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Raekwon f/ Freddie Gibbs - New Day Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Verse One: Raekwon] What's good scientist talk to me kid, how's life workin? Keep your money up gear killer murkin niggas I'm strong been through the mountains I'm like Martin One spartan I'm guaranteed to blow if you start with me My measurements is ordinates, little bit flashy (True!) Nah I'm lyin I'm all cashmere with glasses Yeah a flashy don come through frontin and shit Light a whole big blunt to this shit We sit around the table here it go it's yours, mines, his Hers, what, this what it does Just keep it in the family all love Let's put the plugs together and cake up build up the buzz I write for real niggas who down, bring your hound with you Throw 'em a jewel with meat on it, mound Did you analyze it like a twenty seven inch, get me the wrench So we can throw niggas from here on to Janovich [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah! Yeah! Chef what's the mu'fuckin signs baby? It's ya nigga Gangsta Gibbs AKA Eastside Slim AKA Freddie Caine mayne, thuggin in this mu'fucker you know what I'm sayin nigga Nigga doin good this year nigga rappin and shit you know what I'm sayin In the booth tourin overseas and shit nigga, ain't really rob no niggas Still sell dope though ngga! [Verse Two: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah! Uh! Bitch I'm from that ski mask school house Well life still complicated intoxicated and gooned out And niggas ain't graduated but they can relate what that tool 'bout That two for ten crack stems needles and spoons out Oooh I need some paper, oooh my fingers itchin Wish that Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for christmas I knew it from my vision two choppers off in my stockin Baking soda yo they locked in you coppin drop a deposit Sign my life right on the dotted line, wrote it in blood Got my uncle wipn down my tires, sold 'em a dub Niggas know I rap but most of my day I rap with my plug 'Fore I see a platinum album I see my day with the judge Fuck it! When I die tell my mama I'm in the mafia Equadorian chick 'bout to scoop me up from Laguardia Part of ya wanna stop but you can't give up the sport Another sold pyrexin the fort, shoutout to East New York....nigga!!! [Outro: Raekwon] Talk to me big homie what's the science? You know what it is nigga we under that buildin heavy All kind of motherfuckin, military shit on nigga! You know what I'm sayin, we organize nothin but realness We put it down in a special way to make e'rybody comfortable If you get out of line he 'gon see I ain't 'gon talk to you I'm just 'gon write it out, you know what I'm sayin? But all this is mu'fuckin real or not cosmetic No little shit over here nigga we wear full size shit Full size gear full size clothes, you know what I'm sayin We travel on a great weight, and we out for the best A shout at every real nigga out that take care of his self Take care of yourself that's number one, you know what I'm sayin 'Cause these kind of lines right here, you might not hear no more These is raw rhymes, these is raw lines, these is like Nigga I'm a profit you already know man

Saigon Ft Tony Collins - Forever Dreamin' Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Intro: Saigon] Yo, I remember Xtra P told Q-Tip don't say the year But I'ma say the year (ohhhhh) The year is 2012 And the reason I'ma say the year cause we lost somebody very special to me Very special to hip-hop, Chris Lighty We love you forever man, c'mon [Chorus: Tony Collins] Ohh, where I'm from it goes down every day Ohh, but still I dream that there's a better way Lord, e'rybody got a problem, make a couple dollars Gotta spend that on a bottle, yeah Ohh, so you can drown all your troubles away Ohh, or you can be what you're destined to be As long as I'm breathin I'ma keep on livin for the dream I believe in Forever dreamin [Saigon] Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Whether crack wars or rap tours, we walkin them dogs with the track jaws Attack frauds, get tossed in the morgue when I blast off Past forward, my criminal task force Last cat and wish him and my path cross it's bat-tle{?} Talkin bad off, I mean really really bad off Let's just say next time you see him you gon' take your hat off Look America, it's Saigon from the Abandoned I'm probabaly one of Harriet Tubman's great-great-great-great-grandkids What the fuck I care about John Paul or Sir Francis? That's two original men as they dances around the answers If we a micro in the macro of crackers, the Earth cancers is willin to go against nature and suffer the circumstances I got the intel of a nigga that studies stem cells Shit'll get ugly in Hell, it's no way it can end well Police got a nigga barred from my own hood Sometimes I think I'm too smart for my own good [Chorus]

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Kid Cudi – King Wizard Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Hook]
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
It’s not my style, no lie
Fuck all the talk
In time, they’ll burn
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
Its not my style, no lie
They’ll never take me alive
King Wizard!

[Verse 1]
You love that little bit of new, now throwback
Cleveland City snakeskin snapback
Niggas know that uniform, keep the brim low
You doubt him, don’t know a damn thing about him
What is hip hop without him, y’all niggas really just don’t know
Go, All day every day, hold on with all might
I gave the world my heart and they gave the kids insight
Yup now fuck you I ain’t left
I’m outta my mind like all the time
And a nigga ain’t missed one step yet, yep

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My head hurt, gotta give me something that’ll make me feel good
I remember couldn’t tell a nigga nothing, man I wish you would
Niggas ain’t working, like me I had to put my bit in
All this rose gold I’m dipped in dressed in ? while I coast in clouds
That’s my life babe, crystal clear, no cascade
I’m going, going I’m on a crusade
To save the kids from the weak shit
It’s finally my world
Here all the girls can be my girl
Just sit back count stacks girl
Hold a nigga down all the time girl

[Hook]

J. Cole – I’m A Fool Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[J. Cole - Verse 1]
Yea, I’m a fool, hundred thousand for the jewels
Last year we killed the game and left y’all browsing for the clues
Old niggas out here search for that fountain of the youth
Money talks and hoes say its an arousing point of view
Don’t make me act a fool like Malcom before the suit
How could you justify, I testified up in this booth?
And then, throughout the years, spilled tears and shared truths
Somehow they love a nigga better when he talk about his loot
Chain like a kelidescope, see life through a wider scope
Therefore, I know this necklace really represents a noose
Still I hit the jeweler how much racks to make me cooler
I just play the game homie, I ain’t make the rules up
Started from the bottom same way you lace your shoes up
So if I’m blowing cake, blame it on the place I grew up
Where niggas had nothing but dreams and television
Got no plans of seeing hell or prision
You can tell I’m living, right?
Never said I’m living right

[Hook]
And they like
Boy you a fool (x3)
And they like (x3)
Boy you a fool, Boy you a fool
And they like, And they like

[J. Cole - Verse 2]
I’m a fool, hundred thou to go to school
So much debt left me and my mama damn near drowning in a pool
First to go to college, they say knowledge is a tool
But these hoes on campus make a young nigga drool
So we party, skip class, get ass and talk cool
Meanwhile, she back home working hard I use that as my fuel
So I finally graduated but I’m sad to say that
I ain’t learn a fucking thing except the game and how to play it
I’m a fool, no scuffs on my shoes
No cuts I don’t bruise, so fuck y’all reviews
She told me Cole I love you roll with you way before the riches
But you way too educated to be calling women bitch and calling brothas niggas
Pardon if I cross a line but all this time
Knew you was different than all them other niggas
I responded to her “please don’t put me on a pedestal
Cuz I know better and I’m still a fool”

[Hook]

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Future ft. Lil Wayne – Turn On the Lights (Remix) Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Intro - Future & (Lil Wayne)]
I’m lookin’ for her
Astronaut
(Tunechi)
I’m lookin’ for her
I’m lookin’ for her
(Remix)
I’m lookin’ for her
Yeah

[Verse 1 - Future]
Is that her in the VIP line?
With the Vuitton and Yves Saint Laurent
Used to drive a Nissan now she in a Beamer
I don’t want her cause she from the corner
And I heard that Beamer was a loaner
Her old man the owner
And I don’t even drink Corona’s
What type of drink you want huh?
On champagne forever, on dirty sprite forever
You can come sip with me if you’d like to change the weather
If you wanna live better, we can buy a crib wherever
Don’t get too thirsty, get used to this cheddar
I wanna tell the world about you just so they can get jealous
And if you see her ‘fore I do, tell her I wish that I’ve met her
Turn on the lights, I’m lookin’ for her too
I heard she keep her promises and never turn on you
I heard she ain’t gon’ cheat and she gon’ never make no move
I heard she be there anytime you need her, she come through
Turn on the lights

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
This dick is for you
I ask her is it true and she say “like a horseshoe”
She got that, got that name covered, that’s a war wound
She lay me on my back and ride this dick like vroooom
Then I…

[Hook - Future]
Turn on the lights, I’m lookin’ for her
I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her
Turn on the lights
I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her
I’m lookin’ for her, I’m lookin’ for her

Busta Rhymes Ft Lil Wayne – Pressure Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Hook]
Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting
and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting
Putting pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs
Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches
Puttin pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 1]
Eh, eh-yo, when we do this shit
Now tell me why is you competing
When I be that type of nigga that get money when I’m sleeping
And when I’m farting and shittin’ I cop countries on the weekends
So ambitious my accountants got continence when I’m eating for me
Bussa buss the most diamonds and start retreating and beat the street up
Shit be sounding remarkable when I’m speaking homie
Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I’m tweaking
Short circuit electric chair voltage is every feature ?
Like I’m short for breath drowning in money rushes
Fuck a blunt bitch I’m inhaling muffle, smoke from buses?
I defend my money like soldiers, I come to punish
Defence mechanisms from infections the way that puss is
Aint no fucking around, I’m frontin, get it
As for getting this bread, I’m like vomit so disgusting with it
Here’s my other alias, don’t forget it
Call me snow blower, blowing this bread like it’s nothing with it

Slaughterhouse – Truth Or Truth Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I’m stressed out so much I’m like, “Why stress it?”
Am I selfish for asking myself
“Would you rather count money or count blessings?”
Now that’s a wild question
Fame turned my life upside down
I guess it was meant to be like passing Beyonce a Tic-Tac
And that ain’t a diss, this way more to me than a diss track
Jay-Z is God to me
Nas is God to me!
Eminem is like B.I.G. and Pac to me
And if you disagree I hope you bleed hypocrisy!
And this will be the realest shit I ever wrote
Shoutout to all the crazy bitches I’ve been involved with
Thank y’all for making my wife a crazier bitch than y’all bitches
Y’all might’ve lost me, but y’all win
And this will be the realest shit I ever wrote
Now let’s talk about the BET Awards
When Kanye went to the podium for the win
And mentioned everyone in the same category as him but me and Em
He said they motivated him
And normally that would be ammo to hate on him
But that ain’t my M.O! My M.O. is to be mo’ motivatin’
This new-wave culture is so cultivatin’
Where the fuck do I fit in?
And this will be the realest shit I ever wrote
I succumb so much to this game I feel sorrow
I answer more questions about the 40 and Game squabble
Than I answer questions that I ask myself
“Are you a good father?”, the answers, “Well
Fuck this! Royce got a game tomorrow”
I ain’t gotta spell out the offers
If being famous means speaking to people in offices
Over being there for your sons and daughters
I’m off this
I know the last couple of lines kinda fell out of the pocket
But I don’t give a fuck! Let me tell you this:
When was the last time you cop some shit where it actually came out of your pocket?
Answer that!
If I gotta answer questions from you
You gotta answer questions from me!
“I’m fucking my whole life up for you?” Answer this question:
“What the fuck are you doing for me?” Answer that!
Still I love my fans, even though you all looking me like I’m just this drunk nigga
That’s just throwing up behind shit, blowing up, but nigga I ain’t throwing up shit but my hands
And this is just me growing up
Courtney Artesia, Kino and Fish, please support me I need ya
But in reality an artist is supposed to be supported by easels
But in the meanwhile, I’m just supported by evil

Slaughterhouse – See Dead People Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

I, I see dead people
I, I-I see dead people
I, I-I, I see dead people
I, I, I see dead people

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I see different day same sick language
You a game, I’m a game of Russian roulette
Pain and Kurk Cobain mixed with Bane
Drenched in purple rain
And I rearrange your prints, cut ya fingers off
Mail ‘em to your sons, kindergarten class
In a Remy Martin glass
Know the tax and Billy, call your dad
Signed sincerely, he really caught it bad
He clearly could not doubt you
The alcoholic induced me in a coma you sweep
The hostile you, see murder, my style true
Basquiat, Reebok shoe
Our guns ain’t coming out if we not shooting
Yours? Yours is coming out with Detox 2
When we shot, woo, we shock
Which one of y’all niggas wanna box the King Cobra?
I’ll mop ya team sober
I’m not stoppin’ till they drop me in a box in a mausoleum
Sayin’: “here lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn’s shoulders”
Hip hop played with the flow, related to poem
The greatest to go in, favor Patrone
Maybe record a poem with Oprah and played it back for Raven Simone
Later niggas! (later niggas)
I got a crush on Queen Latifah cuz I had a dream
We gotta fuck on without the Monie love
I’m wyling on these drugs
It’s just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls
You can eat our dust, we playing ring around the world

[Hook]
I said you know, that we are
Some crazy (I see dead people)
And plus, we know (I-I-I see dead people)
That we are (I, I-I, I see dead people)
Some crazy (I, I-I see dead people)

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Yea, I see ‘em too with my sixth sense
They prowling while I’m browsing through your housing
With the authority to do you horribly
Leave you in 8 sections like fixed rent
While your bitch bent over extending my dick’s lift
Doggystyle literally when she make my cock expand yo
And you barking up the wrong tree again
Nothing’s three-dimensional, different plain of existence
The only role the clairvoyant human being can see me in
My theatrics lean, psychiatrics right
Like these raps getting ghost-written
By somebody psychopathic residing inside of my psyche’s attic
Inspirin’ rap shit that the coke get in
Or it might be acid, constipation
No shit and it might be magic, that’s it!
Speaking of magic
All I need is a package of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick
I’m throwing verbals at you before my circles slapped you
Hey, guess what I heard
If you anti-snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, that true?
I guess so, go ask Joe Paterno statue, uh (Crazy nigga!)
The instrumental’s looping, I sit in a mental institution
With screws loose in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions
Confusing your views with simple distribution
The lyrics I’m using to abuse you

DJ Khaled ft. Nas, Scarface & DJ Premier – Hip Hop Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This shit’s special
This shit’s special
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can’t sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online
I’m doing drugs trying to feel you
I’m killing me trying to kill you
I built my whole life around you
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How’d you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..
Realise, some things never change
Once in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man
Fuck love, cause she don’t live here
I’m soaked in blood but I’m still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college’s professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
I’ll be the first one to say it
She ain’t the one you want to play with
I fucked Hip Hop

Talib Kweli ft Curren$y & Kendrick Lamar – Push Thru Lyrics

Details: Written by xile

[Hook: Glensky]
High rises, day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Turbo charged bars
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game stars in these rap wars
Ain’t nothing band-aids won’t cover
Touring with 7D coverage
Live bands, two buses, my own cash
No budget, no major label fundings, Jets baby
We went from crawling to walking to running
You can’t see nothing, you under gag order
Hopping out of Audi’s hurting y’all with kicks, I’m the Transporter
Think about it, never mind, you ain’t gotta
I’m already on some whole other, word to yo mu’fuckin’ self
Nobody else gon’ do it for ya, nobody else
Every now and then someone’ll offer ya help, but they ain’t doing nothing
‘Til they really see you tryna do something, I ain’t bluffing
Kush puffing on you jive turkeys
Stuffing stockings with these gifts
Audible applaudables homie take a wiff

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