when you see dem man
Real conspiracy man

[Hook]
South L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Verse 2]
What you mean, “wah gwan, cool”?
Me and dem man are not cool
I don’t wanna hear nobody saying they know me from school
Been a lot of years since school
Blud, these pussyholes don’t even know what I’m called
Man ain’t Peter or Paul
When I walked in the room with the longest tool
Man thought I’d come to play pool (buss it, buss it)
Holes in chests and walls, I can’t roll with these fools
A man raps hard, when they get nicked
Not one of them turn Ja Rule
Violate me, you won’t be able, MAC-10 trigger gets pulled
So many holes in your whip, you’ll have to get pulled
If that was us getting pulled (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy rules

[Hook]
South L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Partial Hook]
L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun

[Hook]
South L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Outro]
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it

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P Money – Gunfingers

[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place like bap bap
Remember those days 20 man in a rave
And another 20 getting through the back back
No one here kicks ball for the England team
But everybody’s got caps caps
Some of these bad boys ain’t here to rave
You will not find them in no snapchats
Nah but you can find them in the back
Gunfinger left hand right hand yak
Man’s on the stage front door’s for the yats
Shutdown mode reloads are on tap
Big crowd reaction whenever I chat
Run to the deck, pull it back back
Peak, I don’t know why she’s on that
I guess P Money’s just got it like that cos

[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…

[Verse 2: Jme]
You might see on my road in a P90
Or leng online with a P90
You could ask P ’bout me
Man get burst like rapid photography
It’s mad on stage
Security wanna vibes and rave
Hand on my shoulder, gunfingers on the other hand
And a big smile on their face
Fam, ‘llow it, if I ever get
Another touch of the mic then it’s curtains
Ah fam, ‘llow it, pull up in a Merc
But hop on the mic, you’re not merking
Ah fam, ‘llow it, man ain’t ever gonna
Race certain man and I’m certain
So fam, ‘llow it, tell a man already
In the haunted house, it ain’t working

[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…

[Verse 3: Wiley]
Came in the game with a tenner for the subs
Now I’m running the game just like Jay-Z
If you ain’t got a real drive or a love for the money
Then I’m sure you’re gonna hate me
If I’m in the summer that water, dry mouth
That is gonna dehydrate me
Man wanna control my music career
But none of them man there don’t pay me
Jump off a cliff and I land on my feet
Cause I’m busting a cape just like Batman
If yellow dots mean points
Then I’m snapping them up just like Pacman
Living in number 10 Downing Street
You will never see a…
Blud, I eat so much food right now
Should be looking like a…

[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…

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P Money –

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don’t play, this is not EA
Minimum wage? Promoter, behave
Make sure I’ve got a rider onstage
And three hotel rooms, prepaid
Got a big lyric called “what did he say?”
When I start it, the crowd say “what did he say?”
But I don’t repeat it on the third line
But I hit ’em with the fourth like “what did he say?”
Cause I’m grimy when I’m rhyming with my hood up
In quick time and when I ride in, I get a pull-up
If it’s a hype ting, we’ll slide in when I pull up
DM sliding when I glide in, skrrt, pull up
I does this, then man shoulda, woulda, coulda
I got clarity, dem man dududududu
I’m P Money in a snapback and my hood up
But I’m Wiley to every single girl that I stood up, cause

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 2]
Yo, fam, let me tell you why I’m nang
Probably the first grime man in Japan
Every single MC that clashed me ran
Left with their girlfriends, I left with their fans
Money Over Everyone, yeah, that was me
Put together dubstep and grime, that was me
Bosnia, Russia, Australia, Croatia
Can’t forget Germany, bro, that was me
If you wanna spar me, you are barmy, you need an army
You ain’t dark, G, can’t dark me cause I’m a darkie
Can’t harm me, run up, charge me or disarm me
I’m old school but I ain’t Atari, bro, wallahi
My conservative labour works more than a party
Nah, G, on my own, I was calling the party
Humble with it, but I’ll get a D Double rewind
If you might see me go back to being nasty

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 3]
Like yo, let me tell you why I’m cold
Made a lot of bangers, [?]
“Slang Like This”, man, you already know
“10/10” now, you already know
Younger than them but I was one of the seniors
Badded up festivals and I done arenas
They ain’t even done this and they was on a major
I ain’t even dropped no album, idiots
Zim zimma, I was getting bigger and bigger
They couldn’t say I weren’t the winner when I got in the bimmer
They can’t buy my style, I’ll six-figure the bidder
They call me chinchilla cause I’ll put their chin on a chiller, it’s mad
Are you hearing the way I’ve been flowing? It’s mad
All the rates and the raves I’ve been going, it’s mad
Lowkey at the show so we go in the back
When your chick picks me up, we go in the back

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

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P Money – 10/10

[Intro]
Yeah
Live on the mic, you know who is in charge
Who’s in charge, live on the mic you know who’s in charge
Live on decks, you know who’s in charge plus
Live on the mic, you know who is in charge
Come again?
Who’s in charge, live on the mic you know who’s in charge
Live on decks, you know who’s in charge
It’s (Sounds of the Sir)

[Hook]
10 out of 10
This one right here, 10 out of 10
It’s Money Man pon mic and Spyro on deck
10 out of 10
She don’t look like the type, but she just likes grime
10 out of 10
If her face is an 8, it’s okay cause her back’s
10 out of 10
The vibe in my ends, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Leeds, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Manny, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Scotland, 10 out of 10
Can’t forget Bristol, Newcastle or Birmingham
Dun know, 10 out of 10
And if you can’t go Dam, come South London
Cause we got the 10 out of 10

[Verse 1]
Yo, keep it raw to the core
Big BMW, me plus four
Came to the dance 21 man deep
Cause everybody with me’s got a plus four
Head start, prepare the four plus four
See me with a few grime dons on tour
I don’t really watch football but when you’re in Nottingham
You gotta phone Sketch for the score
I got them like give me more, give me more
What did he say? Give me more, give me more
Four reloads got a next man sore
Can’t hide that fact, everyone saw
Gyal are like rah, never seen him before
10 out of 10, have you seen him before?
Everybody’s trying to the best in the war
I’m already the best and I’ve been to the war
Cool, cool, cool

[Hook]
10 out of 10
This one right here, 10 out of 10
It’s Money Man pon mic and Spyro on deck
10 out of 10
She don’t look like the type, but she just likes grime
10 out of 10
If her face is an 8, it’s okay cause her back’s
10 out of 10
The vibe in my ends, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Leeds, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Manny, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Scotland, 10 out of 10
Can’t forget Bristol, Newcastle or Birmingham
Dun know, 10 out of 10
And if you can’t go Dam, come South London
Cause we got the 10 out of 10

[Verse 2]
Yo, man’s overly trill
Certain man are getting gassed over a wheel
These times they ain’t even got no whip
Tell me, what you gonna do with that wheel?
Do what I want, how I want, when I feel
It’s all La Roux when I go for the kill
Short skirt girls wanna go for a meal
Pass me the drink, let me make it a deal
Know what I’m like, know that I’m real
She knows what I’m like, knows that I’m real
Came in the game with the OGz still
Live on the stage with the OGz still
Who’s paying me, who’s got the bill?
What day, where is it, who’s on the bill?
Eskimo Dance, serious skill
Wanna sign me? Better have a serious deal
Cool, cool, cool

[Hook]
10 out of 10
This one right here, 10 out of 10
It’s Money Man pon mic and Spyro on deck
10 out of 10
She don’t look like the type, but she just likes grime
10 out of 10
If her face is an 8, it’s okay cause her back’s
10 out of 10
The vibe in my ends, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Leeds, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Manny, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Scotland, 10 out of 10
Can’t forget Bristol, Newcastle or Birmingham
Dun know, 10 out of 10
And if you can’t go Dam, come South London
Cause we got the 10 out of 10

[Bridge]
P, know that it’s me
When you hear this tune, know that it’s me
P to the M, O to the N to the E to the Y
We’re OGz
On top of that, we’re OG
Snapbacks on sale, you can wear OGz
Wanna be me? Cause when you look over here
You can see 10s rolling with me
P, know that it’s me
When you hear this tune, know that it’s me
P to the M, O to the N to the E to the Y
We’re OGz
On top of that, we’re OG
Snapbacks on sale, you can wear OGz
Wanna be me? Cause when you look over here
You can see 10s rolling with me

[Hook]
10 out of 10
This one right here, 10 out of 10
It’s Money Man pon mic and Spyro on deck
10 out of 10
She don’t look like the type, but she just likes grime
10 out of 10
If her face is an 8, it’s okay cause her back’s
10 out of 10
The vibe in my ends, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Leeds, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Manny, 10 out of 10
The vibe up in Scotland, 10 out of 10
Can’t forget Bristol, Newcastle or Birmingham
Dun know, 10 out of 10
And if you can’t go Dam, come South London
Cause we got the 10 out of 10

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Pouya – We All Not Shit

[Intro]
Ay, yuh

[Hook]
We all not shit, we all not shit
I’m on my shit, I’m on my shit
I’m on my own, I’m all alone
I feel no one, I stay at home
Don’t leave my room, I feel consumed
My life is doomed
Where am I going with this?
Am I too grown for this?
Am I too young to die?
Too much a man to cry
Too much pride to lie
Someone tell me why
Why these hoes all on me now?
They used to never look my way
If the check bounce back tonight
Would you still wanna give me face?
Where am I going with this?
Am I too grown for this?
Am I too young to die?
Too much a man to cry
Too much pride to lie
Someone tell me why
Someone tell me why
Someone tell me why
Aye, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
I don’t respect the hoes I fuck
Only known me from Get Buck
They still proceed to swallow nut
No questions asked, they pullin’ up
Why do you fuck with the kid?
How do you know where I live?
Have you been stalking me lately?
Gotta keep my gun off the safety

[Hook]
We all not shit, we all not shit
I’m on my shit, I’m on my shit
I’m on my own, I’m all alone
I feel no one, I stay at home
Don’t leave my room, I feel consumed
My life is doomed
Where am I going with this?
Am I too grown for this?
Am I too young to die?
Too much a man to cry
Too much pride to lie
Someone tell me why
Why these hoes all on me now?
They used to never look my way
If the check bounce back tonight
Would you still wanna give me face?

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Kodak Black – Down N Out (Freestyle)

Kodak
Project baby and you know that
They say this beat dead (ghetto child)
Imma bring it back to life
And no this not my beat
I swear to god (project baby)

Yea I’m young and from the projects
Stolen cars, but I’m gettin money now, so I bought a jet
She want me to love her
Eat that pussy good
Slide it in her ass
But I’m not familiar with that
I’m not the student at the front seat of the class
Teachers pet a class clown, cuz I ain’t go to class
Why go to school I know all I need to know and I’m gettin cash for gold money, so why should I pass now?
I’m sitting on a crate, chillin in the shade
Fresh cut, kodak fade, on my corner with them thangs
Come and getcho a pillow sack 5 for 20, I got nicks and dimes, whatcho want my zone high grade
She wit you, fade away
Money come everyday
You can get it anyway
See I’m gettin it everyway
Lil kodak, silly me I’m Mr. K
Where is my K
Super cold n save the day
I keep me fucking all these hoes
And I cant be making friends, imma be you foes
You don’t know, they be hatin on the low
I’m that lil nigga from the know
That lil zone
I’ll be polo to the floor
Boy don’t act like you don’t know
I came up shootin dice by the dope hole
Throwing looks to the youngest nigga I hear post it on the stove
Snatchin chains I fell in love with that gold
She be shiny, she so pretty, boy I love that hoe
My people be tryna tell me leave the streets alone
But they see I just wont listen, they say just let him go
They got me at runnin back and now I’m running them back
And koot say when I get older ill be running the sack
I’m that rachet chick baker rat maniac wheres that, pockets fat, hit my first slit I don’t know how to act
Them crackers say I look like lil boosie
Plus I rock the boosie
They call me boosie
They say I’m so easy to catch
They say I’m ADHD, schizophrenic
My pistol panic
Get you’ll be fine, get nervous, I can’t handle it
Project baby and you know that I am him
My nigga found me, he was wit me shootin in the gym
I was settin him up for 3s, but I was scoring more then him
He wanted to be the team, grabbed my balls straight off the rim
My main bitch be trippin
She not my main, but the only reason she my main, cuz I don’t got no other bitches
I be stolo, slidin foreign she be nervous when she in it
I be drivin on the molly’s
I be rollin like a philly
Ghetto child post it wit that 9 like ibaka
Ugly corner jet forty cal hit you like aaron locker
Lil nigga, big ole pistol, I can’t shoot no choppa
Rock designer fabric, I’m proud of florida like harry potta

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Gucci Mane – AAAA

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m twerking birds in so we working [x3]
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you’d think he had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my ‘Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil’ in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”

[Verse 2: – Juiceman]
I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I’m fuckin’ with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

[Hook]

Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

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Young Thug – Beat it ft. Jeremih

[Intro]
I really don’t give a fuck about what you niggas sayin’ man
How you niggas feel, nigga I’m bloody
It’s the motherfuckin’ death of me ya dig
I’ll tell you motherfuckers one thing, I’m sayin’

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Hey, I’ve been chillen in-between a couple condos
Dollar bills, real shit on my own
I got it all around, now let me show you what I wanna see
I admit me and Thugger throw pies on it
That’s right me got some titties and thighs on it
I’m gonna fuck around and beat it, put some miles on you
I Know you’ll let me if I ask, Gon shawty bring that ass on
Shawty bring that ass on, legs up put ’em to the sky for me
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it up, stroke it for Thugger
I’mma fuck her with my ice on my poley
Beat lil shawty, fiend for shawty, eat lil shawty up, up, up
Everything presidential, King Tut, what?
Beat that pussy from the back
Beat that pussy from the side, beat that pussy up
Baby get that pussy wet
And I’mma slip in, I’mma slide in and eat that pussy up
Heat it up, eat it up, baby girl, I’m (?)
Hey, I need whole Santa Claus motherfuckers
Suck my balls while it jiggle
And I’m havin’ stripes just like a zebra
Drop top Bentley come through screamin’ on you people
Drinkin’ lean is my motherfuckin’ thing
Same bed as T.I.P. cause I’m a king
Tuck my chain in, I swear it still bling
You ain’t never need anything
Motherfucker what ever you think
Your old lady gon wink, pussy nigga you know

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

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MOANA – How Far I’ll Go

I’ve been staring at the edge of the water
Long as I can remember
Never really knowing why
I wish I could be the perfect daughter
But I come back to the water
No matter how hard I try
Every turn I take, every trail I track
Every path I make, every road leads back
To the place I know where I cannot go
Where I long to be
See the line where the sky meets the sea?
It calls me
And no one knows
How far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know
If I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go
I know everybody on this island seems so happy, on this island
Everything is by design
I know everybody on this island has a role, on this island
So maybe I can roll with mine
I can lead with pride, I can make us strong
I’ll be satisfied if I play along
But the voice inside sings a different song
What is wrong with me?
See the light as it shines on the sea?
It’s blinding
But no one knows
How deep it goes
And it seems like it’s calling out to me
So come find me
And let me know
What’s beyond that line, will I cross that line?
See the line where the sky meets the sea?
It calls me
And no one knows
How far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know
How far I’ll go

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Gucci Mane – Drove U Crazy

[Intro]
Gucci tiller
Brr Brr Brr

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Pull up in a lamb, drive you crazy
She wanna ride the wave

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about them colors you showed me
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about them colors you showed me
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me

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Lil Durk – Hard Shit

[Intro: Kid Wonder, Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
KidWonder did you make this beat?
Gang!
64 hundred on ’em shits
Gang!
Dope
It’s your boy Lil Reesey checkin’ in
You rockin’ with my nigga DJ Bandz
300 to nuttin’
HoodRich bitch!
Let’s get it!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costume
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bro call we takin’ doors off
Pour a pint and I might doze off
‘Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off
Free my boy De-De he like O-Dog
Name ringin’ bells my whole family stars
Most niggas doin’ drills out the family car
We ain’t got no chill, we ain’t got no chill
Labels gave me Mills I told my killas kill
Niggas say they real but they ain’t really real
Can’t trust ’em like we dead and niggas killin’ kids
Smith and Wesson nina, takin’ out his dreads
I’m off the drank, I’m off the percs and they both meds

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costume
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
These niggas bitches they don’t want it
A lotta killas put ’em on ya
My niggas with it you don’t want it
We point the fingers then they on it
Fuck all that talkin’ it ain’t nothin’
Pull up with choppas get to bustin’
A lot of niggas get to runnin’
Watch all yo’ niggas get to runnin’
Fuck all that talkin’, let’s get the money
Lil Durk he with me yeah that’s my brother
We ain’t lettin’ that money come between us
Back then used to ride around the (?)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costume
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Outro: Lil Durk]
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs

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Lil Durk – Too Late

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with some niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for the glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 shots from this Smith & why they trippin’
2 shots from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas what’s the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so do the Macarena, ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was overseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga in his shit watch the gun show

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

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Lil Durk – Rico

[Verse 1]
Choppa chopped his ass
Photo boxed his ass
On that block with MACs
Niggas drop for MACs
That’s a homi nigga
Rondo caught a body nigga
He a still body niggas
Babies in the traphouse
Johnson Johnson nigga
How the fuck you wildin’ niggas
Niggas’ hoes be robbin’ niggas
Kiilas with me from all blocks
All Glocks so call God
And we slidin’ no hidin’
You down, you cosign
Fuck him up but his bitch just sucked me up
Late night with them sticks
Hit the city fuck the diss
High speed I’m with the shits
I can’t take another risk
And I’m cool with hearin’ shit
I can’t take another diss
And I always want a draco
You can X that off the list
And we slide down yo’ block
Hoping niggas that I miss
Boom ’em right back around
Hit up whoever miss
Never put that pole down
I’m from where it go down
Rico!

[Hook]
I seen my homie kill my other homie
We call that nigga Rico
Niggas say they pull up on em’ or somethin’
Watch out for that fuckin’ Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico

[Verse 2]
Take somethin’, from my woes gon’ shake somethin’
And my jewels is wraith money
68 back that straight money
Police want me off the streets
Take my kids away from me
See them lawyers never cheap
60k for them to speak
No time for Rico
My homie snaked like Rico
That boys’ daddy is (?)
My name is built like Jango
I gotta watch it now
Heard he want the top and shit
Heard he want the block and shit
And my car and watch and shit
And I think he coppin’ shit
Not a bird, he cops and shit
I’m a real nigga and that boy the opposite
You gon’ have that one homie that’s gon’ hate on you
He gon’ get that bag and take off, ain’t gon’ wait on you
Gang Gang!

[Hook]
I seen my homie kill my other homie
We call that nigga Rico
Niggas say they pull up on em’ or somethin’
Watch out for that fuckin’ Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico

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Lil Durk – They Forgot

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang! Gang!
We started this shit nigga, they know
Niggas cross me, they know
Talkin’ I ain’t did shit for ’em, they know
Pussy niggas, I cut ’em off, bitch
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bitch Nigga
And I gave ’em cash, I’m a rich nigga
Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga
And I fuck his bitch, I give her dick nigga
Now tell ’em every reason why you sick nigga
And I’m the reason why you got them bricks nigga
Sneak dissin’, catch him by himself, ain’t got a stick with him
100 thousand jewels, I call my lil’ bitch a [?] nigga
Would say I hope you OD but I don’t jinx
Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga
Talkin’ ’bout I don’t do shit for the fam, bitch I’m from the Lam
100 here, 100 thou’
Free my niggas out the jail
I’ll never rat
50K, I drop it out the sac
Bike life
Slide on that Banchee, on lil’ Meek’s ass
Nightlife
Slide to his crib, I’ma creep his ass
Left, right
3, 4 times, I’ma beat his ass
If came with us, I swear to God we’ll leave his ass

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Niggas in Chicago [?], them niggas is lyin’
Think about fuckin’ with mine, them niggas dyin’
Bitch got me poppin’ a Perc, I took a few a slime
Free the guys doin’ real time, 22 and 9
Even though they want 1,000 pennies, niggas won’t drop a dime
They know we fuckin’ hoes in the city
Fuck with us and never call a bitch back
I’m the nigga, follow who?
Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter
Watch this shit, go and get my own
With no asking shit
Past this shit, classic shit
I might fuck a ratchet bitch
Bitch I’m me, I can fuck for free
30K to see
Bitches mad, got ’em mad at me
People hated me
Super sauce, I’m a super boss
Killas super off
Niggas hoes, niggas super salty
And I got designer, Loubs and all
Niggas straight snitches, just to lose ’em all
Nigga what, nigga who is y’all
Bernie take ’em off!
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

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Lil Durk – Young Niggas

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A 100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk work ’cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

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Lil Durk – Street Life (Outro)

[Intro: DJ Bigga Rankin]
“See the goal, is always gonna be get out the streets. You’ll see quitting while you’re here means ending one chapter and starting a new one. I’mma keep the trigger off safety and, my eyes on the prize. God got my back and, my balls gonna make sure I stand 10 toes down. Middle finger to the muthafuckin’ world! Durk, end this chapter!”

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Summertime shootouts
Everybody a shooter
Glock poppin’ now before this
Everybody had rugers
I was broke and I was down, now I’m all about the mula
(?) bitches super desperate, I call her ass a cougar
Hit a (?) got no traffic, bro call my ass a uber
Can’t starve I gotta make it, I’mma turn this shit a movie
Black opps, niggas know I’m the wack opps
I’m the face, no mascot
300 pounds of jackpot and I used to sell-
Dummy bags for the ps you come short
Dopeboy 20k got a choppa on the porch
I got a choppa on the porch and a yopper in the (?)
I got four of ’em in the bush
You ever had to wake up to yo’ mans like he’s somebody else
(?) I’m lookin’ up like Lord somebody help
I can’t feel my face I swear I feel I’m by myself
I’ve been to war nobodys left

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Street life
I’m tryna make it out this street life
I’m tryna make it out this street, oooh
Yea, yeaah, street life

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Hermes sneaks, I’m just kickin’ flavor
(?) booth tryna make a hit, like imma kick it later
30k a show, I’m tryna get the 80
And get my mama a new crib, and brother new Mercedes
And get my niggas out the trap, my sister out the Navy
And get Zayden from his mama, I know them bitches hate me
And yeah the streets ravin’, can’t count nobody out, (?)
(?), and get the keys to the lamb
Appartments to a mansion, school pants to fashion
(?) dog food, not a pantry
Fo nem learned the hard way, dog food and the hard way
I used to trap up out that hallway

[Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Street life
Rest in peace to my niggas that never made it out of the street life, cause everybody don’t make it out
I’m tryna make it out that street life
Yeaah, make it out the street life

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Lil Durk – Rider Chick

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
In her DM and I’ll (?) with him
These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Taught her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

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Mike Stud – Shine on em

(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

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24hrs – Madonna

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Sonny Bass & Chasner – Africa

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Popcaan – Christmas Gift

Intro:
Yeah now
Ahh, woo yoi
Jingle Bell ina yu belly
Jingle bell ina yu belly
Mek badman jingle bell ina yu bely
Jingle bell ina yu belly
Yow

Verse 1:
Mi a wonder if you catch my drift
Kaa your pu**y a mi Christmas gift
And, me love how yu breast dem stiff
Lawd, your body a mi Christmas gift
Tru mi Love yu wine pan yu toe and tip
Gyal, your body a mi Christmas gift
And no pu**y no tight so a di tightest this
Mi never get a love like this

Hook:
Then baby, come make me gi yu some stiff cocky
A Popcaan mek di pu**y happy
She a ride it slow and quick like a big jocky
Bring the pu**y fi mi kidnap it
Fi mi kidnap it
Gyal your body wet like a water sap it
She say a boyfriend a shaker, photocopy
She feel di ting a grow di more mi knock it
She say fi cum ina di pus**Y poppy

Pre-Chorus:
Gyal mi mek yu live a high life
When she whyne right pan di pipeline, yeah
Introduce yu to nightlife, better my love
She call me tyhe boss Andre
When me mek she live di highlife
Say she feel nice when the weed light yeah
Gyal me love yu ina real life
Yu make me feel nice
Do wey you feel like yeah

Chorus:
Badman jingle bell ina yu belly
Jingle bell ina yu belly
Mek badman jingle bell ina yu belly, wei
Jingle bell ina yu belly

Verse 2:
Gyal, yu pu**y good a musi gold dat
Shake up yu batty then yu roll that
Anytime yu a wine gyal a roadblock
See mi ball dem ya gyal
Control that, woi
Bwai no ha gyal dem a idiot
Fat pu**y sher and ranae cross di toll that
Gyal a say mi cocky longer than a pole that
A no ina yu belly a ina yu soul that

Pre-Chorus:
Gyal mi mek yu live a high life
When she whyne right pan di pipeline, yeah
Introduce yu to nightlife, better my love
She call me tyhe boss Andre
When me mek she live di highlife
Say she feel nice when the weed light yeah
Gyal me love yu ina real life
Yu make me feel nice
Do wey you feel like yeah

Chorus:
Badman jingle bell ina yu belly
Jingle bell ina yu belly
Mek badman jingle bell ina yu belly, wei
Jingle bell ina yu belly

Verse 3:
Gyal Mi a wonder if you catch my drift
Kaa your pu**y a mi Christmas gift
And, me love how yu breast dem stiff
Lawd, your body a mi Christmas gift
Tru mi Love yu wine pan yu toe and tip
Gyal, your body a mi Christmas gift
And no pu**y no tight so a di tightest this
Mi never get a love like this

Outro:
Yeah now
Wo yoi
Yeah now
Mek badman…..

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Keke Palmer Ft. TeeFlii – Fake Love (Remix)

[Dj Carisma]

[Intro]
Uh-uh
Say what, say what, say what?
HAHAH

[Hook]
He don’t even know me
Acting like he want me
Good girl gone bad
Getting nasty with you
Middle fingers to the one’s that be hatin’
Roll up like a joint let me smoke with ya

I won’t put no stress on ya
Running my fingers through your dreads
I’m always there for ya
Let me, I’m ready

I’m down, down (down, down)
Down
Yeah
You know what it is (what it is)
(I don’t like it) and I don’t like it
You say you got all this feeling
But your actions ain’t convincing me

Turn me up, don’t turn me down
You don’t want me
Don’t be acting clueless
You know this is true shit
I just act like I don’t care
‘Cause you be on that bullshit

[Hook]
He don’t even know me
Acting like he own me
Good girl gone bad
Gettin’ [?] with you
Middle fingers to the one’s that be hatin’
Roll up like the joy and let me smoke with ya

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll put no stress on ya
Running my fingers to your dress
I’m always there for you
Let me, I’m ready

I’m down, down (down, down)
It is what it is

It is, what it is, oh girl
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Sep 10, Bryka – Upgrade Lyrics

This is not a song about hype or ego

This is a song about gratitude and progress
No matter how small it is

No no no no no yeah

Watch yah now
Last year me did a struggle
But me gwaan hold the faith
True me done know the out come
A to the father me pray
Confident me determine
Me decide fi make a change
Like me bredda I Octane
Jah ago put I on a different page

Gonna let me own a Bentley a Benz
Gonna let me grow up with rich rich friends
Still a be grateful still a give thanks
But me know say me upgrade now
Regular me frass because me nuh eat
Remember the days pon the cold concrete
Jah me still a praise still a give thanks
But me know say me upgrade now

Ghetto yutes keep hustling
Keep a positive mind
Just work fi you own things
Never get badmind
The negative vibes let it go
Never say you did weh you never do
Stay focus jah will bless you too
And if you foot slip inna rich you go go wooohoo

Gonna let me own a Bentley a Benz
Gonna let me grow up with rich rich friends
Still a be grateful still a give thanks
But me know say me upgrade now
Regular me frass because me nuh eat
Remember the days pon the cold concrete
Jah me still a praise still a give thanks
But me know say me upgrade now

Upgrade now, me know say me upgrade now
Me upgrade now, payday man upgrade now
We upgrade now
Different life.. no no no me upgrade

Gonna let me own a Bentley a Benz
Gonna let me grow up with rich rich friends
Still a be grateful still a give thanks
But me know say me upgrade now
Regular me frass because me nuh eat
Remember the days pon the cold concrete
Jah me still a praise still a give thanks
But me know say me upgrade now

Upgrade now, me know say me upgrade now
Me upgrade now, payday man upgrade now
We upgrade now
Different life.. no no no me upgrade

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Sep 10, Spanner Banner – Michelle Lyrics

Yeah yeah

I feel the fire and its burning in my soul

Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah
Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah

As a young man, brought up with fear never to trust no one
No, but baby when I meet you I see the woman in you
I see the right thing to do
Without contemplation baby you are the one

Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah

Feeling up-tight
Feeling like a man locked up in a cell
Feeling up-tight
Waiting for someone to get things right
And there you were yeah
Baby there you were…ahhh

Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah

Head over, head over heel
I hope this feeling never die
Hey, I pray this feeling never die
I feel the fire burning burning in my soul
I feel the fire and its burning in my soul

Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah

Like William Tell
I send my arrow thru your heart
Like William Tell
I send my arrow thru your heart
Hoping the feelings never die
Praying the feelings never die
No no

Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah
Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah

Michelle in my head your name is ringing a bell
Loving it a burn like fire in hell
And totally baby am under your spell..yeah

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Sep 12, Tommy Lee Sparta – Kla Kam (Mavado, Alkaline, Jahmiel, Demarco & Busy Signal Diss) Lyrics

Hey umbre

Down inna yuh face shot a run goh
Wah do dem little boy deh a talk bout badness
Dem know say me evil nuh bombo
Bomboclaat hot like a jungle
Not like yuh soul weh me take and say thank you
Jungle Jeezas bus and bus the cloud up
Make the dark angels dem fly down

Me see bout ten a dem dawg
Puff up everything caah we nuh fraid a dem dawg
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam
We nuh bus no boy head inna no privacy
Me bus boy head mek everybody see
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam

Bald head verses the natty
Me nuh say the killy dem strappy
But you see the RPG weh you sing bout Poppy
If you couldn’t manage it go buss a shotty
The Natty a talk bout ba**y baby
Jah know star, look like him born out a batty
In a 08 when me step pon the gully
And murda two man and me father say fi stop it
44 round the corna me a knock it
Left Alkaline suk pusi face soppy soppy
Murda Busy send him fi go live inna the thrid world
With Capone and Ratty

Jahmiel you a baby out the war
Man we circle you endz and buss out yuh head inna you nappy
World Boss done know say whole a dem a training wheel
And a killing a me hobbie

Me see bout ten a dem dawg
Puff up everything caah we nuh fraid a dem dawg
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam
We nuh bus no boy head inna no privacy

Me bus boy head mek everybody see
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam
Kla kla kla kla tah tah kam kam kam

Say I don’t know when eagles gamble with life
Aaah, mother fuker going early tonight
Aaah, dem boy deh light like a paper
Me we send you right back to yuh maker
Cross the rifle shake up Jamaica
Weh have one a di baddest fuking out a dah earth yah

Demarco nuh stop from call himself fatty
Like him nuh know fatty love siddung pon co*cky
Sleep inna grave like me a Apache
Me we walk pon yuh endz and put down an attachie
BOOOOOOMMMMM
Hmmm…Sparta can’t tame me
Me nuh somebody fi you play with
Hmm…sling shot out dated
So the rifle me sling slue David

Hmmm dem know say me evil
Walk up pon the gullyside me nuh need no veichle
Fly down Jrankcrow
All the bird dem vex when Fidel fly left the Eagle
You a parr wid many men
One soilder me send you think a hundred people
Licence gun can’t save you
Every man get dis-armed and you think you got Eagle

Caah we run the street run the street
Ask Mountain View, Dehnam Town dat
Sparta Buss out head back
Tommy lee me nuh take no box
Rifle burry inna di grung like dead lock
Burry people earth lock
And me nah pick no lock

When we a lock the streets
A nuh K LOCK
Fish inna line, Mr worry man
All you know fi do a siddung and study man
Circle Stashment Studio left dead body pon dead body
Cause unno funny man
True me wah fvk you sister mek you nuh dead already
And she caah set me up caah me dead already
Some wood inna har mind
Like she give me head already